This Luzhou City deserves to be known as the "City of Pills". The three medicinal herbs as prizes are not ordinary. If sold on the market, each plant would be worth a lot of money.
Netherworld grass is an excellent material for refining spirit-gathering elixirs.
Jinhua Gaiding is a treasure of alchemists. The function of this herb is to improve the success rate of alchemy. A century-old golden flower canopy can increase the success rate by 30% when refining elixirs. One can imagine the overbearing effect of this medicine. When an alchemist refines extremely precious elixirs, he usually puts a golden flower on top of the elixir furnace.
As for the fire Ganoderma lucidum, it is even rarer. And Pei Feng knew that the fire Ganoderma lucidum would definitely be of great benefit in curing his sister's illness.
After thirty years of drinking, Mucheng felt dizzy and fell asleep in the back hall. Pei Feng drank a few more drinks with Mu Jianfeng.
Mu Jianfeng became even more drunk. He actually pulled out his sword and danced with it in the yard. Although his steps were staggering, his moves were very subtle.
"then!"
Mu Jianfeng's long sword flew towards Pei Feng. Judging by the speed at which the sword came, one could tell that the opponent used internal force to throw it. Pei Feng just turned his palm and held the long sword in his hand slightly on one side of his body.
"Brother Feng, what a good idea."
"Brother Mu, what a great swordsmanship!"
"Come on, Brother Feng, let's dance a little bit too."
"Ah? I can't do that!" Pei Feng couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He is not being modest or trying to hide. In terms of martial arts, he is truly an amateur.
"Is it possible that the weapon used by Brother Feng is not a long sword?"
"I, I use a dagger." Pei Feng said and took out the dagger that Chu Feilong made for him from his sleeve.
"Dagger?" Mu Jianfeng frowned slightly. "How lethal can this little thing be? Brother Feng, come and dance!"
Pei Feng sighed secretly in his heart. But seeing that Mu Jianfeng was in a high mood at the moment, he couldn't help but feel drunk. Then he illustrated some self-defense techniques taught by his master.
A few lame moves down. Mu Jianfeng had already stopped laughing. He even laughed so exaggeratedly that he cried.
"Hahahaha, brother Feng. You... also call this martial arts?"
Pei Feng felt embarrassed. She glared at him fiercely, but it only made Mu Jianfeng laugh even more. The more he laughed, the wilder he became. It rolled on the ground. Really drunk. Pei Feng was a little angry at first. But it was eye-opening to see Mu Jianfeng, a dignified cultivator, drunk like this. He also burst into laughter at the moment. One was lying on the ground rolling around, and the other was sitting on the stone steps and wandering around. The two's laughter echoed and their movements echoed. But it was so unpleasant!
It seemed that Pei Feng hadn't laughed like this for a long time. There is no need for any clear reason, it just comes from the heart and arises from nature. This is true happiness.
At this time, Mu Jianping quietly poked her little head out from behind the stone pillar, looking at the two most amazing eldest brothers in the courtyard with a puzzled face, laughing, with a look of fear in her eyes.
Mu Jianfeng caught his little sister peeking and hurriedly got up from the ground. He called out "little sister, little sister" twice.
Mu Jianping was too timid to come out from behind the stone pillar. Mu Jianfeng felt a little sad. He thought that since this sister was born, he had joined the Herculean Sect, so he rarely saw this little sister. It seemed that she was alienated from him. In fact, Mu Jianping had never seen a brother rolling on the ground before, so she was a little at a loss.
Mu Jianfeng patted the dust off his body, and tried to pretend to be mature and prudent, with an air of immortality. He patted Pei Feng on the shoulder and said with emotion: "Brother Feng. Everyone says this practice is good, but who can know the sorrow of a monk? If there is no family to accompany him, how can he be lonely for so many years?"
Pei Feng did not answer the topic. When it comes to loneliness, I'm afraid he is the ancestor.
Mu Jianfeng only thought that he was young and could not understand the misery of a monk watching his relatives grow old one by one, leaving only himself in the end. I also think this topic is too ridiculous to discuss with a fourteen-year-old child. I dropped this topic. He walked up to his little sister Mu Jianping and asked drunkenly: "Ping'er, do you want to practice? My brother will help you practice in the future."
Mu Jianping shook her head.
"I don't want to. You are such a smart man, what's so good about practicing!" He patted Mu Jianping's little hand, and then staggered out of the courtyard. As he walked, he said: "The fortune teller in the corner of the city wall is right, 'A pot of clear wine will relieve a thousand sorrows, and a wife and children will be warm on the kang. Even gods are hard to find!' Second pole, second pole."
