"Jie Jia said the training technique is complete."
"Kestrel's form training has reached its limit."
"Continue to improve your proficiency, and there is a high probability that your understanding will be an extension of God's intention."
Chen Mu calmly analyzed the reasons for the increase in Kestrel's training skills.
"Proficiency allows the divine intention to move closer to the Baiyi Spiritual Light Spell."
"The training skills are all derived from the aura spell, so they are all covered. If one improves, the others will also improve." Chen Mu had a rough guess.
"If I catch an upgrade, I should be able to become a Jiapo."
Anyway, it’s not difficult to practice God’s intention, just use the improved breathing method.
It can even be maintained while walking, standing, sitting or lying down. It also saves you the hassle of searching for training techniques.
"Those bastards from the aristocratic family are really nothing! They all keep good things in their own hands." Chen Mu couldn't help but curse inwardly.
"As long as there is a brilliant training technique that can cover half of my body with my wandering spirit, as long as I break through it once, wouldn't it become a armored spirit!"
The Kestrel training area is too small. Just a fat soybean? Ah……
Even if you practice with fat soybeans, the accumulation will be based on the ratio of two, four, or eight soybeans. A breakthrough once a month would take nearly twelve years to cover the entire body.
Breakthrough every three months for thirty-six years.
"It's been such a long time...actually...it's actually not bad." Chen Mu suddenly became happy.
As long as you follow the steps step by step and don't fight or rush, you can become a Jiapo by the age of fifty, and that's not bad.
Old man Ge has only just completed his training at the age of seventy-five. You can consider yourself a genius!
If you use the blue-eyed golden ape to pile it up, it will be faster!
Maybe it can be done in a year or two!
"It's a pity that I can only think about it." Chen Mu stopped after laughing for a long time.
He wasn't sure if God's intention would always break through.
I am also not sure about the effect of each breakthrough.
What if you only add one soybean at a time.
"We still have to continue to accumulate training skills." Chen Mu made a decision.
…
The future is very bright, we just need to get there step by step.
Chen Mu hid at home and ignored the disturbance from the outside world.
Five days later.
Black Tiger's training technique successfully reached its limit.
Once again, a group of divine intentions formed by connecting dots of threads appeared in my mind.
In the palms of both hands, two quail egg-sized souls emerged.
He pulled out a piece of firewood from the stove, grabbed it with both hands and suddenly exerted force.
The hard pine wood was like a soft cake, which was instantly scratched and squeezed.
"Finger grip strength improved significantly."
Putting his right hand on the blue brick stove, he lightly moved it. Five clearly visible scratches emerged.
"The fingertip bones, skin, and nails also appear to be stronger."
"Still making do."
Chen Mu returned to a few steps under the eaves.
He took out the white jade toad practice technique that he had read several times.
This is a high-end training book, and the scope of the game is worth looking forward to.
After flipping through the pages again to confirm his breathing and movements, Chen Mu stood up and practiced.
It didn't take long to find the feeling, and huge insights rushed into my mind.
Another form training technique to complete Yijin.
…
After dinner in the evening, Chen Muwen arrived at Chunfeng Tower in Beishi, preparing to have another meal for himself.
He practices a variety of training techniques, and even though he cannot stack armor, his physical fitness is far superior to that of ordinary warriors. The digestion speed is fast, so it is no problem to eat two more meals.
Walking into the lobby on the first floor, under the dim lights, there was endless laughter and laughter.
Chen Mu was stunned. This is different from a month ago.
At the beginning, the Jinghong Gang and Tangshan Camp took away a large number of scattered people from Jianghu.
The streets were deserted, and Chunfeng Tower was not very lively either.
It's even more lively now than before the Jinghong Gang went north!
As usual, he sat in the corner, ordered a table of big dishes, sent away the little girl who was eating, and put out little paper figures everywhere.
Chen Mu listened to the news while enjoying the stage performance.
…
"Brother, you came from the north, can you tell us what the situation is like there?" In a compartment on the east side of the hall, five or six people gathered together to drink and chat.
