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Originally, we were going to stir-fry another plate of cauliflower, but after everyone ate the dumplings, they looked at the dishes on the table and thought that it was enough. They might not be able to finish these two dishes, so wouldn’t it be a waste if we stir-fried another plate of cauliflower?
Du Heng planned to postpone frying the cauliflower until the evening. He originally thought he would have to cook another pot of dumplings, but everyone felt full after eating four dumplings.
The dumplings are solid and are more filling than rice. What's more, there are also blood curd and rabbit offal. These two dishes go well with rice. If anyone feels that it's not enough, they can go for more rice.
For example, Xiaoxiao ate three bowls of rice today in order to eat blood sausage. Du Heng would not accuse him of such a thing.
Du Heng hadn't enjoyed such a relaxing afternoon for a long time. It was so happy to go to the fields with a basket on his back to pick wild vegetables in the season of slightly drunk sunshine. He thought that if he waited for another half a month, more wild vegetables would emerge. By then, the amaranth and artemisia selengensis... all would be in his bowl!
He planned to take advantage of his free time in the afternoon to pick some more shepherd's purse, blanch it and store it in the refrigerator. In the future, whether it can be eaten cold or made into stuffing, it will be a very seasonal vegetable.
Du Heng was surrounded by people, Xiao Wonton and Nianniansuisui were playing in front and behind him, and there was a sleepy Xiaoxiao in the backpack. He seemed to have returned to his childhood, and Du Heng felt happy looking at the furry children around him.
Du Heng was walking in the fields, and the demon cultivators in the yard would occasionally cast their spiritual awareness on Du Heng.
Wen Qiong held a cup of tea in her hand and said, "Du Heng's personality really doesn't seem like that of a cultivator."
He was lazy and contented, not like a cultivator in the world of cultivation who would risk his life for a spiritual plant. He was too naive. If he met someone with deep scheming, he would probably be sold out and help others count the money.
Feng Gui said: "Yeah, sometimes it makes me angry just looking at him. But as long as I'm with him, I feel that those things that people are fighting for outside are not a big deal."
Jing Nan also said: "He can calm people down. Even if he only thinks about cooking all day, I can put down what I am doing and watch him for a whole day."
Xuan Yu said slowly: "But he will eventually go out. No matter how much we protect him, there will always be loopholes."
The three demon cultivators fell silent. Wen Qiong said, "He has good talent. He will definitely have smooth cultivation before he reaches Dan Formation. But after that, it all depends on his luck."
In the spring sunshine, Du Heng came back with a basket of shepherd's purse. He held the sleeping Xiaoxiao in his arms and said, "After I collect the shepherd's purse, shall we make garlic pancakes?"
The people in the kitchen nodded: "Okay!"
Wen Qiong pinched her belly with some sadness: "Oh no, I think if I stay in the village for too long, I will become a fat man who can't walk."
Du Heng hasn’t even digested his lunch yet, but he’s already thinking about snacks. What should he do in the long run?
Wen Qiong's words caused everyone to laugh. Jing Nan smiled and said, "Don't worry. If you want to worry about gaining weight, the first thing you should worry about is us."
After all, Wen Qiong had only eaten a few meals, but Jing Nan and the others were eating every day.
Xiaoxiao woke up to a strange aroma. He sniffed it and found that it was even more fragrant than the incense on his uncle. He flew out of Fenggui's arms with a chirp and squatted on the stove.
On the stove was a white porcelain plate with several round cakes on it. The crust was fried crispy and mixed with small green garlic slices. The cakes were as big as Du Heng's palm and one inch thick. As Du Heng stacked the cakes on top, they made a slight crackling sound.
The leaves of garlic are long and thin, several inches longer than the leaves of onions planted by Du Heng. They have no strength and will fall over when the wind blows. Wash the onions, cut them into one-inch long pieces, rub them into the rice flour, and add salt. Du Heng also adds a little chopped fat to the rice flour, so that the pancakes are softer and more glutinous.
Du Heng was flipping the garlic pancakes in the pot with long chopsticks. When he saw Xiaoxiao flying over, he smiled and said, "Are you awake? As expected of Xiaoxiao, you woke up just as I finished making them. Come and have a taste."
