Xuan Qingshui refused repeatedly, but Mu Bei insisted. Xuan Qingshui couldn't resist, so he had to accept.
"Cousin, thank you!"
Fan Xixin's eyes filled with tears. No one had ever been so kind to them since her father passed away.
Mu Bei smiled and said his final goodbyes to Xuan Qingshui and Fan Xinxin.
When Xuan Qingshui and Fan Xinxin sent Mu Bei to the ferry, Ziwei Pavilion's sea boat had already stopped on the shore.
This sea boat is about one hundred feet long and fifteen feet high. It is astonishingly big, like a small mountain.
Mu Bei waved his hands to the two of them and then boarded the sea.
Haige is divided into seven floors. The bottom floor is for seat tickets, the second to fifth floors are single rooms, and the sixth and seventh floors are VIP rooms.
According to the boat ticket, Mu Bei came to a room on the seventh floor.
Pushing the door open, the room is about a hundred square meters, decorated in antique style, and equipped with various facilities such as bathing.
After locking the door, he took a short rest and took out a piece of Red Fire Dragon Zhi elixir and a second-grade low-grade spiritual stone from the ring.
This sea voyage took about seven days to reach the border. Naturally, he couldn't do nothing for seven days and had to practice every day.
Red Fire Dragon Zhi is an elixir that can be chewed orally. He chewed the piece of Dragon Zhi and swallowed it into his belly. He held the second-grade Lingshi in his left hand and performed the "One Sword Peerless" technique. Suddenly, the medicinal power of Longzhi and the Lingshi were combined. The spiritual energy pouring into him mixed together and quickly tempered the blood all over his body.
In a flash, an hour passed.
An hour later, the medicinal power of Longzhi and the spiritual power of the spiritual stone were completely refined, and his energy and energy increased accordingly.
When I look inside my body through endoscopic techniques, the blood in my body becomes much purer, just like a pool of muddy water that has lost some dirt after being cleaned.
"The remaining spirit stones can be used by me to reach the middle stage of accumulating blood."
The main effect of Crimson Fire Dragon Zhi is to benefit blood, and is useless for improving cultivation. Now, he only has nine second-grade low-grade spiritual stones and twenty first-grade high-grade spiritual stones that can be used to improve his cultivation. After refining them, he estimates that he can barely reach the middle stage of accumulating blood.
The sea boat had already set sail, and the hull shook from time to time. He combed his blood in the room, then got up and walked out.
Not long after, he came to the deck.
The deck of the sea boat is very large. At this time, many people are already standing on it, most of them leaning on the edge of the boat to enjoy the sea view.
These people are not all going to the border, it’s just that this sea crossing happened to pass by the border. There are very few people who actually go to the border.
The blue sea surface is as soft as silk. Occasionally, the waves roll up, like roaring tigers, causing waves of waves.
Mu Bei stood on the edge of the deck with the endless sea horizon, the sea breeze blowing in his face, humid but comfortable.
It was the first time for Mu Bei to look at the ocean like this, and it felt pretty good.
At this moment, there was a noise not far away, many people were watching, and one of the voices sounded familiar.
Mu Bei walked forward and saw two strong men beating a young man in yellow clothes on the ground. The latter had no power to fight back.
"Xiang Zimao."
Mu Bei was slightly stunned, why was this guy here?
Seeing that one of the strong men was about to punch Xiang Zimao on the bridge of his nose, he swooped over and grabbed the opponent's fist.
"Boy, are you trying to show off?"
The strong man smiled ferociously.
Mu Bei was too lazy to pay attention to him and shook him away with his hand.
At the same time, Xiang Zimao's eyes widened: "Bei...Brother Bei!"
He had a look of astonishment on his face, as if he didn't expect to meet Mu Bei here.
Mu Bei pulled him to stand up: "What's going on?"
Xiang Zimao looked at the two strong men angrily: "I was watching the sea and chatting with a girl on the same voyage. These two people came up to tease me. I criticized a few words, and then they attacked me. I...I'm not Their opponents.”
At the end of his speech, he looked ashamed and his voice became as thin as a mosquito.
Mu Bei looked at the two strong men: "Is that what happened?"
The strong man whose fist was held by Mu Bei just now took a step forward, surrounded by a murderous aura, he looked at Mu Bei and said: "So what?"
Mu Bei raised his leg and kicked the strong man away more than ten feet. After he landed on the deck, he clutched his stomach and wailed, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
"Dare you take action?!"
Another strong man shouted angrily and punched Mubei.
Mu Bei arrived first and slapped the man on the face.
With a snap, this man flew up a few feet like the strong man before, with five clear finger prints appearing on his cheeks.
"So strong!"
Many people nearby exclaimed.
The two strong men were both warriors at the peak of bone forging, and their blood energy fluctuated astonishingly, but they were defeated by Mu Bei in the blink of an eye.
Xiang Zimao felt very relaxed, as if he had knocked these two people down.
"Thank you, Brother Bei!"
he said gratefully.
After thanking him, he couldn't help but show his shame again: "Speaking of which, my cultivation is the same as theirs, we are both at the peak of bone forging, but facing any of them, I am no match at all. It's really... "
"Normal." Mu Bei said: "Although you are also at the peak of bone forging, you have never experienced a few actual battles, and the two of them, surrounded by chilling auras, seem to have experienced at least dozens of life-and-death battles, with combat experience and cultivation. Their condensation speed far exceeds yours, so you are no match."
