Is It Possible That Farming Is The Real Cultivation Of Immortals?

Everything is easier said than done.

This palm seemed flat, and An Jia pondered for a while.

One palm contains three subtle movements.

First, clap with your palms straight.

At the moment of clapping and contact, the power is discharged outwards, which is loose and will splash the pulp.

Every bit of pulp here is the blood and sweat of his exhaustion.

Even if a little bit of splashing wasted, he would feel distressed.

Therefore, at the moment of this palm contact, do the second movement.

Second, slightly arch the flat palm and turn it into a nest palm.

In this way, the pulp dispersed by the shock will be drawn into the palm socket and will not overflow.

However, the pulp is half a paper ball, and what he wants is a pulp cake.

This is the third step.

Third, press the palm of the palm forward and forcefully, driving the force into the paper ball.

The paper ball was impacted by force, and naturally scattered outward into paper cakes.

The three movements must be coherent, completed in one go, and look like one movement.

This is the difficulty.

But for An Jia, who comprehended and improved this pie-making technique, what was lacking was practice.

Three paper cakes weigh about a catty.

Eighty catties of pulp, beaten to two-thirds, practiced.

Once the skill comes out, the remaining third will be a breeze.

I saw him grab the pulp and put the bluestone, and one piece was discharged.

boom!

What came out was a deep crash.

A round paper cake is easily formed.

As you become more proficient, the paper cakes become more rounded as you go forward.

It shows that his skills are getting more and more proficient.

"Working people are the most beautiful, this round, tsk tsk, pleasing to the eye..."

An Jia is immersed in the beauty of the fruits of her labor.

On the ten-kilometer Luoyan mountain, the rocks here were originally extremely heavy and hard boulders.

Someone once said: Hammer and chisel to break, but not Zhou.

It is said that this inauspicious stone is difficult to be hurt by ordinary utensils.

Even after an unknown number of years of weathering, the Buzhou stone did not show many signs of cracking.

But if someone is here at this moment, it is not difficult to find that the stone is full of fist-sized blast holes.

There were piles of rocks all over the place.

People are as small as rabbits in front of the smallest gravel.

At a glance, it is a large boulder beach.

In the depths of such a boulder beach on the top of the mountain, a burly and strong man, trembling like a beggar.

"Impossible...absolutely impossible!"

"Shenxiao Yulei Jue has been lost for a long time... The last descendant of Shenxiao Sect has passed away in Qingyun Sect for hundreds of years... How can anyone still know Shenxiao Yulei Jue?"

"Could it be her?"

"Impossible...absolutely impossible..."

"She died a long time ago, and she only had a little fur before she died. I killed her with my own hands..."

"It seems that I can't stay in this blessed place of Qingyunmen, I have to leave here... No way!"

"I can't go out!"

"Without the protection of this inadvertent stone, Zikui will be spotted by Zikui's electric eyes as soon as he goes out..."

"Yes! Zhahu! She must be Zhahu! Knows I'm here but doesn't know where I am..."

"Try to force me out!"

"Damn it... I should have been more careful when hunting, it must have left traces then..."

"You Qingyunmen dog! You bastard!"

"Calm down... I must calm down!"

"You can't just leave it like that, you must leave something to tell the Taoist."

The man looked crazy, his eyes rolled around, and he was talking to himself.

Soon, his face became sinking and his eyes were bloodshot.

Finally, when he seemed to think of something, he calmed down and had an idea.

But he had had enough of these days.

Since the first time, such thunder bombardment has happened every day.

Sometimes you are very close to him, and sometimes you are far away from him. It is obviously a temptation!

As time passed, the intensity of the bombardment also increased little by little.

There were so many times that he wanted to rush out and fight, killing all directions, and dying happily.

Even if you take away one or two of these sanctimonious hypocrites, it's fine.

But thinking about the big plan, he still held back.

...

Snapped!

A slap fell and hit the girl on the face.

The girl didn't cover her face, her eyes were angry.

The handsome face of the middle-aged man is also full of beard and hair, and his forehead is full of blue veins.

In Qingyunmen, in the capital court of the eighth heaven, in the governor's office, Huaizhen glared at his daughter Lingyao.

The tea room in the screen attic is surrounded by carved beams and walls, but the floor is in a mess.

"What's the matter, so angry."

The door was pushed open, and the beautiful woman in a gorgeous dress looked at her daughter and frowned.

She looked at Huaizhen, but before she could speak, she was stopped by her husband.

"I advise you to shut up. A loving mother often loses her children. If I don't have a son and give birth to a daughter, I will be defeated by you like this."

"What the hell is going on..."

Having been husband and wife for many years, she knows that her husband has a gentle temper and rarely gets angry like this.

"You ask your baby girl!"

"What you said is not your daughter..."

"No! She is not worthy!" Huai Zhen shouted.

The woman was startled, and quickly looked at Lingyao and asked, "What's going on?"

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