Ink panel: Hunting the sun and surveying the sky from the bow

In the next few days, Shen Qing stayed out of the mountains and spent most of his time hunting in the mountains and practicing the Linfeng Finger.

As his archery and hunting skills continued to improve, his hunting skills became better and better.

Every time he went up the mountain, he almost never came empty-handed. He caught small things like hares, pheasants, badgers, and larger ones like a muntjac, which were piled up in a pile at home.

But the strange thing is that for some reason, some larger prey that he used to encounter, such as wild boars, elks, and goats, are rarely encountered now.

It even made Shen Qing doubt whether his hunting skills improved too fast and he had almost dug up this Shicheng Mountain.

Counting the days, there is less than a month before spring.

Shen Qing can only sincerely hope that the small animals in the mountains can hold on.

Winter will soon be over if they hold on.

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In the bamboo forest behind the house, Shen Qing squatted down, took a stone from the ground and put it in his palm, holding it easily.

His arms were exposed in shorts, and veins were faintly visible.

Shen Qing exerted force suddenly, and the muscles on his arms tightened, and the veins popped.

Cracks appeared on the surface of the stone, and then with a "crack", the stone broke into several pieces in his palm, and the broken stones scattered all over the ground.

He clapped his hands and stood up, his eyes calm.

"Now that my blood and qi are perfect, the strength of my arms has increased a lot, far exceeding that of ordinary people. Five or six people can't stop me. Even if I use my strength seriously, I can crush stones. Why can't I poke a simple wooden board with my fingers?"

Shen Qing looked at the broken wooden board on the other side of him, which was full of marks.

He has been thinking secretly these days, and he has tried several times like Ouyang Tiezhu, but he didn't succeed.

It seems that Li Linfeng's hard skill is not just about strength.

There is a set of self-consistent logic and training methods.

Shen Qing had inquired in Linfeng Hall that Li Linfeng had used this unique skill to kill four martial artists in the Bone Training Realm, and became famous in the county.

And if any of these martial artists in the Bone Training Realm were pulled out, a person like him with perfect Qi and blood could easily control five or six of them, and eighteen or nineteen ordinary strong men could not get close to this martial artist.

He dared not imagine how strong Li Linfeng, who was now in the Qi Cultivation Realm, would be.

There were indeed many hidden talents in the county, and he could not be underestimated.

He had to practice hard.

Shen Qing put away these wild thoughts and walked to an old oak tree, using it as a wooden man.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and recalled the movements of the three-man and five-man piles that he had reproduced in his mind countless times.

After making sure that he had memorized all the details, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Then his body was as agile as a rabbit, and he unfolded a set of smooth body movements around the old tree and practiced it.

He jumped and moved, his toes lightly tapping the ground, leaving almost no trace.

The air seemed to hear the rustling of his clothes, responding to the cold wind in the bamboo forest.

Time passed little by little.

Although it was winter and he was still wearing shorts, sweat gradually soaked Shen Qing's back.

Gradually, his breathing became rapid and powerful, and his movements became smoother and faster.

On the rough trunk of the old oak tree, there were several places that became much rounder after countless touches and leverage, which seemed a little different from other places.

Shen Qing practiced tirelessly until his physical strength was almost overdrawn.

In order not to waste time, he would continue to practice the pile training in the Jiugong Jin, nourishing his qi and blood, and restoring his physical strength.

With continuous practice, Shen Qing's knowledge of martial arts grew day by day, and he found that some martial arts common sense in the Jiugong Jin was wrong.

For example, the concept of stretching muscles and training bones, and strengthening skin and nourishing qi was never mentioned in this Jiugong Jin.

It is a bit exaggerated and unreliable to say that if the blood and qi in the body reach the limit of the body's capacity, and the blood and qi are combined with the thoughts in the heart, then the qi can be cultivated.

He still doesn't understand what this thought in the heart refers to.

No wonder it is a not-so-famous martial art.

Shen Qing even suspected that Chen Yuan and others were cheated of a lot of money when they bought this martial art.

But it doesn't mean that this martial art is useless.

At least the nine piles of skills recorded in it are really good, which greatly improves his whole body's qi and blood training.

Shen Qing did not hide it, and taught this martial art to Tian Xiaohu and Hu Zi.

Several people practiced hard every day at home.

The three of them were not as evil as Shen Qing, and they were still struggling at the entry stage.

After a short adjustment, Shen Qing felt that his physical strength had recovered, so he started practicing again.

Under the influence of the ink panel, every time Shen Qing practiced his body skills, he was more agile and more accurate than the previous time.

Seven or eight days passed in a blink of an eye. The mountain products in Hongshan Village had almost accumulated. It was time to go to the county town again.

In the bamboo forest, Shen Qing slapped the tree trunk with a palm, practiced the last move, and exhaled lightly.

He glanced at the ink panel in his sight, and his face showed a little joy.

[Skill: Lingfeng Finger (Beginner)]

[Progress: 92/100 points]

[Status: Unable to improve]

After continuous practice, plus the blessing of the proficiency of the ink panel.

Shen Qing was able to successfully play the two-person pile, three-person pile and five-person pile in one breath, which was considered a pass.

Unfortunately, the old tree is not a wooden man after all, and some movements are still a little different. He did not practice well, and it was difficult to improve his progress.

He thought of taking this opportunity to go to Linfeng Hall to make up for the last bit of progress and see if he could break through the bottleneck.

Shen Qing exhaled the last breath of turbid air, gathered his thoughts and returned home.

At this time, the eldest sister Shen Fang had already boiled a bucket of hot water to wipe the body after the practice.

After washing, Shen Qing put on new clothes and went out. He went to Zhang Shuyuan's house without stopping to ask him to help with the accounts.

In fact, with his current literacy level, he can also do simple accounts and arithmetic. But in recent years, the accounts in the village have basically been done by Zhang Shuyuan, and the villagers recognize him.

If he did it himself, the villagers might not recognize it, and it might even backfire.

So it is better to be safe and follow the old rules.

Shen Qing went to Zhang Shuyuan's house and explained his purpose. Zhang Shuyuan agreed without hesitation, as if he was afraid that Shen Qing would go back on his word.

As for why Shen Qing hadn't come to learn the Thousand Characters for such a long time, he didn't even ask, as if he had forgotten about it.

In his eyes, learning was something that should be done on one's own initiative.

With Zhang Shuyuan, Shen Qing went to a flat ground in the center of Hongshan Village.

Tian Xiaohu had already pulled the cart over and was waiting, and other villagers who wanted to sell goods also came one after another.

Shen Qing walked over and clapped his hands.

The crisp sound instantly attracted the attention of the villagers on the flat ground.

Shen Qing shouted, "It's time to collect mountain products, folks, hurry up."