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The power of the whole body suddenly became smooth.
As soon as the action stopped, Chen Mu immediately called up the gray wall.
Writing: 1132/10000/Level ;
Picture: 569/10000/Second Order;
Throw: 1372/10000/second level;
Red Falcon Shape Training: 3/10000/First Level;
“Finally I made the list.”
……
West Market, Bao'an Hall.
A small pharmacy tucked into a small alley.
Usually, ordinary people come here to see a doctor and get medicine.
Chen Mu, wearing a gray and white gown, walked along the blue brick path, passed through the narrow alley that looked like a crack in the sky, and entered this unremarkable drugstore.
A quarter of an hour later, he left quickly with a bag of medicinal herbs.
Afterwards, he went to several other small medicine shops and bought some medicinal materials. Then he hurried home.
Red Falcon has mastered the art of body shape training and needs to take the corresponding secret medicine.
The reason for buying medicine separately is to avoid being discovered by the pharmacy.
Weigh the herbs according to the prescription, pour them all into the casserole and start boiling.
"There must be something fishy going on here, but this is all we can do for now." Chen Mu sighed.
Taking medicine, eating meat and practicing martial arts are what Chen Mu does as long as he stays at home.
What seems boring to ordinary people, he actually enjoys doing it.
But he had to go out and paint portraits for people every few days.
This is our only source of income at present and it cannot be cut off.
Of course, he would occasionally go to the county government office to help draw wanted portraits.
This is what I promised to County Magistrate Du before.
Although it's free work, it's not without benefits.
At least there were no more street thugs bothering him.
……
Time passed slowly, half a month later.
Chen Mu walked out of the house and prepared to go to the East Market to buy meat.
Chen Mu was immersed in his training, which consumed a lot of energy. He had to eat two pounds of meat at every meal, otherwise he would not be able to resist hunger at all.
In order to supplement nutrition, Chen Mu planned to buy a few hens and raise a few sheep, and mix them with goat milk and eggs.
He was afraid that his head would become bald from training.
As soon as I arrived at East Market, I saw the intersection was crowded with people.
Zheng the butcher was leaning against the street corner to join in the fun.
"Why are there so many people gathered?" Chen Mu approached Zheng Tu and asked.
"Do you still remember the Wang family massacre? The thief has been caught. We are going to chop off his head today." The fat on Zheng Tu's cheeks swayed, and he looked like he was watching the fun.
Upon hearing this, Chen Mu tiptoed to look.
There is a circular stone platform with a diameter of three or four meters in the center of the intersection.
A prisoner in prison clothes was kneeling on the stone platform, with iron chains on his feet, his hands bound behind his back, and a black cloth bag covering his face.
The area around the stone platform was filled with yamen runners and constables.
On the north side of the street corner there was a gray cloth tent with three men in official uniforms sitting calmly underneath.
The person in the middle is a middle-aged man in his forties.
He had a square face, dark skin and expressionless face. He was the magistrate of Qingshan County.
The Du County Lieutenant who was responsible for protecting the country and the people was sitting on the other side's left.
On the other side was an old man in his fifties or sixties with a gray beard. Chen Mu guessed that he should be the county magistrate of Qingshan County.
Zheng Tu whispered, "That bandit was quite powerful. It is said that Captain Lu was seriously injured in the attempt to catch him."
Can it hurt Captain Lu?
It seems that he is also a strong man who has practiced the art of physical training!
Suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd, and Chen Mu turned around and saw the thief taking off his hood.
Staring at that face, Chen Mu's heart skipped a beat.
This man looks exactly like the portrait on the wanted poster.
But he knew clearly that the wanted poster was drawn by Painter Yan, and it was still four or five points away from the thief's real appearance.
"This guy is not a real family-destroying gangster!"
"The wrong person was arrested accidentally? Or is the county government looking for a scapegoat?"
Don’t think too much, just go!
"Cut ten pounds of meat for me, half tenderloin and half pork belly. I'm going to buy some white wheat first and come back to get it later." Chen Mu said to Zheng Tu and left in a hurry without waiting for his answer.
After walking a few steps, a shout came from behind. Chen Mu paused, then strode away.
……
In the Ruyizhai private room at Anlefang in the East Market, seven or eight people were drinking and chatting.
A middle-aged man with a round face, small eyes and a wealthy appearance sat at the top.
"Recently, there is a young painter with superb painting skills in the city. It is said that the portraits he draws look like real people. Have you heard of him, Mr. Yan?" The middle-aged man said to the painter Yan beside him with a smile.
Painter Yan's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm and said, "I heard that the boss is impressed by his painting skills?"
The wealthy middle-aged man nodded: "Not bad. Bringing him into our Miao Hua Studio will increase the influence of Miao Hua Studio."
"But I heard that he has connections with the government, so it's not easy to touch him." Painter Yan looked embarrassed.
"Mr. Yan is wrong. We can't use force against such talents." The wealthy middle-aged man shook his head.
"We have connections at Miaohuafang, and he has painting skills. By cooperating with us, he will have more clients and we will increase our influence. It's a win-win situation."
"Then I'll give it a try." Painter Yan nodded.
"Thank you, Mr. Yan." The wealthy middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction.
Then there was another round of drinking.
After the meal, Painter Yan left everyone with a smile on his face.
He left Ruyizhai with two sturdy followers.
Not long after he walked away, the smile on his face gradually turned cold.
"I didn't expect that kid would become famous!" Painter Yan hated in his heart.
"Zhang Qing and Li Fan are really useless. If they had been eliminated long ago, this wouldn't have happened!" Painter Yan felt threatened.
"Once that kid enters Miao Huafang, my position will be in jeopardy." Painter Yan frowned and thought deeply.
"No, we must get rid of that guy!" Painter Yan glanced at the two burly men behind him.
"These two people have connections with Miao Huafang and cannot be used." Painter Yan thought to himself.
"Maybe we have to go to the ghost market. It's another expense. Damn kid!" Painter Yan left quickly with a grim face.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 15 Ghost Market
Ping An Fang
Chen Mu sat next to the stove under the thatched shed.
There was a small stove on the ground next to the stove, and the casserole on top was bubbling with steam. The rich aroma of medicine spread out.
He was brewing the secret potion of Red Falcon's body training technique.
This secret medicine is very valuable, one portion costs one or two taels of silver, which really makes Chen Mu feel distressed.
If his portrait business wasn't relatively stable now, he wouldn't dare to practice it.
After the secret medicine was ready, Chen Mu poured it out to let it cool, then drank it in one gulp.
After rubbing his belly a few times, he began to practice the Red Falcon Form Training Technique in the yard.
Chen Mu's figure moved left and right, running around the yard continuously, his sleeves rustling as they were pulled by the air, and his speed was comparable to that of a 100-meter sprint.
Chen Mu ran for a quarter of an hour before he stopped, took a deep breath, and his rising and falling chest soon calmed down.
As Red Falcon's proficiency in the Shape Training Technique increases, its effects begin to show.
Chen Mu's overall physical fitness has improved. His strength, speed, and endurance have increased to varying degrees.
After running quickly for a quarter of an hour, my breathlessness was quickly relieved and I still had some energy left.
"If this speed were used in the previous Olympics, no short-distance running champion would be able to escape!"
Writing: 1245/10000/Level ;
Picture: 663/10000/Second Order;
Throw: 2465/10000/second level;
Red Falcon Shape Training: 1050/10000/First Level;
"Another 15 experience points increased."