Comfortably stretching lazily, Zhong Yuan got up from the bed. It had been a long time since he slept so soundly. He slept until dawn and started drinking fruit wine without much, but the aftertaste was quite strong. In the end, Zhong Yuan's mouth was full of fruit fragrance, and he felt like he was in a pile of water and fruit.
Fortunately, the wine didn't get drunk, and Zhongyuan not only didn't feel a headache, but also felt very comfortable. After savoring the fragrance in his mouth, Zhongyuan picked up his toiletries and jumped directly from upstairs. The golden sculpture in the corner of the corridor also jumped out of its nest when Zhongyuan got up.
The nest of the golden eagle is also simple. Just take a few pieces of cardboard to seal the ventilated area, and then lay some hay on it. However, it's much better than living on a branch like this.
Zhong Yuan hasn't finished washing up yet, and Kawanda has already walked out of the room, obviously hearing the sound of Zhong Yuan in the yard.
Zhongyuan, you got up so early. Why don't you sleep a little longer? "As she walked towards Zhongyuan, Kawanda said.
Hehe, I'm used to it. Did Uncle Kawanda stop bothering you
What's the noise about? It's usually time to get up. When the air is good in the morning and there's not much farming work, I like to stroll around the village early. With better health, I can live for a few more years and take care of Kani for a few more years, "said Kawanda indifferently. In fact, Kawanda is not very old, only around 50 years old, but due to her hard work, she looks a bit old.
After chatting with Kawanda for a few words, Zhong Yuan went upstairs with his things again.
Jin Diao's enlightenment work is a persevering task, and Zhong Yuan was not in a hurry. After finishing breakfast with Uncle Kawanda, Zhong Yuan finally brought down a basket of things from upstairs, all of which were meant for Jin Diao to recognize.
Zhong Yuan had no intention of letting Jin Diao learn how much in a day. Instead, he took several things at once and placed them on the table, holding them in his hands one by one. He used his consciousness to tell Jin Diao what these things were, while also using his psychic power to transmit the pronunciation to Jin Diao's ears. After playing each thing for about 10 times, Zhong Yuan paused to let Jin Diao digest it. After a few minutes, Zhong Yuan used his psychic power to call out the names and let Jin Diao pick them out of the table. If he couldn't pick them out, he continued to repeat until he could understand.
Not to mention, because Zhongyuan uses his psychic power, not his true pronunciation. Every night, Zhongyuan would ask Uncle Kawanda for help with spot checks, and Uncle Kawanda would call out his name and let the Golden Eagle pick it out. If he picked it right, he would be considered acquainted.
Of course, before learning something new, Zhong Yuan will definitely not forget the review work from the previous day.
I don't know when it started, but at night when I was taking the Golden Eagle exam at Zhongyuan School, Uncle Kawanda's family would always gather a lot of people. Everyone was curious and curious. People in the village who trained hunting dogs would do some tricks, but training such a big bird was rare and not many people had seen it before.
Zhongyuan was also delighted, with different people and voices taking turns, satisfying the mouths of the villagers and allowing the golden eagle to respond to various voices. Whoever says it can be understood, that's what truly understands human language.
The learning speed of Jin Diao is very satisfactory to Zhong Yuan. When he was young, he could learn 10 or 20 words a day. When he was in good condition, he could learn 2 or 30 words without any problem. What impressed Zhong Yuan the most was that when talking to Jin Diao, his pronunciation didn't necessarily have to be accurate, as long as it was about the same. People could understand Jin Diao, even if it came from the mouths of those two or three year old children in Laozhai.
Nowadays, training the Golden Eagle no longer requires Zhong Yuan to speak. Every morning, there are always a few children running over early, competing to teach the Golden Eagle. For them, it is an incredibly interesting thing.
Zhongyuan also let them go, but when those children were holding things to recite, Zhongyuan would quietly explain the purpose to the golden eagle with his psychic power on the side.
Every day, whenever Zhongyuan took out something to teach the Golden Eagle to recognize, a group of children would immediately snatch everything they could. They would teach whatever they could grab, and these little ones had a tacit understanding. In the end, these little ones even brought some strange things from home themselves. Seeing that Zhongyuan had no intention of stopping them, they became even more enthusiastic.
Stop it? How could Zhongyuan stop it? As Jin Diao learned more and more things, there were fewer and fewer things that Zhong Yuan could find. It was too late for someone to help him share his happiness.
While training the Golden Eagle to recognize objects, Zhongyuan also began to try to make the Golden Eagle understand simple language, such as taking off, hunting, and eating. However, the Golden Eagle did not disappoint Zhongyuan, and the speed of learning made him feel ashamed of himself when he was a child.
