Ping'anfang
Chen Mu sat beside the stove under the thatched shed.
There was a small stove next to the stove, and the casserole on it was steaming. The strong medicinal smell spreads.
He was brewing the Kestrel's secret training potion.
This secret medicine was worth a lot of money, one tael of silver per serving, which really made Chen Mu feel distressed.
If his portrait business hadn't been relatively stable now, he wouldn't have dared to practice at all.
After the secret medicine is boiled, pour it out and let it warm. Chen Mu drinks it in one gulp.
After rubbing my stomach a few times, I started practicing the kestrel training technique in the yard.
Chen Mu's figure moved left and right, running around the yard, his sleeves being pulled by the air, and his speed was comparable to a hundred-meter sprint.
After running for a quarter of an hour, Chen Mu stopped. He took a deep breath, and his chest that kept rising and falling quickly calmed down.
As the proficiency of the kestrel training technique increases, its effects begin to show.
Chen Mu's overall fitness has improved overall. Strength, speed, and endurance are enhanced to varying degrees.
After running fast for a quarter of an hour, my breath quickly subsided and I still had some energy left.
"If this speed had been achieved in the previous Olympic Games, not a single sprint or long-distance champion would have been able to win!"
Writing: 1245/10000/second level;
Picture: 663/10000/Second Order;
Throw: 2465/10000/Level 2;
Kestrel training technique: 1050/10000/level one;
"Another 15 points of experience have been gained."
"It's better to have the secret medicine to work with." Chen Mu sighed.
After more than twenty days of practice, each time you practice with the secret medicine, you can gain 8 to 15 experience points.
You will have the most experience when you first take the secret medicine, and it will decrease later.
Since he had to practice with all his strength every time, he could only practice six or seven times a day at most.
Any more and your whole body will be sore and unbearable. Probably reaching the physical limit.
In this way, you can increase your proficiency by about fifty points in one day.
"Breaking through the second level will lead to a qualitative change, and there is a high probability that Yijin will be completed."
Sheng Hong told him that there are three levels of changes in the training technique, which are tendons, bones, and marrow.
Every change will greatly improve physical fitness and break through the limits of ordinary people.
"Based on fifty experiences per day, it will take about 179 days to complete Yijin, which is about half a year." Chen Mu calculated silently.
"You can surpass most ordinary people after practicing for half a year. This speed is not bad. Hehe."
As for how long the next two levels will take, he can't guarantee.
It is said that it is getting more and more difficult.
Fortunately, with gray wall proficiency, you can always master it with a little diligence.
Thinking of this, Chen Mu suddenly felt at ease.
Let’s practice.
…
The morning passed quickly.
Chen Mu lit a fire to cook, cooked white wheat, fried vegetables, cut two kilograms of braised pork, and ate it in large gulps.
As he practiced martial arts for a long time, his appetite grew bigger and bigger.
Meat is not eaten every meal, and five or six taels of silver are spent on food alone in a month.
Plus the secret medicine for body training. The total monthly expenditure is at least thirty-five taels.
My predecessor had never even seen so much money!
"Fortunately, those uncles and aunties are rich enough." Chen Mu no longer hopes for the singer and the young lady.
He was going to walk all the way between the uncle and the aunt.
After having dinner and changing into clean clothes, Chen Mu went out and walked into the county town.
Today I have an appointment to take a portrait of an official named Li.
Over the past few months, Chen Mu has become extremely skilled in this business.
When we arrived at the place, we started quickly, and in the evening, we wandered home with more than ten taels of silver in writing fees.
He now has a client about every three or four days.
There can be seven or eighty taels in January.
If it weren't for the support of this money, he wouldn't dare to practice martial arts.
"You can't be complacent. This business will eventually be finished." Chen Mu was very sober.
Those who could afford to have his portrait painted were only those rich and powerful people in the city. After all, the quantity is limited.
"We have to find ways to increase revenue and reduce expenditure."
He has no idea about open source for the time being.
He does have some ideas about saving money.
The biggest expense at present is the secret medicine.
The most expensive medicinal material is simply called Qianxucao, and one plant costs half a tael of silver.
That thing is found in the mountains outside the city. But it grows in inaccessible places and is difficult to collect.
