Doom: Liver experience from hunting

Chapter 7 Locust Rock

prep,
Step [-]: Put your hands on the top to sharpen the triple burner...

A set of eight vajra skills, Tang Wen played like flowing clouds and flowing water.

If he changed into a Taoist robe and recorded this passage and put it on the Internet, it would not be a problem to get [-] likes.

Xiaowen, he is really different.

Tang Tang narrowed his eyes and couldn't tell the specific feeling, but seeing his younger brother's movements, he was obviously much better than before.

Well, my body is also stronger than before, and the young lady feels quite comforted, and there is a feeling in my heart that I finally didn't waste the 16 catties of food.

[Skill: Eight Vajra Skills, Beginner (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 is already bright.

Tang Wen didn't want others to see him practicing, so Tang Wen went back to the house for dinner and then went out.

Today, Tang Wen practiced a full six times in one breath, until the top of his head was slightly steaming, and the sky was not bright yet.

After drinking chestnut rice porridge and roasted red-billed sparrow, he was ready to go out.

The rice at home, after he ate so much yesterday, the stock dropped to less than [-] catties in one breath.

Well, change some more rice today.

However, as one wished, the whole morning, Tang Wen only encountered a group of red-billed sparrows, three in total.

Aim and shoot!
Snapped!
A crisp sound.

A stone the size of half an egg hit the branch as thick as an arm, directly breaking the dry branch.

Scared, the red-billed sparrow fluttered away around the tree and into the distance.

Did not give him a chance to make up the knife.

Well, my strength has become stronger, and the speed of my shots is faster than before.

He summed up 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 from disasters, and Tang Wen smashed them with stones one after another, and took them back to the camp to use as firewood.

When she got home, Tang Tang saw that he didn't take out anything, and her heart suddenly raised her throat, but she didn't say anything.

Lunch is done as usual, and the portion is the same as usual.

The two ate in silence.

Finally, Tang Wen said, "Sister! Help me roast some corn kernels."

"Not full?" Tang Tang looked down at his bowl, there was still half a bowl of porridge left, so let's give this to his brother.

"No, Yinniao."

"Oh~", Tang Tang understood something, put down the bowl, turned around and grabbed half a handful of corn, she knew it without weighing it, it was as much as one or two.

"Sister, it's too little."

"Well, can the red-billed bird recognize this as food? It won't work, right? Or, I'll go to the water in the afternoon and catch bugs for you?"

Tang Tang threw a series of questions, but still obediently turned around and added a handful of corn.

The chestnut rice is lightly roasted and exudes a unique fragrance.

Taking a linen cloth, he carefully wrapped the corn separately and stuffed them into his bosom. Tang Wen went out, walked along the path, and walked deep into the jungle.

Then he continued to move forward, walked a few hundred steps, and sprinkled another handful of chestnut rice.

Then, in the middle of the two places, find a tree to lean against and sit down, waiting quietly.

cluck cluck...

When the news came, Tang Wen looked over, his eyes filled with astonishment and surprise: This is, a pheasant!
Standing up, he slowly touched it, 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 outstretched wings.

It fell to the ground at an angle.

Tang Wen rushed over, grabbed its wings, and was about to break its neck.

Suddenly saw the handwriting on the experience panel:
[Skill: Stone Throwing, Mastery (959→973/1000)]

Gained 14 experience points?
The pheasant struggled in his hands.

In this case……

He took out a spare stone bag from his bosom, tied it to one side of the pheasant's wing, and after making sure it was tied securely, he threw the pheasant away.

The freed pheasant raised its head and flapped its wings impatiently, wanting to fly.

It's like a new employee who has just been raped by the boss. When he returns to his seat, his fighting spirit is so high.

But the heavy bag of stones tied to the wings makes it lose its balance, and it can't fly as high as half a person even if it tries hard for a long time, let alone fly fast. After all, there is a whole bag of twenty or thirty pebbles.

