It took two days to hire masons to renovate and complete the forging room, quiet room, and garden. Chen Mou stayed behind closed doors for the next half month.
I spend most of my time in the west wing every day, actually going to another world to practice my spells, swordsmanship and kung fu.
He is good at thinking and comparing horizontally and vertically, and has made obvious progress.
This day, he was practicing the photography technique. He easily picked up a two-pound hammer from the ground and put it back. After practicing this repeatedly, he suddenly had a whim. If he operated the photography technique in reverse, it would not be able to obtain the reverse thrust and speed up the process.
Escape speed?
Ah, you are worthless. Any serious magic can lead to a wretched escape.
In his heart, Chen Mou despised his behavior of valuing his life more than Mount Tai. Then he put his chin in one hand and kept pacing in circles in the cave hall, thinking about the feasibility of the reverse motion photography technique.
The effect of force is relative, and the general direction of his thinking should be correct.
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He discovered that the photography technique could not only ingest dead objects, but could also be used to deal with the enemy itself.
As long as you practice the ability to capture objects well enough, practice makes perfect. You can use the ability to capture objects from a long distance to restrict the enemy's movements, and can interfere with and interrupt the opponent's spell attacks. There are many benefits and endless uses.
You can also throw away hidden weapons, or attack with spells, and suddenly use the Reversal Photography spell to speed up the attack speed of several hidden weapons or spells. As long as there is an increase of 30% or 20%, it will make people unable to guard against it, and they will be in a hurry to seize the opportunity.<
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If he takes advantage of the situation, he may rob him again, or he may escape.
"This young master is really a genius who has been buried in the market. This smart head is full of fantastic ideas!"
Chen Mou wrote down the inspirational ideas he discovered one by one with a pen.
After practicing photography for two-quarters of an hour, he was so exhausted that his brain throbbed.
This thing not only consumes mana, but also consumes mental energy. The subsequent progress is as slow as a snail. Most monks practice almost the same. To lay the foundation for future sword control, they will switch to other spells to practice, and will not hang themselves on a tree.
Using the art of knocking objects down is too much of a loss.
Chen Mou once heard Fan Laodao mention that he was born with a powerful soul. He also realized the benefits of a strong soul. After meditating for half an hour, his exhausted mental energy was restored.
By consuming and recovering in this way every day, the time he can persist will gradually become longer.
Your proficiency is gradually improved by constantly seeking abuse.
Arriving at the corner of the stone hall, Mr. Chen lay motionless like an old tortoise practicing breathing techniques. His breathing almost stopped, and the breath in his body moved extremely slowly. His whole body's vitality was reduced to the limit it could bear.
After holding on for a quarter and a half, Chen Mou woke up from the state of being on the verge of holding his breath and passing away. He gasped for breath and took a long time to get up.
In order to live well, these are the hardships that must be endured in advance.
Otherwise, who would like to endure hardships in a masochistic way? Isn’t it uncomfortable to hold a sweet-smelling and soft maid?
After writing down his cultivation feelings in another booklet, after resting for a while, Chen Mou rubbed his fingers, and a red flame as thick as a wick appeared in the air. As his fingers moved slightly, the flames circled around a few feet in front of him.
Wandering, sometimes slowly and sometimes quickly.
He is practicing a fire control technique called "threading the needle and threading the thread".
More than a quarter of an hour later, Chen Mou waved his finger, and the flame, which had been consumed until there was only a wisp of flame left, turned into a line of fire and shot towards the opposite stone wall, about five feet away, and the line of fire disappeared in the air.
The temperature of the entire stone hall has increased several degrees with his fire control practice.
After recording the gains and losses of the practice in the book, Chen Mou used Yuan Li to touch the ancient jade on his wrist and returned to the quiet room in the west wing.
It has entered early September, the autumn air is crisp and the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant.
After lunch, I followed Ying'er to the backyard to admire the rows of green vegetable seedlings that were growing gratifyingly. I pinched Ying'er's smooth cheeks twice with my hands to praise the hard-working maid with a sparkle in her eyes.
