My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

Ping'an Square, Chen Mu's home.

"Two poor ghosts." Chen Mu played with a few pieces of silver in disappointment.

The return gift of the two is far worse than that of Yan Painter!

Fortunately, his recent portrait business is booming, and it's not worth the money.

The two green-skinned thugs broke their legs, so don't want to trouble him for at least half a year.

Putting away the broken silver, Chen Mu came to the west side of the yard.

There was a small pile of rubble under the thatched shed.

This is what he collected specially for practicing locust stones.

Woo... bang!

Woo... bang!

A series of low whistling explosions rose in the yard.

An hour later, Chen Mu stopped practicing while rubbing his sore arms.

"I can't practice at home in the future." Chen Mu frowned and stared at the pitted earth wall. He was afraid of smashing the wall.

With a thought, he called out the gray wall.

Writing: 1132/10000/second order;

Drawing: 569/10000/second order;

Throwing: 1331/10000/second order;

The locust stone was trained to the second order by him, and its power gradually emerged.

The impact is also very powerful, even comparable to the small-caliber firearms of the previous life.

It was by the power of the locust stone that he smashed the legs of the two gangsters in two or three blows.

"This is only the second order..." Chen Mu sighed with anticipation.

After a short rest, Chen Mu continued to ponder the kestrel shape training technique.

According to Sheng Hong's introduction, shape training is a secret technique that can make people reborn.

With the deepening of practice, you can gradually break the limits of the human body and acquire abilities such as strength, speed, and reaction that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

It was also the reason why Lu Chatou stepped five or six meters away.

Kestrel training focuses on improving speed.

The difficulty is in breathing. It has a whole set of requirements for breathing.

Take sixty breaths as a section, and each breath has specific requirements for the depth and speed of it.

And the front and back are connected and echoed, becoming a cycle.

Chen Mu needs to change his breathing habits to keep himself in this cycle.

And then correctly cooperate with the various asanas, and this is the real entry.

He's been trying to change his breathing habits these days. It is now generally ensured that the breathing is not disturbed.

Today is the time to experiment with the leap fit.

Chen Mu concentrated and ran around the yard in strict accordance with the footwork taught by Sheng Hong.

At a certain moment, there is a sudden connection between the breath and the overall movement.

The whole person is like a car with the clutch released, and the power and action are hooked.

The whole body suddenly became smoother.

As soon as the movement stopped, Chen Mu immediately called out the gray wall.

Writing: 1132/10000/second order;

Drawing: 569/10000/second order;

Throwing: 1372/10000/second order;

Kestrel shape training: 3/10000/first order;

"It's finally on the list."

...

West City, Baoantang.

A small pharmacy tucked away in a small alley.

Usually, the people who come here to see a doctor and get medicine are ordinary people.

Wearing a grey and white gown, Chen Mu stepped on the green brick path, walked through the narrow alley that looked like a thin line of sky, and walked into this unremarkable pharmacy.

A quarter of an hour later, he quickly left with a pack of medicinal materials.

After that, he went to several other small pharmacies to buy some medicinal materials. This is the hurry to go home.

Kestrel training has already started, and you need to take the matching secret medicine.

Scattered buying medicine is also afraid of being seen by drugstores.

Weigh the herbs according to the prescription, pour them into a casserole and start to boil them.

"There must be some attention to this, but now we can only do this first." Chen Mu sighed.

Taking medicine and eating meat to practice exercises, as long as he stays at home, Chen Mu has been doing these things.

Ordinary people seem boring and boring, but he is a little bit bored.

It's just that every few days he has to go out and give people a portrait.

This is the only source of income at present and cannot be cut off.

Of course, occasionally he would go to the county office to help draw a wanted portrait.

This is what I promised Du Xianwei before.

Although it is a freelance job, it is not without benefits.

At least no more street gangsters bothered him.

...

Time passed slowly, half a month later.

Chen Mu walked out of the house and was about to go to Dongshi to buy meat.

Chen Mu was immersed in the practice and consumed a lot. Every meal should have two catties of meat to eat, otherwise it will not fight hunger at all.

