When Su Mo arrived home, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, an hour later than usual.
He opened the door quietly, only to see orange light coming from the room, and there was a faint voice from the living room:
"...If you want to get married, you must marry the best man in the world and get married to him..."
Stepping through the entrance hall, I saw the hand girl, who was covered in black mist, sitting on the sofa, watching TV attentively.
"Where's Xiaomeng?"
"Ultraman has fallen asleep after watching it."
The handsome girl stood up from the sofa, her beautiful figure and crystal clear hands clearly visible.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't eat at home tonight?"
Su Mo glanced at the five dishes and one soup covered with dust-proof vegetable covers on the dining table.
The hand girl said softly:
"I was afraid that you wouldn't have enough to eat outside, so I made some more. If I can't eat it tonight, I can eat it tomorrow."
"That's a coincidence. I only had seven bowls of beef noodles at night, which is really not enough."
Su Mo smiled slightly.
The mist on the hand girl's body swayed slightly, and she started working happily.
Ordinary people usually use a microwave to heat food, but in his house it's not that troublesome.
I saw the handmaiden opening the transparent dish cover and waving her hands slightly in the air. The five dishes and one soup on the table immediately seemed to have been heated, exuding a fragrant and fragrant heat.
Su Mo sat down at the table, and the handmaid handed over the rice cooker at the right time.
The glistening rice was piled high, with a small hole dug out on the edge, which was obviously eaten by Xiaomeng.
Su Mo took the rice cooker and started a new round of sweeping the dishes on the table.
After I had eaten and drank enough, the water in the bathroom was also put away.
Su Mo threw the clothes into the dirty clothes basket, and the handmaiden carried the dirty clothes basket to the washing machine, and then cleared the dining table.
After taking a comfortable bath, he walked to the table while wiping his hair.
The Biluochun on the table has been soaked. I picked it up and drank it gently. I felt that my whole body was so happy that it reached my bones.
Looking at the clean and tidy house, Su Mo felt inexplicably emotional.
Think about the terrible life I lived when I was working in my previous life.
Although now he has unimaginable power and wealth in his previous life.
But if he really lived alone, with his carefree temperament, he might not be able to live much better than in his previous life.
This home really needs a gentle and virtuous mistress.
It was a wise decision to kidnap her back.
It's a pity that she didn't bring back much suitable weird food during this period, which makes her feel a little sorry.
As the head of the family, I have really neglected my duty.
I hope those weirdos outside can be more discerning and take the initiative to come to his bowl.
Su Mo finished his tea, turned off the light, and walked directly upstairs.
There are three bedrooms on the second floor, and the one on the left is the children's room.
Su Mo unfolded the vacuum field and touched in quietly.
I saw a small solid wood spliced toy bed placed on the pink children's bed.
Su Mo bought this toy bed online. At that time, he accidentally bought it too big and it was 50 centimeters long.
For Xiao Menglai, it is almost equivalent to a four-meter-long bed for a 1.8-meter-long adult.
However, Xiao Meng liked this bed quite a lot. She would sleep on this bed at noon and night, covered with her favorite Ultraman quilt.
I don’t know what’s going on with this kid, but he really likes Ultraman.
Su Mo saw her sleeping soundly holding the little dolphin, a smile appeared on her lips, and she walked out silently.
Standing in front of Hand Girl's bedroom, Su Mo wanted to go in and have a look, but finally chose to give up.
He returned to the empty master bedroom and took out the book of secret martial arts that he had traded for half a bag of stone powder.
It was a palm-sized booklet, no more than a finger thick, made of neither gold nor silver, but very tough.
If you think about it carefully, if it weren't for this special material, I'm afraid it wouldn't have been preserved for such a long time.
The cover of the booklet says [Poyun Fist] in a special character.
According to Chen Shuo, this kind of writing is called [Yi Wen], which is a kind of writing that was circulated in the ancient spiritual world.
Generally written using spiritual power or spiritual will, it can well convey the writer's meaning and feelings.
Even people who don't know this kind of writing can easily understand its meaning when they come into contact with the Italian text.
This is also the reason why many ancient inheritances have not been completely cut off.
At this moment, looking at the words on the cover, Su Mo felt a very strong momentum from it.
It was a kind of domineering and arrogant attitude.
This is not an illusion, but the writer's own martial arts will.
If you can't understand this kind of martial arts will, you will never be able to learn it no matter how long you study this book of secret martial arts.
Su Mo opened the cover. The words inside were iron-painted and silver-hooked. They were impressive. There was even a certain fist intention hidden among the many words. That was the essence of Poyun Fist, and it was also the secret martial art that could only be practiced by one person. reason.
Because once the fist intention is absorbed, it is just an ordinary booklet.
Su Mo read the explanation in the text while absorbing the meaning of the fist.
He flipped through the thin booklet almost all night long.
When the sky was almost bright and the morning glow filled the sky, Su Mo slowly closed the last page.
He closed his eyes slightly in front of the table, with countless meanings rolling and colliding in his mind.
There are countless battle scenes and transport details using Poyun Fist.
The martial arts master who wrote this volume of Poyun Fist is named Zhen Nantian.
At its peak, his cultivation was comparable to that of an eighth-level practitioner, and one punch could shatter a boulder a hundred feet away.
According to Zhen Nantian's estimation, once the Cloud-breaking Fist is cultivated to the highest level expected, one punch can even break the clouds in the sky.
Referring to ordinary martial arts, it requires years and months of hard work before you can truly achieve success.
Practicing the secret martial art is naturally quite time-consuming. Even if there is a strong person from the previous generation to guide you in the beginning, it will take a long time to study hard to reach the top level. In addition, it will inevitably require unique talents.
But for Su Mo, it doesn't need to be so complicated, just add a few points.
The points added here are not attribute points, but skill points additionally rewarded by the system.
When the cumulative delivery of food reaches one order, ten orders, one hundred orders, one thousand orders, etc., career achievements will be triggered and skill points will be awarded.
Skill points can be used to practice all martial arts, medicine, cooking and other skills.
Theoretically, he can even master the practitioners' spells by adding points, but he can't display them without spiritual power in his body.
"Excluding the 50 points I spent on learning Bajiquan, boiling soft-boiled eggs, whistling, snapping fingers and other skills, I still have 516 unused skill points, which should be enough to practice Poyunquan to the highest level. "
"Let me see your limits now!"
Su Mo didn't hesitate and immediately started adding more points.
Spend 1 point to master the first level.
Spend 5 points to master the second level.
Spend 10 points to master the third level.
Spend 20 points to master the fourth level.
…
Consume 130 points and reach the ninth level of Dzogchen.
After mastering the ninth level that Zhen Nantian expected by adding points, Su Mo felt that all the essence of the fist in his mind suddenly merged into one, and an unprecedented understanding took shape in his heart. It is the highest secret of Poyun Fist, and its It's called [Cloud Breaking Strike], and it's the pinnacle that Zhen Nantian has never reached even after spending his entire life.
Su Mo pushed open the window, followed the impulse in his heart, looked at the morning glow in the east, and punched out.
It was like a blazing thunder exploding in the air, waking up the entire city.
A fierce and domineering fist tore through the red-orange morning glow.
Looking at the brilliant sunlight shining through the remaining clouds, Su Mo murmured to himself:
"It can really break the clouds..."
