Scattered memory fragments echoed in his mind, and Mu Mu climbed onto the bed to meditate and adjust his breath.
The retreating black mist was absorbed by the fire between the brows, burned and tempered bit by bit. Finally, it turned into pure spiritual power and spread throughout the body, gradually integrating into the bones and veins.
And his cultivation seemed to have improved.
Although it is an improvement that is difficult to discern with the naked eye, it is real.
After a moment, Mu Mu exhaled and slowly opened his eyes.
The fire between the eyebrows dimmed and flickered, until it quietly returned to calm.
But what he didn't know was that just now, a big fiery red bird appeared in the sky above his head.
Under the shroud of raging fire, the demonic energy that corroded everything in the world was strangely retreating.
Apart from a passive defense, there is almost no attack at all.
"Mu Mu, you, your bedding is still hanging out in the sun, why don't you sleep later?"
Wang Xinyi, who was notified by Huzi, hurried in and said, "Are you okay? If not, I'll ask Grandpa Sun to come over and take your pulse to see the specific situation."
The young man sitting cross-legged said calmly: "I had a little headache just now, but it's better now."
"Well, you go and do your work, I don't have a big problem here."
"Just ask Huzi to pour me a glass of water."
Wang Xinyi said worriedly: "Is everything okay?"
Mu Mu said easily: "If you can't die, you can survive for at least seven months."
The girl spat softly: "Bah, bah, bah, crow's mouth, good luck."
After saying that, she turned around to look for Hu Zi.
Mu Mu stretched his arms and felt that his weak body suddenly became full of vitality.
Whether it was mentally or physically, or the internal organs that were originally aching, it was like being forcefully healed by the elixir being poured into my mouth.
Although he has not completely recovered, it is undoubtedly much better than it was in the morning.
"Here comes the water."
Holding the bowl in both hands, Huzi ducked in and said, "Mumu, don't tell my sister the secret I told you. I promised Uncle Luo that you should keep your word."
"Not even my dad can say that."
"I'm warning you, don't betray me, otherwise no one will care about you if you vomit blood in the future."
Mu Mu moved out of bed, took the warm water, drank it, and vowed: "Don't worry, I'll rot in my stomach about that matter."
"Heaven knows and earth knows, you know, I know, and your Uncle Luo knows."
"but......"
He changed his voice, prolonged his tone, and said with a cunning look: "You have to find a way for me to meet Uncle Luo, so that I can see what the best swordsman in the world looks like."
Huzi said excitedly: "You believe me, don't you? You can see how powerful that set of swordsmanship is?"
Mu Mu cooperated: "You're so awesome. I got a splitting headache just after watching the sword moves you practiced, and I started to spurt blood."
"What is this called? The highest level of swordsmanship, hurtful and invisible."
"Fortunately, I was blessed with good fortune and good luck, and I was lucky enough to escape the disaster."
"What about that? Don't practice in front of me next time. A real swordsman never hurts innocent people."
Huzi jumped up and down excitedly and said, "Just wait, I'll find Uncle Luo for you right away."
When he ran to the threshold, the little guy paused and said apologetically: "Uncle Luo should go to the mountain to collect medicine at this moment, can you do it at night?"
He walked around on the wooden floor and said, "Okay."
Huzi smiled from ear to ear and kept pulling on the wood to ask about the power of swordsmanship.
"How long should I practice before I can fly with a sword?"
"How long does it take to chop wood piles through the air like Uncle Luo?"
"When I become a swordsman, will I not die?"
The kids, one big and one small, started playing asking questions.
