Ping'anfang, Chen Mu's home.
"Two poor guys." Chen Mu fiddled with a few pieces of silver in disappointment.
Their return gifts were far worse than those of Painter Yan!
Fortunately, his portrait business has been booming recently, so he can afford the money.
The two green-skinned gangsters have broken their legs, so they won't be able to trouble him for at least half a year.
After collecting the broken silver, Chen Mu came to the west side of the yard.
There is a small pile of gravel under the thatched shed.
This was specially collected by him for practicing locust stones.
Woo...bang!
Woo...bang!
A series of low roaring explosions rose in the yard.
An hour later, Chen Mu rubbed his sore arms and stopped practicing.
"You can't practice at home anymore." Chen Mu frowned and stared at the bumpy earth wall. He was afraid of smashing the wall.
With a thought, I brought up the gray wall.
Writing: 1132/10000/second level;
Picture: 569/10000/Second Order;
Throw: 1331/10000/second level;
He trained the Locust Stone to the second level, and its power gradually became apparent.
It can hit hundreds of times within ten meters, and its impact is also very powerful, even comparable to small-caliber firearms in previous lives.
It was precisely because of the power of the locust stone that he was able to break the legs of the two gangsters in twos and twos.
"This is only the second level..." Chen Mu sighed expectantly.
After a short rest, Chen Mu continued to ponder the kestrel training technique.
According to Sheng Hong, body training is a secret technique that can transform a person.
With the deepening of practice, you can gradually break through the limits of the human body and gain abilities such as strength, speed, and reaction that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve.
This was also the reason why Captain Lu took a step forward of five to six meters.
Kestrel training focuses on improving speed.
The difficulty lies in the breathing method. It has a whole set of requirements for breathing.
Sixty breaths are taken as one section, and each breath has specific requirements for the depth and speed of each breath.
And they connect and echo before and after, forming a cycle.
Chen Mu needs to change his breathing habits to keep himself in this cycle.
Then, you can correctly combine the various postures of the training technique, so that you can truly get started.
These days he has been trying to change his breathing habits. Now I can basically ensure that my breathing is stable.
Today is the time to experiment with leap coordination.
Chen Mu concentrated on running around the yard in strict accordance with the footwork taught by Sheng Hong.
At a certain moment, there is a sudden connection between breathing and overall movement.
The whole person is like a car with the clutch released, with strength and movement hooked up.
The whole body's strength suddenly became smoother.
As soon as the movement stopped, Chen Mu immediately called out the gray wall.
Writing: 1132/10000/second level;
Picture: 569/10000/Second Order;
Throw: 1372/10000/second level;
Kestrel training technique: 3/10000/level one;
"Finally on the list."
…
West Market, Baoan Tang.
A small pharmacy tucked away in a small alley.
Usually the people who come here to see a doctor and get medicine are ordinary people.
Chen Mu was wearing a gray and white gown, walking on the green brick path, walking through the narrow alley that looked like a thin line of sky, and walked into this inconspicuous drug store.
A quarter of an hour later, he left quickly carrying a bag of medicinal materials.
After that, he went to several other small drug stores and bought some medicinal materials. Then he hurried home.
Kestrel training has begun, and you need to take the matching secret medicine.
If you buy medicine separately, you are afraid that the drug store will spot it.
Weigh the medicinal materials according to the prescription, pour them into the casserole and start cooking.
"There must be something special about it, but now we can only do this." Chen Mu sighed.
Taking medicine, eating meat and practicing martial arts, Chen Mu kept doing these things as long as he stayed at home.
It may seem boring to ordinary people, but he actually enjoys it a little bit.
It's just that every few days he has to go out and paint people's portraits.
This is the only source of income currently and cannot be cut off.
Of course, occasionally he would go to the county government office to help draw wanted portraits.
This is what Du Xianwei had promised before.
Although it is a free job, it is not without its benefits.
At least there were no more street gangsters to give him trouble.
…
Time passed slowly, half a month later.
Chen Mu walked out of the house and was going to Dongshi to buy meat.
Chen Mu was immersed in practicing martial arts, which consumed a lot of energy. You must eat two kilograms of meat at every meal, otherwise you will not be able to resist hunger at all.