Xiaoxiao was waiting for this sentence. He lowered his head and took a piece of cake. After chewing it for a while, Xiaoxiao made a pleasant tremor. He did something amazing. He actually spread his little wings and fluttered them, making a series of chirps. It looked like he was dancing.
Du Heng had never seen Xiaoxiao in this state before, so he quickly turned around and asked Xuan Yu: "It's bad, the child won't get sick from eating it, right?"
Xuan Yu glanced at Xiao Xiao who was doing the fan dance and chuckled, "He didn't get sick from eating anything. He likes the taste."
As if to prove Xuan Yu's words, Xiaoxiao chirped his wings for a while and waved them in different postures. His dancing was quite beautiful and dazzling. Finally, he lowered his head, held a pancake in his mouth, and jumped off the stove to give it to his uncle.
Du Heng breathed a sigh of relief: "I was so scared, I thought the child had something wrong with the food."
Xuan Yu said: "People of Xiaoxiao's clan will do this when they see something they like."
Du Heng understood: "I see. Xiaoxiao is essentially still a bird. There are some beautiful male birds in my hometown that dance on tree branches when they are courting a mate."
After saying this, Du Heng looked around and asked Xuan Yu in a low voice: "You think... Feng Gui will be like this too?"
Xuan Yu pondered for a moment: "I have never seen Feng Gui jump."
Feng Gui's voice floated from the living room: "Give up, I won't jump. Also, the cake is good, thank you Xiaoxiao."
Du Heng rolled his eyes. He made the pancakes, so what was Xie Xiaoxiao doing? Du Heng turned over all the pancakes in the pan. He could finally put down his chopsticks and eat the pancakes that had just come out of the pan: "Xuan Yu, try it."
The pancake becomes slightly hot on the plate, and you can feel the texture of the crust when you hold it in your hand. Take a bite, and the soft inside will pull out long threads. The small garlic leaves mixed in are not obvious, but you can taste the fragrance when you take a bite. The fat cubes that were cut off before are no longer visible. The high temperature melted them, making the small garlic pancake soft and fragrant.
This is the taste in memory. Du Heng took small bites of the garlic pancake, and the scene of following behind Du's mother and waiting to eat the pancake emerged in his mind.
Thanks to Daozu, although the two worlds are separated by thousands of miles, they have the same delicious taste, which allows him to taste the food while also relieving his homesickness.
Du Heng made a pot full of garlic pancakes, which were delicious with porridge. He planned to put them in the refrigerator and take them out to eat with porridge for breakfast.
Jing Nan and Wen Qiong walked in one after the other: "Wow, are the cakes ready? I can smell them from far away."
Du Heng was happy: "Where have you been?"
Jing Nan picked up the cake and took a bite: "Ah, it smells so good."
Wen Qiong washed her hands and took the cake from Du Heng. She smiled and said, "Master Jing and I have worked together to cultivate a spiritual field for you to use."
Du Heng was shocked: "Spiritual field?"
There is a piece of land between Fenggui and Xuanyu's house, which looks like five or six acres. When Du Heng left here in the morning, it was still a wasteland, but now it has changed a lot.
The weeds were replaced by neatly laid fields, and the fertile black soil was turned over, looking like it was ready for spring ploughing and sowing. The Lingtian started from the west wall of Xuanyu's family in the east and ended at the east garden of Fenggui's family in the west, with crisscrossing ridges and ditches.
Near the wall of Feng Gui's courtyard, a water-blue cow was standing in the field, shaking its long tail. The air was filled with the scent of wet earth. Du Heng's heart actually calmed down when he smelled this scent.
The cow stood in the field and mooed loudly in the direction of Du Heng. Du Heng came back to his senses and said, "Is this... the land for me to grow vegetables?"
Du Heng counted and found that the spiritual field was divided into eight plots. How many vegetables would be needed to grow? He said modestly, "I don't need so much land. Just give me two plots!"
Jing Nan smiled and showed his white teeth: "You're welcome. Starting tomorrow, this will also be your place of practice."
Du Heng: ??? How can you practice in the wild? Is Jing Nan stupid?
A group of people gathered in the living room again. This time, Du Heng was not asked to choose his spiritual plant. On the table was a book with a green cover. On the page were four big characters: Endless Life.
