I became a spiritual husband and was forced to farm

Chapter 67 Spicy Duck
Fu Yao also knew that she got up late, but after running around outside for nearly a year, her spirit was always tense. Yesterday, she experienced a life and death crisis. She went to the sword training field and was brutally tortured for six hours. After relaxing, It is easy to fall into deep sleep.

What's more, as he said, he is only fourteen years old now and is still in a period of rapid growth. He needs to eat more and sleep more to grow up healthily.

"I understand, Master."

Since it is beneficial to you, no matter what his tone or mood is.

Jiurong glanced at Fu Yao who looked calm, said nothing, and walked slowly ahead.

Soon, the two came to an open place.

"My master will show you the most basic sword moves first. Pay attention to the speed, angle, and strength of the sword. Your main problem lies in this."

After Jiurong finished speaking, a wooden sword appeared in his hand, and his whole demeanor changed.

The originally gentle and silent uncle turned into a man with sharp eyes and an evil aura all over his body. His whole body was like a sharp sword out of his body.

"brush."

The wooden sword stabbed out sharply, and the space was undulating and distorting visible to the naked eye, as if the sword was coming from a peerless magic weapon, and the surrounding spiritual energy was also stirred.

Fu Yao was shocked, is this the ability to practice swordsmanship to the extreme?

Just a simple stab at random can cause turmoil in the space. The space can be shredded, reorganized, shredded, and reorganized visibly to the naked eye.

Fu Yao was shocked by such strength without using the spiritual power and cultivation of Mahayana monks. It turned out that sword cultivators were so powerful!

Fu Yao also noticed that the speed and strength of the sword moves were completely different from his own. This required practice day after day, so everything required hard practice.

Listening to the sharp sound of space breaking and twisting, it did not affect Fu Yao's attention to the changes in sword moves at all.

Jiurei Mahayana just demonstrated a few simple moves and then stopped.

"Did you understand the demonstration just now by my master? Although you have memorized the sword moves, the angle and strength of the sword are different and it doesn't have much power. It's just a pretty display!

You practice these sixteen sword moves every day, six hours a day, until I say yes, otherwise with your level, you would be embarrassed to say that you are my disciple of Jiurong. "

Fu Yao picked up the Moon Shadow Sword she got yesterday and started practicing each move according to her memory, ignoring Jiurong's disparagement.

After what happened last night, she also figured out that her strength is her own, and if she learns it, she earns it. It doesn't matter if she is said a few words indifferently, so why should she punish herself for unhappy things?
"Raise your hand a little higher. Is the sword heavy?"

"The sword must be drawn quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly. Who can you kill if you are so weak?"

"Angle, angle, get the angle right before drawing the sword. Are the eyes used to vent your anger?"

"Stand, are you a monkey? Why are you jumping up and down?"

Jiurong took a piece of bamboo and knocked it on Fu Yao's sword easily. The shock made Fu Yao's hands numb and her calf painful.

Fu Yao practiced over and over again, sweat streaking across her face, flowing into her eyes, and soaking her cassock until her hands were numb, leaving only her instinct to swing the sword. The hot sunshine made Fu Yao's eyes dizzy, while Jiurong was drinking tea and playing chess in a pavilion nearby. Comparing the two, Fu Yao couldn't help but feel angry, and he even drew his sword with much sharpness.

Finally, when the sun was setting, the time came. Fu Yao dropped his sword and fell to the ground.

My whole body was exhausted. Although I used spiritual energy to relieve the soreness in my arms during the trip, I was still extremely tired and my stomach was growling with hunger!

Because almost all the spiritual energy at the back is used to protect the arms, so of course it is not possible to live without grain.

"Get up quickly. There is a bucket of bath potion in your room. You have to soak it once every day after sword practice. The medicinal materials have been placed on your table. One package at a time. Soak for half an hour. There may be some in the middle. It hurts, but you have to be patient,

After soaking in this medicine for a full month, your physique will increase. Your body is too fragile and cannot resist beatings. Immortal cultivators will encounter many dangers. If it happens like yesterday, you will die at the front. of. "

Jiurong really disliked Fu Yao. Although he had advanced to become a foundation-building monk, he was just a little scumbag who couldn't fight. He met a real ruthless character like this, and the proud ones who had been raised since childhood didn't care at all. head.

Fu Yao walked into the bathroom and took a look. There was an oversized wooden barrel in the middle, exuding a bit of an awkward herbal smell, and the bright red color looked very permeable.

Frowning, is this the blood of some kind of monster? But there's obviously no smell of blood, which is weird.

Fu Yao took off her clothes. There were shallow scars everywhere on her body, adding regret to her jade-like skin, and tested the temperature of the water.

Fortunately, it is a bit hot, which is acceptable.

Fu Yao sat down and soaked her whole body except her head.

Because Fu Yao had just finished sword practice, the pores on his body were open, and the medicine quickly penetrated through the pores. At first, he only felt that his whole body was relaxed and very comfortable.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Fu Yao began to feel a numbing pain in her body, which intensified little by little. The sharp pain made Fu Yao's body begin to tremble.

But in order to be able to train, to increase his strength, and to strengthen his body, Fu Yao gritted her teeth and used a lot of perseverance not to scream.

The original bright red color inside the barrel gradually turned into pink, colorless, turbid, pitch black and exuded a strong odor.

When the time was up, Fu Yao jumped out, poured out the dirty water from the barrel, and opened the water shower head to wash away the remaining odor on her body.

With this soak, my whole body felt like it was stretched out, full of strength. I wanted to practice sword practice for another six hours, but the hunger in my stomach became even stronger.

When we came to the kitchen, which was built at a huge cost, there were five stoves, two ovens, three grills, and all kinds of pots, dishes, and dishes.

I also modified the spiritual version of the rice cooker, oven, steamer, microwave, etc. Anyway, I bought a lot of things for my little nest in the three years in Lingzhi Valley.

Steam the spiritual rice first. I just went to get the peppers yesterday. I also harvested a lot of other spiritual vegetables. Making a spicy duck, spicy and spicy, should be very enjoyable!

First, I took out the ducks that were accidentally killed while catching them in the storage bag. I counted more than two thousand ducks.

Fu Yao decided to clear out all the ducks today while it was still early, so that no matter what he did later, it would be more convenient.

Fortunately, the puppet I bought at Lingyin Pavilion was not used yet. I stuffed a top-grade spiritual stone into the energy center, and I flexibly started plucking the duck's feathers, disemboweling it, and cleaning out its internal organs.