There seemed to be hunters collecting this medicine in my former hometown village.
"I have to take time to go back to my hometown." Chen Mu thought silently.
…
In the evening, Painter Yan dismissed his two followers and walked out of Anlefang.
We came to an inconspicuous carriage and horse racing shop in Dongshi.
He got into a black carriage and left the city.
Half an hour later, the carriage entered a deserted village and stopped in a courtyard with half of the earth wall collapsed.
As the last ray of sunlight disappears.
The desolate and silent village became lively.
One by one, people wearing cloaks and covering their faces walked out of the broken houses.
Lanterns were hung on both sides of the street, and many street stalls appeared along the road.
The items sold were strange and weird, including antiques, medicinal materials, tattered books, unknown animal meat, and even a pitch black skull.
Painter Yan didn't dare to look any further, so he wrapped his cloak tightly around his body and quickly walked into a small alley.
When he came out again, his face covered with black cloth couldn't help but turn white.
"Damn poor boy! Your life is so valuable!" Painter Yan twitched in distress.
"If the scholar establishes a relationship with Goulanwasi through Miaohua Studio, how can he still have my business?!" Painter Yan's teeth itched with hatred. More than one singer has asked him about Chen Mu.
On the carriage back to the city, Painter Yan leaned against the carriage and closed his eyes to rest.
"There is a reason for having more money. At least I can get rid of the scholar without anyone noticing. No one will doubt me." Painter Yan could only comfort himself in this way.
In just a few days, the scholar would die unexpectedly, and he would be completely safe.
"I told you, the water in this business is very deep, you really can't grasp it." Painter Yan sneered.
"Good words can't persuade a damned devil."
"This scholar is dead as long as he is alive. The boss has to find a way to fool him." Painter Yan pondered.
I was thinking about how to deal with the suspicion of the owner of Miaohua Studio.
Suddenly I felt a cool breeze blowing.
Painter Yan opened his eyes involuntarily and realized that the carriage had stopped at some point.
When he was about to ask, he found someone sitting opposite him.
Painter Yan was suddenly startled.
The cool breeze came out of the carriage curtains, and the moonlight penetrated into the carriage, illuminating half of the face of the person opposite.
Painter Yan suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.
"You...you are!"
Poof!
There was a flash of silver light.
Painter Yan's heart suddenly hurt, his whole body stiffened for a moment, and then started to tremble. After a while, it was completely lifeless.
The curtains turned and the moonlight shone, revealing an indifferent face.
If you look carefully, you can see that he looks very similar to the beheaded culprit who destroyed the Wang family!
The man just stared coldly at Painter Yan's frightened and pale face.
The next moment, the cool breeze blew and the figure disappeared.
…
Qingshan County Government Office Gate
As soon as Chen Mu walked out of the yamen gate, he met Mr. Lu.
"Mr. Chen, I haven't seen you for a while." Mr. Lu greeted him with a smile.
"Captain Lu is feeling better." Chen Mu responded with the same smile.
The last time he arrested the culprit of the Wang family's annihilation, Mr. Lu suffered a head injury and was ill for a long time.
"It's okay." Mr. Lu waved his hand nonchalantly: "How is Mr. Chen's practice of shaping skills going?"
"Forget it, I'm not that material." Chen Mu said with a look of reluctance.
The smile on Capt. Lu's face faltered. He was still waiting to take out Chen Mu's money, so why did he give up?
"If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me." Mr. Lu said sincerely.
"Really!" Chen Mu's face was full of surprise.
"Of course!" Mr. Lu said with a smile on his face. As long as you give him some sweetness and see the hope of practicing martial arts, you can always lure people to Sheng Hong.
He has spent a lot of money recovering from his injuries recently, and he is in urgent need of an income.
"Oh, let's forget it. I'm too tired from practicing martial arts..." After saying that, Chen Mu strode away with a face full of shame.
Mr. Lu, who was about to continue his persuasion, was suddenly stunned.
Too tired?
How do you want me to advise you?
Who wouldn’t be tired from practicing martial arts!
He looked at Chen Mu's back like he was looking at a big pile of long-legged silver.
He ran away...