Du Heng's hand holding the cake began to tremble involuntarily: "This... is this the legendary inner strength method?"
What is Wen Qiong's aesthetic? The name of the technique that gave him body building is "strengthening the body", and now the internal strength technique is "endless life". Does she have a special liking for the four-character technique?
Wen Qiong ate the cake and said, "Master Jing and I have discussed it. We are not going to teach you too complicated mental methods at the beginning. We will start with the mental methods commonly used by wood spiritual root cultivators. Your situation is special. Originally, you should have started practicing this set of techniques when you were in the Qi Refining Stage, but I didn't expect you to go straight to the Foundation Establishment Stage."
As soon as Wen Qiong opened her mouth, the smell of garlic pancakes hit her in the face.
Du Heng nodded woodenly: "Okay, whatever the master says is what I will do."
Wen Qiong looked at Du Heng deeply and said, "Don't worry, I am a reasonable person."
This was the second time Du Heng had heard Wen Qiong say this. The first time, Du Heng didn't think there was anything wrong with it. But after a month of getting along, Du Heng already understood that Wen Qiong had something else to say.
Wen Qiong showed a mouthful of small white teeth, with a small garlic leaf stuck on them: "The following training will be rather boring and depressing. I hope that we can get along well and make progress together as master and disciple."
Du Heng looked at Wen Qiong in doubt and he felt a little weak. Wen Qiong's smile was a little scary!
On the tenth day of the first lunar month, Du Heng took a day off.
At nightfall he finally woke up and lay down on his bed: "Ah... I hope tomorrow's training won't be too difficult."
Wen Qiong said that starting from tomorrow, he would practice strengthening his body and tempering his spirit energy at the same time. In simple terms, starting from tomorrow, he would go to the bamboo forest to get beaten in the morning, and then control the spirit energy in the field to plant crops.
Xuan Yu lay beside Du Heng. He comforted Du Heng softly, "Don't worry. Wen Qiong is very sensible. What she teaches you is what you can accept."
Du Heng nodded: "I don't know why, but when I first saw Wen Qiong, I thought she was a lovely girl. But the more I get along with her recently, the more I feel that she..."
Xuan Yu pricked up his ears and waited for Du Heng's next words: "What do you think of her?"
Du Heng said after careful consideration: "I think she is... unfathomable. I thought she was ordinary at first, but now I find that her cultivation should be very high. Xuan Yu, can you tell me the truth? How much difference is there between my cultivation and Wen Qiong's?"
Xuan Yu patted Du Heng's chest and said, "Don't think too much. Everyone starts out as weak and becomes strong. Wen Qiong was also weak once. If you practice hard, you will be stronger than her one day."
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The next morning, when Du Heng was about to enter the bamboo forest, Wen Qiong stopped him and said, "Du Heng, let's not go to the bamboo forest today. Let's start practicing spiritual energy to temper our bodies first."
Wen Qiong, wearing a green robe, stood in the field like a big white radish with green cherries on top. The butterfly hairpin on her head turned green. Du Heng finally couldn't help asking a question other than cultivation: "Master, I want to ask you a question?"
Wen Qiong raised his eyebrows: "Yeah, ask."
Du Heng asked, "How many sets of clothes and hairpins do you have? Why do they all look similar to me?"
These days, he found that Wen Qiong's clothes were all different colors every day, and no day was repeated. How many clothes do girls have? This is really a century-old mystery.
Wen Qiong smiled and revealed two dimples: "I don't like to dress up on weekdays, and I don't have many clothes. When I went out, I only brought about 1,800 sets of clothes."
Du Heng almost slipped and fell flat on his face. How dare a female cultivator who owns 1,800 sets of clothes say that she doesn't like to dress up? Kneel down.
Du Heng walked into the spiritual field. The land that had been turned over yesterday was full of vitality. Standing in the spiritual field, Du Heng could feel the spiritual energy from the life that could break out of the soil at any time.
Wen Qiong sat down on the ridge of the field and patted the ridge beside her: "Come, disciple, sit here. Master, I want to talk to you about the precautions for your practice."
Du Heng sat down next to Wen Qiong obediently. Wen Qiong stared at the ground in front of her. She said crisply, "You used to be a disciple of Medicine King Valley, and you are also a cultivator with wood spiritual roots. You should know the mutual generation and mutual restraint of the five elements, right?"
