Cultivation is never a comfortable thing, boredom is still secondary, converging and condensing the spiritual energy and then feeling the fairy spiritual aperture, it is a really painful process, the spiritual energy penetrates into the body, just like a person holding an awl on his body at all times, stabbing one after another.
Originally, he was going to replace the "Earth Covering Spiritual Formula" with the "Wutu Spiritual Formula", and the first thing he should do was to convert the earth-covering spiritual energy accumulated in the previous year into Wutu spiritual energy.
But in the process of cultivating the world, Yang Junshan found that while he was recondensing and transforming the earth-covering spiritual energy, he was actually absorbing the faint spiritual energy that escaped from the spiritual well and condensing it into the Wutu spiritual energy, which means that Yang Junshan could actually use it for two purposes during the cultivation process!
After thinking about it, Yang Junshan attributed all this to the experience of his previous life, in that world, although Yang Junshan had mediocre qualifications and a bumpy life, he stumbled all the way to the fourth level of the martial arts realm.
Perhaps it was precisely because of his previous life experience that Yang Junshan was able to have a perception and mind that far exceeded his current age, and he could easily achieve the practice of dividing the mind.
Sometimes even Yang Junshan couldn't figure out whether he was really reborn with a lifetime of experience, or whether it was simply a prophecy in a dream, but one thing Yang Junshan could confirm was that that dream-like experience really had a very real impact on himself.
For example, the mature mind that far exceeds that of his peers, such as the "Wutu Treasure Formula" that has just been cultivated, and the mental perception that can be used for two purposes.
Yang Junshan had been cultivating until the middle of the moon before he had to finish, not because he was bored, but because his body had now reached the limit of bearing the condensation of spiritual energy.
Still not strong enough, otherwise with Yang Junshan's will now far beyond the will of his peers, he could have lasted longer, but then again, Yang Junshan was only twelve years old after all, and it was really good for him to be able to pull a stone of mulberry wood bow now.
Early the next morning, Yang Junshan got up early and saw his second brother Yang Junping and his younger sister Yang Junxin already in the front yard and fighting a set of boxing techniques.
This set of boxing techniques is called "Mangniu Quan", which is a boxing technique passed down from the Yang family's children, mainly used to exercise physical strength.
Seeing Yang Junshan come out of the house, Yang Junxin, who had already beaten a set of reckless bull fists to the point of panting, took the opportunity to stop and shouted: "Okay, big brother is lazy again, and he is lazy in bed every time!"
Han Xiumei was making breakfast, and when she heard this, she stuck her head out of the kitchen and said: "Little girl, don't be lazy, your eldest brother tested the fairy spirit orifice, practiced hard last night, and naturally got up later in the morning.
Yang Junshan wiped his face with cold water, made a face at his little sister, and then opened his stance and practiced reckless bull fist with his two younger siblings.
Every time Yang Junshan punched a punch, he shouted loudly, like a newborn calf, his feet were straining, his waist and abdomen were straining, his arms were straining, even his neck was exerting, and even his eyes were wide open because of the roar, and he really had the courage to not be afraid of tigers.
In contrast, Yang Junping's reckless bull fist is more like a skinny cow, and the strength is too far apart; And Yang Junxin is simply a newborn calf, stumbling and still toddling, just walking in a fancy manner.
However, although Yang Junshan's Mangniu Fist attainments are far higher than those of his two younger siblings, today's practice is very different, perhaps because of his lifelong experience, or because of the practice of "Wutu Baojue" last night, Yang Junshan feels that the strength of his Mangniu Fist has increased greatly, and the moves are extremely round and old-fashioned, as if he has been practicing for a long time.
Yang Junshan's progress in boxing not only quickly attracted Han Xiumei's attention,
Even the two little guys, Yang Junping and Yang Junxin, also felt the difference between Yang Junshan today, and involuntarily stopped the fists and feet in their hands and began to watch Yang Junshan practice reckless fists one by one.
"Drink ——, ha——!"
He could even feel that in the process of performing the reckless bull fist, every muscle in his body was pulled, and large tendons bulged out from under the skin: he could even clearly feel that his strength was strengthening, and his resilience was also increasing.
In fact, this reckless bull fist is not a clever body training technique, it can only be used to strengthen the skin and flesh, at best it is of good quality in the low-grade body refining technique.
Yang Junshan knew a set of middle-grade body refining techniques in his previous life, called "Ground Rolling Fist", which was enough to exercise his muscles and bones, much stronger than the Mangniu Fist, but when this set of boxing techniques was performed, people needed to lie on the ground and do different rolling movements, no matter how it looked, it looked extremely embarrassing.
After a round of reckless bull boxing, Yang Junshan broke out in a hot sweat and rinsed it with cold water, and then heard Han Xiumei say happily: "Shan'er's reckless bull fist has been practiced to the flesh!"
