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Just as he was about to take action, he noticed two gazes.
Zhang Ye turned around and looked.
His eyelids drooped and narrowed into a slit, and his bright yellow eyes showed no emotion at all. This is Jie Jia.
His big, bright eyes blink with cleverness; he is the little Taoist boy Chengming.
Zhang Ye raised his eyebrows and winked at the two of them, "We'll split it evenly."
Jie Jia had no expression on his face. He turned his head calmly and looked forward.
Cheng Ming chuckled and lifted the car window curtain to look out.
Zhang Ye rubbed his hands excitedly.
He started out as a street thug. Although he became the leader of a gang, he never lost his skills as a three-handed thug.
I turned around and looked at the fat Du County Lieutenant. He was pretending to sleep with his eyes closed.
Very good, no one noticed, no one reminded.
Today, I have to try this preserved fruit and meat jerky. What does it taste like?!
The rough hand slowly and silently reached into the cloth bag.
laugh!
A sharp sword tip suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Ye.
Zhang Ye's pupils suddenly shrank and his whole body froze in place.
He withdrew his right hand tremblingly from the cloth bag.
Swish!
The dagger disappeared into thin air.
Zhang Ye let out a long sigh and wiped the sweat off his forehead.
He glanced at Chen Mu, whose eyes were still lifeless, as if nothing had happened.
Zhang Ye quickly hid deep inside the carriage.
I can’t afford to offend you…
"Ha!" The little Taoist Chengming couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw Zhang Ye's cowardly look.
Then, as Zhang Ye stared in amazement, he easily took out two small cloth bags from the bag.
He gave one to Jiejia and enjoyed the other one himself.
"I paid!" Cheng Ming stared at Zhang Ye and smiled.
Zhang Ye: “…”
……
Xiaodongshan, Qingfeng Temple.
Before the altar was completed, the disciples of Qingfeng Temple were dismissed in batches by Fengren.
In the square in front of the Patriarch's Hall, the lively scene of martial arts practice in the past is no longer seen.
All that was left was a row of black iron-cast human figures, looking desolate and deserted.
Clang!
A pitch-black fist smashed into the iron pile.
Sparks flew.
clang clang...
Sincerity's fists are like hammers, hitting continuously.
After a while, a broken dent appeared on the iron man pile.
The broken iron slag fell to the ground with a dark red heat. However, the sincere fist was steaming and remained unscathed.
He was shirtless, with his hair loose, and his arms and hands were covered with a layer of dark translucent film.
This was the courage he had always dreamed of.
With the help of Changshengyin, his practice of form-changing techniques progressed rapidly. He was originally stuck at the peak of Yi Sui, but soon he developed the courage.
The longevity-inducing vitality is powerful, rapidly increasing the range of the wandering soul and gradually covering both arms.
When it covers the whole body like armor, the courage is fully realized and becomes armor spirit.
But now Chengyi had no joy at all. He kept hammering the wooden man as if to vent his anger.
Next to the martial arts training ground, Wu Yin sat on a collapsed stone tablet.
He held a small knife in one hand and a huge braised beef leg in the other.
He cut the beef leg into slices and put them on the plate in front of him.
The chubby boy squatted in front of the stone tablet, guarding the white porcelain plate.
Wu Yin cut off a piece, and he grabbed a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, his face covered with oil from eating.
"I heard that you have a little junior brother." Wu Yin chatted casually while cutting meat and taking care of his grandson.
Clang!
Cheng Yi punched the iron man hard, his eyes full of hatred.
If the master had not favored his junior fellow apprentice, he would not have killed his master. And he would not have drunk the immortality elixir and cut off his own path to immortality.
Damn Cheng Ming!
Wu Yin chuckled with interest: "Actually, there is a solution."
Chengyi suddenly turned his head, his face full of excitement.
Immediately his expression changed.
Wu Yin was his uncle, and he and his master were like enemies, but they were brothers after all. But he poisoned his master.
Thinking of his dream, he sincerely tried to force out a smile: "Please give me some advice, uncle."
"Tell me about your junior brother. Does he have a big appetite?" Wu Yin smiled, looking very interested.
Chengyi's face twisted for a moment, but in the end he had to suppress the hatred in his heart and grit his teeth as he recounted Chengming's past.
"Senior brother, we are from the same school. We have the same ideas." Wu Yin was stunned for a moment and then laughed.
Then he looked at Cheng Yi and said, "As long as you can take your junior brother to Shouyang Mountain, you can get a Qianji Order."
"With the Thousand Machine Order, I can leave this barren land and pursue immortality."
"The troubles caused by Changshengyin may be solved in that unknown place."
Sincerity was suddenly ecstatic.
I didn’t expect that my junior brother could have such a role!
"Your master dismissed all his disciples and only kept you. It's obvious that he intends to take you to Shouyang Mountain."
"It's a pity that you are so smart that you killed your master just for the sake of immortality."
"Do you think my senior brother's death was unjust?" Wu Yin asked jokingly.
Cheng Yi's face was calm. With new hope, he quickly regained his composure.
"I've been busy with my master's funeral in recent days. Please forgive me for the poor hospitality." He looked sincerely apologetic.
"Junior brother is young and alone. I am really worried about him, so I have to go and take care of him." Cheng Yi said sincerely, "I am very sorry that I cannot serve you in front of Uncle Master."
Wu Yin pointed at Cheng Yi and laughed: "Such hypocrisy, tsk tsk ..."
……
Two days later.
In the carriage, Chen Muhuan's pupils dilated and contracted, and he slowly came back to his senses.
call!
He opened his mouth and let out a long breath.
Then his breathing rhythm suddenly began to change.
Although he was sitting there motionless, his muscles were moving in rhythm with his breathing.
A wave of heat emanated from him.
In this cold winter in the south, Chen Mu is like a human furnace.
The little Taoist boy Chengming couldn't help but move to the entrance of the carriage and stand close to Chen Mu.
It's really warm.
A white mist rose from Chen Mu's head, it was the steaming sweat.
Chen Mu took a deep breath and completed a breathing cycle.
Bring up the gray wall.
Red Falcon Shape Training: 5352/10000/Level ;
Increase proficiency a bit.
"I am just an ordinary person after all."
"Ordinary people spend ten years training their bodies and a hundred years training their spirits. With my speed, when will it take me to develop my spirits?"
"He was born with a Taoist bone, and spent 100 days training his body and 3 years training his soul. I practiced the breathing method once, and I only gained a little experience?!"
"Practice at most twenty times in an hour."
"There is a limit to physical strength."
"It's a stroke of luck to reach a proficiency of 150 or 160 in one day!"
"Even if everything goes well, it will take more than a month to complete the marrow transformation?!"
"I am indeed an ordinary person who disappoints others..."