My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

Squeaky.

The carriage traveled on a road that was not flat, but rather wide.

Chen Mu leaned on the carriage in a daze.

This is their third day out of Qingshan County.

The novelty of just hitting the road has been numb to the dull rush.

Sitting in the car every day, although the scenery is constantly changing. After a long time, physical and mental exhaustion still swept in.

Zhang Ye lifted the curtain of the carriage and put one hand on the carriage.

Five or six steeds ran towards each other, and a few Jianghu people hurried past them.

Zhang Ye couldn't help but said sourly, "It's another group that went to Taobao."

No one in the carriage paid him any attention. This was the first time he regretted pantothenic acid.

"Uncle Zhang, you can go if you want." Cheng Ming smiled.

"Go, go, what do children know!" Zhang Ye rolled his eyes.

Chen Mu looked back at the few Jianghu people who left with the smoke and dust.

Yu Guang noticed the Qingshan County refugees following behind the convoy.

Some people fled desperately, while others sharpened their heads and drilled in.

"I don't know how many people will die."

Looking back, Chen Mu closed his eyes and ignored it.

It is a long way from Qingshan County to Nanyang Prefecture.

According to Jie Jia, even if the wind is smooth, it will take at least a month and a half.

"Such a long time can't be wasted."

Chen Mu called out the gray wall.

Writing: 1666/10000/second order;

Drawing: 1533/10000/second order;

Throwing: 7553/10000/third order;

Kestrel training: 5311/10000/third-order;

Cooking: 806/10000/second order;

Pharmacy: 626/10000/third-order;

Sleeve Sword: 816/10000/Tier 3;

Five Ghosts Moving Mountain Spell: 397/10000/Tier 3;

Writing and drawing are omitted. He hasn't brushed these two experiences for a long time.

Crushed stones can be seen everywhere, and throwing can be practiced with locust stones, but the movement is a bit big, so I can only give up.

If people see the locust stone, it will not be a trump card.

Cooking skills do not need to be deliberately practiced, and you can accumulate experience by cooking every day.

Pharmacy is not easy to handle. The medical books are all finished. Hands-on preparation of medicines can also gain experience.

But, on the way...

The sleeve sword can practice collecting swords and hiding swords.

But still the same sentence, there are more people who know it, even if it is not a trump card.

Five ghosts move the mountain mantra?

Ditto.

"The breathing method in the shape training technique can be pondered."

Chen Mu leaned on the carriage, his body swayed with the carriage, his breathing rhythm slowly adjusted, and he approached the kestrel breathing technique.

...

Shaping exercises can stimulate different parts of the muscles.

The breathing method is only effective when it cooperates with it.

"If you can mobilize the corresponding muscles by sitting, can you also complete this coordination and achieve the effect of exercise?"

In the next few days, along this line of thought, Chen Mu thought about it when he had time.

Thanks to the proficiency grey wall.

When throwing and lifting the sleeve sword, it brought qualitative changes to the body.

In addition to improving physical fitness, it also improves control over the whole body.

Also thanks to the proficiency grey wall.

Every time he tried, it brought him a lot of insights.

Let him gradually go further down this road.

...

"Master, what's wrong with Brother Chen?" Zhang Ye looked at Chen Mu curiously.

This state has been going on for three or four days.

Often in a daze, do some strange actions from time to time.

At first glance, sometimes happy and sometimes annoyed.

Slow response, asked for a long time to answer a sentence.

Jie Jia glanced at him and said lightly, "Practice."

He was all too familiar with this state of concentration and addiction. We have been together for more than a year, and he has seen each other more than once.

This trance-like state occurs when the opponent engages in a certain skill practice.

Zhang Ye looked surprised. Can he practice qigong even in a daze?

Strange!

Immediately, his eyes rolled, and he quietly reached out to grab the package beside Chen Mu.

It's bulging, there should be a lot of preserved fruit and meat, right?

On weekdays, I often see Chengming Xiaodaotong eating.

Just smelling it makes my stomach churn.

suck...

or? try...

Just as he was about to start, he noticed two lines of sight.

Zhang Ye turned his head to look.

The eyelids were drooping and narrowed into a slit, and the bright yellow eyes showed no emotion at all. This was Jie Jia.

The big eyes are bright, and the blinking is clever, this is the Chengming little Taoist boy.

Zhang Ye raised his eyebrows and winked at the two of them, "It's an even draw."

With an expressionless face, Jie Jia turned his head calmly and looked forward.

Chengming smiled and lifted the curtain of the car to look out.

Zhang Ye rubbed his hands together excitedly.

He started out as a street gangster. Although he was the leader of the gang, his three-handed skills never failed.

Looking back at the fat Du Xianwei. The other party is pretending to sleep with his eyes closed.

Very good, no one noticed, no one reminded.

Today, the man has to taste what this preserved fruit and meat tastes like? !

The rough palm silently reached into the cloth bag.

laugh!

A sharp point of the sword suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Ye's eyes.

Zhang Ye's pupils shrank suddenly, and his whole body froze in place.

The right hand tremblingly retracted from the cloth bag.

Swish!

The dagger disappeared out of thin air.

Zhang Ye let out a sigh of relief and touched his forehead with sweat.

Glancing at Chen Mu, whose eyes were still dull, as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Ye quickly hid in the depths of the carriage.

Can't be bothered, can't be bothered...

"Ha!" Chengming Xiaodaotong couldn't help laughing at Zhang Ye's cowardly look.

Then, under Zhang Ye's dumbfounded expression, he easily took out two small cloth bags from the cloth bag.

