This blood rice field is a square rice field with a length and width of about fifty meters. It seems to be very large, but in fact the yield is not very high, and the rice ears are not much when gathered.

After all, this thing is not a hybrid rice. There may even be dozens of rice grains on one blood rice plant.

In addition, the school uniforms and jackets were all loose sportswear, so the teenagers packed them with four pieces of school uniform, filled their trouser pockets, and then plundered the entire field of rice ears.

Nothing is wasted at all.

"Come on, let's go eat!"

Ji Ruo said happily.

He finally discovered that the [Absolute Sense of Direction] trait he had acquired before was a magical skill!

Encountering this bloody rice field may not be a coincidence, but Ji Ruo's strong desire to eat was subtly corrected by his [Absolute Sense of Direction].

After all, Ji Ruo has always been leading the way, which can basically rule out other people's luck. And Ji Ruo's luck... To be honest, he has never even won the "one more bottle" a few times in his past life.

After a while, several people came to a small hill 800 meters away. The terrain here was open and rarely covered by vegetation, but there was a depression on the top of the mountain, and a part of the mountain wall on one side even extended to cover it.

In the center of the depression, there is a small spring, which is simply a natural camping site.

Liang Shixian sighed with emotion: "If nothing else, I admire your ability to lead the way, Ji Ruo."

Ji Ruo grinned: "I am a gold medal tour guide, where am I going?"

Liang Shixian was happy: "You said you were fat and you still got asthma?"

Several people were squatting by the spring, scrubbing the bloody rice and performing a simple shelling process.

Because of the lack of tools, several people just rubbed it with their hands. Fortunately, the blood rice grains were larger than ordinary rice grains. Although it was a bit troublesome, it was acceptable.

What's more, this blood rice is also very beneficial to martial arts practice, and everyone feels happy.

As night fell, several people rubbed the food from dusk until late at night, with stars in their eyes because of hunger. Finally, they had enough food for a meal. The fingers of the teenagers were all stained with a blood-red color that was difficult to wash off for a while.

Then, they encountered new problems.

"How to cook this? Eat it raw?" Liu Neng asked a little embarrassed.

Liang Shixian also encountered difficulties.

They have no pot!

Moreover, this is the top of the mountain, so it is not suitable for making a fire.

Generally speaking, a campfire must be lit when camping in the wild to effectively avoid wild beasts.

But it's different in the secret realm. There are all kinds of monsters or monsters here, many of which are not actually afraid of fire. Lighting a fire at night may have a certain expulsion effect, but it may also cause danger.

Ji Ruo thought for a while, gathered the processed blood rice in front of him, put his hand in, and could barely cover his palm.

"Don't worry, I have a solution."

"any solution?"

"I can fry rice." Ji Ruo said mysteriously.

"???"

Without a pot or fire, what kind of rice are you cooking?

Then several people saw Ji Ruo insert his hands into the prepared blood rice and start stir-frying.

Several people:"???"

Liang Shixian and others were stunned on the spot when they saw the red glow on Ji Ruo's palms.

Iron sand palm, this is how it is used?!

"You young people, who are usually spoiled and pampered, can't even cook rice in the wild. This is not good." Ji Ruo said while quickly stir-frying the blood rice in front of him with his palms.

At first glance, it seems that Ji Ruo is using iron sand palm to force-fry rice, but in fact, he is practicing iron sand palm.

I don't know if it's because the quality of blood rice is higher than that of ordinary rice, but Ji Ruo was surprised to find that he could gain a little proficiency every time he stir-fried it.

This is much faster than the previous ten days of speculation to gain a little proficiency!

Then Liang Shixian and others saw that as they stir-fried, the red color of Ji Ruo's palms became darker and darker, and the surrounding temperature also slowly increased.

They are all confused. Even if you use iron sand palm to fry rice, why do you feel like you are still controlling the heat?

Do you really want to fry these blood rice with iron sand palm?

However, what they didn't know was that Ji Ruo was not controlling the heat, but actually improving.