Du Heng nodded: "I know."
Wen Qiong said: "Besides the wood spiritual energy, what are the other two spiritual energies that wood spiritual root cultivators are closest to? Tell me."
Wen Qiong's expression reminded Du Heng of his high school math teacher. Every time he was called out by the math teacher in this tone, it was bound to be bad. However, Du Heng thought about it calmly. According to the principle of the five elements, the closest to wood are water and fire.
Du Heng said, "Is it water aura and fire aura?" After saying that, he looked at Wen Qiong with expectant eyes and a flattering smile on his face.
Wen Qiong showed her little white teeth: "Oh, isn't the basic theory very bad? You actually know the order of the five elements, not bad. Then if you encounter an emergency and you are short of wood spirit energy, and you can only use the other two kinds of spirit energy to save your life, would you choose water spirit energy and fire spirit energy?"
Du Heng was stumped by this question: "This... Aren't water and fire incompatible?"
Wen Qiong nodded and said, "I'm not that stupid. The Five Elements refer to the law of the five elements of nature growing and declining. Many cultivators believe that the spiritual energy that grows together can help them practice, but they don't know that some spiritual energy that grows together can weaken their strength."
Wen Qiong said: "For example, if you are a cultivator with wood spiritual roots and you encounter a cultivator with fire spiritual roots in actual combat, not only will you not be able to use the fire spirit, but you will also be burned by the opponent's flames."
Du Heng was a little confused: "Master, why are we starting the lesson from the mutual generation and mutual restraint of the five elements? Aren't we going to talk about using spiritual energy to temper the body?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Du Heng felt his head buzzing. He cried out "ouch" and touched his head. It seemed like he was attacked by something just now! There was a bump on his forehead!
Wen Qiong smiled a little grimly: "When I am teaching, I hope my disciples can be quiet. I am a reasonable person and I usually convince others with virtue."
Du Heng knelt down on the ridge of the field and said, "Master, please speak."
Wen Qiong said seriously, "The spiritual energy in the world of cultivation is mottled. Just because you are a cultivator with wood spiritual roots doesn't mean that all the spiritual energy you absorb is wood spiritual energy. The spiritual energy you absorb is mixed with the other four types of spiritual energy, and there are even some more exotic spiritual energies. What I want to teach you is that you should not be picky. Every kind of spiritual energy you absorb into your body is useful. There is no need to spend a lot of time and energy like other cultivators to remove the mottled spiritual energy in your body."
Du Heng nodded: "Yes!"
Wen Qiong asked another question: "Did you read the mental method I gave you yesterday?"
Du Heng showed a bitter look on his face: "I read it, but didn't understand it." All he saw was ancient Chinese, and Du Heng had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat and couldn't understand it at all.
Wen Qiong said: "It's okay if you don't understand. Let's take it slowly. Come, follow me to circulate the spiritual energy in your body for a circle."
Watching Du Heng breathing in and out spiritual energy on the ridge of the field, Feng Gui asked Jing Nan with his hands in his pockets, "Can Wen Qiong's skills really be used?"
Jing Nan said: "We all have natural spiritual roots, and our cultivation methods are not suitable for Du Heng. If there is anyone in the world who can show Du Heng the origin of cultivation, it is only Wen Qiong. Only she has cultivated the five elements of spiritual roots to a balanced state. The mental method she created is suitable for cultivators of all spiritual roots to practice."
Xuan Yu also said slowly: "She also said that she wanted to help Du Heng find a path suitable for his cultivation, rather than restricting him on which path to take."
From the spiritual energy absorbed by Wen Qiong and Du Heng, it can be seen that a spiritual energy vortex has appeared around Wen Qiong, and the five elements of spiritual energy are all in it. Du Heng, who is sitting next to her, is like a picky eater. Out of instinct, he absorbs the most from the wood spiritual root, followed by the water spiritual energy and the earth spiritual energy.
Feng Gui said: "Water gives birth to wood and wood overcomes earth. He is good at picking spiritual energy."
Unconsciously, Wen Qiong stopped absorbing spiritual energy. She stood beside Du Heng and looked at him with complicated eyes.
