preparatory,
The first step: insert both hands into the top of the head to activate the triple burner...
A set of eight Vajra Kung Fu, Tang Wen Da's movements are as smooth as water.
If he changed his Taoist robes and recorded this episode and posted it online, he would probably get over 100,000 likes.
Xiaowen, he is really different.
Tang Tang squinted his eyes and couldn't describe the specific feeling, but looking at his brother's movements, it was obviously much better than before.
Well, my body is stronger than before. The young lady feels quite comforted, and a feeling arises in my heart that I finally did not waste those 16 kilograms of food.
[Skill: Eight Vajra Skills, Introduction (36→43/1000)]
Originally, it took about seven or eight minutes to perform a set of Vajra Kung Fu. In the morning, he only practiced it three times at most.
Often after practicing three times, the sky will be bright.
Not wanting others to see him practicing, Tang Wen went back to his room to eat and then went out.
Today, Tang Wen practiced six times in one breath, until the top of his head was slightly hot and it was not yet bright.
After drinking chestnut porridge and eating roasted red beak, he was ready to go out.
The amount of rice at home dropped to less than sixty kilograms after he ate so much yesterday.
Well, I have to change some rice today.
However, things didn't go as planned. Throughout the morning, Tang Wen only encountered a group of red-billed finches, three in total.
Aim and take action!
Snapped!
There was a crisp sound.
A stone as big as half an egg hit a branch as thick as an arm, directly breaking the dry branch.
The red-billed bird was frightened, fluttered around the tree, and flew away into the distance.
Didn't give him a chance to hit the target.
Well, my strength has become stronger and my shooting speed is faster than before.
He summarized the reasons for his failure.
For the first time in ten days, he returned empty-handed.
On the way back at noon, some dead branches suffered damage. Tang Wen smashed them with stones one after another and took them back to the camp to be used as firewood.
When Tang Tang got home, her heart suddenly rose to her throat when she saw that he didn't take out anything, but she didn't say anything.
Lunch will be cooked as usual, and the portions will be the same as usual.
The two ate in silence.
Finally, Tang Wen said: "Sister! Help me roast some corn kernels."
"Aren't you full?" Tang Tang looked down at his bowl. There was still half a bowl of porridge left. Let's give this to his brother.
"No, attract the birds."
"Oh~" Tang Tang understood something, put down the bowl, turned around and grabbed half a handful of corns. She knew that there was as much as one tael without weighing.
"Sister, it's too little."
"Well, can the red-billed bird recognize that this is food? It won't work, right? How about I go to the waterside in the afternoon and catch bugs for you?"
Tang Tang threw a series of questions at him, but he still turned around and added a handful of corn.
The chestnuts are slightly roasted and give off a unique aroma.
Taking the linen cloth, he carefully wrapped the corn separately and stuffed it into his arms. Tang Wen went out and walked along the path to the depths of the jungle. He chose a clearing with sparse trees, opened a bag of corn and sprinkled it gently on the ground.
Then he continued forward, walked a few hundred steps, and sprinkled another handful of chestnuts.
Then he found a tree in the middle of the two places, sat down against it, and waited quietly.
Cluck cluck...
There was movement, and Tang Wen looked over, with surprise in his eyes: This is a pheasant!
Standing up, he slowly walked over, two hundred steps, one hundred steps, fifty steps, forty steps, enough.
Whoosh!
The stone hit the pheasant's body.
The pheasant screamed, flapped its wings and kicked its legs to take off.
Whoosh!
Another stone hit the pheasant's open wings.
It fell sideways to the ground.
Tang Wen rushed over, grabbed its wings, and was about to break its neck.
Suddenly I saw the writing on the experience panel:
[Skill: Throwing stones, master (959→973/1000)]
Gained 14 experience points?
The pheasant struggled in the hand.
In this case……
He took out a spare bag of stones from his arms and tied it to one wing of the pheasant. After making sure it was firmly tied, he threw the pheasant away.
The freed pheasant raised its head and eagerly flapped its wings to fly.
It was like a new employee who had just been cheated by the boss. When he returned to his seat, his fighting spirit was so high.
