The inner courtyard seems to be a storage place, surrounded by tiles. I think the spiritual grains and rice that the disciples eat on weekdays are stored here.
Under a big tree in the courtyard, there was a giant deck chair. When Ruan Li walked in, he saw Uncle Dishan's huge body nestled into the deck chair, shaking a straw fan in his hand.
"Master, if you have any work to do, just give it to me and I will do it well." Ruan Li stepped forward and spoke respectfully.
Di Shan raised his chin at the wood piled under the wall: "Chop these wood into rectangular firewood. The head and tail should be consistent, the size should be consistent, the cut surfaces should be consistent, and the placement should be tight and square!"
When Ruan Li heard this, he couldn't help but blinked inexplicably.
No matter how neatly you chop the firewood, won't it end up being burned in the fire?
What is the significance of this move?
"The meaning of this move is that you can get a handful of spiritual rice!" Di Shan seemed to know what Ruan Li was thinking and gave the answer directly.
Ruan Li trembled and asked, "Dare I ask my uncle, can I use spiritual power?"
Dishan nodded expressionlessly: "As long as you can meet my requirements, you can do whatever it takes!"
Ruan Li understood and put down King Ming in his arms. As a result, King Ming stayed in place in fear and did not dare to move, like a fake chicken.
Ruan Li had no time to pay attention to him. She came to the kitchen to chop firewood today not just for its ration.
Fortunately, when she was a child, she went to live in the countryside with her parents. She was the one who chopped firewood at home, so this matter was not unfamiliar to her.
But the difficulty lies in Uncle Dishan's request for firewood. If she doesn't rely on spiritual power and only relies on strength, she can't do it.
"Want to help?" Fangze asked.
"No need, just chop wood." Ruan Li said.
Rolling up his sleeves, Ruan Li grabbed the ax next to him and started chopping.
Outside the gate of the inner courtyard, the disciples in the kitchen crowded in to look in, each one more curious than the other.
"Uncle Master, what are you doing? Aren't the disciples taking turns to chop the firewood in our kitchen every day? There is no need for Junior Sister Ruan Li to chop it!"
"I don't know. Junior uncle has a weird temper. Bao Buqi is trying to teach Junior Sister Ruan Li a lesson!"
"That's not the case. Didn't I just ask for a handful of spiritual rice? My uncle didn't even give it to me!"
"That's right, even if you don't give it, you still have to ask Junior Sister Ruan Li to chop firewood. If the master of Shennong Hall finds out about this, won't you be blamed?"
"Who knows..."
Ruan Li used his strength to control his wrists, and then used his spiritual power to control his strength, trying to chop every piece of firewood exactly the same, so that he could achieve the perfect and square placement that his uncle said.
But it is not easy to complete the same operation every time, and it is even more difficult to chop every piece of firewood exactly the same.
After dozens of pieces, Ruan Li couldn't find two identical ones.
By this time, most people's patience would have been worn out, but Ruan Li persevered and became more energetic. He raised his hand, swung the axe, and struck down, repeating the action mechanically like clockwork.
She didn't believe it, she couldn't even chop wood.
One hundred yuan, two hundred yuan, three hundred yuan...
After splitting for who knows how long, Ruan Li finally split two identical pieces of firewood, which were close to each other and fit perfectly!
It was already dark now, with only the lanterns hanging on the treetops glowing. Ruan Li was holding the two pieces of wood and was so excited that he almost cried!
Dishan leaned on the recliner and looked at the two pieces of firewood, with a slight smile in his eyes.
"That's it."
Just as Ruan Li was about to continue, Di Shan suddenly spoke.
His movements paused, and Ruan Li glanced at the unfinished wood, the failed pieces he had chopped, and the only two identical pieces of firewood.
It seems that she has not completed her uncle's mission.
But Dishan still threw a small bag of spiritual rice to her: "It's enough for this chicken to eat for a meal."
Ruan Li reached out to take it. Her hair, which was slightly messy from chopping firewood, was blown by the wind, and the beads of sweat on her cheeks were blown away. Her small body now showed a hint of fortitude in the night, as tough as weeds. generally.
He raised his head and looked at Di Shan with a pair of stubborn eyes, "Uncle Master, I'll come back tomorrow!"
She refused to accept it. She must chop a whole wall of firewood, and every piece must be exactly the same!
Dishan looked at her and nodded gently.
Back in the small room of Jingxinyuan, Ruan Li poured the small bag of spiritual rice on the table, and Prince Ming couldn't wait to peck it.
These days, he is very hungry.
Ruan Li touched its feathers and said apologetically: "I've forgotten you these days. I'm sorry. Eat more. I will chop firewood tomorrow, and my uncle will give me spiritual rice."
Prince Ming seemed to understand, and rubbed Ruan Li's hand with his plump, red rooster comb, then lowered his head and started eating again.
The owner spent hundreds of pieces of firewood in exchange for such a small amount of spiritual rice. Not a single grain of it could be wasted.
"Uncle, you are not tormenting you for no reason." Fangze suddenly spoke softly.
Ruan Li rubbed his sore wrist and nodded when he heard this: "I know."
No matter how unstable Master Dishan's temper was, there was no reason to punish her just because he wanted to hold the rice in his hands.
So she was also thinking about her uncle's intention.
"He seems to want me to learn to control my spiritual power more accurately." Ruan Lida said.
Fangze smiled: "It's rare for you to understand his good intentions."
"Chopping each piece of firewood into exactly the same shape is impossible with the human body using muscle memory alone, so we can only use spiritual power!"
"But you have to use the spiritual power every time, circulate the spiritual power in the meridians, and finally release the spiritual power in your hands. All the steps must be consistent every time, so that the firewood can be chopped equally. This method is a bit interesting!"
It was rare for Fangze to admit Di Shan's method.
"But it's so difficult!" Ruan Li thought of the process of chopping firewood today, and couldn't help but show pain: "It's so difficult to do every step the same every time. She split hundreds of pieces of firewood, and she only completed it once. .”
The important thing is that patience will be worn away by failure one after another. When people start to become impatient, it will be easier to lose control.
In the matter of chopping firewood, Ruan Li was not only trained to accurately control her spiritual power, but also to hone her character.
"It is indeed not an easy task, but if you can really control your spiritual power accurately, it will definitely benefit you a lot in the future." Fangze said: "When the time comes, whether it is mental moves or elixir training, Talisman, you will feel more at home and have it at your fingertips!"
Ruan Li nodded, seeming to have made up his mind: "Uncle Dishan and I have just met each other, and he has put so much effort into me. I will definitely not let him down!"
"The sect has high hopes for you. Naturally, everyone hopes that you can achieve success in cultivation as soon as possible. By doing so, he will not only achieve success for you, but also for the sect." Fangze said.
Ruan Li looked at King Ming who was enjoying his meal, raised his lips and smiled slightly: "It just so happened that several of my uncles have recently gone out to eliminate demon cultivators. After consolidating what I have learned, I went to the kitchen to chop firewood and strive to complete the work that uncle Dishan gave me as soon as possible. The mission assigned!”