Wen Qiong absorbed a lot of spiritual energy and gathered it above the spiritual field. This spiritual energy was enough for Du Heng to practice now. Du Heng's absorption of spiritual energy was not fast, and it would probably take a while for him to wake up.
Wen Qiong smiled bitterly and said to the three demon cultivators: "I really envy the cultivators with a single spiritual root. They can't even begin to understand the suffering I've gone through."
The demon cultivators soon understood what Wen Qiong was talking about. She was born with five spiritual roots, which were recognized as useless spiritual roots by all cultivation sects. It was really difficult to cultivate five spiritual roots together and make balanced progress. Spiritual roots were strong or weak, so it was inevitable that some would grow while others would decline.
Every time Wen Qiong tempered her spirit body in the early stage of foundation building, it was a fierce battle for her. The spiritual energy in her body that was mutually reinforcing and restraining made her suffer enough. Sometimes, if she accidentally absorbed too much of a certain kind of spiritual energy, her five internal organs would be turned upside down and she would feel extremely painful.
If you could enter Wen Qiong's body and take a look at her spiritual veins, you would find that her spiritual veins are like a copper wall, with colorful spiritual lights flashing on them. These are the spiritual veins she has trained through body tempering. They look magnificent, but in fact every inch of them is built by Wen Qiong's blood and sweat.
Looking at Du Heng again, the spiritual veins in Du Heng's body are as green as newly sprouted buds. Most of his spiritual veins are green spiritual energy, with only a small amount of earth spiritual energy and water spiritual energy.
What do plants need to grow? They need sunlight, rain, and soil. Of the three kinds of spiritual energy that Du Heng absorbed, water spiritual energy can assist wood spiritual energy, and when wood spiritual energy becomes strong, it can restrain earth spiritual energy.
Du Heng could not feel the pain of the five elements that Wen Qiong experienced. The pain of the meridians being impacted by spiritual energy and becoming solid was also far less than what Wen Qiong had experienced back then.
Wen Qiong could only sigh that they were indeed cultivators with a single spiritual root, and that Heaven was truly too kind to them.
At first, when Du Heng absorbed the spiritual energy and let it flow through his spiritual veins, he felt it was quite smooth, but later he felt his body getting heavier and heavier, as if the spiritual energy was stuck and could no longer move. When the spiritual energy was stuck, Du Heng felt his meridians were sore and swollen, and he felt his joints were stiff.
He opened his eyes and looked at Wen Qiong: "Master, I can't seem to absorb it anymore."
Wen Qiong said slowly: "It's okay, absorbing this much should be enough. Now Master will teach you how to compress your spiritual energy and make it more condensed."
Du Heng was shocked: "More compression?"
Isn't it using spiritual energy to impact the spiritual veins, making them stronger and wider?
Wen Qiong said: "The body of a cultivator is a vessel for storing spiritual energy. The spiritual roots determine the types of spiritual energy that can be stored, and the grade determines how much spiritual energy can be stored. The spiritual energy absorbed into the body is scattered at first, and you need to use your own strength to compress and store it so that it can be used by you."
Wen Qiong gave an example: "The spiritual energy you are inhaling now is like flour scattered in the air. Whether it turns into rice cake or rice cake in your body depends on you. Now we are going to enter the most important part of today - spiritual energy body tempering."
Du Heng was shocked. So what he said before was just a prelude? Wen Qiong actually used sponge cake and rice cake as examples. It was really easy to understand.
As Wen Qiong said, tempering the body with spiritual energy is a very painful process. What is more painful than the pain of tempering the body with spiritual energy is that Du Heng discovered a tragic fact.
That is his master, who actually has a bad temper.
Veins popped out of Wen Qiong's head. "How many times have I told you that the spiritual energy must be compressed in the Dantian! Where is the Dantian?! Three inches below the navel! In the future, your golden elixir will be formed here... Hey, I have a bad temper, and you are getting a stitch in the side!!"
Du Heng felt aggrieved. It was the first day of physical training, so how could he know the name of every class?
After being beaten by Wen Qiong several times, Du Heng gathered the spiritual energy in his body to the Dantian. At this time, the endless life technique taught by Wen Qiong really came into play. As he chanted the formula, the spiritual energy in his Dantian quickly rotated. He could feel a stream of spiritual energy appearing in his Dantian, which drove the spiritual energy he inhaled to continuously compress.
