After more than a month of pondering and spending two spiritual stones for tuition, Chen Mou consulted the puzzle-solving master of Lun Dao Hall and mastered the reverse use of photography.
In the long history of cultivation, monks have already developed it, which is called "Extending Strength Technique".
Cultivation is very troublesome, and its use is not as good as releasing your strength. It consumes a lot of mental energy and mana, and its spread is limited.
Chen Mou has a powerful soul. Every time his mental energy is exhausted, it doesn't take much trouble to recover. He is as quiet as picking up a treasure.
In the blink of an eye, November entered, and he had mastered the art of spitting energy. He cast two spells at the same time in a cave in another world. With each move and push of his hands, a big log in a sea bowl came and went in the air, floating without falling to the ground.
He had a great time playing until about 10% of his mental power and mana were consumed.
"Pa", the damaged wood fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
Chen Mou sat cross-legged on the futon and took a vitality pill to meditate and adjust his breath. He had already thought about the Tao. The mana and mental power should not be completely exhausted. There should be some room left. The brain would not hurt and the recovery would be faster. It would be slightly beneficial to improve the cultivation level.
Helpful.
He is good at recording the progress of his daily practice by making use of the experience gained during his school career.
After a while, look through the previous notes and make a table with a horizontal axis and a vertical axis. Any useful experience will be clearly visible on the table.
Constantly summarize, improve the practice methods, and adjust the practice time of each project.
He is not short of money now. He takes a pill every three days. This is also based on the classics. He consulted shopkeeper Hong and came up with the optimal time choice. Three days is enough for him to fully absorb the potency of the pill during his practice. Most of the pills are taken.
Toxins are eliminated from the body.
In the past three months, my cultivation has been steadily increasing.
According to his estimation, he will be able to advance to the late stage of Qi refining by the end of the year.
He practices with his brain, not meditates for the sake of practice.
After completing all the exercises in the morning, Chen Mou tidied up a little, returned to the quiet room in the west wing, opened the door and walked out.
The north wind howled in the gloomy sky, indicating that it was going to snow, and walked along the eaves corridor to the main room.
Ying'er, who was dressed in fluffy clothes, was warming herself over a brazier and doing needlework.
Seeing that the young master had finished practicing, she hurriedly put down her things and got up and walked to the kitchen. Her food was already ready and hot in the pot.
There are meat, chicken, pickled fish and vegetables, as well as a pot of warm wine. Warm home cooking will comfort you for a lifetime.
After lunch, I read for a while, chatted with Ying'er who had finished cleaning the kitchen and returned to the main room to do needlework, and then went back to the quiet room in the west wing to practice.
It was almost dusk, so Chen Mou took the sword he forged, wrapped it in green cloth, and went out with Youzai in his arms.
When I came to the street, I saw the hurried pedestrians and the hardships of wandering monks pursuing their daily lives.
He slowly analyzed and figured out Senior Brother Gu's intention of leaving him in Fangshi.
Breaking through the realm of cultivation is only one of them. More importantly, I want him to experience the darkness of being in the mud at the bottom, and being able to get out of the mud without being stained is the test of his "heart".
Chen Mou, who was observing passers-by, suddenly turned around and looked diagonally behind him.
More than twenty feet away, across the street, through the figures of many pedestrians, he looked at a monk who was wrapped in black robes with only one eye exposed. He recognized it as Xiu'er, whom he had not seen for a long time.
Those eyes are no longer smart and delicate, replaced by hollow and indifferent.
Meng Tianxiu, who was wrapped in a black robe, turned around and walked down the mountain. In Chen Mou's eyes, he looked like a lifeless body.
Chen Mou shook his head slightly and continued walking west. The two were just acquaintances at first. They had no friendship other than business, so being strangers had no impact on him.
He walked into the Forging Pavilion, exchanged greetings with Shopkeeper Hong, handed over the forged sword, received a small money bag, and received three additional magical weapon embryos. He had used up all the materials on hand.
I heard from Shopkeeper Hong that Master Zhong had successfully built the foundation and even came to interrogate him. Chen Mou had a letter of recommendation, so why didn’t he take the exam to join the Forging Platform?
Chen Mou smiled and handed over his hands to plead guilty, but Shopkeeper Hong gave a few words of complaint.
The matter has come to this, and it is useless to say more.
