Chapter 28: What is the Right Way of Martial Arts? I just want to master the evil way quickly (please read it later)
In order to thank Feng Mu for his psychological counseling, Wang Jian did not ask for the black core handed over by Feng Mu.
The reason is that he skipped work yesterday afternoon. Since the corpses were not burned together and Feng Mu did all the work alone, the exposed black cores did not need to be divided equally.
This is a good person. He must be fair-skinned and cheap when speaking truthfully.
Feng Mu didn't like the pushing and shoving, so he accepted the black core and handed Wang Jian 200 yuan, treating it as his own purchase.
"We have to abide by the rules we set together. Do you mean that if you burn something by yourself next time I go out for something, you will keep it to yourself?" Feng Mu forcibly stuffed the money into Wang Jian's pocket.
Seeing that Feng Mu was talking about such a big deal, Wang Jian had no choice but to accept the money, and at the same time thought to himself: "Sure enough, Feng Mu is a very good person like me."
Wang Jian When I took out my wallet, I had to ask for change. The black date-sized stone in my hand was not worth 200, and the black marketeer would give me 120 at most.
“No need.” Feng Mu waved his hand to refuse, and made another suggestion, “Can you give me your share of the black cores from burning corpses in the future? I will buy them at an average price of 200 per core. No matter how big or small, it saves you from going to the black market. How about it?"
"Why do you want to collect black cores?" Wang Jian agreed. He didn't suffer any loss for 200 pills. He was just a little confused.
"My father is from the patrol room, I...ahem." Feng Mu hesitated, with a look of embarrassment on his face, "Anyway, this is my little secret, can you keep it secret for me?"
The words "patrol room" were enough for Wang Jian to come up with several associations. Since he didn't suffer any loss, he stopped asking further and agreed.
"I will keep it a secret for you and won't tell anyone who asks." Wang Jian made an extremely serious promise. In order to enhance his persuasion, he added, "Even if the Green Wolf Gang cross-examines me, I will not tell Feng Mu said a word of your secret."
Feng Mu smiled and believed it.
A total of 7 corpses were burned during the day and afternoon.
Feng Mu had an extra black core in his pocket, and Wang Jian had an extra 200 yuan in his wallet. Both of them were very satisfied.
The seven corpses were transported, burned, sealed with ashes, and cleaned and disinfected. It took a total of 3 hours.
After eating, Feng Mu spent the remaining nearly 5 hours doing gymnastics.
When I got off work, the food level increased by 4 points.
The growth rate is a bit slower than yesterday. It should be because the blood tank in the body has recovered a little, but it is still considerable.
Feng Mu calculated in his mind that even if he didn't commit any bloodletting later, just maintained this growth rate, and only practiced gymnastics during the day at work, it would only take 10 more days to reach the level of Iron Eater.
In the evening, he planned to free up time to practice [Crane Claw Skill] to supplement his immediate combat power in order to deal with the conspiracies and accidents brewing in the dark.
Feng Mu would write down the settlement data of the day after finishing gymnastics every day. Last week, it was basically 4 o'clock in the morning. Now it is much earlier than expected, and he is still a little unaccustomed to it.
[Iron Eater: Level 1]
[Edible Iron: 1]
[Extractable metal properties: 1]
[Currently detected edible iron - ordinary pig iron, with an edible content of 56.7%. ]
[Absorbed Characteristics: Plastic Embryo (White)]
“The coolness in the body no longer increases, but is replaced by a faint itching feeling, as if there are small ants in the bones. Climbing, fortunately it is still within the tolerable range. "
Feng Mu has been very tolerant throughout his life. This may be the racial talent brought by the lower class people from their mother's womb, commonly known as the posture of an ox and a horse.
Feng Mu moved his wrist and muttered to himself: "It feels a bit like the scab on a wound, so are you going to grow bones?"
He rode to the grocery store and spent thousands of dollars to buy 30 pounds. Iron beads, a few bottles of mechanical lubricating oil, and the store gave them a sack.
Because of the Qinglang Gang's weird attitude towards investigating cases, Feng Mu also lost a third of the cover in his actions. It wasn't that he had less scruples, but that he understood that scruples were useless.