"You have to remember that cultivation is not just about improving your cultivation level. Combat experience is also a crucial part. Simply focusing on cultivation level without paying attention to actual combat experience will ultimately be just an embroidered pillow with only a superficial appearance. Of course, if you are a few realms higher Suppressing the enemy is another matter."
he said.
Xiang Zimao had a problem with him, but it was just a trivial matter. Later, this guy came to apologize and asked his father to come to help when the Wei Mansion and the Fan Mansion were looking for trouble for him. It was considered that he cared about him, so , he did not hesitate to share some of his spiritual insights with them.
Xiang Zimao looked solemn, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Brother Bei, for your advice!"
He is also a martial arts practitioner. What Mu Bei said to him this time can be regarded as "instruction" and has extraordinary significance.
In fact, his father had also said these words to him, but he had never taken them to heart before.
Now that Mu Bei said these words, he suddenly realized a lot.
"Crack, snap, snap."
Intermittent slaps suddenly sounded, and a man in black walked towards here from the end of the deck.
"He has good eyesight and good insights into martial arts."
The man's eyes fell on Mu Bei and said indifferently.
"Brother Hao!"
The two strong men, one covering his face and the other covering his stomach, walked to the man's side, one on the left and the other on the right, looking at Mu Bei fiercely.
Mu Bei glanced at the man in black and walked to the edge of the deck, not wanting to say anything to him.
Xiang Zimao quickly followed.
The man in black's face darkened, how dare Mu Bei ignore him like this!
With a shudder, he stopped Mu Bei: "The person who hit me wants to get away?"
"It's their fault for molesting civilian girls and beating others wantonly. If you want to stand out, I advise you not to do it, otherwise you will lose your face in the end."
Mu Bei looked at him.
"You mean, you are better than me?"
The man laughed wildly.
As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body exuded an extremely fierce aura, and the chilling air evaporated, as if a volcano was about to erupt.
Mu Bei sighed: "My focus is in the front, but your focus is in the back."
The man snorted coldly: "Stop talking to me! The key points are not important, and whose fault is not important. What is important is that you beat the person who arrested me, Chang Hao!" His eyes were sharp: "Kowtow and apologize, the matter will be revealed. , otherwise, I don’t mind beating you in public until you cry for father and mother!”
Mu Bei nodded: "I understand."
Lu Changhao said with satisfaction: "As long as you understand..."
"boom!"
A fist fell on his face, knocking him to the ground and bleeding from his mouth and nose.
Lu Changhao was shocked and angry: "You attacked?! Shameless!"
"You misunderstood." Mu Bei said: "What I mean by understanding is not surrender, but that you, like those two people, want to be beaten."
Lu Changhao was so angry that he jumped up and punched Mu Bei fiercely. The blood energy in the early stage of accumulating blood was powerful, and his fist style was strong and domineering.
The powerful punch made many people on the deck palpitate.
Mu Beimian didn't change his expression, he raised his hand casually to hold the opponent's fist, and pressed it down gently.
With a click, Lu Changhao's wrist bones cracked on the spot.
Mu Bei let go and simply swept his right leg, sending the opponent flying more than two feet away.
"Brother Hao!"
The two strong men exclaimed, quickly stepped forward and helped Lu Changhao up.
One of them said ferociously: "Do you know who we are? We are soldiers under the command of Marquis Yong'an, how dare you attack us like this!"
"You are attacking the army!"
He shouted harshly.
On the deck, everyone was shocked. Who in the Qin Kingdom didn't know the Marquis of Yong'an? He has been guarding the border for more than ten years, with great military achievements and a reputation far and wide!
These three people are actually the soldiers under the command of Marquis Yong'an? !
If this is true, it would be a serious crime to sentence Mu Bei to attack the army!
It can range from ten years in prison to death, or even be executed on trial!
Mu Bei's expression was as usual: "It turns out that there are scum under the command of the famous Yong'an Marquis." He looked at the three of them: "As soldiers of the Qin State, you are supposed to protect your family and the country, but now you are teasing the women of the people and beating the Qin Dynasty. My subjects, if Marquis Yongan finds out, what will he do?"
The expressions of the three of them changed, and one of the strong men said sternly: "Stop talking nonsense and spitting blood!"
"You dared to admit it before, why are you so timid now?"
Mubei Road.
"you……"
The man was furious.
At this time, a middle-aged man came up, followed by a group of military guards: "Guys, peace is the most important thing in everything, please stop, okay?"
Wearing the deacon's uniform of Ziwei Pavilion, he looked at Mu Bei and Lu Changhao one after another. He was obviously a person in charge of this sea boat.
Everyone was not surprised by this scene.
The sea voyage takes a long time, and disputes arise from time to time. At this time, the deacons of Ziwei Pavilion will often come to mediate.
"I do not mind."
Mubei Road.
Lu Changhao's eyes were fierce and he glanced at Mubei and said, "Just give Ziwei Pavilion some face!"
Even the royal family of Qin was afraid of the behemoth Ziwei Pavilion, so he had to restrain himself.
Moreover, he could see that he was no match for Mu Bei, and there would be no benefit in continuing.
After saying that, he left with two strong men.
Xiang Zimao came up and thanked Mu Bei again. During the chat, he asked about Mu Bei's trip.
"Border, join the army."
Mubeidao, there is nothing to hide.
Xiang Zimao's eyes widened with disbelief on his face, and then he looked happy again.
