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 of the two is far worse than that of Painter Yan!

Fortunately, his portrait business has been booming recently, and he is not short of this amount of money.

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

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

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

This is what he specially collected for practicing locust stones.

Woo...Bang!

Woo...Bang!

A series of low whistling explosions rose in the courtyard.

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

"I won't be able to 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 level by him, and its power gradually became prominent.

With a hundred hits within ten meters, the impact is also very powerful, even comparable to the small-caliber firearms of the previous life.

It was with 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 a person 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's also the reason why Lu Chatou took a step of five or six meters.

Kestrel training focuses on improving speed.

The difficulty lies 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.

Then you can correctly match the various asanas of shape training, and this is the real entry.

He has 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 breathing and overall movement.

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

The strength of the whole body suddenly became smooth.

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 long 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 inconspicuous pharmacy.

After a quarter of an hour, 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 has already started to practice shape, and needs to take the matching secret medicine.

Scattered buying of medicine is also for fear of being seen by drugstores.

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

"There's definitely something to be said about it, but now we can only do this first." Chen Mu sighed.

Taking medicine, eating meat and practicing qigong, 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 it cannot be cut off.

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

This is something I promised Du County Lieutenant before.

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

At least no street gangsters bothered him anymore.

…

Time passed slowly, half a month later.

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

Chen Mu was immersed in practicing the exercises 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 very afraid of losing his head bald.

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

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

"Why do you surround so many people?" Chen Mu approached Zheng Tu and asked.

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

When Chen Mu heard the words, he stepped on his feet and looked.

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 iron chains on his feet, his hands tied behind his back, and a black cloth bag covering his head to cover his face.

The stations around Shitai are full of yamen officers catching 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 Chinese character face, the skin is slightly dark, and the face is expressionless. It is the magistrate of Qingshan County.

Du Xianwei, who was protecting the people from the border, sat on the other side's left.

On the other side is an old man of fifty or sixty years old with a gray beard. Chen Mu guessed that it should be the county magistrate of Qingshan County.

Zheng Tu said in a low voice, "That gangster is also very powerful. It is said that in order to capture him, Lu Chau's head was seriously injured."

Can it hurt Lu Chau'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 painter Yan, and it was still four or five points away from the thief's true appearance.

"This guy is not a real gangster!"

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

Can't think about it anymore, hurry up!

"Cut up ten catties 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 left in a hurry without waiting for him to answer.

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

…

Seven or eight people were drinking and chatting in the private room of Ruyi Zhai in Anlefang, East City.

With a round face and small eyes, a rich middle-aged man sat on top.

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

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

The rich 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." Painter Yan looked embarrassed.

"Old Yan thinks it's bad. You can't be **** 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.

"You are old and strict." The wealthy middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction.

After that, there was another round of shoveling.

After the meal, painter 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 the kid would really make a name for himself!" Painter Yan secretly hated.

"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 eliminated!" 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.

"It's impossible to go to the ghost market. It's another expense. Damn boy!" Painter Yan hurried away with a livid face.