Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

Preparatory stance,

First step: Hands pushing up to regulate the Triple Burner…

Tang Wen performed the Eight Section Brocade with practiced ease.

If he were to change into a Taoist robe and record this to put online, it's estimated that he would easily break 100,000 likes.

Little Wen is really different.

Tang Tang narrowed her eyes, unable to articulate the specific feeling, but watching her younger brother's movements, it was obvious that he was much better than before.

Mm, he's also sturdier than before. The young lady felt quite comforted, a feeling welling up in her heart that the 16 pounds of grain hadn't been wasted after all.

[Skill: Eight Section Brocade, Novice (36→43/1000)]

Originally, practicing the Eight Section Brocade once took about seven or eight minutes. In the morning, he practiced at most three times.

Often, after practicing three times, the sky would already be bright.

Not wanting others to see him practicing, Tang Wen would return to his room to eat, then go out.

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

After drinking foxtail millet porridge and eating roasted red-billed queleas, he prepared to go out.

The amount of rice at home, after his feasting yesterday, had dropped to below sixty pounds in one go.

Mm, I need to exchange for more rice today.

However, the heavens didn't grant his wish. For the entire morning, Tang Wen only encountered a flock of red-billed queleas, three in total.

Aim, shoot!

Crack!

A crisp sound.

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

The red-billed queleas were startled, fluttering and flying away around the tree, flying into the distance.

Not giving him a chance to finish them off.

Mm, my strength has increased, and the speed of my shots is also faster than before.

He summarized the reasons for his miss.

For the first time in ten days, he returned empty-handed.

On the way back at noon, some dry tree branches suffered, being continuously broken by Tang Wen with stones and brought back to the camp as firewood.

Back home, Tang Tang saw that he hadn't brought anything out, and her heart leaped into her throat, but she didn't say anything.

Lunch was made as usual, with the same portions as before.

The two ate in silence.

Finally, Tang Wen spoke: "Sister! Help me roast some foxtail millet grains."

"Not full?" Tang Tang looked down at her bowl, still with half a bowl of porridge left. She'll give this to her younger brother.

"No, for attracting birds."

"Oh~" Tang Tang understood, put down her bowl, and turned to grab half a handful of foxtail millet. Without weighing it, she knew it was a full ounce.

"Sister, that's too little."

"Mm, will the red-billed queleas recognize that this is food? Won't it be useless? Or, I'll go to the water's edge this afternoon and catch bugs for you?"

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

The foxtail millet was slightly roasted, emitting a unique fragrance.

Carefully wrapping the foxtail millet separately in linen cloths and stuffing them into his chest, Tang Wen went out, walked along the small path into the depths of the jungle, chose an open space with sparse trees, opened a bag of foxtail millet, and gently sprinkled it on the ground.

Then he continued forward, walking a few hundred steps, and sprinkled another handful of foxtail millet.

Next, he found a tree to lean against in the middle of the two locations and waited quietly.

Cluck cluck cluck…

Movement came, Tang Wen looked over, his eyes filled with surprise: This is, a pheasant!

Standing up, he slowly crept over, two hundred steps, one hundred steps, fifty steps, forty steps, enough.

Swish!

The stone hit the pheasant's body.

The pheasant squawked, flapping its wings and kicking its legs, trying to take off.

Swish!

Another stone, hitting the pheasant's open wing.

It fell to the ground at an angle.

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

Suddenly, he saw the words on the experience panel:

[Skill: Stone Throwing, Mastery (959→973/1000)]

Increased by 14 experience points?

The pheasant struggled in his hand.

In that case…

He took out the spare stone bag from his chest, tied it to one side of the pheasant's wing, and after confirming that it was tied securely, threw the pheasant away.

The pheasant, regaining its freedom, raised its head and couldn't wait to flap its wings, wanting to fly.

Just like a new employee who has just been given a pie in the sky by the boss, his fighting spirit is so high when he first returns to his seat.

