The golden crow is born, the sun is warm.
It rained heavily for several days, and then came the rare good weather.
The city washed by heavy rain is particularly refreshing.
Changqing Street, Taixi City, a breakfast shop.
Although it is only a corner of the entire county, it also shows all aspects of life in this world.
The young man in a long robe glared at his young son and scolded him for going to school. As a result, his son's eyes were even bigger than his.
The MILF's aunt put her hands on her waist and scolded her husband for his fooling around last night.
Two old men sat opposite each other, across the table, carefully holding bowls of porridge and slurping away. They chatted for a while about which brothel's top celebrity had run away.
For a while, we talked about the rare heavy rain last night, the weather these days, and complained about whether the Dragon King was in a bad mood recently.
The owner of the stall, Old Man Han, was kneading dough on the counter behind him, with wrinkles on his face, looking at the customers sitting down with a smile on his face, a look of satisfaction on his face.
It was an ordinary morning, not much different from what it would be in later generations.
The only difference is that young people teach children that if they don't listen, they can only become beggars. The two old men chatted about the weather, and also mixed in some strange words such as whether the dragon king was angry, immortal masters fighting, etc.
Chen Xiu was already used to this.
After all, this is a world where Buddhism, Taoism, and demons coexist. Even if the Dragon King is a foot-picking man, this is not unacceptable.
In the sunshine, Shen Xiu sat quietly in a breakfast shop not far from Jinhong Martial Arts School, ordering a basket of steamed buns, waiting slowly, and lazily staring at the people walking on the street.
After practicing martial arts all day, it is rare to take a break now.
There were not that many tasks for them to do in this city. Shen Xiu stayed in the martial arts hall these two days and only went out occasionally.
This martial art is simply not very enjoyable to practice.
Nowadays, Shen Xiu is also swollen and has to drink two bowls of soy milk in the morning.
Shen Xiu has eaten at other breakfast shops on this street, but the steamed buns made by Old Man Han at this restaurant are just to his liking. They are white and big.
Now as a second-level martial arts cultivator, the energy provided by these is negligible, let alone supplementary.
He came to eat just to satisfy the familiar desire of his mouth and tongue.
Otherwise, he would not love having breakfast at this breakfast shop so much.
But for some unknown reason, Old Man Han closed his shop a few days ago and only opened it today. This is Shen Xiu's first time here since returning to Taixi City.
Old Man Han didn't let Shen Xiu wait long. After a cage of meat buns had just been steamed, he took out a cage of hot meat buns from those steamers and prepared to bring them to Shen Xiu's table.
"Sir, your buns are ready."
Old Man Han's back is a little curved. I don't know if it is because of his age. He walks a little shaky, and the hands holding the buns are trembling.
Looking at such an old man, Shen Xiu didn't want the old man to carry it over, so he went to get it alone.
However, Chen Xiu's behavior seemed to cause some kind of offense to Old Man Han.
Old Man Han's face flashed with fear, and he quickly shouted, "You can't do it, you can't do it."
In his eyes, the opponent was wearing a training robe and had a brave aura. He was obviously one of those warriors who wielded swords and guns. How could he dare to let the opponent do it himself?
If there is no unintentional offense, a spanking is a trivial matter.
In response, Shen Xiu felt a little sad for no reason, smiled and ignored the old man.
She took the cage of meat buns from his hand, sat down by the window, and ate by herself.
The buns made by Old Man Han taste good, but one thing that makes him regretful is that there are no dumplings here.
Not only Old Man Han, but also on this bustling Changqing Street, Shen Xiu even searched for it but couldn't find it.
If there were dumplings and pot stickers, Shen Xiu would have no regrets at this time.
At this time, the conversation of several people nearby caught Shen Xiu's attention.
"Have you heard about the incident in Tianshui Village? It is said that the white-bone demon wandering around a few days ago slaughtered the village. Now the village is completely dead, leaving a lot of skeletons behind, and it has completely become a dead place..."
"Last week I planned to take over a job with a drug dealer in the village, but something unexpected happened, so I quit the job and didn't go. It was really a risk...
The tone of the latecomer's words clearly contained the joy of surviving the catastrophe.
"When will this bone demon be solved? I don't know what the strength of that thing is?"
"Three realms? Four realms?"
"You know, we still have to rely on the adults of Xuanjian Division. I heard that they have arrived in our Taixi City before. I just saw those two people going to Jinhong Martial Arts School. It seems they are looking for some manpower..."
"Do the adults of the Hanging Sword Division still need manpower? Isn't it said that their lowest strength is also a martial arts cultivator in the three realms of bone-cutting..."
"I'm just looking for some disciples to start with. I really hope I can find some fighting strength..."
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The intermittent sounds around him slowly reached Shen Xiu's ears. He was about to return to the martial arts gym, but he actually stopped when he heard the last sentence in the conversation.
The Xuanjian Division in Shanglin City was an official institution of the Dajing Dynasty.
Specializing in dealing with events that ordinary people cannot handle, such as killing demons and monsters, evil beasts and the like, is one of its important responsibilities.
He has already seen the figure of the Bone Demon, and he is not sure whether the Xuanjian Division can deal with him. It is certainly not a good thing when those people go to the martial arts gym.
He doesn't want to get involved because of his current strength position.
Before the world outside the city became clear, he might as well stay in the city honestly.
His current thoughts.
In addition to becoming stronger, it is to make yourself stronger.
He no longer has the ability to resist even the slightest bit when facing that bone demon again.
With the arrival of a new month, Shen Xiu received the five servings of Pei Yuan Soup provided by the martial arts school and started a new round of boxing training.
Duan Jiaoxi taught him the follow-up supporting mental method of subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger. Now that he has entered the fifth realm, after reaching a proficient level, he has obviously the potential to subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger.
The river of fist strength is surging and its power is endless.
Now, he might be able to punch a second-level martial arts kid with one punch.
He wanted to see what kind of improvement in strength would be in the six realms after the Dragon Subduing Tiger Technique.
After wandering around the Lishui River and practicing boxing for a few days, he found another good place, which was to wade into the river and practice boxing among the turbulent water.
The resistance in water is more than ten times that of air, making it more difficult and sticky to move.
Therefore, the difficulty of practicing boxing and tempering the body increased exponentially. At the same time, the progress gained also doubled.
As he continued to practice, Shen Xiu discovered a strange place. He found that the water flow in Lishui River seemed to be different from other places.
Often when he punched out, the same water force would come back, even stronger than the force he punched. It was called a wave, but it was a bit different from a wave.