"One word - chaos." A skinny old man in his fifties shook his head and sighed.
"Three-way anti-kings are the ones who are openly called."
"Big and small grass-headed kings, let alone Fan Ji."
"Fight with the imperial court, fight with the local wealthy families, and fight with each other among the rebels."
"The anti-king who is still known as one today may be gone tomorrow."
"The worst thing is that the people below are being plundered over and over again."
"When I came here, I even encountered several counties that had been slaughtered."
The old man shivered all over, as if he thought of something terrifying.
"Isn't it too tragic?!" The people around him couldn't help but feel shocked.
"It's even worse than this. In broad daylight, there are ghosts and ghosts everywhere, and evil spirits are rampant." The old man sighed with a sigh of relief: "In comparison, Nanyang Mansion is simply a paradise!"
"Gene Era"
"I hope Tangshan Camp can wipe out the bandits and stop the refugee rebellion." A person next to him prayed worriedly.
The old man thought for a while and said: "The nearest anti-king is called Chao Tianwang. No one knows his origin. He has twelve brothers, each of whom has achieved great success."
"Fortunately, this person is entrenched in Liangyue Prefecture in the north and has no intention of invading the south. With him as the barrier of Nanyang, it is still very safe here."
"Since ancient times, wars have been raging across the Jinshui River. This place is too remote and is not a place for Jackie Chan. That's why I ran all the way here to take refuge."
"Our Nanyang Fucheng is not remote. Look at how our Jinghong Gang is treated when recruiting people." A person next to him winked and said proudly.
"Don't be complacent. The wealthy families in the north are also recruiting people. They will give you five yellow bud pills upon entering, similar to the Dragon Transformation Pills of the Jinghong Gang. How about the reward?" the old man said with a squinted smile.
"So good?!" Several other people suddenly envied and doubted their lives.
The Jinghong Gang only gave two.
"You can take your life, but you don't necessarily have to eat it." The old man said meaningfully: "The north is so chaotic. After a conflict, it is too common for ten or eight people to die."
If it wasn't so dangerous, why would he come to Nanyang?
Several of the toughest men suddenly felt their scalps go numb.
Forget it, stay in Nanyang Shutan.
…
In the corner, Chen Mu listened to a few people chatting and couldn't help but feel restless.
"Fortunately, I traveled to Qingshan County, Nanyang Prefecture."
"If it had been any further north, I wouldn't be alive today!"
He has been living in Nanyang. Even though Qingshan County was initially invaded by bandits and rebels, he was not harmed.
Compared with the war in the hinterland of Daliang, that chaos pales into insignificance.
"Are those aristocratic families in the north also recruiting people to fight ghost monsters?"
"The Thousand Machine Token is really tempting." Chen Mu gloated: "Let's fight, just beat the brains out of the disciples of the aristocratic family."
…
On the way home, Chen Mu silently thought about what he had just seen and heard.
"No wonder so many people came. It turns out they all came from the north to seek refuge."
"I don't know how long this war will last."
Chen Mu was worried.
"Store up a batch of supplies tomorrow."
He has a feeling that more and more people will come to Nanyang Mansion in the future. Prices will rise soon.
"Try to go out as little as possible."
The personnel are complex, and disputes may arise.
If there is a dispute, there is a possibility of getting into trouble.
…
At night, Chen Mu finished washing and went to bed.
Half asleep and half awake, Mi Mi Hu Hu heard a sweet singing.
The singing was so beautiful that it was indescribably familiar.
Chen Mu woke up with a quick wit.
Three weird syllables were spit out quickly.
The five little paper figures all stuck to his face.
The cold touch instantly made him shiver. The stunned state quickly disappeared.
Chen Mu quickly got up and went out and climbed onto the roof.
Hundreds of meters away on the Luohe River, a red building boat was faintly visible in the white mist.
Several hazy figures stood by the window of the building, looking quietly at this side, as the red ship went further and further away.
"grass!"
"You're still targeting me?!"