But the heavy stone bag tied to its wing made it lose its balance, and it struggled for a long time but couldn't fly more than half a person high, let alone fly fast. After all, that was a whole bag, twenty or thirty pebbles.

"Cluck cluck cluck…"

The pheasant was anxious, its cries were hurried.

But no matter how it cried, it couldn't fly.

Like an old employee who has been working overtime for many years, when he returns home, no matter what his wife says, he is willing but unable.

Swish.

Cluck, cluck!

Tang Wen accurately hit the target, and the pheasant screamed and fell to the ground.

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

Another 13 experience points.

It really is a good opportunity to farm experience!

Usually, the red-billed queleas would be killed with one stone.

It's still the pheasant's large size and strong vitality!

The pheasant flapped its wings on the ground, and this stone had hit its body and grazed its beak.

It didn't cry anymore.

Just trying to stand up, trying to fly.

That clumsy appearance, like a middle-aged man who has been tortured by life for a long time, was so embarrassed.

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"Stand up, you can do it, come on… three more times, no, as long as twice, my skill can be upgraded!"

Tang Wen sincerely cheered it on, not feeling cruel at all.

He had heard similar words many times before.

When he was working, the boss always persuaded him to work overtime and strive hard, but Tang Wen knew that as long as he worked hard, stayed up late every day, and did a good job, he would definitely get occupational disease by the end of the year.

And the boss, not only could change to another boss's wife, but also buy a few more houses, raise the housing prices, and rent the extra houses to himself…

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

Tang Wen breathed a sigh of relief, and the stone flew out of his hand.

Cluck!

A short scream.

The pheasant fell to the ground, kicked its legs, and never moved again.

[Skill: Stone Throwing, Mastery→Proficient (1/3000)]

[Skill: Flying Stone, Proficient (1/3000)]

Upgraded!

Good luck, the last one gave 15 experience points.

This skill can also change its name?

"Flying Stone" does sound better than "Stone Throwing"!

Tang Wen sighed in his heart, but his movements didn't stop for a moment. He quickly stepped forward to pick up the pheasant, barely stuffed it into a cloth bag, put it in his chest, and left in a hurry.

He had made a bit of noise just now, it's better not to attract people over.

At this time, it was still early, and using the last bag of foxtail millet, Tang Wen finally attracted a flock of red-billed queleas.

Swish, swish, swish…

Stones were fired in succession, the birds flew around in chaos,

Proficient-level skills are different from the past.

Five stones in a row hit the target. His hands didn't stop, aiming at the red-billed queleas flying flexibly in the air, and continued to shoot stones.

Chirp! Chirp!

The red-billed queleas screamed and fell.

Using two ounces of foxtail millet as bait, he exchanged for a pheasant and seven red-billed queleas.

This wave is a huge win.

Tang Wen quickly left the forest, walking in a hurry all the way, and stepped into the camp gate without any danger.

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

It seems that this is the benefit of improving the physique attribute.

Back in the hut, seeing the pheasant, Tang Tang jumped up excitedly.

She said how much firewood she had picked up today and how many buckets of water she had drawn, while circling around looking for something.

After a while, she realized: "Xiao Wen, we don't have a kitchen knife, we can't kill the chicken."

There was a half-foot-long knife, usually used to deal with fist-sized birds, but it was not enough to deal with pheasants.

"Let's sell it then."

"Sell it? It's too dangerous, what if others stare at us?" Tang Tang disagreed.

Tang Wen thought for a while: "I'll take it to the blacksmith shop to exchange for a knife, go with my face covered, wait until it's darker."

Tang Tang shook her head: "It's better to go during the day, smear mud on your face, smear ash, exchange for a pair of scissors, and I'll cut your hair when you come back, and others won't recognize you."

"Alright."

After a lot of work, Tang Wen went out with a black face.

He first ran to two rice shops and exchanged for a few pounds of rice to bring back.

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

"Sister, what are you doing?"

"Shh," Tang Tang whispered, "I'll put the chicken in here, and you can carry this to the blacksmith shop later."

"Smart."

"Hehe…"

Tang Tang's eyes curved into crescents.