Puppet cultivation, if you find the real one, I lose

"You go."

Thirteen Yao waved his hand, and a random teleportation formation appeared under Chen Huan's feet. The light and shadow passed by, and Chen Huan disappeared.

When he opened his eyes again, Chen Huan appeared in an unknown desert.

With a brief glance of his mind, the rushing waterfall appeared in his vision again, and he had been randomly teleported to the southernmost end of the desert.

Throwing out a few puppets to guard the surroundings, Chen Huan couldn't help but think.

"What exactly does Thirteen Yao want to do? He wants me to contain Hongye? Judging from that story, Hongye is probably one of the most terrifying existences in the entire Tiannan Realm. He is also the reason why the seven great perfections of the inner domain dare not attack the southern border."

"But from Murong Jing's words, I can feel that Hongye seems to be full of variables, or irrational?"

He closed his eyes slightly, recalling every word Thirteen Yao said, and after about half a cup of tea, he opened his eyes again.

"You will never understand what level of existence the Great Perfection of Spiritual Transformation is in this world."Chen Huan repeated.

"My soul has now reached the Great Perfection of Transformation. Apart from the feeling that the road ahead is cut off, I have not felt any other difference. Does it need to be cultivated to reach the Great Perfection of Transformation of the Soul?"

After a little thought, Chen Huan took a step forward. If he wanted to improve his cultivation, he would need a large amount of spirit stone ore to feed the Five Elements Mountain in his body.

Just at this step, he heard a sudden vibration in his chest, and his soul suddenly felt detached. The memory of Liang Wen's original human body was swept away like a broom.

Sweeping away means disappearance, but this disappearance is not the sudden confusion of amnesia, but a kind of confusion.

Under this erased memory, a new memory emerged like a mirror:

"My name is Xia Qingshan, a butcher."

"Killing a pig may seem like an easy task, but it is a test of skill. You have to be quick, ruthless and accurate, otherwise there will be trouble."

"Since it is a skill, it represents inheritance. The Xia family's pig-killing method is very famous even in the Qiulu Dynasty. Five generations of ancestors have been pig-killers, and I am the sixth generation."

"The pigs my dad kills always taste better than the ones I kill. The stench from my slaughter is too hard to cover up, even blanching it with water and adding spices won’t work."

"Uncle Zhang said that the smell is because the pig didn't die cleanly enough. If we want to get rid of the smell, we have to let the pig die. I really don't understand."

"The pigs are driven onto a knee-high platform with a pair of hooks on top. The hooks are tied with a thick hemp rope with a double knot at the other end. The double knot is Mandarin, which actually comes from the butcher and is called the pig hoof buckle. The more the pig struggles, the tighter the rope becomes. This rope buckle only locks the hind hooves. The upper rope is like hanging feathers, and the lower rope is like binding souls."

"My father did just that. When the pig was on the slaughtering platform, he just raised his hand slightly, and the rope buckle caught the pig's hind leg, while the pig seemed to be sniffing around on the platform without any perception. He flicked the other end of the hook, and the hemp rope was wrapped around the big pillar on the slaughtering platform like a snake, and the soul-binding chain was completed."

"The ancestors took a five-foot-seven-inch red-tasseled spear, knocked off the spear tip and replaced it with a steel hook. The hook was like a fish hook, red and cold, penetrating the body. This was the starting weapon for killing pigs, and it was also the beginning of the pig's roar. It was named: Yanwang Hook"

"My father always used the reverse hook to tickle the pig's armpit with a smile, and when the pig was relaxed and enjoying it, he would pull the hook back with lightning speed, and the sharp hook would enter the pig's throat.

The whole pig would fall forward instantly under the strong force, and the pig's hoof buckle hanging on the hind elbow would be locked instantly by the pulling force.

In this way, the Yama hook, the pig's body, and the soul-binding rope on the hind hoof were all straight like a straight line.

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"At this time, we had to switch hands. My father only started to pull the hook, and the rest of the time, Uncle Zhang and I came over to pull. We had to use a lot of force to pull the pig straight, as if to pull all the blood vessels in its body."

"The pigs would often already be howling loudly, but my father was not in a hurry. He would always take out his pipe, stuff tobacco into the pipe, light it with incense and take a few puffs, and then pull out a long knife from the basket. This is the so-called bloodletting knife, also known as the red-pointing knife. The one in my house is much longer, with a blade and handle of 18 inches long, and the blade is as sharp as a willow leaf."

