Several days passed, and when Mu Yi saw his own appearance in the mirror, he was immediately startled.
His hair was disheveled, his eye sockets were sunken, and his face was frighteningly pale.
"Is this me?" Mu Yi seemed to have been hit on the head, his eyes were blank at first, and then slowly became clear.
"Huh, what a big dream." After a long time, Mu Yi let out a long breath, and his whole body suddenly relaxed. Thinking about everything before, it suddenly seemed like a dream, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
Demonic confusion is also a manifestation of obsession. If he hadn't woken up in time, he might have died of mental exhaustion in the end.
And even he himself was not aware of the whole process, and it was even more difficult for him to extricate himself.
For the first time, he had a clear understanding of the danger mentioned by the old Taoist. This kind of danger is not something you can avoid if you pay attention. It is like a poppy flower, beautiful in appearance and harmless, but it can make you...
Fallen unconsciously.
In fact, at the beginning, Mu Yi thought that he should not be eager for quick success in practice, but as time went by, he unconsciously ignored the danger. Perhaps all this was related to Mu Yi's ability to easily achieve nothing outside his heart, which made him instinctively feel that practice was also a waste of time.
It's not that difficult.
Now that he has awakened, he truly understands what cultivation is.
That night, Mu Yi slept peacefully and had no dreams.
The next morning, Mu Yi picked up the boxing technique that he had neglected for a long time on a big stone in front of the temple.
This boxing set was given to him by an old Taoist. It had no name and only had thirty-six moves in total, but Mu Yi persisted for eight years.
But in the past eight years, apart from being slightly stronger than ordinary people, he has felt nothing else. He has never felt the so-called inner energy of those martial arts masters. In the end, Mu Yi positioned this boxing set as inferior.
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Despite this, he never stopped, perhaps because he was used to it.
But after the death of the old Taoist, he was no longer in the mood to box, and more than half a month passed in a flash.
Now, after picking up this boxing technique again, Mu Yi feels a little different.
Although the thirty-six movements are not many, they cover the whole body, and even the flow of Qi and blood speeds up a lot.
Three times in a row, Mu Yi closed his fist and stood up, then instinctively closed his eyes and fell into a state of nothingness outside his heart.
This time, he did not force it deliberately, but quietly experienced the changes in his body.
Suddenly, he felt that his body became lighter, and a trace of power escaped from his body, and then slowly settled, until he fell into darkness and disappeared.
At this time, Mu Yi felt dizzy and then woke up.
"I just..."
After Mu Yi woke up, he was startled at first, and then frowned and recalled the feeling just now. The darkness seemed to be able to swallow everything. Fortunately, he woke up at the critical moment, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable.
"It is said that when the boxing skills are practiced to a high level, Qi will naturally arise. Although the boxing skills of the old Taoists are average, after eight years, they will not have even a trace of Qi." Mu Yi couldn't help but think of the darkness.
"Or is there something secret in my body?" Mu Yi thought about it again. After all, when there was nothing outside his heart before, he could clearly feel a trace of power swimming around in his body. If he was not mistaken, it should be anger.
But before his body could absorb it, it was all swallowed up.
"Forget it, let's ignore it for now. This kind of thing can't be solved overnight anyway. When my heart beats, I might be able to know the secrets of my body."
Since he couldn't figure it out, Mu Yi didn't try to get into trouble. After all, after all these years, he had never felt any discomfort. On the contrary, his body rarely got sick, and he only had a handful of colds over the years.
And Mu Yi quickly thought of his current predicament, which was that there was not much food.
Although he and Lao Dao had been wandering around in the world for many years and had some savings, when Lao Dao fell ill and had to buy medicine for him and buy a coffin after his death, plus the last big purchase, he was almost penniless.
Although the food in the temple could last for a while, he had to consider that winter was about to come. When the heavy snow closed the mountain, let alone whether he would be able to go down the mountain. Even if he went down, he would not have money to buy food, so he took advantage of the opportunity.
Before winter comes, he needs to store food for the whole winter.
"Catching ghosts? How to do it? Reading faces?"
Thoughts kept popping up one after another, but Mu Yi snuffed them out one by one.
After all, now is not the time to travel in the world before, and things like hauntings are not often encountered. As for performing rituals for the dead, there is a small town at the foot of the mountain, and only a handful of people die all year round, let alone praying for the dead.
People can afford it.
As for fortune telling, as the saying goes, nothing can be done without words. At his age, if he goes to read faces for others, even if he is not chased with a stick, no one will believe him. All in all, he is still too young.
, does not fit the image of a master.
"Forget it, let's go hunting. Then the furs will be sold down the mountain, and the meat will be dried and eaten in the winter."
Soon, Mu Yi came up with the idea of 'getting the best of both worlds'. When he was cutting down trees before, he had seen traces left by many animals on the mountain. With his strength, as long as he didn't encounter jackals, tigers and leopards, there was basically no danger.
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As soon as he thought of it, Mu Yi sharpened the ax and reinstalled it with a half-meter-long wooden handle. Finally, he changed out of his Taoist robe and entered the mountain confidently wearing simple linen clothes.
On the hillside behind Funiu Mountain, there are large trees and dense thorns. Fortunately, because of autumn, the leaves have begun to fall, so the view is not easily blocked.
A pheasant with gorgeous feathers, a copper-colored head, and a mixed black and white neck jumped out from behind a big tree. From time to time, its sharp beak penetrated into the leaves on the ground in search of food. Its eyes kept moving. Obviously, it was looking for food.
I didn't lose my vigilance while eating.
Suddenly, a fist-sized stone approached with a sharp sound.
The pheasant suddenly woke up, flapped its wings and fled away nimbly.
"puff!"
The stone hit the ground half a meter away from the pheasant, causing leaves to fly.
The frightened pheasant fled as fast as it could in its life.
Then, a embarrassed figure emerged from behind a cluster of thorns. This figure was none other than Mu Yi who had gone into the mountains to hunt.
At this moment, Mu Yi was holding an ax in his left hand, a bulging bag on his waist, two or three leaves on his head, and the clothes on his body were also torn.
After only half a day, Mu Yi, who entered the mountains with confidence, had to admit that he really had no talent for hunting. The bulging bag on his waist contained not wild animals, but stones.
Because he found that neither rabbits nor pheasants could be caught up by him with an axe. Those animals had already spotted him before he even got close, so Mu Yi chose to use stones, but his accuracy was not very good.
Sample.
So after half a day, Mu Yi was very hungry, but he didn't even catch a single prey.
If this progress continues, he may not be able to fill his stomach just by hunting every day.
"Bang!"
Just when Mu Yi was thinking about retreating from the difficulties, a loud voice suddenly came from the distance. (To be continued)