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In a remote courtyard in the southeast of Fang City, Meng Tianxiu took off all his robes and sat in a large bathing bucket. His smooth and flawless body was soaked in the cold potion.
A ball of black air flowed out from the woman's forehead, hanging above the bucket, turning into an illusory face of an old woman.
"So what if you don't want to merge with the old body? Instead of being at the mercy of the old body, you are already a ruined body. You sleep with a different man every day, absorbing a little bit of yang energy to nourish the old body and soul. In less than a year, you will Completely replaced by the old body."
The illusory old woman used words to stimulate the soul of the original owner who was unable to resist in her body, and then changed her subject again.
"The pretty boy Niubi I saw on the street earlier must be your concubine. After a few days, I will catch him and let him taste the pain of having his soul sucked. I will never stand against all Niubi in the world. !"
There was silence for a while, and the imaginary old woman let out a strange laugh.
"You want to find out the culprit who caused your brother to be poisoned, otherwise you would rather die than fuse... Gaga, it's up to you, if you want. When I recover part of my soul, I can slowly deal with you, this ignorant little bitch."
The imaginary old woman chatters endlessly, sometimes swearing, venting her anger that has no place to put.
It was getting dark, and I heard a knock on the door outside.
"Little bitch, another impatient and stinky man is here for you. Get ready to pick up the guests, quack!"
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On his way back, Chen Mou suddenly stopped, looked back at a man and a woman who were pretending to talk to each other more than ten feet away, and asked: "You two are following us all the way down, and you don't know why?"
Even when he was walking on a busy street, he still kept his ears alert.
With his keen sense, he noticed someone peeping vaguely twice.
Many people nearby looked over.
The middle-aged man in a gray robe with three long beards said with a smile: "Your family owns such a big street? We are not allowed to walk on it. You are incomprehensible and unreasonable." The man pulled the plain-looking woman across the street and walked down the hill.
Chen Mou felt a little heavy in his heart. His three consecutive months of transactions with Forging Arms Pavilion attracted the attention of some guys.
He always went there just before dark, when the shop was slow and there were no customers. He guessed that the clerk from Forging Arms Pavilion had betrayed him and brought him unnecessary trouble.
After thinking about it, he continued to move forward. There was no evidence to support the matter. He could not file a complaint just because he had some friendship with Shopkeeper Hong. He had to solve his own troubles by himself, just treat it as a test for Senior Brother Gu.
Fortunately, he has now moved to the foot of the mountain, and thieves who want to take advantage of him will not dare to attack him easily.
When I get back, I tell Ying'er not to go out alone on the street until the matter is resolved.
In the Forging Pavilion, Hong Renche, who was sitting behind the counter, suddenly narrowed his eyes, stood up, and waved to a clerk who was looking out from the door. When the clerk came closer with a smile, he walked out of the counter and grabbed his hand.
He lifted the waiter off the ground with his clothes on his chest, and cursed: "You eat everything inside and out, how dare you reveal the business between me and Brother Mou to outsiders?"
"No... it's unfair, the shopkeeper..."
The guy had no power to resist at all and was so frightened that his face turned pale.
The other two guys were dumbfounded. This was the first time they had seen shopkeeper Hong, who was usually harmonious and made money, get angry, and his strength was unfathomable. It was easier to grab the guy who was in the middle stage of Qi refining than to grab a chicken.
"You still dare to argue that you went out and secretly communicated with the guy with three long beards, pretending that I didn't see you? Who gave you the courage to deceive the shop into doing such evil things, and you still don't admit it?
, then don’t blame me for sending you to the Fangshi Law Enforcement Building, you will spend the rest of your life in the mines."
Shopkeeper Hong threw the waiter on the ground.
The waiter couldn't move. When he saw that shopkeeper Hong had exposed his evil intentions, he couldn't deny it anymore and shouted: "shopkeeper, have mercy on me. I was temporarily lost in my mind and did stupid things. I am willing to do it. I beg the shopkeeper not to kill me."
Send them to the law enforcement building."
Shopkeeper Hong said to the guarding monk who came down from upstairs and didn't show up often: "I'll leave this person to you."
"Don't worry, shopkeeper, I'll get to the bottom of it right now."
The guarding monk handed it over. He was the only person in the store who knew the identity of shopkeeper Hong.