Squeaky.
The carriage walked on a road that was not flat but still wide.
Chen Mu leaned against the carriage in a daze.
This is their third day away from Qingshan County.
The novelty when I first set out on the road has been numbed by the boring rush.
Sitting in the car every day, the scenery is constantly changing. As time passed, physical and mental fatigue still swept over me.
Zhang Ye lifted the curtains of the carriage and put one hand on the carriage.
Five or six horses were rushing toward them, and several people from the world were rushing past them.
Zhang Ye couldn't help but said sourly: "It's another group of people going shopping for treasure."
No one in the carriage paid him any attention. This was the first time he had regretted it.
"Uncle Zhang, you can go if you want." Chengming smiled.
"Go, go, what do children know!" Zhang Ye rolled his eyes.
Chen Mu looked back at the few Jianghu people who were leaving with the smoke.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the refugees from Qingshan County following behind the convoy.
Some people tried their best to escape, while others sharpened their heads and dug in.
"I don't know how many people will die."
Looking back, Chen Mu closed his eyes and ignored it.
It is a long distance from Qingshan County to Nanyang Prefecture.
According to Jie Jia, even if the wind and water go smoothly, it will take at least a month and a half.
"Such a long time cannot be wasted."
Chen Mu brought out the gray wall.
Writing: 1666/10000/second level;
Picture: 1533/10000/Second Order;
Throw: 7553/10000/Level 3;
Kestrel training technique: 5311/10000/Level 3;
Cooking skills: 806/10000/second level;
Pharmacy: 626/10000/Level 3;
Hidden Blade: 816/10000/Level 3;
Five Ghosts Moving Mountain Spell: 397/10000/Level 3;
Writing and drawing are omitted. He hasn't gained these two experiences for a long time.
Gravel can be found everywhere, and you can use locust stones to practice throwing, but the movement is a bit loud, so you have to give up.
If people see the Locust Stone, it cannot be used as a trump card.
You don’t need to practice your cooking skills deliberately. You can accumulate experience by cooking every day.
Pharmacy is not easy to handle. I have read all the medical books. You can also gain experience by preparing medicine by hand.
But, on my way...
Hidden sword can be used to practice sheathing the sword and hiding the sword.
But again, if there are too many people who know, it doesn’t count as a trump card.
Five ghosts moving the mountain curse?
Same as above.
"The breathing method in the training technique can be considered."
Chen Mu leaned against the carriage, his body swaying with the carriage, his breathing rhythm slowly adjusted, and he moved closer to the Kestrel Practicing Breathing Technique.
…
Shape training movements can stimulate different parts of the muscles.
Breathing methods are only effective if they are combined with it.
"If you can mobilize the corresponding muscles while sitting, can you also complete this coordination and achieve the exercise effect?"
In the next few days, along this line of thinking, Chen Mu pondered it when he had time.
Thanks to proficiency gray walls.
Throwing and improving the Hidden Blade have brought qualitative changes to the body.
In addition to improving physical fitness, it also improves overall body control.
Also benefit from proficiency gray walls.
Every time he tries, it brings him a lot of insights.
Let him gradually go further down this road.
…
"Old man, what's wrong with Brother Chen?" Zhang Ye looked curiously at Chen Mu, whose eyes were dull.
This state of affairs has lasted for three or four days.
He often falls into a daze and makes strange movements from time to time.
Sometimes I am surprised, sometimes I am happy and sometimes I am upset.
The response was slow, and it took him a long time to answer a question.
Jie Jia glanced at him and said calmly: "Practice."
This state of concentration and addiction was all too familiar to him. After being together for more than a year, he had met her more than once.
This trance state will occur once the other party engages in a certain skill practice.
Zhang Ye looked surprised. Can he practice kung fu even when he is in a daze?
Strange!
Immediately his eyes rolled, and he quietly reached out to grab the package beside Chen Mu.
The bulging bag must contain a lot of dried fruit and meat, right?
I often see Chengming Xiaodao children eating.
Just the smell of it makes your stomach lurch.
Suck it...
or? Try it...
Just as he was about to take action, he noticed two lines of sight.
Zhang Ye turned around and looked.
The eyelids were drooped and narrowed into slits, and the bright yellow eyes showed no emotion at all. This was Jie Jia.
His big eyes are bright and his blinking is clever. This is Chengming, a little Taoist boy.
Zhang Ye raised his eyebrows and winked at the two of them: "It will be an even deal."
Jie Jia had no expression on his face, calmly turned his head and looked forward.
Chengming chuckled, opened the car window curtain and looked out.
Zhang Ye rubbed his hands excitedly.
He started out as a street gangster. Even though he became the leader of a gang, his three-handed skills never failed.
He looked back at Fatty Du Xianwei. The other person is pretending to sleep with his eyes closed.
Very good, no one noticed, no one reminded.
Today, you have to taste the dried fruit and dried meat. What does it taste like? !
The rough palm slowly reached into the bag silently.
laugh!
A sharp sword tip suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Ye's eyes.
Zhang Ye's pupils shrank suddenly and his whole body froze in place.
His right hand was trembling as he took it back from the bag.
Uh-huh!
The dagger disappeared out of thin air.
Zhang Ye suddenly took a deep breath and touched his sweating forehead.
He glanced at Chen Mu, whose eyes were still dull, as if nothing had happened.
Zhang Ye quickly hid deep in the carriage.
I can't afford to offend, I can't afford to offend...
"Ha!" Chengming, the little Taoist boy, couldn't help laughing when he saw Zhang Ye's cowardice.
Then, with Zhang Ye's stunned expression, he easily took out two small cloth bags from the cloth bag.
