It rained heavily for several days, and then came the rare good weather.
The city washed by heavy rain is particularly refreshing.
Changqing Street, Taixi City, a breakfast shop.
Although it is only a corner of the entire county, it also shows all aspects of life in this world.
The young man in a long gown glared at his young son and scolded him for going to school. As a result, his son's eyes were even bigger than his.
The MILF's aunt put her hands on her waist and scolded her husband for his fooling around last night.
Two old men sat opposite each other, carefully holding bowls of porridge across the table, and for a while they chatted about which brothel's most popular star had run away.
For a while, we talked about the rare heavy rain last night, the weather in the past few days, and complained about whether the Dragon King was in a bad mood recently.
The owner of the stall, Old Man Han, was kneading dough on the counter behind him, with wrinkles on his face, looking at the customers sitting down with a smile on his face, a look of satisfaction on his face.
This is an ordinary morning, not much different from that of later generations.
The only difference is that young people teach children that if they don't listen, they can only become beggars. The two old men chatted about the weather, and also mixed in some strange words such as whether the dragon king was angry, immortal masters fighting, etc.
Shen Xiu was already used to this.
After all, this is a world where Buddhism, Taoism, and demons coexist. Even if the Dragon King is a foot-picking man, this is not unacceptable.
In the sunshine, Shen Xiu sat quietly in a breakfast shop not far from Jinhong Martial Arts School, ordering a basket of steamed buns, waiting slowly, and lazily staring at the people walking on the street.
I practice martial arts all day long, and it’s rare to take a break now.
There are not that many tasks for them to do in this city. Shen Xiu has been staying in the martial arts hall these two days, only going out occasionally.
This martial arts is simply not very enjoyable to practice.
Nowadays, Shen Xiu is also swollen, and he has to drink two bowls of soy milk in the morning.
Shen Xiu has eaten at other breakfast shops on this street, but the buns made by Old Man Han are the only ones that suit his appetite, they are white and big.
Now as a second-level martial arts cultivator, the energy provided by these things is negligible, let alone supplementing anything.
He came to eat just to satisfy the familiar desire of the mouth and tongue.
Otherwise, he would not love having breakfast at this breakfast shop so much.
But for some unknown reason, Old Man Han closed his shop a few days ago and only opened it today. This is Shen Xiu's first time here since returning to Taixi City.
Old Man Han didn't let Shen Xiu wait long. After a cage of meat buns had just been steamed, he took out a cage of hot meat buns from those steamers and prepared to bring them to Shen Xiu's table.
"Sir, your buns are ready."
Old Man Han's back is a little curved. I don't know if it's because of his age. He walks a little shaky and the hands holding the buns are trembling.
Looking at such an old man, Shen Xiu didn't want the old man to carry it over, so he went to get it alone.
However, Chen Xiu's behavior seemed to cause some kind of offense to Old Man Han.
Old Man Han's face flashed with fear, and he quickly shouted, "You can't do it, you can't do it."
In his eyes, the opponent was wearing a martial arts robe and had a brave aura. He was obviously one of those warriors who wielded swords and guns. How could he dare to let the opponent do it himself?
If there is no intention to offend, a spanking is a trivial matter.
In response to this, Shen Xiu felt a little sad for no reason, smiled and ignored the old man.
She took the cage of meat buns from his hand, sat down by the window, and ate by herself.
The steamed buns made by Old Man Han taste good, but one thing that makes him regretful is that there are no dumplings here.
Not only Old Man Han, but also on this bustling Changqing Street, Shen Xiu even searched for it and couldn't find it.
If there are dumplings and pot stickers, Shen Xiu will feel no regrets at this time.
At this time, the conversation of several people nearby caught Shen Xiu's attention.
"Have you heard about the incident in Tianshui Village? It is said that the white-bone demon wandering around a few days ago slaughtered the village. Now the village is completely dead, leaving a lot of skeletons behind, and it has completely become a dead place..."
"Last week I planned to take over a job with a drug dealer in the village, but something unexpected happened, so I quit the job and didn't go. It was really a risk...
The tone of the latecomer's words clearly contained the joy of surviving the catastrophe.
"When will this bone demon be solved? I don't even know what its strength is?"
"Three realms? Four realms?"
"You know, we still have to rely on the adults from the Xuanjian Division. I heard that they have arrived in our Taixi City before. I just saw those two people going to the Jinhong Martial Arts School. It seems they are looking for some manpower..."
"Do the adults of the Hanging Sword Division still need manpower? Isn't it said that their lowest strength is also a martial arts cultivator in the three realms of bone-cutting..."
"I'm just looking for some disciples to start with. I really hope I can find some fighting strength..."
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The intermittent sounds around him slowly reached Chen Xiu's ears. He was about to return to the martial arts gym, but he actually stopped when he heard the last sentence in the conversation.
The Xuanjian Division in Shanglin City is an official institution of the Dajing Dynasty.
It is one of its important responsibilities to specialize in dealing with events that ordinary people cannot handle, such as killing demons, monsters, and evil beasts.
He has already seen the figure of the Bone Demon. It is not clear whether the Hanging Sword Division can deal with him. It is naturally not a good thing when those people go to the martial arts gym.
He doesn't want to get involved given his current strength position.
Before the world outside the city became clear, he might as well stay in the city honestly.
His current thoughts.
In addition to becoming stronger, it is to make yourself stronger.
It is no longer possible for me to face that white-bone demon again without even the slightest resistance.
With the arrival of a new month, Shen Xiu received the five servings of Peiyuan Soup provided by the martial arts school and started a new round of boxing training.
Duan Jiaoxi taught him the follow-up supporting mental method of subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger. Now that he has entered the fifth realm, and has reached the level of proficiency, he has obviously the potential to subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger.
The river of fist strength is surging and its power is endless.
Now, I am afraid that he can punch a second-level martial arts kid.
He wanted to see what kind of improvement in strength would be in the six realms after the Dragon Subduing Tiger Technique.
After wandering along the Lishui River and practicing boxing for several days, he found another good place, which was to wade into the river and practice boxing among the turbulent currents.
The resistance in water is more than ten times that of air, making it more difficult and sticky to move in it.
Therefore, the difficulty of practicing boxing and strengthening the body has increased exponentially. At the same time, the progress achieved has also doubled.
Just as he was practicing, Shen Xiu discovered a strange place. He found that the water flow in Lishui River seemed to be different from other places.
Often when he punched out, the same water force would come back, even stronger than the force he punched. It was said to be a wave, but it was a bit different from a wave.