Nanyang Mansion, Shanglinfang.
There is an octagonal pavilion on the west side of the spacious house, surrounded by an artificially dug pond.
The pool is connected to the nearby Luohe River through an underground passage and flows slowly.
The water quality is excellent and crystal clear, and occasionally fish can be seen swimming at the bottom.
Chen Mu was wearing a gray gown, and his hair was tied up with gray cloth.
He leaned against the pillar and sat on a bench at the edge of the pavilion. Put your right leg on your left knee.
Then he held his right foot and gestured.
After picking his right foot and his left foot, Chen Mu sighed: "It's hard to cultivate courage."
Since I gained courage, my daily intake of food is balanced and nutritious, and I also drink specially prepared dairy products from time to time. And God’s intention to cooperate with the breathing method has never ceased.
But one month has passed, and Huang Dou’s determination has not changed at all.
Jie Jia, who was sitting next to the stone table under the pavilion, had a look of disgust on his face: "Vigor can travel throughout the body, why do you have to stretch your feet to see?!"
Chen Mu was startled, with a look of embarrassment on his face: "I forgot!"
Jie Jia: "..."
Chen Mu put on her shoes and socks as if nothing had happened, moved her courage to the palm of her hand, and continued to observe.
"Can a hundred years of cultivation really improve your soul?" Chen Mu was deeply doubtful: "You will almost die if you practice it."
"Yes." Jiejia lowered his head and said calmly: "Whether you die or not, you will know after practice."
"Can Jiapo also extend life?" Chen Mu became interested.
Jie Jia, however, remained silent.
Chen Mu shrugged and didn't care. It was too far to think about it now. Now he is more concerned about maintaining his soul.
"Is it only the early stages of wandering that accumulate so slowly? Do you need to accumulate more and more?"
"It's always been so slow." Jie Jia rubbed the silver beads leisurely: "You're just getting slower."
"The Kestrel training technique is not ordinary." Chen Mu sighed in disappointment.
Youpo is the source of Jiapo. If the training skills are poor, the traveling spirit will be poor. The effect is low and the accumulation speed is slow. Without the secret medicine to shorten the accumulation time, it would never be possible to develop a armor within a hundred years.
"One more thing." Jie Jia glanced at Chen Mu: "A hundred years of cultivation means that you must practice Jia Po before you are a hundred years old. It does not mean that you can cultivate Jia Po as long as you practice for a hundred years."
"This is not a description, it is a requirement, it is a condition."
Chen Mu was suddenly startled.
He always thought that this sentence was a summary of cultivation.
It takes ten years to practice form and a hundred years to practice soul.
But according to Jie Jia's theory, the warrior must complete the training and become a Jia Soul before he is a hundred years old!
Even judging from Jie Jia’s attitude, this is just a passing grade!
Seeing that there was no progress at all, Chen Mu looked ridiculous. It was so outrageous!
"Do you know how long it takes for an ordinary warrior to practice to perfection?" Jie Jia asked calmly.
"In the past thirty years, the total number of people who have died in my hands is two hundred and forty-six."
"Twenty-six years, this is the average value of training."
"In the shortest five years, he is a direct descendant of a noble family."
"The longest one is forty-seven years, a loose person in the world."
"Unless you have the guts."
Chen Mu suddenly froze on the spot.
Twenty-six years? so long? !
It's just a matter of practice. There is still a hundred years of spiritual cultivation behind!
No, it should be called Baisui Nourishing Soul. The actual cultivation time is only seventy or eighty years at most!
"According to what you said, it would be as difficult as climbing to the sky to become a Jiapo!" Chen Mu had a look on his face that said, "Are you trying to fool me?" "Is there really anyone who can do it?!"
Jie Jia's hand rubbing the silver beads paused, his bright yellow eyes rolled, and he glanced at Chen Mu.
"have."
"Have you seen it?" Chen Mu didn't believe it.
"Me." Jie Jia's face was calm and calm.
Chen Mu: "..."
grass!
There is so much foreshadowing, just show me this!
This one from Versailles... was caught off guard.
…
Chen Mu didn't want to pay attention to this arrogant old man.
He took out a fist-sized white porcelain bottle from his sleeve and handed it to Jie Jia: "Do you know this medicine?"
Jie Jia looked at Chen Mu's hand and didn't take it.
Chen Mu rolled his eyes and placed the porcelain bottle on the stone table.
Jie Jia took out a white handkerchief, pulled out the cork and took a look.
"You haven't eaten, have you?" Jiejia looked sideways at Chen Mu.
I'm not stupid! How dare you take unknown medicines?
Although the ingredients have not been fully analyzed, it can indeed replenish qi and blood. It depends on Jie Jia’s attitude...
Chen Mu stared at the white porcelain bottle suspiciously: "Is there a problem?"
"It's called Dragon Transformation Pill. It strengthens the essence and accelerates the accumulation of blood energy. It can shorten the training time. It increases the chance of the birth of a wandering soul." Jie Jia said lightly.
Good stuff, how come...
"There is a trace of Zhaodianhong in the medicine. It contains vitality and is the main ingredient to speed up training."