Ying'er's happiness is so simple and unpretentious.
In the afternoon, I lit a fire in the forging room, hammered and hammered, and made a magic weapon long sword from an embryo that had been forged for several afternoons. I spent more than an hour sharpening the sword and sharpening it.
Wrapping the long sword with a piece of green cloth, Chen Mou changed into his guest robe, said hello to Ying'er who was busy in the kitchen, hugged the long parcel sideways, and went out to the top of the mountain. As the sun set, it was the busiest time on the street.
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Walk leisurely and listen to all directions.
He suddenly stopped and listened to the lively conversation of several monks across the street.
After a long while, Chen Mou shook his head and continued walking west.
Meng Tianye, who was poisoned by Wuying Water Poison, passed away half a month ago. According to what those people said, it was Meng Tianxiu who was eager to save his brother and mistakenly believed in quack remedies, which caused Meng Tianye's residual poison to explode and attack his heart with five fires. He kept having sex with his maid, and both of them died.
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This information was revealed by local monks and became a source of laughter for many monks.
Xiu'er's life is miserable.
The fixed stall in Dongfang was robbed, and there was no way to make a living. In order to save rent, Meng Tianxiu has moved to a remote small yard five miles away from the foot of the mountain.
Most of the people in the market are people who add insult to injury, and few provide help when the time is right.
I heard that someone came to the door, in the name of providing help, but in fact he was greedy for the poor woman's body, and he was scolded and kicked out.
There are many hateful bastards in the city who are unhappy and want to see others suffer even more. There are also many monks who Meng Tianye has offended, and some of them are even friends before Meng Tianye. They are all waiting to see how the woman can survive.
When.
While they were waiting for the desperate woman to open the door to pick up the customer, they went to take a sip of soup.
Forcing good families into prostitution to satisfy their perverted desires.
"Shameless, despicable, obscene, ah!"
Chen Mou expressed his condemnation from the bottom of his heart. He was not related to the other party, so he could only express sympathy. He could not do much, and he would not get burned.
Everyone in the city has their own way of survival. If you can't stand the suffering, you can quietly live in seclusion in the secular world and spend the rest of your life.
Walk into the Forging Pavilion and say hello to Shopkeeper Hong behind the counter.
Shopkeeper Hong smiled and gestured to open the package at the counter. There were no customers in the shop at the moment, so there was no need to go to the side room. It was not a big and shameful business. He picked up the magic weapon and long sword, looked at it for a few times, called the waiter, and ordered him to pack the magic weapon. Then send it to the backyard forging room, put the "Forging Pavilion" mark on the sword spine, and fit the sword with a suitable scabbard.
"Aren't the other two swords finished yet?"
"Building one piece a month is enough, but you can't bear too much."
"Haha, you are so particular, kid."
Shopkeeper Hong admired the juniors who knew how to advance and retreat even more. He deliberately set a small trap to test the opponent's character. He took out a money bag from his sleeve and handed it to Chen Mou. He said with a smile: "One tool and one knot will not make any difference." Delinquent."
"Thank you!"
Chen Mou was not polite and accepted the money bag.
Last time we had tea, shopkeeper Hong told him that the unit price of low-level magic weapons sold to the store had been increased to two hundred spirit stones.
He made a big enough profit and couldn't be greedy. He built all three embryos in one go and used them to make a profit.
If you don’t treat yourself as an outsider, others won’t treat you as a human being.
That kind of business won't last long.
After chatting for a few more words, Chen Mou bowed his hands and left.
Walking on the bustling streets, watching the monks rushing to and fro for profit, he sighed in his heart that this was the smoke and fire of the city, and there were different emotions of joy, anger, sorrow and joy under every face.
I made a fortune from opening today, so I can give myself and Ying'er a chicken drumstick as a reward.
Don’t blame yourself on desire for gain; there is no greater disaster than not being satisfied.
Therefore, knowing what is enough is always enough.
Many people understand the truth, but few can do it.