To supplement nutrition, Chen Mu plans to buy a few hens and raise a few sheep. Combine goat milk and eggs.

He was afraid of balding his head.

As soon as I came to Dongshi, I saw that the cross street was full of people.

Zheng Tu, a meat seller, was leaning on a street corner to join in the fun.

"Why are there so many people around?" Chen Mu approached Zheng Tu and asked.

"Remember the case of Wang's family annihilation? The thief caught him. Today, he is going to behead him."

Chen Mu heard the words and stepped to look.

There is a circular stone platform with a diameter of three or four meters in the center of the cross street.

On the stone platform was kneeling a prisoner in a prison uniform, with chains on his feet, his hands tied behind his back, and a black cloth bag covering his head to cover his face.

The station around Shitai is full of yamen to catch fast.

To the north of the street was a gray cloth tent, and three old men in official uniforms were sitting below.

In the middle is a middle-aged man in his forties.

The face of the national character, the skin is slightly dark, and the face is expressionless. It is the magistrate of Qingshan County.

Du Xianwei, who was protecting the country and the people, sat on the left side of the other party.

On the other side was an old man in his fifties or sixties with a gray beard. Chen Mu guessed that it should be the county magistrate of Qingshan County.

Zheng Tu whispered: "That gangster is also very powerful. It is said that in order to capture him, Lu Zhaotou was seriously injured."

Can you hurt Lu Jie's head?

It seems that he is also a strong man who has practiced shape training!

Suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd, and Chen Mu couldn't help turning his head to look, just in time to see the thief who took off his hood.

Staring at that face, Chen Mu's heart skipped a beat.

This person is very similar to the portrait on the wanted notice.

But he knew that the wanted order was drawn by Yan Painter, and it was four or five points away from the real appearance of the thief.

"This guy is not a real gangster!"

"Accidentally arrested the wrong person? Or was the county government looking for a scapegoat?"

Don't think about it anymore, go now!

"Cut up ten kilograms of meat for me, half and half of the tenderloin and pork belly. I'll go buy some white wheat first, and I'll pick it up later." Chen Mu said to Zheng Tu, and hurriedly left without waiting for him to answer.

Before taking a few steps, there was a voice behind him. Chen Mu paused, then strode away.

...

In the East City Anlefang, seven or eight people were drinking and chatting in the elegant room of Ruyi Zhai.

A rich middle-aged man with a round face and small eyes sat on the top.

"Recently, there has been a young painter with superb painting skills in the city. It is said that the portraits are like real people. Has Mr. Yan heard of it?" The middle-aged man said to the painter Yan next to him with a smile.

Painter Yan's heart skipped a beat, and the old god was there: "I heard that the owner is interested in his painting skills?"

The wealthy middle-aged man nodded: "Yes. Pulling into our Miaohua Workshop can increase the influence of Miaohua Workshop."

"But I heard that he has a relationship with the yamen, so it's not easy to touch him." Yan Painter looked embarrassed.

"Old Yan thinks it's bad. You can't be hard on this kind of talent." The rich middle-aged man shook his head.

"Our Miaohuafang has connections, he has painting skills, and he cooperates with us. He has more customers, and we increase our influence. This is a win-win situation."

"Then I'll try it." Painter Yan nodded.

"Old Lao Yan." The rich middle-aged nodded with satisfaction.

After that, there was another shove of cups.

After the meal, Master Yan separated from the crowd with a smile on his face.

Leaving Ruyizhai with two sturdy attendants.

Not long after walking out, the smile on his face gradually turned cold.

"I didn't expect that boy to break out of the fame!" Yan Painter secretly hated in his heart.

"Zhang Qing and Li Fan are really two wastes. If he had been abolished earlier, how could this happen today!" Painter Yan felt threatened.

"Once that kid enters the Miaohua Workshop, my status will be lost." Painter Yan frowned and thought deeply.

"No, that kid must be removed!" Painter Yan glanced at the two strong men behind him.

"The relationship between these two people is the Miaohuafang, which can't be used." Yan painter thought to himself.

"I can't say I have to go to the ghost market. It's another expense. Damn boy!" Painter Yan walked away quickly with a livid face.