July 20th, the eighth year of the Xuanli calendar, is an important day recorded in the history of Xishan's development.
At dawn, Fu Xiaoguan was doing morning exercises in the West Mountain Villa when Wang Qiang rushed in.
"Master, Master, my father found the kind of... barnyard grass you mentioned!"
"really?"
Fu Xiaoguan stopped his morning exercise and felt suddenly happy.
"It should be. Master, do you want to go and have a look?"
"Walk!"
"Hey, hey, hey, young master, you haven't eaten yet!" Chunxiu shouted from behind.
"No more."
Chunxiu stamped her feet and ran out.
Su Mo frowned and ran out as well.
Yi Yu didn't understand what was going on. Seeing the young master running very fast after Wang Qiang, he thought something big had happened, so he ran out too.
This time they ran quite far. Chunxiu and Yi Yu were so tired that they were gasping for breath and could only barely keep up. Wang Qiang, Fu Xiaoguan and Su Mo had no problem of course. They ran all the way to the edge of the field.
Wang Er was squatting in the field, not daring to move, as if he was protecting a precious treasure.
Fu Xiaoguan took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trouser legs, and went to the fields.
Su Mo was stunned again, and Chunxiu and Yi Yu who were following behind him were even more surprised.
"Master, no!"
Fu Xiaoguan ignored him. The rice fields had already been harvested. He waded through the faint spacing between the rows and came to Wang Er.
"Master, take a look at this one."
Although Wang Er was surprised that the young master went to the fields, it was just a thought, because in order to verify this thing, he must go to the fields. He couldn't just pull it up and send it to the shore.
Fu Xiaoguan squatted down and identified it carefully.
This one is indeed different. Rice is hermaphroditic, and the two types of flowers on the same plant bloom at the same time, but this one is not like that. Only half of its flowers have bloomed.
Fu Xiaoguan confirmed that this was the male sterile plant he was looking for. He was delighted and said to Wang Er and Wang Qiang, "That's it! Make a mark here, or pull out all the rice within two feet of this area."
"Remember the next two things."
"Master's orders."
"First, you must take good care of it, especially in extreme weather. All the rice in the field may die, but this one plant must not fail no matter what."
"Secondly, it can't pollinate itself. It needs to be pollinated manually, that's it..."
Fu Xiaoguan pulled up a rice plant nearby and carefully shook the pollen from the stamens into the already blooming stamens of the rice plant.
"This job requires meticulous work. There aren't many flowers, but we need to ensure that every stamen is pollinated."
Wang Er and Wang Qiang nodded cautiously. Although they had no idea what this was about, they could see that the young master was so serious about it, and they felt that it must be something precious.
"Persist in pollinating it daily until the flowers wither. Fertilize it individually, but don't be too heavy, just a couple of points more than usual. Also, just one plant isn't enough. Find more, and try to get as many as you can. Follow my method, and you'll have accomplished a great feat!"
"Okay, I'll mark this. Wang Qiang, you'll guard this spot for me. If it's windy, you'll hold me up. If it rains, you'll shield me. If anything goes wrong, I'll beat you to death, you son of a bitch."
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Fu Xiaoguan walked up the ridge of the field, his legs covered in mud.
"Master, how could you do this?" Chunxiu stamped her feet, "Come here and wash up."
Fu Xiaoguan sat by a puddle as if nothing had happened, washed his feet and hung them on the stone to dry. Seeing Wang Qiang squatting there obediently, he laughed.
"I'm not that delicate, I'm just a little lazy. Let's go back."
Fu Xiaoguan's trouser legs were still rolled up. Although he had on shoes and looked a little funny, Su Mo once again updated his opinion of Fu Xiaoguan.
He went down to the field without hesitation and tinkered with the farmer for a long time. Although Su Mo didn't know what he was doing, he always felt that he looked very powerful - after all, this guy was the son of a big landlord. How many sons in the world could go to the fields like him?
Although the Yu Dynasty emphasized agriculture, it focused on agricultural output rather than the farmers who worked in the fields.
Those young masters were not concerned about the farmers, but about pretending to be elegant, drinking and singing, paying a lot of money for the smile of the courtesan, etc.
In such an environment, Fu Xiaoguan becomes even more unique.
Fu Xiaoguan had no such idea. He went back to the backyard, took a shower, had breakfast, and then lay down in a deck chair to read a book.
What we are looking at is the Tiyunzong, the legendary light skill.
It is still a very thin book, which mainly talks about how to use internal force, how the body coordinates internal force to perform movements, etc.
Fu Xiaoguan finished reading it quickly, took note of it, simulated it several times in his mind, and then began to meditate and practice internal skills.
Without internal energy, you can't fly with this light skill.
It's just like a plane can't fly without oil. It's the same principle.
An hour later, he had completed nine cycles of internal energy—although he still felt no energy in his dantian. Su Mo walked over and said, "Your boxing skills might be impressive, but they'll be useless against a bandit master."
"I have no other choice. Is there any shortcut to this inner strength?"
"No." Su Mo immediately dismissed Fu Xiaoguan's idea. "I'll teach you a set of sword techniques."
This is possible.
"This sword technique is called the Thirteen Swords of Quanzhen, and it is a top-notch sword technique in the Taoist Academy. Remember, it must never be passed on to others."
"You didn't pass it on to me?"
"I'm afraid you'll be killed!"
"I don't have any enemies."
"hehe."
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"The basic principles of sword training: one eye, two hands, three body, four steps."
“…”
"The way of the sword is entirely dependent on the spirit. When the spirit is sufficient, the way is achieved."
"Refine the essence into Qi, refine the Qi into spirit, refine the spirit into the Dao, and the sword and spirit become one. This is the shortcut..."
Su Mo danced with the sword as he spoke. In order to make it clear to Fu Xiaoguan, he moved the sword very slowly and did not use any internal force or lightness skills.
Fu Xiaoguan watched very seriously. He memorized the key points of the sword techniques that Su Mo said, while staring at the movement of the sword intently. He felt that this martial art was really mysterious.
Su Mo spent an hour explaining to him the essentials of the Quanzhen Thirteen Swords, and then Fu Xiaoguan awkwardly discovered that he had no sword.
"A swordsman must have his own sword. Only by knowing his own sword well can he wield it with ease and without hindrance."
Su Mo threw his sword to Fu Xiaoguan, who played with the sword with great excitement.
Every move and every style was very precise... Su Mo closed his eyes and suddenly felt that he had made a wrong decision. This guy's sword was just like his handwriting, so ugly that it could not be described.
Fu Xiaoguan didn't think so. He was extremely interested and made sounds of humming and hawing. As he jumped and chopped, green leaves fell to the ground.
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