Practice starts from a small soldier

Chapter 8 Practicing Qigong Begins with Eating Grass

The next morning.

Zhang Qi walked out of Fengyuefang with a dull expression.

In his previous life, he was a rich second generation, good at eating, drinking and having fun, and was proficient in everything. Even the so-called celebrities tried to sleep a few times.

Because of this, he's not a casual guy.

Last night, he planned to take it easy, but was disappointed in the end.

The girls brought by the bustard.

Whether it is appearance, skin color, figure, temperament or dressing, it is completely inconsistent with his aesthetics.

That's all.

What he couldn't stand the most was the teeth that these girls showed in their mouths...

Black black, yellow yellow.

The tone is bigger and bigger.

So, before the battle started, it was declared over.

Zhang Qi drove the bustard and the girls out, closed the door and slept.

"I really don't understand how those colleagues who traveled to the ancient society managed to prostitute themselves..."

"Although there is no satisfying nightlife here, at least you can practice..."

"Except for cultivation, everything is floating clouds..."

After some enlightenment, Zhang Qi felt that his whole body had been sublimated.

Back to station.

Wang Changxin was leading two small soldiers to inspect the Beacon Tower and the surrounding Sanli area.

"Commander, the pancakes in Baisha City were just baked this morning, come and taste them."

"You have a conscience, boy."

Wang Changxin laughed, took the cake from Zhang Qi, and did not forget to share two pieces with each of the two soldiers.

"Thank you, Chief."

"Thank you, Brother Zhang."

The two soldiers named Shuihu and Lufu, after thanking them, immediately started to gobble up.

Compared with the meals in the army, these two biscuits are simply the ultimate delicacy.

Zhang Qi glanced at the two of them. Among the six people guarding the beacon tower, except for him and the corporal leader who had surnames, the other four had no surnames.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, only members of the major clans could have surnames.

These clans can be traced back to ancient times.

His body was from the Zhang family in Baima County, Beiliang County, and the Wang family from Wuchang. They had been intermarrying for many years. In Baima County, the two clans watched and helped each other, and their relationship was very strong.

It is precisely because of this relationship that the corporal took extra care of him.

After eating the cakes, Wang Changxin noticed that Zhang Qi seemed to have something to say, waved Shuihu and Lufu away, and said, "But what's wrong?"

"There is indeed something to ask for."

Zhang Qi asked: "Commander, do you know something called Iron Thread Grass?"

After Wang Changxin recalled it, he said: "You are talking about the wire grass for making bowstrings, right? That is an extremely valuable military supply.

Only beef tendon and isinglass are needed to make ordinary bowstrings, and iron wire grass is only used to make strong bows with more than nine stones.I heard that the iron thread grass that is more than 300 years old can be made into a thousand-stone bow, which can be shot ten miles away with one arrow..."

After finishing speaking, he asked: "Zhang Sanlang, what do you want to know about Iron Thread Grass?"

Zhang Qiyi said concisely: "Eat!"

"..."

Wang Changxin stared blankly at Zhang Qi, and was speechless for a while.

"Ahem, Corporal, listen to my explanation."

After Zhang Qi coughed lightly, he said, "Yesterday I went to the Military Kung Fu Pavilion and exchanged my military kung fu for a "Golden Eating Kung Fu". You need to eat iron thread grass when practicing..."

"Food gold skill?"

Wang Changxin said to himself: "I seem to have heard of this exercise somewhere."

After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't remember it, so he said to Zhang Qi: "Are you really sure that the iron thread grass can help you practice?"

"really!"

Zhang Qi nodded heavily.

In the early stage of practicing "Golden Eating Art", he really needs to eat iron thread grass, otherwise, the efficiency of practice will be extremely slow, even if he has a panel to assist him, it will not help.

Panels aren't everything.

The panel can only help him improve his proficiency, but it cannot provide the nutrition and energy needed for his physical body.

Therefore, if you want to become stronger, in addition to working hard to improve your proficiency, you have to eat grass.

"Well."

After Wang Changxin thought for a while, he said, "Wait for my news tonight."

That night.

Wang Changxin secretly left the Beacon Tower, and came back sneakily two hours later.

There are two more broken bows in his hand.