Watching Mu Jianfeng leave the courtyard. Pei Feng suddenly pictured in Pei Feng's mind Sun Dakui's drunken and angry smashing of the mountain door. He couldn't help but sigh: "You have to have some bad habits to be good." He couldn't help but think that the three children in Mucheng had their own characteristics! Mu Jianxin is a bit... like that. Mu Jianfeng is like this again. He turned to look at Mu Jianping. He saw her little face was flushed and her big watery eyes were staring at him. When their eyes met, she lowered her head shyly and squeezed out a few words through her teeth - "Master, I want to learn from you."
Pei Feng's face was covered with black lines. Nana nodded and said, "Okay, but what can I teach you?"
Mu Jianping said nothing. She gently sat next to Pei Feng. He held his calves with both hands and put his little head on his knees. There was a smile on his face, as if he had something big on his mind.
"This..." Pei Feng was completely defeated by this apprentice. Her quietness and cuteness are her greatest weapons, and no one can resist her.
At this moment, Pei Feng's heart tightened. Both eyes became cold in an instant.
"Who?" While speaking, Pei Feng suddenly stood up. A punch was thrown into the sky.
The people who fell from the eaves also punched at the same time. With their fists facing each other, the man was bounced away by Pei Feng's fist and landed lightly in the courtyard. Only then did he see clearly that the person coming was a masked man wearing animal skin.
"Go inside!"
Mu Jianping neither panicked nor shouted. After trotting into the house, he stuck his little head out at the door and looked outside.
In the fist fight just now, Pei Feng knew that the opponent's cultivation level was not high. Looking at the other party's clothes, I was sure that the other party was not a monk from the Central Plains. He no longer had much worries in his mind.
Pei Feng said coldly: "Who are you?"
The masked man didn't answer. "Take the move!"
The masked man rushed towards Pei Feng. He has extremely fast kicks and a set of exquisite punches with both arms. Pei Feng can't see the opponent's moves and doesn't attack at will. When the person got closer, he looked at the direction of the other person's steps and took out a palm in the air. This palm was exactly where the other person was approaching. But when the palm wind fell, the masked man changed his steps and easily dodged his road-blocking palm. Then the man had already moved to one side of his body.
The next moment, there were three "bang, bang, bang" sounds. Pei Feng felt that his waist was punched three times in an instant.
Both of them were shocked at the same time.
Pei Feng was shocked by the unpredictable changes in the masked man's kicks and punches.
The masked man was shocked by Pei Feng's physical strength. His three powerful punches hit the opponent as if they were hitting an iron plate. The other party seemed to have no feeling at all, and his fist was aching.
After punching three times, the masked man jumped away. Said: "It seems that the masters of Houtian realm are nothing more than this."
Pei Feng frowned slightly and said nothing. He was thinking about a question in his mind - is martial arts useful to monks? The main competition between monks is the strength of spiritual power and the level of magical power. But if both sides of the battle are exhausted of their spiritual energy, all magic and magical powers will be unable to be used. Then the level of martial arts is the key to determining victory or defeat. The reason why he was punched three times by the opponent today was because his martial arts skills were too poor.
Can the true meaning of martial arts be revealed only after the spiritual power is exhausted? Pei Feng didn't think so in his heart. He vaguely felt that the combination of martial arts and magic was a bright road. It's just that with his current ability, he is not enough to explore and understand.
"Hey, kid! What do you mean?" The masked man saw that Pei Feng didn't take him seriously, and the anger in his heart burned.
"It's not like I haven't defeated masters in the Houtian realm." The masked man roared. He rushed towards Pei Feng again.
The corners of Pei Feng's mouth raised slightly. This time he's going to do it for real. He had already seen the opponent's Xiantian realm cultivation, and his first failure was actually due to his underestimation of the enemy. He originally thought that even if he didn't use spiritual power or internal strength, he could beat the opponent with one palm so that he couldn't fight back. After all, the difference between the two realms is too far.
The masked man's pace was unpredictable. Pei Feng simply didn't take action. When the man's fist hit him, he grabbed the man's wrist before he could retract it.
"Ah, it hurts, it hurts..." The masked man felt that his wrist was tightly clamped by a pair of large pliers.
Pei Feng smiled and said: "How dare you come to Mu Mansion to commit murder these two times. Tell me quickly, who are you?"
"It hurts, it hurts."
Mu Jianping ran out at some point. He gently pulled the corner of Pei Feng's clothes. Staring at him with big watery eyes, he said pitifully: "Master, please let go of Brother Mu Yu."
