Mortal Immortal Gourd

When Er Gouzi first built his foundation, his sea of ​​dantian was only five inches, and he didn't dare to tell anyone about it, fearing that he would be laughed at.

He had been practicing quietly to expand his sea of ​​dantian, thinking that one day he would be able to be proud of himself.

Now his sea of ​​dantian is eight feet and five inches, but he still doesn't dare to tell anyone, fearing that people would be jealous.

He could only suppress the idea of ​​being proud of himself.

After all, he was still unwilling to accept it, so he mentioned it to Chang Ling'er.

"Chang Ling'er, I have a friend whose sea of ​​dantian has reached 8 feet and 5 inches. What do you think his level is?"

"It's barely okay. If he meets Chang Ling'er back then, he would be killed by a single finger."

Chang Ling'er didn't think it was that great at all. Compared with Chang Ling'er's predecessor back then, it was far worse.

That was a sea of ​​dantian several feet wide, with a full moon hanging high above the sea.

Er Gouzi knew that he wouldn't hear good things from Chang Ling'er, so he let it go and asked someone else later.

Still a little unsatisfied, he thought about it, found a piece of paper, and began to write a memorial to the emperor to cry about his poverty.

The emperor really rewarded him with some elixirs for the memorial he submitted last time.

After tasting the sweetness, he wrote one every year in the past few years, whether he was given or not, he had to ask for it.

If the emperor didn't give it, it would mean that he owed him elixirs.

Especially Xia Mingyuan next door who cried about poverty to the court every year, asking for elixirs and resources.

If others asked for it, he would lose if he didn't.

"Er Gouzi, your handwriting is so ugly, like a dog paddling, do you want someone to recopy it for you?"

Seeing the crooked handwriting on the memorial, Chang Ling'er couldn't stand it.

"No, I'm a farmer in the countryside. I've been feeding pigs and chopping wood since I was a child. I haven't read many books. It's good enough that I can write a few words."

Er Gouzi felt that the memorial written by himself seemed more real.

Anyway, it was not the first time. The emperor had known that his handwriting was ugly.

After writing the memorial, he went down to the foot of Shekou Mountain and asked someone to send it out.

After this period of practice, all the elixirs and spiritual herbs that he had accumulated before were consumed.

He hoped that the emperor would reward him with dozens of elixirs.

"Yushan, I'll take you out to play."

Yushan was basking in the sun on a rock on the top of the mountain. When he heard Er Gouzi's call, he knew that he was going back to that magical continent again.

There were no sun, moon, and stars there. He now liked basking in the sun. Every time he came out of the gourd, he would bask in the sun.

As for farm work, he bought three more puppets for himself in the past five years.

He only needed to use his spiritual consciousness to control these puppets to work, without having to work hard himself, which was easy and fast.

But just to buy these puppets, he owed a lot of debts.

The old debts were not paid off, and new debts arose. Fortunately, the boss was also a kind and righteous person and never charged him interest.

Otherwise, the interest would compound, and he would never be able to turn over.

Now Yushan always feels that as long as he works harder, he can pay off his debts.

Yushan collected the puppets working in the field, and then was taken into the gourd by Ergouzi.

After five years, Ergouzi used a lot of manpower to flatten the two mountains and moved all the soil and rocks on the mountains into the gourd.

Now the continental area in the gourd has reached 800 acres.

Except for the lack of day and night, the sun, moon and stars, and the rotation of the four seasons, it is almost like a small world.

Yushan returned to the gourd and controlled four puppets to work quickly at the same time.

Over the years, he has taken care of the planting tasks in Shekou Mountain and Hululi at the same time.

Because of the help of the puppets, his efficiency has become higher and higher, and he has done more and more work.

It is easy for one person to plant hundreds of acres, and he can also take time to practice or miss his hometown.

Yushan did not complain about the heavy work every day, but became more and more motivated.

Every day is full of energy and vitality.

He originally found that he was still a waste after building the foundation.

He couldn't fly without wings, and couldn't use any magic of the Feather Clan.

As a foundation-building cultivator, he couldn't even go up and down Shekou Mountain with his own strength.

This discovery made him depressed and decadent for a long time.

He was really a waste, and even if he succeeded in building the foundation, it couldn't change the fact that he was a waste.

During that period, he was listless and had no motivation to work. He almost lost his belief in struggle.

Fortunately, the boss talked to him every day, comforted him, and encouraged him to cheer up again.

Later, he followed the boss and read a lot of books to rebuild his confidence.

After reading a lot of books, he knew that as long as he worked hard, he would be rewarded, and only hard work could succeed.

And the boss gave him an idea. Although he didn't have wings, he could control puppets.

The boss could refine various puppets for him in the future, making him a powerful puppeteer.

Of course, everything has a price. The cost of each puppet is very high, and you need to work hard to earn it.

Yushan always thought that he would be able to control the powerful puppets in the future, fly back to the sky, and defeat the clan leader and his son.

He has endless energy in his body. Every person who strives for his dream is full of charm!