In order to supplement nutrition, Chen Mu plans to buy a few hens and raise a few sheep. Pair it with goat milk and eggs.
He was deeply afraid of losing his hair.
As soon as I arrived at Dongshi, I saw people crowding the intersection.
Zheng Tu, the meat seller, was leaning on the street corner to join in the fun.
"Why are there so many people around?" Chen Mu approached Zheng Tu and asked.
"Do you still remember the case of the Wang family's murder? The thief was caught. Today, he will beheaded." Zheng Tu's cheeks were swaying with fat, as if he was watching the excitement.
When Chen Mu heard this, he stepped up and looked.
There is a circular stone platform three or four meters in diameter in the center of the intersection.
Kneeling on the stone platform was a prisoner wearing prison uniform, his feet were chained, his hands were tied behind his back, and his head was covered with a black cloth bag to cover his face.
The area around Shitai was filled with government officials and policemen.
To the north of the street entrance was a gray cloth shed, with three men in official uniforms sitting under it.
The one in the middle is a middle-aged man in his forties.
He has a Chinese character face, slightly dark skin, and an expressionless face. He is the magistrate of Qingshan County.
Duxian Lieutenant, who protects the country and the people, is sitting on the left side of the other party.
On the other side is an old man in his fifties or sixties with a gray beard. Chen Mu guessed that it should be the county magistrate of Qingshan County.
Zheng Tu whispered: "That gangster is also very powerful. It is said that in order to catch him, Captain Lu was seriously injured."
Can it hurt Lu Baotou?
It seems that he is also a strong man who has practiced the art of training!
Suddenly there was a noise from the crowd, and Chen Mu couldn't help but turn around and saw the thief who had taken off his hood.
Staring at that face, Chen Mu's heart skipped a beat.
This man looks exactly like the picture on the wanted poster.
But he knew clearly that the wanted poster was drawn by painter Yan, and it was still four to five points away from the thief's true appearance.
"This guy is not a real gangster who wipes out entire families!"
"Accidentally arresting the wrong person? Or was the county government looking for a scapegoat?"
Don't think too much and leave quickly!
"Cut ten pounds of meat for me, half tenderloin and five belly. I'll buy some white wheat first and pick it up later." Chen Mu said to Zheng Tu and left in a hurry without waiting for his answer.
After taking a few steps, there was a call from behind. Chen Mu paused, then strode away.
…
In Anlefang, Dongshi, in Ruyi Zhaiya Room, seven or eight people were drinking and chatting.
A middle-aged man with a round face and small eyes, full of affluence, sat at the top.
"Recently, there is a young painter with superb painting skills in the city. It is said that the portraits he paints are like real people. Have you heard of Mr. Yan?" The middle-aged man said to the painter Yan beside him with a smile.
Painter Yan's heart skipped a beat as the old god said, "I heard that my boss is interested in his painting skills?"
The rich middle-aged man nodded: "Yes. Joining our Miao Painting Workshop can increase the influence of the Miao Painting Workshop."
"But I heard that he has something to do with the Yamen, so it's hard to touch him." Painter Yan looked embarrassed.
"Mr. Yan was wrong. We can't be too harsh on such a talent." The rich middle-aged man shook his head.
"We have connections in Miaohua Studio, and he has painting skills. If he cooperates with us, he will have more customers, and we will increase our influence. It's a win-win situation."
"Then I'll give it a try." Painter Yan nodded.
"Thank you for your hard work." The rich middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction.
After that, there was another round of changing glasses.
After the meal, Painter Yan left everyone with a smile on his face.
He left Ruyizhai with two sturdy followers.
Not far away, the smile on his face gradually turned cold.
"I didn't expect that boy to become famous!" Painter Yan secretly hated him.
"Zhang Qing and Li Fan are really two losers. If they had been destroyed long ago, how could this happen!" Painter Yan felt threatened.
"Once that kid enters the Miao Painting Studio, my status will not be guaranteed." Painter Yan frowned in thought.
"No, we must get rid of that kid!" Painter Yan glanced at the two strong men behind him.
"These two people are related to Miao Painting Studio and cannot be used." Painter Yan thought to himself.
"I can't say I have to go to the ghost market. It's another waste of money. Damn boy!" Painter Yan left quickly with a livid face.