One was handed to Jie Jia, and the other was enjoyed by himself.

"I paid!" Cheng Ming stared at Zhang Ye and smiled.

Zhang Ye: "..."

...

Xiaodongshan, Qingfeng View.

Before the altar was completed, the disciples of Qingfengguan were dismissed by Feng Ren in batches.

In the square in front of the Patriarch's Hall, the scene of lively martial arts practice in the past is gone.

Only a row of black cast iron man piles remained, deserted.

Clang!

A pitch-black fist hit the iron man stake.

Sparks fly.

clang clang...

Sincere fists are like hammers, constantly hitting.

After a while, a cracked pit appeared on the iron man pile.

The broken iron slag fell to the ground with dark red high temperature. The sincere fist, however, was radiating a touch of heat, unscathed.

He was shirtless and his hair was loose. Both hands and arms are covered with a layer of black translucent film.

This is the courage he dreamed of.

With the help of Changshengyin, the shape training has progressed rapidly, and he was already stuck at the peak of Yisui, and he quickly developed courage.

The longevity is powerful, and it quickly increases the range of the soul, gradually covering both arms.

When it covers the whole body and looks like an armor, it is the courage to complete the armor.

But now sincerity is not the slightest joy. The venting generally keeps hammering the wooden figurines.

Next to the martial arts field, Wu Yin sat on a collapsed stone tablet.

He held a knife in one hand and a huge beef shank in the other.

Cut the beef shank piece by piece and put it on the plate in front of you.

The chubby boy squatted in front of the stone monument and guarded the white porcelain plate.

Wu Yin cut a piece, and he grabbed a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, eating it all over his face.

"I heard that you have a younger junior brother." Wu Yin chatted casually while cutting meat to take care of his grandson.

Clang!

Sincerity punched hard on the iron man stake, his eyes were full of hatred.

If it weren't for the master's preference for the younger brother. He will not kill himself. He will not drink the longevity guide, and he will end his longevity road.

Damn honesty!

Wu Yin chuckled with interest: "Actually, it's not impossible."

Sincerity turned his head suddenly, his face full of excitement.

Immediately, his expression changed.

Wu Yin is his uncle, but he and his master are like enemies, but they are brothers after all. And he poisoned the master himself.

Thinking of his dream, he sincerely tried to squeeze a smile: "Please enlighten me."

"Tell me about your little junior brother, he also eats a lot?" Wu Yin smiled, with great interest.

Sincerity's face twisted. But in the end, he had to endure the hatred in his heart and grit his teeth to tell the honest past.

"Senior brother, it's worthy of coming out of the same door, we all think the same." Wu Yin was stunned for a moment and laughed.

Immediately looked at Cheng Yi: "As long as you can take your little junior brother to Shouyang Mountain, you can get a thousand machine order."

"With the Thousand Chance Order, you can leave this barren land and live forever."

"The troubles caused by longevity may be resolved in that unknown place."

Sincerity was instantly ecstatic.

Unexpectedly, the younger brother has such a role!

"Your master dismissed his disciples and left you alone. Obviously, he intends to take you to Shouyang Mountain with you."

"It's a pity that you are smart enough to kill your teacher for the sake of longevity."

"Are you saying that my senior brother died unjustly?" Wu Yin asked jokingly.

Sincerity has a calm expression on his face. With new hope, he soon regained his composure.

"I've been busy with my master's funeral in the past few days, so please forgive me for the poor reception." Sincerity looked apologetic.

"Junior brother is young and alone, and my nephew is really worried, so he can only go to take care of him." Sincerity is full of sincerity: "I can't serve in front of my uncle, I'm very sorry."

Wu Yin pointed at the sincerity and laughed: "This hypocrisy, tsk tsk..."

...

Two days later.

On the carriage, Chen Muhuan dilated his pupils and shrank, slowly returning to his senses.

call!

He opened his mouth and let out a long breath.

Then suddenly began to change the breathing rhythm.

Obviously sitting there without moving. The muscles of the whole body are rhythmically with the breath.

A wave of heat emanated from him.

In this winter southern country where the cold wind blows, Chen Mu is like a human-shaped stove.

Chengming Xiaodaotong couldn't help moving to the entrance of the carriage, close to Chen Mu.

It's so warm.

A white mist rose from the top of Chen Mu's head, which was transpiring sweat.

Chen Mu took a deep breath and completed a breathing cycle.

Bring up the grey wall.

Kestrel training: 5352/10000/third-order;

Proficiency increased a bit.

"I'm really just an ordinary person."

"Ordinary people train in shape for ten years, and cultivate their spirit for a hundred years. At my speed, when can I develop spirit in what year and month?"

"People are born with Dao bones, and they practice the body shape for three years for three years. I practiced the breathing method once, and I only gained a little experience?!"

"Practice up to twenty times an hour."

"There is still an upper limit to physical strength."

"Having a proficiency level of one hundred and fifty-six a day is a fluke!"

"Even if everything goes well, it will take more than a month to think about Yi Sui Dacheng?!"

"I really am a disappointing ordinary person..."

"Brother Chen, what are you happy about?" Cheng Ming stared at Chen Mu and asked curiously.

"Am I happy?"

"Did you read it wrong?"

Jie Jiaming's yellow eyes slowly rolled, and he glanced at Chen Mu and said lightly, "My mouth is almost reaching my ears."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"I am sad and angry!"

"It's sad!"

"I'm just an ordinary person with mediocre talent, what qualifications do I have to be happy?"

"I'm so sad!"