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

That's right, An Jia missed the target and went to grandma's house.

Even if no one sees or witnesses here, he still feels ashamed.

Since he didn't want to pick up the arrows, he directly used the Whirlwind Art to turn into a small tornado and grab all the arrows.

But they also caught sand, gravel, dead leaves and so on.

It gave him a big headache.

But when it comes to archery, it's really cool, inexplicably cool.

To put it bluntly, it is to shoot out one by one, as long as one hits...

Even in the corner, he has a sense of accomplishment.

In order to serve myself better and not to be troubled by things like "picking up arrows"...

He modified the Whirlwind Jue again.

Now when the Whirlwind Jue is used, a small whirlwind will appear at the end of each arrow.

This small whirlwind is not the air of heaven and earth, nor is it the whirlwind that he stirred up, but the fusion of spiritual consciousness and spiritual thought to form a "consciousness" that tells the rotation, and is forged from this.

Unlike normal whirlwinds, although it is transparent, it is vaguely like water, not empty.

As he thought about it, all the arrows flew back and fell steadily into An Jia's hands.

"OK."

An Jia threw the bow and arrow into the bamboo basket in front of the gate of Daohualou. It was already dark and it was time to cook dinner.

After a good dinner, I just felt excited again, my legs and feet were strong again, and my mood improved a lot.

He hurried to check the kiln.

With the current fire temperature, if it drops below 100 degrees, it will be tomorrow at least.

It will be too late to open the kiln again.

What is certain is that this time, it was a success.

After checking, he picked up the practice bamboo sword and ran into the practice sword post.

While dodging the swaying bamboo tubes, he slapped the nearby bamboo tubes with various thorns.

After a while, I was sweating, and then I went to take a bath.

After taking a bath, he raised his hand and made a whirlwind trick, mixed the dirty clothes with water and stones, and rolled them around.

After finishing the roll, he flicked it 3,000 times in the air.

When the clothes came back to the body, they were clean and soft and comfortable again.

"Tomorrow..." An Jia sat on the rocking chair in front of Daohualou and swayed back and forth, looking at the stars in the sky.

Tomorrow, he will go to the village to have a look, look around, and learn.

Thinking of this, he looked up at the rice field next to him.

This rice has grown to a height of ten feet, and it is extremely huge.

But above this high altitude, there is no cry of frogs, and the chants of insects are pitifully rare.

Now that the rice has been filled with grain, the next step is to wait for it to mature.

"Also, the unpalatable medicinal fruit is about to ripen, will Immortal Huaikui come to collect it?"

"Lingyi will also come..."

"Hey, Lingyi is so tender and juicy..."

"Hey, don't even think about being rude. There really aren't any women in this area. A sow is like Diaochan."

"When I see a girl, I feel crazy."

"By the way, if there is a girl who can have fun at night, wouldn't it be more fun to work during the day?"

"Hahahaha... that's really the pinnacle of life."

"Bah! Why do I have such an idea? I'm really hysterical."

"I'm still too energetic to live alone, throwing two darts and going to sleep."

Talking to himself for a while, An Jia got up from the bamboo rocking chair and went to the archery target.

He stood thirty meters away, and threw a throwing knife...

"Fuck, missed the target again, how bad I must be."

No one came to gimmick him, so he scolded himself talking to himself.

Thirty meters is not enough, I still overestimate myself.

Practice, you can practice slowly, but you have to find the right hand.

Always miss the target at such a distance, only ghosts can find it accurately.

So he zoomed in to ten meters.

Ten meters, throwing a dozen bamboo flying knives empty, all missed the target.

"What the hell am I..."

An Jia wanted to slap herself twice, but let it go, she didn't want to make trouble with herself before going to bed.

So, he shortened the distance by five meters.

At a distance of five meters, he did not miss the target.

But the crosshair is very erratic, and I can't find any feel when I throw it empty.

"Here comes the knife."

After An Jia quietly pinched the Whirlwind Jue and threw it out, she made a pose and raised her hand mightily.

Swish Swish Swish...

The three thrown knives, a total of thirty-six, returned to the palm of his hand one after another, as if he had long eyes.

Although he can use the Whirlwind Art to push the flying knife out.

That's sure to hit the nail on the head.

But that's not interesting.

Like born a millionaire, what's the point of making money?

Just like being born an emperor, what's the point of fighting for power?

Just because you don’t have money, you make money, whether you use your intelligence, strength, or popularity in the middle, overcome various difficulties, and finally achieve your goals. This is practical and interesting.

The same is true for practicing a throwing knife.

Relying on his strength, as long as he grasps the aim, he can surely hit within 30 meters.

Coupled with the strength of Na Qi Slash, he can easily penetrate the target within 50 meters.

There is no shortage of strength, but the key is how to let the body control the quasi-mind by itself.

Fortunately, after losing seven in a row, An Jia felt that she was lucky to be lazy, so she finally got some tricks.

But there is no rush, take your time.

In the early morning of the next day, check the kiln, it is still several hundred degrees.

This decline is estimated to take some time.

He carried a bamboo basket on his back, brought a hatchet, and filled a bamboo tube with honey water, that's all.

The Green Bamboo Sword is no longer carried.

For such a good thing, the wealth is not exposed, he is afraid of being taken aback by the spirit farmers in the fairy village.

The sky was slightly bright and the wind was slightly cool, so he set off.

"Chasing the wind!"

The air is lifted up and the blood is pressed down. It rises with the breath and falls with the legs, like a pump.

Running with both legs, it resonates with the breath in the body, continuously.

But the faster you run, the greater the wind resistance in front of you, as if there is an air wall...

"Yes, Whirlwind Art!"

Whirlwind Jue was used, and a whirlwind pushed forward.

So the wind is broken on the road and it is easier to run.

Encountered bumps, steeps, and even huge gaps, his figure can sway forward and pass by in a flash.

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