Shennong Sequence

Chapter 62: Wufu's unique method of "keeping fit", the sweet blood mist

"Brother Zhao is really lucky! Recently, I asked someone and found out that people who come to this stable have to raise horses for at least three to five months before they can get any rewards.

And you have been able to enter the rank in such a short period of time and have achieved such success... You are a rare talent among the four beast-raising prisons!"

Zhao Yun was naturally delighted to hear the flattery and praise, but he still replied modestly:

"I'm not a capable person. It's just luck."

Zhao Yun then scooped a spoonful of vegetable soup containing oil and water and poured it on the rice. The fragrant rice mixed with the aroma of cooking with a little lard tasted indescribable.

Butcher Liu struck while the iron was hot, and while Zhao Yun was happy, he talked about some other things about cultivation:
"Brother Zhao, when I was selling meat in Yanshan County, I heard people in the surrounding martial arts halls talking about the ninth level of martial arts."

"Wu Fu?"

Zhao Yun remembered what Old Man Sun once said, that a warrior can transfer to all cultivation sequences; and all cultivation sequences can also be transferred to the warrior.

This is a very special sequence pathway!

He immediately urged Butcher Liu to tell the story: "Then Brother Liu, tell us!"

When Butcher Liu saw that Zhao Yun was interested, his fat face started to smile:
"I now only know that the ninth stage of a warrior is: Blood Qi Wolf Smoke, and that before a warrior can hold the ninth stage ceremony, he needs to go through a special 'body-building' process.

But no matter how hard I tried, I still didn't understand the specific process of health preservation.

In the end, I found out that the "health-preserving" method was a secret in the martial arts school and was not passed on to outsiders. "

"Is that so?"

Zhao Yun was a little disappointed when he heard this.

However, this special sequence of martial artists requires an additional "health maintenance" process compared to the ninth-level advancement ceremony held by farmers.

Maybe that's what makes it unique?
But there are more than a dozen martial arts schools of all sizes in the county.

This is a considerable number.

In other words, many people know about the warrior's special characteristics?

No, the soldiers in front of the guard station are not practicing the inheritance of the military family, but the way of the warrior...

If you take a sneak peek at the soldiers' training methods, wouldn't you know the warriors' "health maintenance" process?
While Zhao Yun was thinking, Butcher Liu came over and said flatteringly:

“Brother Zhao, after your explanation, guidance, and instruction over the past few days, I feel that I am about to condense the spiritual seal.

When the time comes, you have to help put in a few good words for Old Man Sun to see if I, Old Liu, can be included in the peasant family sequence?"

"That's fine."

Zhao Yun did not refuse Liu the Butcher's request. As long as Liu the Butcher could condense the spiritual seal, he would casually mention it and offer to help.

Then Butcher Liu mentioned the many things that happened to Zhao Yun in the past few days, including his promotion and his sound sleep after returning.

The most important thing is that the northern barbarian cavalry has appeared on the border...

The entire Beiliang border island has entered a state of true alert.

Who knows, when the beacon fire is lit, the Wuyang Guard Station will send soldiers to provide support in the battle.

Of course, even if Wuyang Guard sent troops, it would not have much to do with Zhao Yun, the newly promoted farmer-cultivator.

He only needs to provide logistical resources, which will be the greatest support to Wuyang Garrison and the entire border war.

In addition, Zhao Yun was promoted to the ninth-level farmer, which means he has a certain background and strength. Those who want to make things difficult for him and target him behind the scenes will also restrain themselves.

This would improve Zhao Yun's situation a lot. After dinner, Zhao Yun looked at Old Man Sun's closed door again.

"Master Sun disappeared during lunch. I don't know where he went."

Zhao Yun wanted to find Old Man Sun to ask about his follow-up arrangements.

But since I can't find anyone, I naturally have no one to ask...

Then, taking advantage of the afternoon rest time, Zhao Yun, carrying his bow and arrow, came to the stable and looked at the little mare.

"Bah! Bah!"

When the mare saw Zhao Yun, she snorted happily and paced back and forth excitedly in the stable.

Zhao Yun gently stroked the mare, calculating the time in his mind.

In a day or two, I will go out to let the horses graze again. Then I will be able to ride this little mare and gallop freely on the pasture.

In addition, after Zhao Yun was promoted to the ninth level, he also had a certain sensitivity to the spirits of all things around him.

This corresponds exactly to the 'Seal of Psychic Communication' condensed by the 'Basic Horse Taming' skill.

Zhao Yun only needs to further improve and advance this horse taming skill, and he will be able to digest the "power of Taoism" condensed above his dantian.

So riding this little mare is also a long-term plan.

After talking with the mare, Zhao Yun carried his bow and arrows, went to the warehouse to get a hoe and sickle, and left the garrison.

Later, he went to the small slope behind and found the wasteland he had opened up.

The planting straw puppet carried a wooden bucket and went back and forth to fetch water from the mountain stream to water the five spiritual plants in the field.

Unfortunately, due to reasons such as spiritual energy, earth energy, and fertility, a bucket of water poured on the cracked land would be absorbed instantly.

And because of the thin fertility and earth energy, these five spiritual plants now appear to be in a state of lethargy.

After a brief thought, Zhao Yun decided to dig out four of the spiritual plants and plant them in four directions of the acre of field, so that each spiritual plant would occupy a larger area to avoid competing for nutrients with each other.

Then, Zhao Yun sat cross-legged beside the blood-sucking vine, sensing the illusory blood-colored vine in his sea of ​​consciousness. In reality, he also gently fiddled with the small blood-colored vine that seemed like a living thing, feeling that he could control the blood-sucking vine as he wished.

Then Zhao Yun released his mental power and carefully felt the situation of the surrounding world.

At a certain moment, Zhao Yun's mind was connected with a tiny branch of the majestic earth veins.

He then consumed the magic power in his Dantian, and relying on the instinct to control the earth's energy after advancing to a 'tillator', he carefully guided the tiny earth vein and changed the flow position.

And connect it to the roots of the blood-sucking vine, so that it can continuously release the spiritual energy of the earth veins and nourish the growth needs of the blood-sucking vine.

In addition, the nutrients and fertilizers in the surrounding land were also gathered by Zhao Yun one by one.

"According to what Old Man Sun said, the best way to cultivate the blood-sucking vine is to lay flesh and blood at its roots, allowing it to slowly absorb the energy in the flesh and blood, and then condense blood essence."

This blood essence can automatically improve the realm of the blood-sucking vine;
Secondly, this blood essence can be consumed by oneself to strengthen the body, heal wounds, or trade;

Thirdly, it can be used as a special coupling agent to graft some exotic plants onto the blood-sucking vine.

After Zhao Yun adjusted the earth's fertility environment around the blood-sucking vine, the blood-sucking vine, which had been somewhat wilted, stood up again, and a faint fishy and sweet blood mist emanated from its body.

The fishy and sweet blood mist seemed to have a strange attraction to the animals.

Whether it was small creatures such as long insects, grasshoppers, crickets, or slightly larger rabbits and pheasants, they all seemed to have lost their minds, ran under the blood-sucking vines, greedily absorbing the fishy and sweet blood mist.

(End of this chapter)