bestfiction Chapter 25 Brother Yue
Chapter 25 Brother Yue
Zhong Ming was completely bewildered. He had sensed it while cultivating earlier. The spiritual energy flow channels inside this thing were completely open. If spiritual power was injected into it, wouldn't it just spray out from the other side as soon as it went in?
"Are you even from a proper Taoist temple? Why doesn't your master teach you anything?"
Senior Wang was puzzled. Was his master even human? Didn't he teach him any basic knowledge of the cultivation world?
Even if a spiritual artifact fails to be refined, it is still a magical artifact!
Can you tell the difference? The worst is a magic weapon, then a spiritual weapon, a magic treasure, a spiritual treasure...
"Hey~ Infuse your spiritual energy into it, and those spiritual patterns will absorb your energy and light up. Then you can easily mine! As for how long it will last, that depends on your skills." Senior Wang kept talking.
Neither of them noticed that when the old man suggested mining without infusing spiritual energy, the burly man next door straightened up.
His eyes lit up!
Yes, it's that kind of gaze that has lost its sparkle and fallen into a lifeless state after a long period of monotonous and tedious work, suddenly brightening up in a visible way.
"Um... well..."
"What?" When facing this burly man, the old man was unusually "sparing with words," simply gesturing with his hand to signal the man to pay the rent quickly.
The burly man respectfully handed over ten spirit stones, then turned to Zhong Ming and asked:
"Brother, are you really that strong? I also practice martial arts, I..." The big man scratched his head halfway through his sentence, as if he didn't know how to express himself.
Zhong Ming looked at his burly figure, shirtless and wearing only a pair of shorts, his body covered in muscles, and unconsciously searched his mind for all the strong people he had ever seen.
Ultimately, a conclusion was reached.
Besides Master Bei standing high on the mountain peak, he was the second one, taking the first step towards the towering mountain.
"Fellow Daoist, I am a newcomer here..." Zhong Ming's vocabulary was limited, relying mainly on storytelling and opera singing.
Old Wang glanced at the two things, shook his head, and left.
"Um, fellow Daoist, I'm not very familiar with mining. I see you're paying so many spirit stones at once, you must be quite skilled. Could you perhaps discuss some mining techniques with me?"
"A skilled fighter, I'm definitely a skilled fighter, no, a skilled boxer." The big man clashed his fists together, producing a metallic clang. Upon closer inspection, it turned out he was wearing brass knuckles.
Zhong Ming immediately understood, yet was also somewhat incredulous. He tentatively asked, "Could it be that you cleared the way with your fists?"
"That's right!" The big man patted his chest, extremely proud.
"I don't have any special skills, I just use my fists to clear the way. When I get tired and head back, I'll use the spirit-detecting technique to look for any spirit stones I might have missed on the surrounding rock walls."
Zhong Ming asked tentatively, "If there is..."
"Just take it down with one punch."
.....
Scary~
When Zhong Ming doesn't know what to say, he uses the skills he honed as a mirror polisher to pick up the conversation.
The main method is to exaggerate.
Zhong Ming clasped his hands in a fist salute and replied in a strong voice, "You are truly a hero among men. I observe that you have broad shoulders and a sturdy build, your shoulders seem capable of supporting the heavens, your iron fists possess the strength of more than a thousand pounds, and your appearance... is awe-inspiring..."
The burly man was embarrassed by the string of boastful words pieced together from various storytelling anecdotes.
He grinned foolishly, then realized he hadn't introduced himself yet and quickly said, "My name is Yue Kaishan. Our Yue family lives in Shuangjian Mountain, a little to the south, which is where Emperor Gaozu of Chen split the mountain to open a road."
"Hello, hello! I am a Taoist priest from Maoshan Taoist Temple, my Taoist name is Cuihong Zhenren. It's a pleasure to meet you~"
Zhong Ming wanted to learn how to mine quickly, but he didn't expect this big man to be so enthusiastic. He insisted on going into Zhong Ming's mine tunnel and demonstrating a move right in front of him.
"No, there's nothing inconvenient about it."
Zhong Ming's room was practically empty, so clean it looked like no one was there.
When the big man entered the room and saw the scene, his opinion of Zhong Ming naturally rose significantly.
"I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist Yue... Brother Yue, I have nothing here, nothing to offer you."
The burly man exclaimed, "Hey!"
Zhong Ming thought it was his way of addressing him that was inappropriate, but the other man said, "This is a real tough guy. Don't be like those sissies who just carry around a fan and recite some lousy poems. When they entertain people, they set out a whole table of dishes, each with a little bird feed, which isn't even enough for a single bite. It's so stingy and inconsiderate."
The two passed through the room and entered the mine tunnel, where the lighting stones were left by their predecessors.
"Brother Cuihong, watch closely!"
Yue Kaishan showed no concern about revealing his fist technique. He took a step back with his right foot, lowered his left shoulder, and assumed a fist stance. A faint spiritual energy flowed through his knuckles, and a thin layer of light covered his fists. He suddenly exerted force with both fists and slammed them into the stone wall with a loud "boom," creating a large crater.
Zhong Ming took a step back, but found that there were no broken stones. The stones were like tofu under the influence of spiritual power, and he easily punched them in.
One punch is thrown, and every punch lands.
The rain was torrential, and the wind was fierce.
The puncher was breathing evenly, a smile playing on his lips. He was throwing the punch with no reservations, feeling completely free and unrestrained.
After finishing a set of punches, the mine tunnel was pushed forward several meters.
Zhong Ming was dumbfounded. This was the early stage of Qi Refining?
This! He! Is! In! Early! Stage! Qi Refining!?
At that moment, Zhong Ming felt like a frog in a well, thinking himself superior just because he jumped a little higher.
"Come on, brother, give it a try and let me see what method you're using."
"I... oops, I don't know how. It's my first time digging, let me try first."
Zhong Ming wasn't as reckless as his opponent, so he could only use his spirit-detecting technique on these newly advanced sections of the road, searching up, down, left, and right, and actually found one that was relatively close.
Dig about eight feet to the left of the mine tunnel.
He picked up the bronze hoe and, for the first time, channeled his spiritual power into it along the spiritual patterns. The spiritual energy flowed through the long handle but blossomed at the front of the hoe.
The spiritual energy is slowly starting to deplete, and this feeling is... amazing!
It seems that holding this magical artifact—well, that's what Senior Wang said—it's like you could use it to break through everything.
Zhong Ming swung the hoe with the same force as before, and with a "plop," the entire hoe sank into the ore.
That's too easy, it's way too easy.
It really felt like hoeing the ground; the stone walls were as soft as the soil.
You've used too much strength; you can still hold back a bit.
Because Zhong Ming had never farmed before, his method was clumsy, but his efficiency improved rapidly with continuous practice.
The big man was initially a little confused, but after watching for a while, he was amazed. There was such a magic that made mining faster the more you dug. Wouldn't that mean that as long as the spiritual energy reserves increased, mining would be invincible?
His wife's family sent him here to toughen up his physique, but he still complained bitterly.
What are some good training methods for fighting against rocks?
Looking back today, I was wrong, terribly wrong.
When it comes to mining, there are plenty of power-type miners, whether they are Taoists who cultivate strength techniques or martial artists who follow the path of physical strength, they are all his companions.
He should come and make friends! He should come and observe the methods of other talented and extraordinary people, learn from each other, and exchange experiences.
He actually stuck to his ways and mined alone for so long.
Oh, Grandpa, I misunderstood you!