Chapter 11 Crushing Stone Into Powder

In Sanchazi Town, Li Banxian sat behind a fortune-telling stall, looking at the passers-by.

To do his job, one must be good at observation, understand people's hearts, collect information from various details, actively find potential customers, and then lure customers into the trap.

Sometimes, if you catch a fat sheep, you can eat for several years, or even benefit for life.

But Sanchazi Town is still too poor, and most people want to split a copper coin in half.

When you catch a mosquito, you want to scrape some meat from the mosquito's legs.

It's too difficult to make money from them.

So for so many years, Li Banxian is still hungry and full.

Those who don't know the details say that he looks thin and has a fairy-like appearance. In fact, he dreams of eating big fat meat every day and being fat.

Until this year, his luck finally turned, and he met a fool who didn't know the world. Not only did he have a full meal, but also meat and wine.

Just as he was looking for passers-by, he saw a young man walking towards him from the end of the street. He was wearing a coarse linen shirt, straw sandals, and holding a piece of fat meat in his hand.

The fat sheep came, Li Banxian immediately straightened his robe, sat up straight, looked straight ahead, and looked like an immortal.

But his mind had already turned dozens of corners, thinking about how to fool this cheap apprentice today.

He had practiced the so-called peerless martial arts for a long time, but it was useless and purely a scam.

Anyway, I have taught him, and if he can't practice peerless martial arts, it's because he is not diligent enough or too stupid, so I can't blame this master.

"Master!"

Er Gouzi started to greet him from a distance, and Li Banxian stroked his beard very reservedly.

"Well! You are here!"

"Have you made any progress in your practice recently?"

Li Banxian still remembered that the last time Er Gouzi asked him for advice, he seemed to have encountered some difficulties, and he fooled him for a long time before coaxing him back.

Thinking in his heart, he had to increase his deception today.

"Well, there is progress. I finally got started in cultivation!"

Er Gouzi nodded vigorously. He was very satisfied with the current progress of cultivation.

Of course, in addition to his own efforts, he also had to thank his master for his teachings.

That's why he was willing to spend a lot of money this time and bought a piece of good fat meat for his master.

"Getting started in cultivation?"

Li Banxian didn't believe it very much. It was probably because young people love face and like to show off. They said that there was something that didn't exist, and they would blow it up to the sky if there was a little thing.

It's not like he hasn't practiced this skill before, and it's useless.

It seems that he has to knock it. Thinking in his heart, he picked up a stone from the ground and put it on the table.

"Now pick up this stone and crush it into powder for your master to see?"

Er Gouzi shook his head quickly. Although he is very strong now, it is still impossible for him to crush the stone.

"You can't even do such a simple thing, and you dare to talk about entering the cultivation!"

Li Banxian shook his head, looking angry at his lack of fighting spirit, as if he was a little disappointed with Er Gouzi.

He threw the small stone away, picked up a bigger stone, and crushed it with one hand.

Li Banxian was very satisfied when he saw the expression of astonishment and admiration on Er Gouzi's face.

He casually patted off the stone powder on his hand, his face remained calm, as if he had done something insignificant.

"Those who practice martial arts should guard against arrogance and impatience, and must not be arrogant and conceited. Remember that there are people beyond people, and there are heavens beyond heavens..."

"Master, I was wrong!"

After being taught by Li Banxian, Er Gouzi was ashamed, and his soy sauce-colored face instantly turned red to his ears.

"It is a great virtue to know your mistakes and correct them!"

"When you can crush stones and jump a few feet high with a light leap, you will be considered to have entered the stage of cultivation."

Li Banxian knew the principle of giving a carrot after a beating, and now he stroked his beard to comfort Er Gouzi.

At the same time, he took out the tattered book from his arms.

"Don't be discouraged. As long as you persevere, you will enter the stage of cultivation and pass the exam to become a martial arts scholar."

"Today, continue to copy books and learn to read. First, recognize all the words in this book."

The two chatted for a long time before Er Gouzi said goodbye and left.

Since being beaten by the master this time, Er Gouzi knew that there is always someone better than you, and he should be modest and cautious. He returned to the mountain and practiced diligently every day.

From then on, except for going to the town every few days to copy books and learn to read with the master, Er Gouzi did not dare to brag about his progress in cultivation in front of the master.

Such a little bit of Taoism can be seen through at a glance in front of a god-like figure like the master, and it would annoy the master's ears if he said it out loud.

He had only learned a little bit of skills, not even the entry level, but he was already complacent.

The master had such great skills, but he never showed off.

This is the real person who does not show off. He has too much to learn.

However, he firmly believed that one day he would be as powerful as his master and could easily crush stones into powder.

Because of the last accident, he successfully generated the first ray of qi in his meridians, and the subsequent cultivation was much easier.

As long as he practiced on time, the vitality in his body would slowly grow stronger, and he could make a little progress every day.

Wherever the vitality went, he felt a warm current, which was very comfortable.

Perhaps it was because of this vitality that his strength had increased a lot recently. Now he could lift a big stone weighing more than 100 kilograms without any effort.

This strength should not be wasted. There are still so many barren stone nests on Shekou Mountain, and it is just right to use this strength to open up wasteland.

Whenever he was too tired to lift his arms from moving stones, he would just let his vitality flow to his arms and he would not feel tired after a while.

However, he also discovered a problem, that is, after practicing this technique, his appetite increased greatly.

In the past, he could eat three bowls of rice at each meal, but now he would not feel full even if he ate five bowls, and he would get hungry very quickly.

In the past, he only needed to eat two meals a day, morning and evening.

Now, it is not enough to eat at least three meals a day, and most of the time he has to eat four meals.

If he eats a few bowls less one day, his practice progress will slow down a lot.

Fortunately, he is not worried about food now, otherwise he really can't continue to practice this martial art.

Moreover, he also found that the food stored in the gourd will not only become more delicious, but also strengthen the vitality.

Ordinary rice has almost no effect in this regard.

The rice stored in the gourd is very different from ordinary food. As long as you eat it once, you can definitely feel the difference.

This brings a problem. For the convenience of storage, his rice is stored in the gourd. How can he sell it outside in the future?

How should he explain when someone asks him about the origin of this rice?

Sanchazi Town is not too far from Shexi Village. If he attracts other people's attention, they can still find Shekou Mountain.

Before he thinks of a solution, he does not plan to sell this stored rice to the outside world for the time being.

One day, Er Gouzi remembered that he had fed pigs for several years, and suddenly an idea flashed.

If the food is cooked and made into the same as pig food, who can still recognize it?

However, pig food cannot be sold directly. It cannot be sold at a high price, and it may not be easy to sell. After all, there should not be many people who like to eat pig food.

Maybe it can be sold as medicine.

I remember that there was a juggler in the town who sold a kind of powerful pill. Maybe I can try it myself.

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