Before, he thought that his body could no longer absorb spiritual energy, but after the magic began to work, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth continued to flow into his body.
The scattered spiritual energy in Dantian gradually changed. It did become more condensed. Du Heng could feel that the spiritual energy compressed by the magic was very different from the spiritual energy he absorbed. How to describe this feeling? Du Heng couldn't think of a suitable word to describe it for the time being.
As he continued to absorb spiritual energy, some dark dirt was discharged from his body through his pores. The dirt smelled bad, and Wen Qiong ran away when she saw the dirt coming out.
The worst one was Xiaoxiao. He was eating garlic pancakes and when he saw the black and smelly Du Heng, he vomited.
Du Heng practiced his mental skills for most of the day, and when he woke up, he felt that he had never been so clear-headed. He wanted to wipe his face, but ended up wiping off a hand full of black.
Du Heng jumped up with a cry: "Who threw shit on me while I was meditating! Ugh—"
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No one has the time to do such a dirty thing. After Du Heng figured out the reason, he wished he could drown himself in the spiritual spring.
He was too ashamed to see anyone, really. His body was that of a disciple in the Foundation Establishment Stage after all, so how could it be so dirty?
Have you eaten too much meat and fish recently? Is there too much dirt accumulated in your body?
Du Heng wiped the soap on himself in despair with tears in his eyes: "I am so dirty..."
Xuan Yu squatted beside the bathhouse to comfort him: "It is a good thing to expel the impurities in your body during the body tempering. There is nothing to be ashamed of. This situation will be much better after you form the elixir."
Du Heng rubbed the bath beans three times and asked Xuan Yu to use the cleansing technique for him five times before he climbed out of the spiritual spring. If it were his nature, he would have found a corner where no one was, but there was no time for him to be sad.
Wen Qiong stood at the gate of the courtyard: "Du Heng, it's time to temper your body today. Come on! Try to last two incense sticks."
Du Heng said listlessly: "I only lasted for one stick of incense yesterday!"
Wen Qiong said with a smile: "Come on!"
As soon as Du Heng entered the bamboo forest, he saw the shadows of bamboos and heard the cold wind. Du Heng didn't care about the sadness of the past and the autumn. He used all his strength to dodge the bamboos. But it was so strange, he could predict where the bamboos would fall, but he couldn't avoid them!
In the end, Du Heng didn't last longer than a stick of incense. He fell in the bamboo forest with a bruised face and nose.
Wen Qiong squatted beside him with regret: "Have I ever told you before that Peizhu's attack can be adjusted according to a person's cultivation? Even if you predict Zhuzi's next move, but you are too slow, you are doomed to be unable to dodge it."
Wen Qiong patted Du Heng's shoulder earnestly, but she could only pat him lightly because half of Du Heng's ribs were broken. Wen Qiong said, "Young man, come on!"
A month later, Du Heng was dragged out of the bamboo forest by Wen Qiong again. Du Heng looked at the swaying bamboo shadows above his head and shed sad tears: "I am so stupid...really..."
Du Heng, who had taken the elixir and taken a bath, sat in a chair in the living room with no interest. When Jing Nan and the others came in, he was happy: "Hey, you are in good shape today. You didn't even lie down on the bed."
Du Heng didn't want to talk. He felt like he had lost all his dignity and face.
Wen Qiong put his hands in his pockets and comforted him with experience: "Hey, what's the big deal? It's just that you didn't meet your expectations. Is it necessary to be so depressed? Look, you are even more delicate than the little girl in our sect. How can you survive in the long run?"
Wen Qiong sighed and said, "If you are really upset, I will allow you to cry for an hour. Do you want us to go away and let you cry?"
Du Heng was extremely helpless: "Master, I'm not that squeamish. I just don't want to talk."
Wen Qiong sighed, "It's really good to be a cultivator with a single spiritual root. One day's cultivation is equivalent to a month or even several years of cultivation for other spiritual root cultivators. He still feels wronged."
When Wen Qiong said this, Du Heng's eyes widened immediately: "Master, are you telling the truth?"
Can one month of his practice be equivalent to one month of practice by other cultivators with different spiritual roots?