Iron Sand Palm, which was originally at the entry-level level, has gained a lot of proficiency with Ji Ruo's high-speed stir-fry, and has broken through to the level of mastery...

And Ji Ruo also discovered that the Iron Sand Palm he cultivated through the system seemed a little different from the conventional Iron Sand Palm. His Iron Sand Palm seemed to have a setting for frying raw rice into cooked rice...

In the confused eyes of several people, the aroma with a faint fishy and sweet smell slowly penetrated into everyone's nose. The originally slightly hard blood rice was gradually softening, and the grains became fuller and crystal clear...

...

How come this is really cooked?

Iron Sand Palm, can it still be used like this?

"When the martial arts exam is over, I will also learn Iron Sand Palm." Zhang Quan muttered in a low voice.

Liu Neng was convinced: "I also want to learn."

Liang Shixian held the bloody rice cooked by Ji Ruo and fell into deep thought.

He always felt that something was wrong - no matter it was in the textbook, the teacher's instructions, or the description of the iron sand palm martial arts on the Internet, it seemed that it could be used to fry rice?

"Ji Ruo, this..."

"Don't ask, asking means development." Ji Ruo said cheerfully.

He knew what Liang Shixian wanted to ask. This was a tacit understanding between fellow top students.

"All right."

Liang Shixian sighed. Although he was very confused, it was never good to inquire about other people's secrets.

"Eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it cools down."

Ji Ruo said, without being particular about it, he just grabbed a handful of bloody rice and stuffed it into his mouth.

The other three also followed suit, not caring about their image or the dust on the bloody rice.

On the one hand, they were really hungry, and on the other hand, although they were all only high school students, they were all warrior reserves after all, and they still had some ability to withstand pressure.

Those who practice martial arts are not pretentious people.

"Hiccup~ Comfortable!"

The bloody rice was divided up by several people. Ji Ruo rubbed his belly and leaned against the mountain wall, feeling the warmth surging in his stomach and slowly blending into his limbs.

Although he has not eaten meat, his energy and blood are already full, even stronger than before, and Ji Ruo's face is full of contentment.

After resting for a while, Ji Ruo got up and started practicing martial arts.

Basic body skills, basic boxing skills, basic kick skills... practice one by one.

Although these basic martial arts skills taught in high schools have no special effects, they can relax muscles and muscles, strengthen muscles and bones, and assist digestion...

With practice, the blood rice in Ji Ruo's belly was digested, and the warm current turned into hot current, causing a faint mist to rise above Ji Ruo's head.

The ‘Martial Apprentice Level Experience Medicine’ was well-deserved. After taking a meal, Ji Ruo felt that his sixth-level martial arts disciple’s strength was slowly improving.

And the remaining blood rice is enough for one or two days.

It's just that the area of ​​​​the mountain col is not very large, so it is difficult for Ji Ruo to practice martial arts.

The night is getting darker.

After exercising their muscles, the few people assigned the order of the night watch and planned to rest.

However, at this moment——

"Damn it! Who did this!"

A sudden shrill scream from a distance startled several people. Ji Ruo looked towards the direction of the sound. It seemed that it was coming from the blood rice field...

It's 800 meters away and you can still hear it. How loud does it have to be? It's an imported voice, right?

"Where's my blood rice! Here's a piece of blood rice as big as mine! Wuwuwuwu..."

The owner of the shrill cry could not bear the blow and cried loudly.

Ji Ruo even wondered if this guy had mastered some kind of sonic martial arts. He was the first to attack someone eight hundred meters away, so he was extremely powerful.

Ji Ruo happily said to several people: "Look, what I said is right, right? We leave the rice straw to others. If they find out, they will definitely be moved to tears."

Several people:"???"

Are you so moved?

Liang Shixian resisted his strong desire to complain and asked a few people to hide under the protruding mountain wall, hiding in the shadow of the mountain wall to hide their figures.

The widely spread miserable screams startled a large number of forest birds. Guys who disturb people's dreams are not welcome anywhere. Some monsters and monsters with strong tempers were immediately enraged and screamed at them.

The sound comes from the place where it gathers and goes away.
To be continued...