Su Zimu couldn't help but feel scared for a while, but after thinking about it, he felt relieved again.
Cultivating bamboo is to go against nature. Other monks either have the support of fellow monks or have complete mental methods, so they can naturally proceed step by step.
And what about him?
The orthodox five-tone body training uses high-frequency vibration to strengthen oneself, but what he got was an improved version of the heavenly calamity created by the devil on a whim.
First, there was the demon king who recklessly changed the technique, and then there was Su Zimu who was ignorant and fearless and strengthened it randomly. That is to say, he was quite lucky, and he only managed to save a small life. Otherwise, he would have no place to complain when he went to the underworld.
To put it bluntly, looking at the world of spiritual practice, there is really no one like him who dares to attack the heart as soon as he knows how to strengthen the body.
How much fake wine did you have to drink to do such a stupid thing?
As the old saying goes, a person's height does not lie in how long his strengths are, but in how short his weaknesses are!
Other organs have been strengthened, but the heart has been left alone. Isn't this the biggest shortcoming and weakness?
Strictly speaking, Su Zimu had just traveled through time for a little more than a day, and he didn't have much obsession with practice. It was just that the current situation forced him to work hard.
The more strength you have, the more hope you have for survival!
If a person dies and the bird faces upward, he will not die for tens of thousands of years. Let’s fight!
Su Zimu made up his mind, but did not dare to act rashly. He gave up the idea of overall strengthening and planned to divide the heart into several parts and strengthen them individually with weaker currents.
If part of the myocardium is stiff, it will return to normal under the guidance of other normal myocardium.
But when things came to a head, he hesitated again: he couldn't take risks. If something went wrong again, he might not be so lucky!
In order to avoid becoming the first time traveler to kill himself, Su Zimu gave up decisively.
After thinking for a moment, he came up with the idea of using chest muscles to compress the heart to restore the heartbeat.
But after trying it several times, it failed to achieve the desired effect.
New plan aborted
Otherwise, stimulate the muscles and bones near the heart to achieve the purpose of strengthening in an indirect way?
This time it was successful, but the problem was that the effect was very limited.
Su Zimu was a little frustrated. He always believed that the heart could be strengthened, but he just didn't find the right way... By the way, the heartbeat is controlled by bioelectricity. In this case, can the heartbeat be controlled at the moment when bioelectricity takes effect?
The current between the eyebrows is added?
The more he thought about it, the more feasible it became. He immediately meditated and calmed down, focusing all his thoughts on his heart. He could clearly feel his heartbeat, and every contraction and relaxation of his ventricles and atria were reflected in his mind like a movie.
That's a special kind of rhythm!
Su Zimu couldn't explain what it felt like. He felt that it was because he wanted to find something and sent a weak electric current into his heart based on his feeling.
The heart immediately began to vibrate abnormally. After a brief period of loss of control, the myocardium suddenly contracted heavily and returned to normal on its own.
Success!
Su Zimu almost jumped up, slightly adjusted the timing of the current cut-in, and continued to frantically commit suicide on the edge of death.
After several fine-tunings, the most suitable entry point was finally found, and the heart continued to strengthen under the action of electric current.
Su Zimu opened his mouth and laughed silently.
I'm such a genius!
Tactical fallback.
The only flaw is that no one shared such an important moment.
Striking while the iron is hot, he also wanted to capture the last high ground of the brain, but when the electric current came close to the brain, it would automatically penetrate into the center of the eyebrows and not obey his orders at all.
Before he could find a way, a cockcrow could be heard outside the house, and it was almost dawn.
Su Zimu sighed helplessly and thought to himself: Forget it, the Heavenly Way is fifty, the Dayan is forty-nine, the Heavenly Way is still not perfect, and it doesn't matter if there are some shortcomings in the technique.
That is to say, no one noticed this scene. If there were other monks watching the whole process, they would be stunned - this is body training, and it is almost suicide!
Su Zimu felt good about himself, so he took out the short blade and poked his arm. His skin blocked the blade, leaving no trace at all.
With a little more effort, the result is still the same.
He suddenly showed a bright smile: The man said before that he was the solid second level, but he didn't know what level he was now.
The sky is getting brighter, and the top priority is to leave Anping County as soon as possible.
Su Zimu had already suspected something, so he jumped off the beam, righted the overturned table, shook off his backpack, and placed the things he wanted to eat on the table.
Come on, come on!
Skillfully apply pink and red, lightly sweep eyebrows, pull out a wig and put it on your head, put on a custom-made costume dress, and the handsome young man turns into a charming beauty in a blink of an eye.
Really, in the blink of an eye, an old hen turns into a duck.
The cross-dressing boss is so arrogant!
To highlight the point, Su Zimu has never been a cross-dressing master, nor does he have any psychological problems, but a cross-dressing anchor!
To put it simply, it is to imitate superstars, celebrities or cartoon characters through appropriate dressing up and make-up. They can be male or female, old or young, which is fundamentally different from men dressing up as women.
In terms of level, women's clothing is just a younger brother.
It's just that there are only women's clothes in the backpack, and women's clothes are more deceptive and more likely to escape. Su Zimu has no additional choice at all.
But after dressing up, Su Zimu had a toothache again.
The dress is a modern custom-made version, exquisite and gorgeous. You can wear it without losing your status when attending a royal dinner. It is too ostentatious to wear it like this.
There are also wigs, which come out of the factory with exquisite and gorgeous hairstyles that match the skirt very well.
Su Zimu immediately got into Xu Ning's house, found a dress from the overturned box, and changed into it.
A little loose, a little short, but okay.
She took off her wig and scattered it. She wanted to put it into a bun according to Xu Ning's hair style, but found that her hands were too weak to do it, so she ended up with a nondescript bun.
All the makeup on her face was washed away, leaving only the necessary modifications, and she looked like an ordinary woman.
Everything was ready, and while there were no people on the street, Su Zimu carefully controlled the woman's posture and steps, and walked out of the medicine shop with a basket in his arms. He found the right direction and arrived near the city gate in a short time.
In order to cover up the flaw that his skirt was too short, he walked half-crouched all the way, feeling like a crab with two legs.
It was still early in the day, but many people had gathered inside and outside the city gate. A group of officers and soldiers carrying swords and stern eyebrows were guarding the left and right sides. Those who entered the city were checked casually and then released, but those who left the city were checked repeatedly and patiently checked.
There are two portraits posted on one side of the city gate, one of Xu Ning on the right and himself on the left. The painting work is extremely poor.
Hey, could this be the legendary shadow pattern?
Su Zimu looked at it and took a few steps to get a closer look at the excitement.
A servant stood beside the portrait and announced loudly: "This woman's name is Xu Ning. She is the only daughter of Xu Yun, the shopkeeper of Qing'an Hall. Her father has close contacts with people in the devil's path and kills without blinking an eye... The man's name is Su Zimu.
He is also a member of the devil's path, accustomed to drinking from the hearts of boys and girls..."