It was really a broken bow, the body of the bow was rotten, and the bowstring on it was also broken.

"Take it."

Wang Changxin stuffed the two broken bows into Zhang Qi's hands.

"what is this?"

Zhang Qi was a little confused.

"I can't get fresh wire grass. I can only get these two bows. Don't look at the tattered ones. The bow strings on them are all made of 30-year-old wire grass."

Wang Changxin pointed to the two broken bows in Zhang Qi's hands, and said, "If the bowstring wasn't broken, just this bow would be worth at least 80 taels of silver."

"This time there is Chief Labor."

Zhang Qi expressed his thanks by cupping his fists earnestly.

He couldn't eat fresh iron wire grass.

To be able to eat this kind of 'old grass' is also thanks to the corporal leader's supernatural powers.

"Haha, I have no choice but to make a bad move."

Wang Changxin shook his head and smiled.

Iron thread grass is extremely valuable, and it is a strategic military supply. Let alone a small corps leader, even a centurion may not be able to get it himself.

After much deliberation, I can only focus on the armory.

On the Great Wall at the border, there is an armory built every hundred miles, which is used to manufacture various weapons and armor.In the warehouse of the armory, in addition to forged ordnance, there are also a large number of weapons and armor recovered from the battlefield.

Last time he 'bought' a lot of good things from a certain guard in the armory.

One is born, the second is cooked.

This time, it took him a lot of effort to find these two useless bows.

Bows made of iron wire grass, known as iron wire bows, are extremely precious and durable, especially bow strings made of a whole iron wire grass tanned, the fire will continue, the blisters will not rot, even if it is cut with a knife Extremely difficult to cut.

He rummaged through the warehouse of the entire armory, but only found these two wire bows whose strings were broken.

According to the guard, the only one who can break the string of an iron bow is a strong general in the army with an arm strength exceeding [-] jun.

at this time.

Looking at Zhang Qi who was eager to try, he couldn't help thinking: What's the point of breaking the bowstring, my brother is a ruthless man who eats the bowstring.

"Chief Wu, what's the matter?"

Zhang Qi noticed that Wu Zhang seemed a little strange looking at him.

"Zhang Sanlang, you have really thought it through."

Wang Changxin said with a serious face: "This bowstring made of iron wire grass is extremely tough. I can't cut it with my cold iron and gold scale knife. It's okay to eat it. Practice is important, but it can also kill you. .”

"Do not worry."

Zhang Qi chuckled and said, "Tonight, I'll show you what to eat."

After a lot of effort, the strings on the two iron wire bows were finally disassembled.

There are four paragraphs in total.

Zhang Qi picked out the smallest section, which was about half an arm long and about the thickness of a finger. It felt much tougher than beef tendon, and when he stretched out his hand, it was extremely elastic.

After thoroughly washing off the dust and dirt on it.

Zhang Qicai discovered that this thing turned out to be silvery white, and under the light of the bonfire, it also exuded a metallic luster.

"hiss!"

Zhang Qi gasped.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a piece of grass, but more like an alloy rope.

He suddenly understood.

Why do people who practice "Eat Gold Skill" die and become disabled.

Not because of madness.

It's because of indigestion.

"Zhang Sanlang, you have washed it dozens of times, why don't you eat it?"

Including Wang Changxin, the other five people in Beacon Tower squatted aside, as if watching the excitement was no big deal.

"No hurries."

Zhang Qi rolled his eyes, "Before eating, you have to cook it."

After finishing speaking, he threw the piece of wire grass in his hand into a clay pot and boiled it with water.

This cooking is for one night.

The next morning, the bonfire was extinguished, and all the water in the clay pot was boiled dry.

Zhang Qi fished out the piece of wire grass from the clay pot and looked at it. He was dumbfounded on the spot. He thought it would be softer when boiled, but it turned out to be the same as before.

Still so tough and flexible.

"Don't be hard on yourself."

Wang Changxin came over and patted him on the shoulder, "There are so many exercises in the army, so it doesn't matter if you don't practice them."

"It's impossible without practice."

Zhang Qi shook his head resolutely, and then, under the attention of everyone, he stuffed the wire grass in his hand into his mouth, and bit it hard.

Gah!
(End of this chapter)