Zhong Yuan didn't know that Jin Diao could learn so quickly, which was inseparable from his daily use of recitation to teach him. It seemed that Zhong Yuan used recitation to convey his words was no different from speaking, but in reality, there was a big difference. When using voice to teach something, he transmitted his meaning to his ears through his voice, and then the learner slowly learned and grasped it. However, Zhong Yuan's recitation teaching was different. Zhong Yuan directly transmitted his meaning into Jin Diao's mind through his thoughts, allowing Jin Diao to digest and absorb it directly. Even if Jin Diao was a bit clumsy, Zhong Yuan had taught him dozens of times in a row, and Jin Diao couldn't forget it even if he wanted to.
In fact, this is also a drawback of Zhong Yuan's own exploration of personal cultivation. Many things are already known, but he doesn't know that it takes several times the effort to do simple things. Fortunately, Zhong Yuan was lucky enough to find some bamboo slips for cultivation in the small mountain valley. Otherwise, he wouldn't have known how long this state would have been repeated.
After finishing a day of training early, a group of little kids brought their own things and went home to play. Zhong Yuan looked up at the sun in the sky and prepared to go to the back mountain to find a cool place to lie down.
Jin Diao's learning speed is becoming increasingly abnormal now. He quickly recognizes a lot of things, and Zhong Yuan is also decisive. After finishing his studies, he allows Jin Diao to move freely, while Zhong Yuan goes to a quiet place on the back mountain to learn his own things. As for Uncle Kawanda, he eats breakfast early every day and either watches the Zhongyuan Church Golden Carvings or goes to work in the fields. However, as soon as he goes out before evening, he rarely comes back. The people in the old village have no habit of having lunch at all, and Zhongyuan will get used to it after a few days.
A while ago, I don't know if it was because of a better mood or inspiration, but Zhong Yuan made a lot of breakthroughs in magic formations. In a few days, he suddenly learned several practical magic formations. He thought he was also enlightened and possessed by gods. After continuing to study magic formations for a few days, Zhong Yuan realized that it was just accumulation and daydreaming again.
Feeling frustrated, Zhong Yuan had to revert back to his previous days, studying for a while and carving runes for a while. After all these days of hard work, Zhong Yuan had already carved the Naruto rune completely on the meteorite and started carving the Flame rune. He had started carving the Naruto rune once and found that there was no problem. After that, Zhong Yuan stopped the rune running again and planned to wait until both of them were carved together before starting again.
Shaking his somewhat stuffy head, Zhongyuan finished the meteorite carving work and casually threw the meteorite in his hand. Zhongyuan planned to go to the forest to find some wild fruits to eat. It was the time when a large number of wild fruits were ripe recently. Although various wild fruits were not as sweet as those grown artificially, they were natural, green, and pollution-free, and had a unique flavor. Zhongyuan enjoyed them every day.
Not far up a rugged mountain road, a huge rock lay in the middle of the road. The rock suddenly came out of the middle of the mountain, and it was unclear whether it was due to idle trouble or because the rock was very hard. The path went up the mountain by bypassing the rock, and Zhongyuan knew that he could find wild fruits in just a few steps. Although there were also some at the bottom of the mountain, they had already been harvested by the children in those villages. Zhongyuan didn't need to argue with them, so he decided to go further and seek the distance.
Just a few meters away from the boulder, a ball of stuff fell off the boulder and broke into several pieces on the road. Zhongyuan stared intently for a year, drink! It's actually a green and black snake over a foot long, but isn't its body bone too weak? How many pieces did this fall into? Watching the few small snakes wriggling on the ground, Zhong Yuan felt a wave of discomfort in his heart.
Just as he was about to drift over, Zhong Yuan suddenly noticed a place he had overlooked. The snake had fallen into several pieces, but there was not a single place left with any blood or internal organs. This was simply ridiculous. At the same time, Zhong Yuan's mind suddenly remembered the records about this thing. The Golden Snake and the Crispy Snake were both its names. Although its name was Snake and it looked like a snake, it was actually a lizard with degenerated limbs. Its body was very fragile, and it would break into several pieces with a slight heavy blow. However, interestingly, even if its body was broken into a few pieces, it would not be fatal. What's even more incredible is that these pieces would break in a few minutes. The body will slowly wriggle together and then merge back into a complete snake, how could it look like it was just broken into several pieces? Unfortunately, due to their miraculous performance, when people discovered that these strange little snakes had great therapeutic effects on many diseases such as bone setting and rheumatism, misfortune followed. With the rampant hunting by humans, wild brittle snakes are becoming increasingly rare. It is entirely the luck of Zhongyuan to see one in this place.
However, Zhongyuan did not capture its thoughts. Zhongyuan himself is half a doctor and cannot tolerate the little snake's unnecessary medicinal use that would take its life. Zhongyuan is interested in the little snake's magical abilities.
Watching the small snake wriggling on the ground, Zhong Yuan thought for a moment and took out a camera that he had never used since buying it from the Buddha Pearl. Compared to cameras, Zhong Yuan preferred to use cameras and it was not complicated to operate. Zhong Yuan really didn't have any talent for photography, and sometimes he didn't even know what he was shooting. But if you want to keep the process of restoring the little snake, you really have to use a camera.
Turn on the camera, and then Zhong Yuan carefully floated over with his psychic control.