Yang Junshan naturally knew how far he had reached, and said with a smile: "Child, this can be regarded as enlightened, after all, we are going to Hundred Sparrow Mountain, what if there is no progress?"
When it came to Baique Mountain, Han Xiumei was obviously a little unhappy, but she saw that her children were happy, but she didn't want to pour cold water on her again, so she smiled reluctantly: "Hurry up and rest, wait for your father to come back for dinner, today is spiritual rice soup, and the spiritual wheat cake tube is enough!"
Although Yang Junshan's family is wealthy, they have not reached the point of eating three meals a day of spiritual rice and wheat as dry food.
Spirit Valley Spiritual Mai can be regarded as a kind of spiritual grass of the lower grade of the Dharma level, because it is easy to feed in the spiritual grass, has a large yield, and contains a small amount of spiritual energy that is easy to absorb, so it has become the main food used by monks to satisfy their hunger.
Although spiritual farmers mainly cultivate spiritual grains for a living, they also have quite harsh conditions compared to ordinary grains, so it is not easy for ordinary spiritual farmers to make spiritual valleys self-sufficient.
Although Yang Junshan's family can be regarded as a well-off family in Tuqiu Village, Han Xiumei is in charge of housework, but she only eats a meal of spiritual rice and spiritual vegetables at noon every day, and a mixed meal of spiritual rice and ordinary grain rice in the evening, and mostly ordinary meals in the morning, and is busy with farming.
Yang Junshan never saw Yang Tiangang come out after a fist, so he asked: "Mother, where is Dad?"
Han Xiumei pointed to the back of the house and said: "In the backyard, today is the wasteland town grass market, your father is going to go to the town, and now he is feeding the horses and beasts with forage."
"Is it the grass market in the town today?" Yang Junshan looked happy and said: "I'll go with my father!"
Han Xiumei had known that you would be like this, and said: "One of our little horse beast is also taller, so there is no problem with you, as long as your father agrees."
Yang Junshan smiled "hehe", took the mulberry bow that Yang Tian had just given him a few days ago from the shelf and pulled it.
Taking a pot of bamboo feather arrows, Yang Junshan came to the barn outside the courtyard and erected a grass target fifty steps away, and then began to practice archery.
However, the moment he opened his bow, Yang Junshan felt that his archery skills might have made great progress compared to the previous reckless bull fist, following a familiar and long-lost feeling, Yang Junshan shot seven arrows in a row, each arrow hitting the center of the grass target.
If it were normal, although Yang Junshan had been practicing shooting for more than a year, it was already very good that ten bamboo feather arrows could hit the bullseye three or five times from fifty paces away.
Yang Junshan's heart moved, the sudden progress of Mang Niuquan this morning was probably already very surprising to his mother, plus he practiced until midnight by the spirit well last night, I am afraid he couldn't hide it from his parents, if this archery technique improved by leaps and bounds, I am afraid that even his parents would doubt that he was still not their son.
Yang Junshan couldn't help but smile bitterly, so he deliberately shot a few arrows crookedly, a pot of thirty bamboo feather arrows, and finally hit the bullseye with eighteen arrows, and the rest were also stuck around the bullseye of the grass target.
"It's a big improvement!"
After Yang Junshan took back the grass target* feather arrow, he saw Yang Tiangang standing at the gate of the courtyard, obviously he had been watching him practice shooting before.
Yang Tiangang raised his foot and knocked on the ash in the pot of the cigarette bag, casually pulled a handful of grass leaves growing under the fence wall of the yard, and soaked the huge smoke pot, and said with a smile: "Originally, I was a little worried about your safety in going to Baique Mountain, but it seems that you still have a lot of confidence!"
Yang Junshan smiled proudly and said: "That's right, if the child is not very sure, how dare he venture to Baique Mountain."
Yang Tiangang stretched out his hand and knocked on Yang Junshan's head with a cigarette stick, Yang Junshan was already prepared for this and was already trying his best to dodge, but in the end he still couldn't dodge, Yang Tiangang's blow was not light, he knocked Yang Junshan to grinn and cried out in pain.
Yang Tiangang smiled "hehe" and said: "Don't be proud, if you really want to go to Baique Mountain, where will there be a standing target for you to shoot, this shooting a living creature and shooting a dead object are different."
Yang Junshan naturally knew this, in fact, as long as he was allowed to practice for a day or two, he would be able to recover a few points of the level of his previous life, and it would be enough to deal with the Baique Mountain paddock.
Yang Tiangang flicked his thumb in the palm of his hand, and a shiny thing was thrown towards Yang Junshan.
Yang Junshan hurriedly took it in his hand and took a look, a round square hole object with a light and pure aura suddenly escaped from the palm of his hand, Yang Junshan suddenly raised his eyebrows with joy and said, "Jade coin!"
Yang Tiangang turned around and walked towards the yard, saying: "After breakfast, I will go to the grass market with you, this jade coin is for you, go buy it if you see it."