Wen Qiong said seriously, "Let's not talk about others, just take me for example, do you know how long it took me to see the spiritual energy ring in my Dantian for the first time after I established my foundation?"
Du Heng shook his head: "How long?"
Wen Qiong said, "It took me five years and three months. At that time, there was a cultivator like you in my sect. He completed my five years of cultivation in just one day. Compared to me, you should just be happy."
Du Heng blinked and said, "Master, how did your fellow disciples become?"
Wen Qiong thought for a moment and said, "He must have been dead for many years. I can't even find his grave."
Du Heng was dumbfounded: ...
Wen Qiong said calmly: "Du Heng, the path of cultivation is never an easy one. If you are sad and want to die for a little face and self-esteem, I advise you not to waste your time and energy and give up early, because you will encounter more difficult things in the future. Some things can crush your self-esteem and make you live without face."
Wen Qiong held the tea and said, "Which cultivator who survived didn't have wounds all over his body? Reputation is always earned by oneself, not given by others. If you still want to practice, you'd better give up those fancy ideas and always remember what your original intention of wanting to practice is."
Du Heng looked a little anxious, and he said hesitantly, "Master, you are right. I know I was wrong."
Wen Qiong sighed: "It's good that you admit your mistakes. Instead of spending your time feeling sad, you should think about what to eat tonight. We didn't have lunch. Hurry up and make something delicious to reward us!"
Feng Gui was ordering the menu again: "I want spicy food!" Jing Nan smiled and said: "I don't have any requirements, as long as it's not too spicy."
Du Heng struggled to get up. His leg bones were broken by the bamboo and were recovering. He felt a little sore when he walked. Du Heng thought for a moment and said, "How about eating fish and prawns today?"
Xiaoxiao was the first to respond: "Chirp!!" He wanted to eat the shrimp heads! He didn't get to eat the shrimp heads that Du Heng fried on New Year's Eve, so he wanted to eat a whole plate of them!
The night-light pearls in the kitchen lit up again. The days in early spring were shorter than the nights, but as summer slowly approached, the days would become longer.
Du Heng took out a big fish from his storage bag. How big was the fish? The head of the fish was placed in the pool and the tail was hanging outside the pool. Du Heng estimated that the fish weighed ten catties. That's right, the ten catties he mentioned were catties in the demon world.
This is a bighead carp, or what Du Heng calls a silver carp in his hometown. Du Heng didn't know how it got to his house among a group of sea fish. If he hadn't seen the familiar fish tail when he was looking for prawns, he would have thought that Yunyanlou packed all the seafood.
Du Heng looked at the fat fish head and began to arrange the menu: "Fish head tofu soup? Boiled fish?"
This one fish is enough for everyone to eat, right? Does he want to make shrimps?
Xiaoxiao made the choice for Du Heng. He took out the storage bag of shrimp from the refrigerator and said, "Chirp!"
Please be sure to arrange the braised prawns, otherwise Xiaoxiao will not be able to sleep tonight.
Xuan Yu was given the task of killing the fish. Du Heng made a gesture with a knife five inches behind the fish head and said, "Help me chop it from here, and then split the fish head."
Xuan Yu carried the fish and went to the yard. Wen Qiong was amazed at the back: "Master Xuan is really capable."
Du Heng was happily cleaning the shrimp brains and shrimp threads: "Yes, Xuan Yu is so capable! Who knows whose daughter he will marry in the future."
This time Du Heng did not plan to peel the shrimp. After removing the shrimp thread, he placed the shrimp on the chopping board and cut the back of the shrimp with the knife sideways. When Du Heng finished cleaning the shrimp, Xuan Yu also came in with a basket containing fish heads and fish meat.
There were only two pots at home, one for cooking rice, and the other for cooking three dishes, which was a bit crowded. But Du Heng was not worried, because he still had a clay pot! The clay pot fish head tofu soup was particularly delicious and was a specialty in their hometown.
Du Heng put the processed shrimps in a bowl, added shredded ginger and cooking wine to remove the fishy smell. After marinating for a stick of incense, the prawns can be coated with starch and fried in a pan!
