My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

Ping'an Square

Chen Mu sat beside the stove under the thatched shed.

This small stove was placed under the stove, and the casserole above was steaming hot. The strong medicinal smell spreads.

He is cooking the secret medicine for kestrel shape practice.

This secret medicine is very valuable, and it costs one or two silver per share, which really makes Chen Mu feel distressed.

If it weren't for his portrait business now being fairly stable, he wouldn't dare to practice at all.

After the secret medicine was boiled, pour it out and let it warm, and Chen Mu took a sip.

After rubbing his stomach a few times, he began to practice the kestrel form in the yard.

Chen Mu's figure moved from side to side, galloping around the yard, his sleeves being pulled by the air with a hula sound, and his speed was comparable to a 100-meter sprint.

After running for a quarter of an hour, Chen Mu stopped, took a deep breath, and his chest that was constantly heaving quickly calmed down.

With the improvement of the kestrel proficiency in shape training, the effect began to show.

The overall quality of Chen Mu's whole body has improved. Strength, speed, and endurance are enhanced to varying degrees.

He ran fast for a quarter of an hour, and his breath was quickly relieved, and there was still energy left.

"If this speed was put in the Olympic Games in the previous life, not one sprint and long distance champion would be able to run!"

Writing: 1245/10000/second order;

Drawing: 663/10000/second order;

Throwing: 2465/10000/second order;

Kestrel shape training: 1050/10000/first order;

"Another 15 points of experience."

"There is still a secret medicine to cooperate." Chen Mu sighed.

After more than 20 days of cultivation, every time I practice with the secret medicine, I can get 8 to 15 points of experience.

When you just take the secret medicine, you have the most experience, and it will decrease later.

Since he had to practice with all his strength every time, he would only practice six or seven times a day at most.

Any more and the whole body will be in unbearable pain. Probably to the limit of the body.

In this way, I can improve my proficiency by about fifty points a day.

"Break through the second-order and have a qualitative change, and there is a high probability that Yijin will be completed."

Sheng Hong told him that there are three levels of changes in shape training, namely, tendons, bones, and marrow.

Every change will greatly improve the physical quality, breaking the limit of ordinary people.

"According to the calculation of fifty experiences per day, it will take about 179 days to complete Yijin, which is about half a year." Chen Mu calculated silently.

"You can surpass most ordinary people after practicing for half a year. This speed is not bad. Hehe."

As for how long the last two levels will take, he can't guarantee it.

It is said to be more and more difficult.

Fortunately, with the gray wall proficiency, a little diligence can always be practiced.

Thinking of this, Chen Mu suddenly felt at ease.

Let's practice.

…

The morning time passed quickly.

Chen Mu set fire to cook, cooked white wheat, sautéed green vegetables, cut two catties of braised pork, and ate it.

As he practiced martial arts for a long time, his appetite became bigger and bigger.

Dundun does not leave meat, and spends five or six taels a month just on food.

Plus the body training secret medicine. The total spending in January is at least thirty-five taels.

The predecessor had never even seen so much money!

"Fortunately, those uncles and aunts are rich enough." Chen Mu no longer expects Miss Song Ji.

He was going to walk all the way to the dark among the uncles and aunts.

After having dinner and changing into clean clothes, Chen Mu went out and walked into the county town.

Today I made an appointment to paint a portrait of a member surnamed Li.

In the past few months, Chen Mu has been very skilled in this business.

When I got to the place, I started quickly, and in the evening, I walked home with more than ten taels of pen money.

He now has a client about every three or four days.

There can be seven or eighty taels in January.

If it wasn't for this money, he wouldn't dare to practice martial arts.

"I can't be complacent, this business will always be finished." Chen Mu was very sober.

The money he paid for his portraits was nothing more than those wealthy families in the city. The number is ultimately limited.

"We have to think about ways to increase resources and reduce expenditure."

He has no idea about open source for the time being.

He has some eyebrows about throttling.

The biggest expense at present is the secret medicine.

The most expensive is the medicinal herb called Qianshoucao, which costs half a tael per plant.

That thing exists in the mountains outside the city. However, it is difficult to collect them in inaccessible places.