"Eating Zhaodianhong will pollute the essence and spirit, and the body will become impure."
"If the soul is not pure, it will not be able to open the gate of heaven."
"There are similar elixirs in the Jianghu such as marrow extracting pills, Huangya Dan, etc. Zhuyige sells them, right?"
Chen Mu immediately shook his head.
He would not eat randomly if he knew there were hidden dangers.
But, open the Tianmen? What is Kaitianmen?
"It won't be too late to find out when you are a hundred years old." Jie Jia said lightly.
Is it the realm of cultivation after Jiapo? Chen Mu was thoughtful.
"Is there any medicine among the people in the world that is pollution-free and can speed up the health of the soul?" Chen Mu was unwilling to give in.
"Do you know who distributed things like Dragon Transformation Pill and Marrow Extracting Pill?" Jie Jia asked without answering.
"Aristocratic family?" Chen Mu frowned and tried to guess.
Jie Jia nodded calmly.
"Isn't this poisoning the world?!" Chen Mu was shocked.
Using this kind of pill that is eager for quick success but has endless troubles not only drives the martial arts warriors to work hard, but also locks the upper limit of martial arts warriors!
"It's just a small means to ensure one's own status." Jie Jia said lightly.
Chen Mu once again felt the cruelty of this world.
Developing a secret soul-nourishing medicine is time-consuming and labor-intensive.
But as long as you are willing to spend money and work hard, you can get Marrow Pills and Huangya Pills from the aristocratic family.
Without knowing the hidden dangers, who would think about a prescription for nourishing the soul?
Even if they know the hidden dangers, who can resist the temptation of nourishing one's soul?
Over time, bad coins eliminate good coins. All harmless secret medicines are concentrated in the hands of the aristocratic family. The upward path of Jianghu Sanren was gradually cut off.
Chen Mu sighed: "It's so cruel."
Fortunately, I asked Jie Jia.
Otherwise, if you buy elixirs to speed up your cultivation, you will step into the trap of aristocratic families!
But without the secret medicine to speed it up, how long can this armor be maintained? Chen Mu was in a bad mood.
…
After a while, Chen Mu adjusted his mentality. Looking at Jie Jia who was still rubbing the silver beads, he couldn't help but sigh. He was indeed a well-informed Jia Po boss.
Thinking of another unknown stone, I immediately got up and went back to the room to take it out: "Do you recognize this stone?"
"Ebony?" Jie Jia picked it up and observed it carefully without even raising his eyelids: "It's a pity that it's not a tree core. No wonder..."
"Good thing?" Chen Mu was delighted, and immediately realized, full of surprise: "Is this thing wood?"
Regardless of its rough shape or weight and texture, it looks like a gray stone. I didn't expect it to be wood. magic!
"A tree that sprouts and grows only in volcanic craters."
"It is said that the mature ebony reaches the sky and the earth, drinks magma from the bottom, and bathes in thunder from the top. Hundreds of ethnic groups live on one tree."
"Do you believe it?" Chen Mu squinted.
Jie Jia stared at Wu Mu and shrugged: "Is it a legend..."
Chen Mu curled his lips, wondering how the legend was exaggerated: "What can it be used for?"
"Forging weapons." Jie Jia put down the ebony and said.
"Aren't you afraid of fire?" Chen Mu was confused.
"It grew up eating magma." Jie Jia said lightly.
"Isn't it a legend?" Chen Mu was surprised.
Jie Jia didn't explain anymore.
Chen Mu looked suspicious, and the old man couldn't speak clearly. Drink magma and bathe in thunder. Is there such a tree in the world?
"Want to forge weapons?"
Chen Mu came back to his senses: "Of course!"
He had long wanted to forge two new daggers.
The power of the Hidden Sword is getting stronger and stronger, and the two short swords before can no longer withstand the full force of the explosion.
The last time I forcibly interrupted Lin Que's short sword, the Hidden Sword had been damaged.
Now that there is a sword-making material like ebony that can move Jie Jia's face, of course two new swords must be made from scratch.
"I still have a few swords in good condition in my hand that can be melted down and used as materials."
He brought everything from the Baihutang warehouse and planned to sell it for money.
"It's enough." Jie Jia pointed at the ebony wood.
Then he glanced at Chen Mu: "It's best not to take out anything with the White Tiger Hall's mark."
"What White Tiger Hall?" Chen Mu looked confused.
Still don’t admit it?
Jie Jia curled his lips and shook his head: "The Jinghong Gang has offered a reward of 10,000 taels to anyone who can provide clues about Lin Que's death; 20,000 taels for finding the murderer; and 50,000 taels for his head."
"I'm not a bounty hunter, why are you talking to me?" Chen Mu frowned and looked confused.
"Isn't it you who did it?" Jiejia turned his eyes and glanced at Chen Mu.
"Mr. Jie, we have known each other for such a long time, am I so unbearable in your eyes?" Chen Mu looked disappointed, and then emphasized with a sincere face: "I am just a law-abiding little scholar, how can I be with you?" Is it related to such a major murder case?!"
"You have really misunderstood me." Chen Mu felt lonely all over his body.
Jie Jia's skin twitched, his shameless appearance was just as usual.