While the shrimps were being marinated, Du Heng placed the big fish head in a large wooden basin. The big fish head was bigger than Du Heng's head, and after cutting it open, he could see the jelly-like brain inside. The freshly killed silver carp head was the most delicious for making soup, but it was a pity that there was not enough time, otherwise he could make a pot of fish and mutton, and I guarantee Xiaoxiao would drink up all the soup.
Du Heng smeared a layer of white wine and shredded ginger on the inside and outside of the cut fish head for marinating, and he also smeared a little salt on the inside.
The remaining fish body was placed in the basket, looking particularly domineering. Du Heng looked at the fish body and asked Feng Gui: "Feng Gui, do you want to eat fish fillets or fish balls?"
Feng Daxianer didn't even raise his head: "Both." He never made a choice.
Du Heng scratched his hair and said to Xuan Yu, "Xuan Yu, can you slice the fish meat into fillets? Make the fillets as thin as possible."
Xuan Yu nodded: "Okay."
Xuan Yu was really good at using a knife. The heavy kitchen knife in his hand was faster than a sharp dagger. With a flick of his hand, the fish body was split in half horizontally from the middle.
Du Heng was mumbling about the precautions: "Shave out the big bone in the middle and put it in the boiling fish pot later. Don't throw away the fish tail and fins, I love to eat them. Remove the black film in the fish belly and take out the part with fish bones. Cut the remaining meat with a slanting knife on one side and scrape it into fish paste with a slanting knife on the other side."
Xuan Yu had a smile on his face. Every time Du Heng mentioned some precautions, he nodded and agreed.
Jing Nan said in a sly tone, "Du Heng, do you know that you and our Xiaoyu feel like an old married couple?"
Du Heng, who was standing next to Xuan Yu, turned around in confusion: "What?"
Watching Xuan Yu use the knife is a feast for the eyes. Under his knife, the body of the silver carp is quickly turned into a bowl of fish slices. The fish slices cut by Xuan Yu are so thin that light can pass through. This kind of fish slices must be very delicious when made into boiled fish after being slightly marinated.
At this moment, Xuan Yu was scraping the fish paste. The fish flesh without the skin was pink in color. Xuan Yu started scraping from the position where the fish head was originally. When he finished scraping, a layer of fish paste appeared on the back.
Du Heng smiled and said, "Just scrape it like this. If you scrape a fish bone, just take it out directly."
As a result, a light flashed in Xuan Yu's hand, and the salt and pepper in the fish meat popped out and fell into a neat pile next to the chopping board.
Du Heng clapped his hands: "Awesome!" The difference in cultivation between him and Xuan Yu was probably as big as a galaxy.
Xuan Yu scraped his fish paste while Du Heng started to add soybean oil to the pan. When the soybean oil in the pan started to heat up, Du Heng grabbed the two sides of the separated fish head and slid the fish head along the edge of the pan to the bottom of the pan. He fried the outside of the fish head first.
The big fish head took up half of the pot. Du Heng asked Xuan Yu, "Xuan Yu, Xuan Yu, can our casserole hold such a big fish head?"
Xuan Yu thought for a moment and said, "It shouldn't be a problem. I'll go and carve a formation."
Hearing this, Du Heng started to fry the fish head with confidence. After a while, Du Heng turned the fish head over. The fish head was too big, so it was very difficult to turn it over. Fortunately, Du Heng was lucky and the outer skin of the fish was not damaged at all.
He began to pour cooking wine along the edge of the pot, and then carefully pushed the fish head to fry in the cooking wine and oil. The fish head sizzled in the pot, looking particularly domineering.
Du Heng found the casserole. He looked at the casserole and then at the fish head in the pot: "Wow, I haven't eaten such a big fish head in a long time."
Xuan Yu took the casserole, and a light flashed in his hand. After a while, he returned the casserole to Du Heng: "Okay."
Du Heng scooped up the fish head and put it in the casserole. The fish head was so big that he had to divide it into two halves and stack them together.
The stove under the eaves was already lit, and Du Heng placed the clay pot on the stove and added boiling water. The boiling water covered the fish head, and a golden oil flower appeared on the soup. Du Heng added a little ginger to the soup and then pulled a handful of scallions and made a knot of scallions and put it in the pot.
He covered the pot and ignored what was inside. Fish heads need to be cooked over high heat to produce a milky white soup.
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