My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

Lijiang Acropolis, Yongtongfang.

Chen Mu had just finished practicing the white ape shape technique and sat down on the rocking chair under the pavilion to rest.

The left hand is holding a wooden cup full of brewed milk tea, and the right index finger taps the armrest of the rocking chair.

A black spot the size of a fat soybean appeared on the back of his right hand.

"The accumulation of courage is too slow." Chen Mu shook his head.

To increase the speed of revitalization. He mixes meat and vegetables every day and eats a lot of high-nutrient foods. And specially made it into an easy-to-absorb state by cooking.

During this period, various decoctions to replenish vitality were also taken quantitatively.

But half a year later, the strength of the soles of the feet has increased by less than 10%. If you are not careful, you can't even see the change!

"Something's wrong." Chen Mu frowned.

"Why does the moment when the shape training succeeds, a large chunk of courage suddenly appears."

"Subsequent expansion requires a little bit of support."

"The two appear at different speeds!" Chen Mu's eyes lit up.

If you want to understand the principle, you may be able to find a way to quickly train into armor!

After thinking about it, he shook his head: "Let's practice with peace of mind first."

The history of practicing shape art is unknown for many years. There is really a secret method in this area, even if it is secret, you can hear it.

"It's a pity that the old man is not here." Chen Mu thought about the old man again.

Although it is a dead man asking for money, he knows a lot.

...

Lijiang Tower.

Zhuo Yinghai stood by the window on the third floor overlooking the vast Li River.

"Senior Zhuo, long time no see!" A short, fat, black-faced strong man in his forties laughed and walked into the private room.

"Tang Master Li." Zhuo Yinghai reluctantly responded with a smile.

This person is Li Jun, the head of Fuhai Hall of the Jinghong Gang. He is one of the hall masters sent by the Jinghong Gang.

"I heard that something happened to Feng'er?" Li Jun asked with concern.

"That's why I'm here." Zhuo Yinghai said solemnly.

Li Jun frowned: "The murderer is in Lijiang Acropolis? Do you have his identity information?"

Zhuo Yinghai nodded, and one of his men immediately took out a picture scroll and unfolded it.

Li Jun glanced at it, took it and handed it to the subordinate behind him: "Go check this person."

"Thank you!" Zhuo Yinghai saluted with fists.

Li Jun waved his hand: "Outside talk. With our friendship, it's just a little effort."

"Don't worry. I, Li Jun, are in this Lijiang City, and I still have some face in the open and dark. As long as this person comes to Lijiang Acropolis, I will definitely find it out for you!"

"Go to my place to settle down first, and when I find out about this person, I'll go meet him with you!" Li Jun said solemnly.

Zhuo Yinghai clasped his fists again and thanked him.

...

Yongtongfang Chen's house.

Chen Mu took advantage of the gap in his practice of White Ape's Shape Technique, and began to take stock of his assets.

"Five thousand three hundred and twenty-nine taels of silver and eleven pieces of gold cake are left, and it's spent very quickly."

"It's not the money I make, but it doesn't hurt to use it." Chen Mu twitched the corners of his mouth.

A large amount of renting a house is the next best thing. The biggest expenses are medicinal materials, secret medicines for shape training, and various tonics.

One hundred thousand mustard grass is more than one hundred taels, and two hundred years will cost three hundred taels.

In order to replenish his vitality and nurture his vigor, Chen Mu consumes two to three copies of the two-hundred-year-old Qianshou grass every month.

"It is really expensive to cultivate courage." Chen Mu sighed.

It's hard to imagine how many resources those armored soul masters have filled in.

He felt that it was not an exaggeration to describe it as massive.

"The hidden danger of the Dragon Transformation Pill can't be removed?" Chen Mu couldn't help but shake.

"Forget it, you can't cut off your future in a hurry." Chen Mu shook his head.

He is still very interested in opening the Heavenly Gate after the armor.

Putting away the silver notes and copper plates, Chen Mu moved a long table and placed it under the gazebo. After a long absence, he picked up the paintbrush and started painting.

After a while, an abstract pattern connected by spots and threads is drawn.

"It's said that God's intention is the core of training, but what is this God's intention?"

Then he drew the divine intention of the blue-eyed golden ape to practice shape art. Chen Mu pondered over the two meaningless abstract paintings.

After a long while, Chen Mu sighed: "Sure enough, I can't see anything."

"It's better to eat honestly to nourish your soul."

Eyes habitually glanced at eye proficiency.

It was found that the drawing ability improved by two points.

What's the meaning? Chen Mu was stunned.

Before brushing the image proficiency, even if you draw a cartoon picture of a big head, you can get five or six points of proficiency.

"You said I didn't draw like that?" Chen Mu stared at God's intent thoughtfully.

"It's kind of interesting..."

...

In a five-entry mansion by the river, Li Jun was drinking tea with Zhuo Yinghai in the living room.

Zhuo Yinghai looked sullen and uninterested.

Five days passed without any news, and he was about to give up.

Also, how could someone who can endure the pain of cutting bones and filling flesh leave such obvious flaws.

Said that he was coming to Lijiang City, maybe he would turn away immediately after disembarking.

Li Jun didn't know what to say. The old man had died of his son, so he could only intensify his search.

Unfortunately the result was unsatisfactory.

At this time, a subordinate rushed in in a hurry, knelt down on one knee and clasped his fist and said, "Hall Master, I found it!"

"Come on!" Zhuo Yinghaiteng stood up.

He thought he was looking for a needle in a haystack, but he did not expect to find it.

"Xiao Wu in the house of the county government said that more than a month ago, a scholar named Chen Jia rented a yard in Yongtongfang."

"The information is from Xue's dental office to help with the registration."

"That person is also from Liangpu County."

Zhuo Yinghai was full of excitement.

Right, name, ancestry, time, all right!

He got up and went to Yongtongfang.

Li Jun quickly stopped him.

"Even if you want to go, you can't go now. Your state is really inappropriate." Li Jun said, looking at the other party's bloodshot eyes.

"More than a month has passed. If that person is still there, he will continue to be there."

"What you have to do should be to get a good night's sleep and recharge your energy. It just so happens that it is convenient for me to mobilize a master and lay an ambush for that person."

Zhuo Yinghai took a deep breath and stopped: "You're right. You can't startle the snake. You have to recharge your batteries and go down in one fell swoop!"

...

Yongtongfang, Chen's house.

Chen Mu stared at the long table with divine intent.

"The freehand drawing method is not right." Chen Mu wondered.

He originally thought that God's intentions should be more important than shape.

So I switched to a different way of painting.

He himself felt that the painting was very good, and he clearly expressed the vague, hazy and dynamic feeling.

But the proficiency didn't increase him at all.

"It's getting more and more interesting." Chen Mu became interested.

The ability to draw comes from the earliest self-portraits. The improvement of proficiency involves many aspects, including painting skills, paper, and paint.

But the most important point is similarity. This is related to the original intention of Chen Mu's portrait.

He wanted to draw a scroll that looked like a three-dimensional photograph, the more realistic the better. Drawing skills are thus linked to similarity.

The more similar you draw, the more your proficiency will improve.

"Could it be that my god's intention is a parallel import?!" Chen Mu felt a little numb in his brain.

"What is the god's intention in the secret book?"

He immediately took out the blue-eyed golden ape to practice the shape technique, and copied the final messy pattern of the secret book.

"Just a little more?"

"Good guy."

"This is also a parallel import!"