The sunlight outside the cave penetrated into the cave, illuminating Xuan Ming warmly. At this time, Xuan Ming, who was unable to practice due to hitting a bottleneck, also opened his eyes.
Looking at the scenery outside the cave through the entrance, it is no longer as gray as yesterday. Today is a good weather. Just like my mood, it has turned sunny from cloudy.
Seeing that the time was almost up, he felt his stomach began to make a dissatisfied "gurgling" sound. Xuanming stood up and moved his meridian bones, making a crackling sound.
After walking out of the cave, Xuan Ming felt refreshed, and then he started to practice the posture. In fact, it was nothing, it was a simple Shaolin boxing technique, open and closed, very suitable for morning exercises.
After simply practicing it twice, Xuan Ming felt more and more energetic. Xuan Ming knew that this was due to last night. Although he had not even mastered the first level of "Dragon Elephant Prajna Magic Skill", some ordinary Qi in his body was still a little bit...
, so it’s normal to feel energetic.
Turning back to the tree hole, he took out the remaining half of the tiger leg that he had eaten yesterday, without even bothering to reheat it.
My legs were chewed clean, but I still didn’t feel very full.
Xuan Ming touched Zhengliang's bald head speechlessly. His appetite was too scary. It must have been caused by his anger.
Now Xuan Ming had to start planning. According to the trend, his appetite would only get bigger and bigger, so his original plan would no longer be reliable.
Xuan Ming originally thought that the giant python and white tiger would be enough to feed him for a long time, but now it seems that he probably won't be able to sustain it for long. It seems that he will have to go hunting tomorrow.
"Hey, it's really troublesome. Lord, I can't even enjoy a few days of leisure." Xuan Ming muttered to himself while starting to think about how he should hunt.
Xuan Ming picked up and looked at the wooden stick placed next to the straw bed, and then shook his head: "If this thing is used for hunting sparrows, it's okay, but not for hunting." After reading it, he put it down.
Xuan Ming thought about it for a long time but couldn't think of a reason. He simply stopped thinking about it and lay down against the white tiger's silky fur, thinking for a while.
Unexpectedly, he was not leaning in the right position, and the ribs and diaphragm that were broken by the white tiger hurt his back. Xuanming immediately stood up in pain, rubbed his back with his hands, and angrily kicked the dead tiger's back with his feet.
After kicking for a while, Xuan Ming was relieved. Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in Xuan Ming's mind.
Aren’t the python’s sinews much better than that wooden stick?”
Thinking of this, Xuan Ming was no longer angry. Instead, he looked at the dead white tiger with pity. First, he was crushed to death by himself for no reason, and now he was faced with the situation of having his skin, cramps, and bones removed. It was really sad.
Xuan Ming walked up to Bai Hu: "Brother Bai Hu, little monk, I am also forced to do nothing. You have a spirit in the sky, so don't blame me. When I, little monk, come out, I will definitely recite the rebirth sutra for you. With my relationship with the Buddha, maybe
I can also find you a job as a mount, so at least it can be regarded as a positive result." At this time, Xuan Ming never thought that if he really had a good relationship with the Buddha, he would still be able to come to this place where there is no shit? I guess.
He has become a Buddha and an ancestor long ago.
Let’s not talk nonsense for now.
Xuan Ming squatted next to the white tiger, took out the stone that he had used to cut the flesh yesterday, stabbed the stone from the head of the white tiger, and cut it along the belly.
The storage room on the side is paved with clean leaves, which is actually the innermost part of the tree hole.
Then I took off the largest rib of the white tiger and tried it in my hand. Not to mention, it was very smooth. I waved it in the air and made a whirring sound. The only feeling was that it was too dull.
It needs to be polished well.
When he came outside the cave, Xuan Ming first hung the tiger skin to dry on a homemade rack, and then laid it on the straw bed at night, hoping to make it more comfortable.
Xuan Ming took a look at the tree hole where he would live for who knows how long. He felt like he was living in a snail's nest. He smiled to himself, picked up the ribs of the white tiger, turned around and walked out.
Not far from the tree hole where Xuan Ming lives, there is a small stream, and Xuan Ming's goal is here.
When he came to the stream, Xuanming put the white tiger's ribs into the stream and washed them thoroughly. Then he picked up a stone by the stream and started grinding it.
As soon as one concentrates on it, one feels that time passes very quickly. When Xuan Ming feels hungry, the white tiger's ribs have also been polished.
Seeing the light, Xuan Ming smiled with satisfaction: "From today on, you will be called Bone Blade."