One is handed to Jie Jia and the other is enjoyed by himself.
"I paid!" Chengming stared at Zhang Ye and smiled.
Zhang Ye: "..."
…
Xiaodong Mountain, Qingfeng View.
Before the altar was completed, the disciples of Qingfengguan were dismissed in batches by Feng Ren.
In the square in front of the Patriarch's Hall, the bustling martial arts practice scene in the past is no longer there.
There was only a row of dark iron human stakes left, deserted.
Clang!
A dark fist hit the iron man post.
Sparks flew.
Clang, clang, clang...
Sincerity’s fists are like hammers, constantly hitting.
After a while, a cracked pit appeared on the iron man pile.
Broken iron slag fell to the ground with dark red heat. The sincere fist was slightly hot and unscathed.
He was shirtless, with his hair hanging loosely. Both hands and arms are completely covered by a dark translucent film.
This was the courage he dreamed of.
With the help of Changsheng Yin, the training of the form technique has progressed rapidly. He was already stuck at the peak of Yi Mui, but he quickly developed his courage.
The vitality of longevity is powerful, quickly increasing the range of the soul, gradually covering both arms.
When it covers the whole body and looks like armor, it is the perfect achievement of armor.
But now there is no joy in the sincerity. To vent, usually hammer the wooden dummy continuously.
Next to the martial arts training ground, Wu Yin sat on a collapsed stone tablet.
He held a knife in one hand and a huge beef leg with sauce in the other.
Cut off the beef shank piece by piece and put it on the plate in front of you.
The chubby boy squatted in front of the stone tablet and guarded the white porcelain plate.
Wu Yin cut off a piece, and he grabbed a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, his face shiny after eating.
"I heard that you have a junior brother." Wu Yin was cutting meat and taking care of his grandson, chatting in a relaxed tone.
Clang!
Chengyi punched the iron man post hard, his eyes filled with hatred.
If it weren't for the master's preference for his junior brother. He won't kill his master either. Not to mention drinking the elixir of immortality and annihilating the path to immortality.
Damn Seimei!
Wu Yin chuckled with interest: "Actually, it's not impossible."
Sincerity suddenly turned his head, his face full of excitement.
Immediately his expression changed.
Wu Yin is his uncle, but he and his master are like enemies, but they are brothers after all. But he poisoned his master.
Thinking of his dream, he sincerely tried his best to smile: "Uncle, please give me some advice."
"Tell me about your junior brother, he has a big appetite?" Wu Yin smiled with interest.
Sincerity's face twisted for a moment. But in the end, he had to endure the hatred in his heart and gritted his teeth to tell Cheng Ming's past.
"Senior brother, you are worthy of coming from the same sect. We all have the same ideas." Wu Yin was stunned for a moment and said with a smile.
He immediately looked at Chengyi: "As long as you can take your junior brother to Shouyang Mountain, you can get a Thousand Machine Token."
"With the Thousand Machine Token, you can leave this barren land and live forever."
"The troubles caused by Changsheng may be solved in that unknown place."
Sincerity was immediately ecstatic.
I didn’t expect that my junior brother could have such an effect!
"Your master dismissed his disciples, leaving only you. Apparently he plans to take you to Shouyang Mountain with him."
"It's a pity that you are so smart that you decided to kill your master just for the sake of immortality."
"Do you think my senior brother died unjustly?" Wu Yin asked jokingly.
The expression of sincerity remains unchanged. With new hope, he quickly regained his former composure.
"I've been busy with my master's funeral these past few days, so I apologize for my poor reception." Sincerely apologized.
"Junior brother is young and is alone outside. My nephew is really worried, so he can only go and take care of him." Sincerity said with sincerity on his face: "I am extremely sorry that I cannot serve in front of my uncle."
Wu Yin pointed at his sincerity and laughed loudly: "This is so hypocritical, tsk tsk..."
…
Two days later.
On the carriage, Chen Muhuan dilated his pupils and slowly regained consciousness.
call!
He opened his mouth and let out a long breath.
Then he suddenly started to change his breathing rhythm.
He obviously sat there without moving. The muscles throughout the body are constantly rhythmic with breathing.
A wave of heat radiated from his body.
In this cold wind-swept southern country in winter, Chen Mu was like a human-shaped stove.
Cheng Ming, the little Taoist boy, couldn't help but move to the entrance of the carriage and get close to Chen Mu.
It was so warm.
A white mist rose from Chen Mu's head, which was steaming sweat.
Chen Mu took a deep breath and completed a breathing cycle.
Bring out the gray walls.
Kestrel training technique: 5352/10000/Level 3;
Increase proficiency a little.
"I'm really just an ordinary person."
"It takes ten years for an ordinary person to practice form and a hundred years to cultivate his soul. At my speed, how many years and months will it take for me to develop my courage?"
"I am born with a Taoist body, and I have practiced body and soul for three years for a hundred days. I practiced the breathing method once, and I only gained a little experience?!"
"Practice up to twenty times an hour."
"There is still an upper limit to physical strength."
“It’s a blessing to be able to reach 156 proficiency levels in one day!”
"Even if everything goes well, it will take more than a month to complete Yi Mui?!"
"I am indeed a disappointing ordinary person..."
"Brother Chen, what are you happy about?" Chengming stared at Chen Mu and asked curiously.
"Am I happy?"
"Did you see it wrong?"
Jiejia's bright yellow eyes slowly rolled, he glanced at Chen Mu and said calmly: "You almost grinned to your ears."
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"I am so sad and angry!"
"It's sad!"
"I'm just an ordinary person with mediocre talents. What right do I have to be happy?"
"I'm so sad!"