"My father said that the eighteen inches represent one hell each. The pigs killed by him represent the ones that have been through the torture of hell and entered the underworld, but the judge allowed them to reincarnate. My family also called it the Willow Hell Knife."

"The knife was very fast, as fast as a stab, and it stabbed the pig's neck. In an instant, the blade was almost half gone. I could feel the precision of this knife, without any restraint, and it cut the carotid artery vertically."

"With a kick, a wooden basin was moved under the pig's neck. The basin was made of century-old camphor wood and carved by a master carpenter. It was filled with a little salt water. After determining the position, my father pulled the knife out of the pig's neck artery. In an instant, blood rushed into the basin like a river bursting its banks."

"The pig was struggling the most at this time. It knew that its life was coming to an end and wanted to struggle to stay, but its body was pulled straight by the Hades Hook and the Soul Binding Chain. Every time it struggled, it was like a sponge being compressed, and a large amount of blood spurted out of its neck."

"When there was no more blood coming out of the neck, the father stirred the blood basin with his hands."

"Blood dries up and enters salt water, the sea of suffering will eventually end"

"This sounds long, but in fact it happened very quickly. The pig's pain was also short-lived, and he died almost at the second wave of blood rushing out. However, his muscles were still struggling subconsciously, squeezing out every drop of blood in his body."

"If an inexperienced person were to butcher a pig, the pig would scream and crawl away after being stabbed with the knife, running around the yard. Several people would not be able to catch it, and it would be like a war. It would take the whole village to catch it."

"The pig was dead, the blood was gone, and the pig was kicked hard, rolling down into the scalding pool."

"It is called a hot spring, but it is actually a kidney basin, but it is different from the wooden basins in daily life. It is long and oval, shaped like a shuttle or a kidney.���The upper diameter is larger than the lower diameter, and the floor has a streamlined arc when viewed from the side. It is often used for sailing in water towns, also called a wooden basin boat"

"Pour boiling water into the pig and soak it until the skin becomes soft. Then, a curved iron scraper like fish scales is passed over the pig, scraping off tufts of pig hair, leaving the whole pig body spotlessly white."

"The waist and basin shake, shake across the Yellow Spring Sea, Meng Tang is poured, the old filth is no longer left, the scraper is driven away, and the flowers are picked to cross the other side."

"After the pig is cleaned, it is time to hang the ladder. The pig's hind body is lifted up in the scalding pool, and the ladder is stuffed under the pig's body. The soul-binding rope on the hind legs ties the pig's trotters to the top of the ladder. Then, everyone works together to stand the ladder up against the wall. In this way, the whole pig is hung upside down on the wooden ladder with its belly facing outwards."

"The second knife is needed here. It is shaped like a splitting needle, more like a peach leaf, and several times smaller than the Liuyu knife at home. This is the meat cutting knife. The meat cutting knife is not big, but it is the sharpest among the many knives of the butcher. It is particular about cutting the meat as soon as it touches the meat."

"When you cut open the pig's belly, you must be very careful when taking out the fat. The fat and internal organs are connected together. If the knife is not accurate enough, it will cut the pig's stomach and intestines, and the feces and urine will quickly contaminate the whole piece of pork, which is extremely disgusting."

"After the chest cavity is completely emptied of its internal organs, the third knife is used, which is the most familiar butcher knife. Ordinary farmers call it a bone-chopping knife, but a professional butcher's butcher knife is much larger than a bone-chopping knife. Six palms can be spread out on the blade with some space to spare. The back of the blade is nearly one finger thick, and the front of the knife is raised like a crescent moon."

"The butcher knife requires a"let go to open the skull, half the clamp to cut the spine". It means that the butcher knife does not need to be chopped at all. Just lift the knife and let it fall naturally. The pig's skull can be split by gravity alone. Lift the knife halfway and clamp it down to cut the spine. It is also the most domineering of the many weapons for killing pigs."

"The butcher knife is also the most difficult to use. The knife is large and heavy, making it extremely difficult to control the direction. The pig's head is very hard and the knife is easy to deflect. Once the knife deflects, the pig's head will definitely be disfigured with such a powerful knife."

"Especially to open the spine, to split the pig into two parts, the spine needs to be split in half"

"My father's pig-killing knife is what I admire the most. The cut-up pig is hung upside down on the vertical ladder. He raises his right foot, pulls up the muscles of his waist and hips, raises the pig-killing knife high, and holds the pipe in his left hand. He exhales a puff of smoke and then chops with the knife!"

"One cut, yes, just one cut, the entire spine was cut straight down to the head like a bamboo, split in half, smooth, fluent, and done in one go."