In the former home village, it seems that there were hunters who collected this drug.

"I have to find time to go back to my hometown." Chen Mu thought silently.

…

In the evening, Master Yan set up two attendants and walked out of Anlefang.

Familiar with the door and familiar with the road, he came to an unremarkable car dealership in Dongshi.

He got into a black-painted carriage and left the city.

Half an hour later, the carriage got into a deserted village and stopped in a yard where half of the earth wall had collapsed.

With the last ray of sunshine gone.

The desolate and silent village became lively.

People wearing cloaks and covering their faces walked out of the dilapidated houses.

Lanterns are hung on both sides of the street, and there are many stalls along the road.

The things they sell are bizarre, antiques, medicinal herbs, tattered books, unknown animal meat, and even a black skull.

Painter Yan didn't dare to look any further, wrapped his cloak tightly, and quickly got into an alley.

When he came out again, his face covered with a black cloth couldn't help turning white.

"Damn poor boy! Your life is so valuable!" Painter Yan twitched in distress.

"Then if the scholar gets a relationship with Goulan Washi through Miaohuafang, how can I still have my business?!" Master Yan Hua hated his teeth. More than one singer has asked him about Chen Mu.

On the carriage back to the city, Painter Yan leaned against the carriage and closed his eyes to rest.

"More money means more money. At least he can get rid of that scholar without knowing it. No one will doubt him." Painter Yan could only comfort himself like this.

In just a few days, the scholar will die unexpectedly, and he will be completely safe.

"I told you, the water in this industry is very deep, you really can't control it." Painter Yan sneered.

"Good words are hard to persuade a damned ghost."

"This book will die if it lives or dies. The owner has to figure out a way to fool it." Painter Yan pondered.

I was thinking about how to deal with the doubts of the owner of Miaohuafang.

Suddenly I felt a cool breeze blowing.

Painter Yan opened his eyes involuntarily and found that the carriage stopped at an unknown time.

Just as he was about to ask, he found that there was a person sitting across from him.

Painter Yan was suddenly shocked.

The cool breeze came out of the carriage curtain, and the moonlight penetrated into the carriage, illuminating half of the face of the man opposite.

Painter Yan suddenly felt his heart skipped half a beat.

"You...you are!"

Pfft!

A silver light flashed.

Painter Yan suddenly felt a pain in his heart, his whole body stiffened for a moment, and then he trembled. UU reading www.uukanshu.com was completely dead after a while.

The curtains rolled, and the moonlight shone, revealing an indifferent face.

Taking a closer look, it is actually seven or eight points similar to the culprit of the Wang family's annihilation who had his head beheaded!

That person just stared coldly at Master Yan's pale face in horror.

The next moment, the cool wind blew, and the figure disappeared.

…

Qingshan County Government Office

As soon as Chen Mu walked out of the yamen, he ran into Lu Zhaotou.

"Master Chen, I haven't seen you for a while." Lu Zhaotou greeted with a smile.

"Lu Chutou is feeling better." Chen Mu also responded with a smile.

The last time the culprit of the Wang family's annihilation was arrested, Lu Zhao was injured and had been ill for a long time.

"It's alright." Lu Zhaotou waved his hand indifferently: "How's Young Master Chen's shape training?"

"Forget it, I'm not that material." Chen Mu said unwillingly.

Lu Zoutou's smile froze, he was still waiting to pay Chen Mu's money, why did he give up?

"If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me." Lu Zhaotou looked sincere.

"Really!" Chen Mu's face was full of surprise.

"Of course!" Lu Zhaotou smiled. As long as you give him some sweetness and see the hope of practicing martial arts, you can always fool people to Sheng Hong.

He has spent a lot of money on recuperating recently, and he urgently needs an income.

"Oh, let's forget it. I'm too tired to practice martial arts..." After speaking, Chen Mu strode away with a face full of shame.

Lu Zhutou, who just wanted to continue to persuade him, was stunned.

Too tired?

How can you persuade me?

Why is it not tiring to practice martial arts!

He looked at Chen Mu's back like he was looking at a big pile of long-legged silver.

run away...