But the heavy bag of pebbles tied to its wings made it lose its balance. Even if it tried hard for a long time, it could not fly as high as half a person, let alone fly fast. After all, it was a whole bag of twenty or thirty pebbles.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck."
The pheasant is anxious and crows rapidly.
But no matter how loud it screamed, it couldn't fly.
Just like an old employee who stays up late and works overtime all year round, when he gets home, no matter what his wife says, he is still unable to do what he wants.
Whoosh.
Hey, hey!
Tang Wen hit the target accurately, and the pheasant screamed and fell to the ground.
[Skill: Throwing stones, master (973→986/1000)]
Another 13 points of experience.
It’s really a good opportunity to gain experience!
The usual red-billed bird would be killed with one stone.
Pheasants are still big and have strong vitality!
The pheasant flapped its wings and fluttered on the ground. The stone just now hit its body and rubbed its sharp beak.
It no longer barks.
Just trying to stand up, trying to fly.
His clumsy look was as embarrassing as that of a middle-aged man who had been tortured by life for a long time.
"Stand up, you can do it, come on... three more times, no, just two times, and my skills will be upgraded!"
Tang Wen cheered for it sincerely, but he didn't feel cruel.
He had heard similar words many times.
When he was at work, his boss always advised him to work more overtime and work harder, but Tang Wen knew that as long as he worked hard enough, stayed up every day, and worked well, he would definitely suffer from occupational diseases by the end of the year.
As for the boss, not only can he change his wife, but he can also buy a few more houses and raise the house prices, and he can also rent the extra houses to himself...
In the woods, finally, the pheasant, which had rested for a while, began to fly unsteadily again.
Tang Wen let out a long breath, and the stone flew out of his hand.
Come on!
A short scream.
The pheasant fell to the ground, kicked its legs, and stopped moving.
[Skill: Throwing stones, Master → Master (1/3000)]
[Skill: Locust Stone, Mastery (1/3000)]
Upgraded!
Fortunately, I was given 15 experience points at the end.
Can this skill be renamed?
"Locust stone" indeed sounds much better than "throwing stones"!
Tang Wen sighed in his heart, but without stopping, he quickly stepped forward to pick up the pheasant, reluctantly stuffed it into his cloth bag, put it in his arms, and left in a hurry.
There was some commotion just now, so it would be best not to attract anyone over.
At this time, it was still early, so Tang Wen finally attracted a group of red-billed finches using his last bag of chestnuts.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The pebbles are flying, the birds are flying,
Mastery-level skills are different from the past.
Five stones in a row hit the target. He kept shooting stones at the red-billed bird flying nimbly in the air.
grumble! grumble!
The red-billed bird screamed and fell.
Using two taels of chestnuts as bait, I got a pheasant and seven red-billed finches.
This wave is winning.
Tang Wen quickly left the woods, hurriedly walking all the way, and stepped into the camp gate without any danger.
At this time, he finally realized that he didn't feel tired today.
It seems that this is the benefit of improving physical attributes.
After returning to the hut and seeing the pheasant, Tang Tang jumped up with excitement.
While she was talking about how much firewood she had picked up today and how many buckets of water she had collected, she was looking for things in circles.
After a while, he finally realized: "Xiao Wen, we don't have a kitchen knife, so we can't kill the chicken."
I do have a half-foot-long knife, which is fine for handling birds as big as my fist, but I can't handle pheasants.
"It's better to sell it."
"Sell it? It's too dangerous. What if you are targeted by others?" Tang Tang disagreed.
Tang Wen thought for a moment: "I'll take it to the blacksmith's shop to change the knife, cover my face, and wait until it gets darker."
Tang Tang shook his head: "It's better to go during the day, smear mud and ash on your face, and get a pair of scissors. When you come back, I will twist your hair so that others won't recognize you."
"That's fine."
After getting busy, Tang Wen stared at the black face and went out.
He first went to two rice shops and returned with a few kilograms of rice.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Tang Tang filling a bamboo basket with firewood.
"Sister, what are you doing?"
"Shh," Tang Tang whispered, "I'll put the chicken in here. You can carry this to the blacksmith shop later."
"clever."
"hey-hey……"
Tang Tang's eyes curved into crescent moons.