"cluck, cluck, cluck"

The pheasant was anxious and screamed hurriedly.

But no matter how it calls, it can't fly.

Just like, an old employee who stays up all night and works overtime all the year round, when he returns home, no matter what his wife says, he has more than enough energy.

Whoosh.

Slightly, slightly!

Tang Wen hit it precisely, and the pheasant screamed and threw itself on the ground.

[Skill: Stone Throwing, Mastery (973→986/1000)]

Another 13 points of experience.

It really is a good opportunity to gain experience!
The usual red-billed finch is killed with a single stone.

The pheasant is still big, and its vitality is tenacious enough!

The pheasant fluttered on the ground with its wings flapping. The stone hit its body and rubbed its sharp beak just now.

It doesn't bark anymore.

Just trying to get up and try to fly.

That clumsy appearance is as embarrassing as a middle-aged man who has been tortured by life for a long time.

"Stand up, you can do it, come on... three more times, no, just two times, my skills can be upgraded!"

Tang Wen cheered it on sincerely, but he didn't think he was cruel.

He had heard similar words many times before.

It turned out that 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, worked hard every day, and did a good job, by the end of the year, he would definitely be relieved of occupational diseases.

As for the boss, not only can he change another lady boss, he can buy a few more houses by the way, raise the house price, and rent the extra house to himself...

In the woods, finally, the pheasant, which had rested for a while, staggered and flew up again.

Tang Wen let out a long breath, and the stone flew out of his hands.

Oops!
There was a short scream.

The pheasant fell to the ground, kicked its legs, and did not move again.

[Skill: Throwing Stones, Master → Mastery (1/3000)]

[Skill: Locust Rock, Mastery (1/3000)]

Upgraded!
Fortunately, the last click gave 15 experience points.

Can this skill be renamed?

"Flying locust stone" is indeed much better than "throwing stones"!
Tang Wen felt emotional in his heart, but he kept moving. He quickly stepped forward to pick up the pheasant, barely stuffed it into a cloth pocket, put it in his arms, and left in a hurry.

There was some commotion just now, so it's better not to attract people over.

At this time, it was still early, and using the last bag of chestnut rice, Tang Wen finally attracted a group of red-billed sparrows.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Stones burst out, birds fly around,
Proficiency-level skills are different from the past.

Five stones hit in a row, and he kept aiming at the red-billed sparrow flying nimbly in the air, and continued to hit the stones.

grumble!grumble!
The red-billed bird screamed and fell.

I used two taels of chestnut rice as bait in exchange for a pheasant and seven red-billed sparrows.

This wave of winning is hemp.

Tang Wen left the woods quickly, hurried all the way, and stepped into the gate of the camp without any danger.

At this time, he only realized later that he didn't feel tired today.

It seems that this is the benefit of improving the physical attributes.

Back at the hut, seeing the pheasant, Tang Tang was so excited that he jumped up.

She was talking about how much firewood and buckets of water she had picked up today, and she was looking for things in circles.

After a while, I realized: "Xiaowen, we don't have a kitchen knife, so we can't kill chickens."

There is a half-foot-long knife, which is usually used to deal with birds as big as fists, but it is not enough to deal with pheasants.

"It's better to sell it."

"Sell it? It's too dangerous, what should I do if I am targeted by others?" Tang Tang disagreed.

Tang Wen thought for a while: "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 ashes on your face, and change to a pair of scissors. When I come back, I will twist your hair, and others will not recognize it."

"Alright."

After busy work, Tang Wen stared at the black face and went out.

He ran to two rice shops first, and returned with a few catties of rice.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw that Tang Tang was putting firewood into a bamboo basket.

"Sister, what is this for?"

"Hush", Tang Tang whispered: "I put the chicken in here, and you will carry this to the blacksmith's shop later."

"clever."

"hey-hey……"

Tang Tang's eyes were bent into crescents.

(End of this chapter)