My Cold And Beautiful Wife Chapter 958

Chicken Eating

"Clang!"

With a loud crash, many fragments of the rock were struck and the sword was stabbed into it as well.

However, such destructive power was far from what it had been before.

Be it in terms of power, speed, control, or anything else, they were all too weak to be of any use in actual combat.

Ye Fan wasn't too disappointed. This kind of result was normal. If he could master the Imperial Sword Technique all of a sudden, then no one in Mount Shu would have truly learned it in the past thousands of years.

In terms of pure practice, Ye Fan had always been very patient, and also very persevering. Otherwise, he wouldn't have wasted his internal energy, and within three years, he would have immediately risen to an extremely high level.

He had been able to practice this set of boring movements for so long without giving up. Thus, he was not frustrated by the fact that there were actually a lot of fun in practicing the Imperial Sword Technique.

Therefore, Ye Fan began summoning his sword intent nonstop, and started to control the sword to dance around, and practice the Imperial Sword Technique with kowtows and kowtows. "Rawrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

One day pa.s.sed after this round of practice, but Ye Fan didn't feel tired at all, instead, he felt happy about the gradually stabilizing control of his flying sword.

Ye Fan didn't care about the dark night, and continued to practice the Imperial Sword Technique. In his mind, he kept thinking about how the sword marks on the wall were caused by controlling it.

Only, Ye Fan discovered that if he wanted to imitate that kind of sword mark, his own level was far from enough. The sword could not do such complicated changes, and furthermore, it also had such power.

As a result, Ye Fan calmed down, and began to practice stabilizing his flying sword during the latter half of the night.

From the initial wobble to the noon of the next day, the flying speed of the sword had become relatively stable.

However, Ye Fan found even more problems...

When he held the sword in his hand, he could very easily make various changes to the sword, and he could also control the sword intent with ease.

However, once he used the Imperial Sword Technique, it meant that his sword intent had been restrained. It had become a method of controlling the sword, and he could no longer freely display the sword intent in his own heart.

To put it bluntly, in the process of sword kinesis, the sword had become an obstacle, not a helper.

If the flying sword could not interpret the sword intent, then what use would it have? The power was not even as strong as the sword intent!

"It's so strange, if the Sword Intent Imperial Sword Technique had such an effect, wouldn't that be a contradiction …?" This senior, exactly how did he change the sword envoy's location so many times and how did he become so powerful … "

Ye Fan muttered to himself. At this moment, he calmed down and started thinking. Only then did he realize that he was a little hungry.

He might as well go to Mount Shu and eat something. After a while, he would continue to think of a way to deal with the situation.

Ye Fan knew that even if he overdid it, it would still be too late. In the face of such a difficult training problem, he couldn't just keep on wasting time, it would be too easy to get to the bottom of it.

Thus, Ye Fan began moving and quickly sent his men back to Mount Shu.

When Ye Fan went over two hills, he suddenly discovered that in front of him, there was a clearing on the mountainside, there was actually someone there?!

In this wilderness, it was already strange enough for there to be people. But this guy had actually built a stone stove there and set up a rack. He was planning to roast the pheasant to eat?

Ye Fan couldn't help but stop and walk over. He couldn't feel this person's cultivation level as he wore a simple green and grey s.h.i.+rt and light brown linen pants. His casual appearance didn't seem like that of a hunter from the mountains.

The man looked to be in his thirties or forties. His facial features were elegant and refined, with only a few strands of stubble on his face. The only clothing he had was a blue cloth bag slung over his shoulder.

Seeing Ye Fan's appearance, the middle-aged man blinked his eyes, and then smiled and asked: "Little brother, are you here to fight pheasants as well?"

"I was just pa.s.sing by," replied Ye Fan. He looked at the three pheasants that were already tied up and said, "The harvest is not bad. How did you get them?"

"Hehe, practice makes perfect, throwing a rock is enough." The man smiled and asked, "Little brother, have you eaten yet? Would you like to try the roast chicken we made? "

Ye Fan really wanted to eat it. It was much more tasty than the big pot cooked by the Mount Shu Sect.

"There are only three of them. A little less, I'll go and fight a few more." Ye Fan said.

Hearing that, the man hurriedly nodded, "Alright, do you know how to fight? There's no need to wait too long. "

Ye Fan smiled and said, "First kill the chicken and pluck its feathers. I'll be right back."

To Ye Fan, catching a few pheasants was not a problem at all. Not long after, he caught another three and returned to the mountainside.

"So this cloth bag of yours is actually filled with these things?"

Ye Fan saw that the middle-aged man was killing chickens on that side of the stream, and what he took out from his cloth bag was a small kitchen knife and scissors, as well as a few jars of seasonings like salt, pepper, and the like.

"Haha, I like to eat, so when I go out I don't bring anything else, just someone to eat with me." The man stretched out his hand towards Ye Fan, "Little brother, you beat the chicken until it's fat. Come, I'll kill it together with you."

Ye Fan gave the chicken to him, keeping two for himself, and said: "I will also kill two, hurry up."

"You can kill chickens? "Hehe, you're so young, not many can kill chickens." The man laughed.

Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders, "Don't even mention killing chickens, I would kill pigs, sheep, cattle, and so on..." After all, if he were to kill them and slaughter them on the spot, the meat would be fresh and delicious. "

"Right, right, that's the way it should be. I feel that the frozen meat doesn't have any flavors right now. Catching some game and killing yourself to make it, that's the only way it'll smell good."

Ye Fan still felt that this guy was a little strange and asked, "Where is this brother from?" This place is very remote. Normal people wouldn't come here. "

The man smiled and turned around, saying, "My hometown is in Mount Kunlun, a rather desolate place. When my wife left early, I was just strolling around by myself. I won't starve to death outside anyway."

"Oh …" Although Ye Fan still felt that this person was strange, it was useless to pursue the matter any further, so he didn't ask any further.

Very soon, the two of them had killed the chicken and cleaned its internal organs as well.

"Hehe, chicken heart, chicken liver, chicken gizzard, they are all good stuff. Serve them together, sprinkle some salt and pepper, and they'll be ready for eating." The man laughed happily.

Ye Fan also had the same intention and asked, "Chicken, what do you plan to do?"

The man pointed to the seasonings he brought and said, "I'll add salt first and slightly marinate the meat. Then I'll mix it and put it on the stove. While I'm cooking, I'll roast it. When it's done, I'll sprinkle pepper and c.u.min powder."

Ye Fan thought for a moment, then said, "This pheasant is not as bad as the chicken that is reared. The meat is a little bit fishy, so I'm afraid this seasoning alone is not enough."

"Oh... "That makes sense." The man said somewhat worriedly, "It's a pity that Jiang Bai didn't bring …"

"I have a plan." Ye Fan seemed to have thought of something as he clapped, "Wait for me, I will go and come back."

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