Pokémon Farm

Chapter 95 Eight Trigrams Plum Blossom Stake Formation

The stars changed, the sun and moon took turns, and a light rain fell the next morning. Although the sun had come out now, the roads were still very slippery. The crops in the front yard, however, were washed by the rain and looked lush and sparkling, and the air was filled with a fresh and moist fragrance.

Because of the morning rain, Xuan Mingtian ended his sleep early and began his daily routine: feeding the spirits and sparring with Po Tian (you can hardly imagine a flying mantis that knows the Golden Crow Blade Technique and the Wing Chun Eight-Slash Blade Technique).

"Potian, you need to adapt to battles in all kinds of environments, including rainy days, water, sky, rocks, forests, and so on. Don't let the environment limit your potential. Moreover, you are the eldest brother in the team, so you must always be number one." Xuanmingtian said, holding the children's version of the butterfly double swords.

"Mantis ~ Mantis": Don't worry, you big smart guy, I will definitely hold onto my position as the big brother.

After a failed fight with Little Cutie yesterday, it started adding "Big Smart" before every translation. Although this annoyed Xuan Mingtian, he generously approved of Little Cutie's behavior because of its "pitiful" state.

"Let's begin, you go first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Potian stood there motionless, showing no intention of attacking.

The two stared at each other for several seconds, as if trying to see through the weakness of the one who made the first move.

In the blink of an eye, Xuan Mingtian took his first step and rushed toward Potian.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two muffled thuds suddenly rang out, and the butterfly blades collided with the double-blade arm, one above the other. The recoil immediately made Xuan Mingtian's small hands go slightly numb.

This made him complain, "Damn it, Potian, didn't you say you'd use power suitable for my age? My hands are almost numb."

"Mantis": You're so clever! Sorry, I got a little excited and forgot to hold back. Let's try again.

"Come on then, but remember not to use your full strength."

After a brief exchange, the sparring continued. Po Tian used the Eight-Slash Blade Technique to attack Xuan Mingtian quickly and accurately, with countless blade lights surging towards his opponent like raindrops.

"Ding~ Ding~ Ding..."

Each time the blade flashed, it produced a metallic clanging sound, causing everyone, including the elves, to stop what they were doing and watch.

In a split second, Po Tian took a step forward, and the entire mantis glided rapidly toward Xuan Mingtian like an ice skater. At the critical moment, he kicked the sliding mantis with his child-sized shoe.

With a loud thud, Potian slid two meters with Xuanmingtian before finally coming to a stop.

"Pfft hahaha."

Upon seeing this, everyone, including the elves, burst into laughter. They never expected such a bizarre thing to happen during their sparring session.

After regaining his balance, Xuan Mingtian said, "Potian, what are you doing? It's raining and the road is slippery. Don't you know you need to watch your step? Look how many meters you've slipped. You've become a slippery mantis."

"Mantis ~ Mantis": You're so clever, I don't know either, I just slipped when I stepped on it.

Although it felt embarrassed about sliding like that just now, it still had to speak out with confidence.

"Alright, let's end today's sparring here. Go practice moving quickly in this environment, watch your step, don't slip again, and practice the plum blossom stakes twice as much."

Xuan Mingtian was also very troubled by this situation, as he had never seen such a training method. He immediately made a decision to increase the number of plum blossom stakes from the original 12 to 48.

Without hesitation, Xuan Mingtian said, "Uncle Xiao, go and prepare 49 wooden stakes, each 1.4 meters high and 20 centimeters wide. I want to expand the Plum Blossom Stake Formation. All the old stakes will be left to the other elf companions."

"Okay, Xiao Tian, ​​I'll go prepare right away." Uncle Xiao replied and immediately ran to the storage room to prepare the materials.

"Brother Tian, ​​aren't you guys going to class again today?" Chen Qianqian asked the calm-headed third brother.

It was already 8 o'clock, but the three of them exuded a lazy atmosphere.

"Well, it rained this morning, so I didn't really want to go to class, but we've already asked our homeroom teacher for leave."

Chen Qianqian was almost stunned by these words. No wonder they were the three who skipped class; even their reasons for asking for leave were so bizarre. What good students they were!

After saying goodbye to everyone and the elves, Chen Qianqian left alone, showing no intention of "going along with the crowd."

After resting for about half an hour, the trio saw Uncle Xiao's spirit, Mr. Mime, using his telekinesis to control 49 wooden pillars to slowly float towards the direction of the plum blossom stakes.

Without hesitation, Xuan Mingtian took out three shovels from his backpack and led Xiao Gang and Yang Bin to dig.

Xuan Mingtian pointed to the 49 stakes and said, “Little Gangbin, the placement of these plum blossom stakes is important. The distance between the stakes should be 1 meter (3 feet) in front and behind, and 50 centimeters (1.5 feet) in the left and right. It doesn’t need to be too precise, but the deviation shouldn’t be too large either.”

He then added, “You will also train on these plum blossom stakes in the future. When you have time, you can come and observe Potian’s walking style. Moreover, it is related to the horse stance. As the saying goes, you can tell whether the horse stance is good or not by trying it on the stakes.”

"Brother Tian, ​​what if you can do the horse stance but not this plum blossom stake?" Yang Bin asked in confusion.

Xuan Mingtian merely glanced at his statement and said, "Then let it be destroyed."

After saying a few words, Xuan Mingtian began digging. The 1.4-meter pillar needed to be buried 40 centimeters deep in the soil to prevent it from loosening during daily practice.

Otherwise, if the training post suddenly tilts, it can easily cause the legs to split. The elves don't care, but for humans, losing face is one thing, but the pain in both legs is definitely unbearable.

After an hour of work, a glance reveals 49 pits, each about 40 centimeters deep. If viewed from above, a martial artist from a previous life would surely exclaim that this is a Bagua (Eight Trigrams) formation.

That's right, Xuan Mingtian's idea was to practice according to this pattern similar to the Bagua formation, with one wooden stake in the middle and six stakes in each of the eight directions, thus forming a simple Bagua stake formation.

In just one hour, the group had only dug the pit before they went down to fill their stomachs. They didn't feel hungry while working, but as soon as they stopped, the trio almost collapsed on the ground.

At this moment, a voice disturbed everyone's rest: "Big Smart, come back quickly, it's all cracked, it's all cracked."