Chapter 52 I Can Fish (Please read! Please read!)
When the little firebird heard Mo Yanqiu's praise, its golden fur shook proudly, and then it rubbed Zhou Qingshan's cheek affectionately.

After a while, the light golden flame on Zhou Qingshan's body gradually subsided, and the spirit on the chess piece panel finally stayed at 0.2834.

Zhou Qingshan tried to walk a few steps and felt only slight pain, which was within his tolerable range.

"The little guy's flame is comparable to a red-tailed golden carp?!!"

A flame directly turned Zhou Qingshan from a semi-crippled man who could not move and had to lie in bed into a weak teenager who could barely walk.

The effect is remarkable.

Zhou Qingshan couldn't help but take two more steps.

People only regret after they lose something.

How he now misses the time when his energy was at 0.4. Apart from being unable to withstand the cold and becoming breathless after walking a few steps, well, there was nothing wrong with his body.

At least, he can go wherever he wants.

Instead of letting Mo Yanqiu hold her in such a shameful way to move...

Zhou Qingshan showed a hearty smile on his face and paced back and forth on the steps like a little child.

Hu Hansan is back again!!
Maybe he was a little too proud of himself and suddenly staggered, almost falling to the ground.

Fortunately, Mo Yanqiu had been watching from the side, and he quickly supported Zhou Qingshan and said:
"Young Master, you have just recovered. You should rest well and don't move around."

Zhou Qingshan waved his hands, but he was not as strong as Mo Yanqiu, so he had to sit back on the recliner. He then looked at the little Flame Bird standing steadily on his shoulder and asked:
"Little guy, how long will it take you to nurture a flame like the one just now?"

The pale golden flame that can be swallowed can heal a nearly disabled person in an instant, but I don't know if the pale golden flame can regenerate a person's broken arm...

"grumble?"

"Seven days?" Zhou Qingshan asked.

The little Flamebird shook his head.

"A month?"

Little Flamebird shook his head
"Half a year?"

The little firebird still shook its head. It thought for a while, stretched out its wings, and pointed at the dull golden hair on its head.

It also doesn't know how long it will take to recover.

Zhou Qingshan understood instantly: "You mean that in order to nurture the next flame, I need to wait for this golden feather to recover?"

"grumble!"

Xiao Yanque nodded.

"I don't know when the next flame will appear..."

After Zhou Qingshan watched the little firebird spit out the light golden flame, except for the dullness of its golden fur, it did not have the tired look it had when it transformed into a spirit soldier. It was obvious that this flame was not related to its "physical strength".

However, I felt relieved when I thought about the magic of spiritual weapons.

Zhou Qingshan guessed that this golden hair might be a special "gatherer" of spiritual energy from heaven and earth. In addition, the little flame bird was too weak, so it took a long time to breed a flame.

Can't count on it in the short term.

But there is hope, at least it's not the random rune fishing...

Ok?
Zhou Qingshan slapped his head.

After I got injured, I lost the blessing of the bond and my brain worked very slowly. I forgot that I still had ten fishing trips to go today.

He stood up gently, put the little firebird down, looked around, found the broken fishing rod not far away, walked over, bent down to pick it up, and prepared to go fishing beside the emerald green lake.

"What are you doing?" Mo Yanqiu immediately stretched out his hand to stop him. "Yanqiu, I want to fish." Zhou Qingshan raised the broken fishing rod in his hand.

"Fishing?" Mo Yanqiu looked at the emerald green lake. It was clear and transparent, but no fish were swimming. He looked suspicious, "I'll go with you."

She felt that the young man was just looking for an excuse to do something.

Zhou Qingshan sat on the steps as he wished, activated the rune fishing in his mind, turned around, and saw Mo Yanqiu sitting beside him with his cheeks in his hands, staring at him blankly.

"Don't you need to practice martial arts?"

Mo Yanqiu said: "Today's homework has been completed. I practice real skills once every three days and martial arts twice a day, no more than two hours. The rest of the time is used to repair the body so as not to leave hidden injuries."

The harder you practice martial arts, the faster you die.

Do you really want to make a name for yourself by practicing martial arts for twelve hours every day?

This is not the limit. Being able to practice for four hours a day is already the limit of the human body, and your energy and spirit will decline.

Practicing more will not be worth it.

But there are some fools who think they can break through their limits if they persist, but they don’t know that if their bodies don’t get enough rest, not only will they get half the result with twice the effort, but their potential will also be greatly reduced.

Unless... I have the magical flame spit out by the little guy as a foundation, I can try the extreme training method.

Zhou Qingshan understood this principle. He was a loser in his previous life. In order to exercise, he forced himself to run for an hour every day. He persisted for a month even though his whole body was sore. He couldn't help but feel complacent until one day he injured his knee and the pain didn't heal for a year.

Only then did I realize that it is best not to overestimate one's own limits.

While Zhou Qingshan was fishing, he chatted with Mo Yanqiu about family matters:
"Speaking of which, I remembered something strange. The distance between the Xiong family and the Liu family is very far. Why didn't Shengfengling get attacked by that monster when it was between the two?"

The spiritual realm where the Liu family is located is the closest spiritual realm to Shengfeng Territory, only eighteen miles away.

Mo Yanqiu was stunned. She thought about how she resolutely decided to leave the Xiong Family Spirit Realm and go home early. She didn't expect to escape the disaster by luck. She thought about it carefully and gave the answer:
"Maybe Shengfengling is too weak, so the demon didn't take a fancy to him."

To be able to annihilate the Armored Warriors and their guards, it means that the monsters are either numerous or extremely powerful, able to defeat ten at once.

At least warrior level and above.

It was normal for them to look down on Sheng Fengling's trash 'flesh and blood spirit species'. After all, at that time, Uncle Zhao was the only one at the blood coagulation level in the guard team, and the rest were all ordinary people, and there were not many of them.

I escaped because I was too weak, really...

The two fell silent for a moment.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, ripples were heard on the water surface. Zhou Qingshan came back to his senses and felt a slight pulling force on his arm. It should not be something valuable.

It took him about 50% effort to pull it up.

0.28 % of the energy and spirit...

The thing that was caught was pointed at both ends and thick in the middle. The skin was purple and it was about the size of a palm. There were some roots on it, and it looked like the rhizome of some plant.

Mo Yanqiu's eyes widened as he watched Zhou Qingshan fish something out of the clear water. It seemed to appear out of thin air, and it was obviously not a living thing? !
Is this also a strange technique?!

"this thing?"

Out of curiosity about this unknown rhizome, Zhou Qingshan washed it with water and gently broke it open with his hands. Under the skin was the golden inner flesh with a delicate texture.

He carefully observed the inside of the stem and could see fine fibrous lines on the cross section.

He took a small bite carefully, and the familiar sweet and crisp taste instantly spread in his mouth. His eyes immediately widened, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"So sweet, this is a sweet potato?!"

　Head dizziness
　　
　
(End of this chapter)