Since Ma Bin is not sincere in hunting down the murderer, it doesn't matter whether he is the real murderer or not.
The important thing is who Ma Bin wants to be the murderer. If it is him, then it will be useless no matter how he covers it up, the blame will definitely fall on his head.
If it wasn't him, then why would he be covering it up?
This feeling of waiting for the judge to drop the hammer is very unpleasant. Although Feng Mu is indeed the real murderer, your attitude of setting up an unjust, false and wrong case has made the real murderer almost want to cry out for injustice.
Going home with a numb bag, he took an iron basin from the bathroom and returned to the bedroom.
Following the instructions of [Crane Claw Kung Fu], Feng Mu filled the basin with iron beads, then poured lubricating oil into it, inserted his hands into it and stirred evenly.
For two minutes, the basin full of iron beads and ten fingers were extremely slippery.
"Start randomly at an iron bead on the basin surface, bend one finger like a hook, and pass it by like the wind blowing across your face. If you can hook the locked iron bead accurately without touching the surroundings, it will be considered a success." "One. It means if you succeed ten times in a row and make no mistake in the middle, it will be regarded as a success. ”
“Change the fingers one by one until the ten fingers are formed, without missing a beat, then the finger strength has started, and you can practice Crane Claw.”
Feng Mu recalled in his mind the essence of the [Crane Claw Skill]. Want, hold your breath slightly, hook your right index finger with a single hook, and fly across the basin surface.
Wow~
The surface of the basin was damaged and a dent was formed, and the scattered iron beads made a clattering sound.
Feng Mu lowered his head, his finger hook was empty.
"The gesture just now was wrong. When I landed on the hook, I was too slow. Come again."
Feng Mu replayed the actions just now in his mind, summed up the experience and lessons, and took a deep breath.
He looked like an eagle, took a deep breath, and imagined his fingers as crane claws, the uneven surface of the basin as a still lake, and the iron bead as a fish hidden under the lake.
The next moment, the hook finger passed by, like a crane passing through the water. The finger hook caught the bloody fish?
Feng Mu felt that this fantasy substitution should be in line with the true meaning of the martial arts of [Crane Claw Kung Fu].
Don’t ask why Feng Mu did what he did, ask because he was influenced by martial arts movies in his previous life. As long as the protagonist on TV associates martial arts with nature, he will have a sudden enlightenment.
Then,
Feng Mu looked at his fingernails that were broken and bleeding by the iron beads and fell into deep thought.
Except for the air inside the finger hook, there was only his own blood and split nails.
Feng Mu decided to change his fingers. He smoothed the basin surface and started trying to hook his fingers over and over again.
Failed!
Failed!
Failed!
fail!
Success!
......
An hour later, all five nails were shattered, the fingertips were swollen and blue, covered with congestion, and the skin, muscles and tendons were trembling.
“A total of 411 attempts were made, 370 failed, and 41 were successful, with a success rate of 9.9%.”
Feng Mu pricked his finger with a blade and squeezed out the congestion, sighing in his heart,
"The blessing of [Crazy Blood] seems to have little effect on [Crane Claw Skill], because [Crane Claw Skill] still has Is it because I haven’t started yet, or is this the result of the assistance, otherwise, my success rate will be even more bleak?”
Feng Mu is not discouraged, believing that with his own efforts, he can eventually make [ Crane Claw Skill] Introduction.
Although the recommended root bone requirement for [Crane Claw Kung Fu] is 65, it is far from reaching the standard.
But Feng Mu didn’t intend to practice to mastery or attainment. He just wanted to light up the skill icon.
Feng Mu was worried: "There should be no problem with 49 points. The only question is the length of time. Is it a day, a week, a month or a year?"
It will definitely happen, but...
Reminiscent of [Gymnastics], which has yet to light up its icon, Feng Mu feels that he cannot trust himself too much and must be prepared for a tug-of-war... what the hell~
He is now racing against time. People, time is life!
“That’s all, I still have to cheat!”
Feng Mu recognized the reality. Not only was he weak in his bones, but his understanding was probably not too compromised. He was afraid that he would not be able to follow the right path of martial arts. He simply had Plan B, which was able to speed through the evil path.
(End of this chapter)