Chapter 29: Cheating, the Patriarch's coffin board can't hold it down
The bright and righteous path is paved for geniuses, and it will lead to death;
The useless ones have to find another way and do some crooked ways.
This is not called cowardice, this is called opening up a new track, and it is the strategic wisdom of a unicorn.
So,
Feng Mu threw the secret book of [Crane Claw Kung Fu] on the bed, sat down on the chair, held an iron bead in his left hand, and the index finger of his right hand was cracked, and a bone finger stretched out.
If my fingers can’t hook the iron beads, then I’ll use my phalanges to hook them.
The fingers are smooth and stress-free. There is no way, human fingers are such inconvenient things.
The phalanges are different. They can be shaped as concave as you like. Anyway, the phalanges that Feng Mu broke out of the flesh can be molded.
Can’t hook the iron beads with your fingers?
Simple, there is a groove in the joint!
The groove doesn’t stick and easily falls off and slides out?
Simple, the bone surface has convex and irregular lines, like anti-skid tires. If not, a long circle of barbs around the groove will do.
To get started with normal practice [Crane Claw Kung Fu], you need the strength and understanding. You need to practice hard over and over again, sum up experience, and form muscle memory until you can train your five fingers into iron hooks, and finally imitate the magic of Crane Claw. marrow.
Feng Mu doesn't need to be like this. With the [Plastic Embryo] here, he doesn't need to imitate. He can directly shape it into crane claws, or even eagle claws, cat claws, or strange claws.
He can perfectly bypass the various martial arts requirements of [Crane Claw Technique].
All he needs is a little knowledge of physics, a little imagination, and a little patience for manual work.
“I’m afraid it would still be a headache for me to get started with other martial arts, but [Crane Claw Kung Fu], hum, I can eat you to death, do you believe it?”
< br>Feng Mu muttered to himself, his arrogant mouth looked like an evil villain.
[Crane Claw Skill]: "..." The Patriarch's coffin board could no longer hold it.
Hold the iron bead, stick it to the bone, use your mind to make grooves, carve anti-slip marks, grow barbs, and then insert the iron bead into it with a click.
“Try it.” Feng Mu walked back to the iron basin and hooked hard.
The finger hook bites an iron bead tightly, and it is so stuck that it cannot fall out at all.
Feng Mu looked at it for a while and tried a few more times, making subtle adjustments to the shape of the finger bones like a craftsman.
The force exerting angle of each of the ten fingers is different, so each one has to be tested and adjusted at the same time.
Although there is no need for tools such as hammers and files, Feng Mu can just use his thoughts, but adjustments also require mental effort.
The most important thing is that the bones don't seem to be so obedient. If it is just a groove, it is easy, but if you want to surface fine textures on the concave wall, the difficulty suddenly rises tenfold.
Feng Mu can understand. After all, [Plastic Embryo] is only white at this stage and still has huge growth potential.
Moreover, it is more than enough to deal with [Crane Claw Skill].
Four hours later, Feng Mu finished carving the ten phalanges in sequence.
He stood in front of the iron basin again, full of confidence: "Hooking is not a problem. The most difficult step is solved. The only thing left is not to make the wrong hook, and to control the strength so as not to affect the surrounding iron beads."
Swing your arms, wave your hands, and your finger hooks will pass by, like a dragonfly touching the water.
The surface of the basin remained motionless. Feng Mu turned his fingers and saw an iron bead quietly embedded in the hook.
Feng Mu pulled out the iron bead, bounced it gently back to the basin surface, and counted: "One success."
Originally, the accuracy of the hook and the control of the strength were also extremely difficult, but because Hooking and biting him to death did not require Feng Mu's distraction, and the difficulty of the remaining two tasks also plummeted.
It's like shooting with a gun. You originally had to bear the reaction force, but now there are instruments to help you bear it. You only need to focus on aiming and pulling the trigger.
Can you still miss the target?
Let's transform into a gun master in a matter of minutes~
1 time, successful.
2 times, successful.
3 times, successful. 4 times, successful.
5 times, failed!
Well, there is still a long way to go before he is a perfect gunner.
The fifth time I failed, according to the requirements of [Crane Claw Kung Fu], I had to clear the count and start counting again, which was outrageous.
Unfortunately, counting is a hurdle that cheating cannot get around.
Feng Mu lowered his head and looked at the time on his phone: 3.2701:17.
Unknowingly, it’s 1 o’clock in the morning, and there are three unread text messages on my phone.
——Big brother, I proposed to Brother Bin today that I want to go with him, and Brother Bin agreed.
——Brother Bin asked people to continue investigating the people on the list, and further narrowed the scope through oral confessions. Brother Bin highlighted some more people in it. I counted, and there were about 50 people left. Focus on follow-up investigation.
——This afternoon, a gang leader came and said he wanted to search the bar. Brother Bin asked him to search the bar. Later, Boss Zheng came and was very angry and reprimanded Brother Bin.
After reading the message, Feng Mu thought: "Ma Wei moved very quickly, which is not right. It should be said that Ma Bin was eager for him to come closer. After all, it is safest to keep the person who silenced him under his nose. "
" Has it been reduced to 50 people? Since the circle is not based on suspicion, the confession investigation is just a pretense. Am I in this circle?"
Feng Mu naturally wouldn't think that Ma Bin would target him, Ma Bin said. Bin didn't recognize him again.
However, under the guise of chasing the murderer, Ma Bin acted very well, and it was inevitable that he would trap some innocent people in to cover up his real goal.
It's a bit like a certain type of serial murderer. You think the number of people he kills are all random. In fact, he randomly expands the number of murders to hide the only specific target and the true motive for the murder.
What Feng Mu is worried about is that he clicks his back and becomes a random target in the circle.
It is true that he is the real murderer, but if he is retaliated by the Green Wolf Gang in this way, it is also a real injustice.
Feng Mu stared at the third text message and replied two text messages to Ma Wei for a long time.
——Send me the list.
——Are Ma Bin and Zheng Si on good terms? Ma Bin is tracking down the murderer. What is Zheng Si doing recently?
Putting down his cell phone, Feng Mu walked back to the iron basin.
The finger hook cuts through the air over and over again, grazing the basin surface, succeeding again and again, succeeding again, and then being interrupted by failure and starting over.
Time passes minute by minute.
Soon, it was 4 o'clock in the morning.
Feng Mu could clearly feel that the difficulty of getting started with [Crane Claw Kung Fu] had been beaten to the floor by him, and success was just around the corner.
"The maximum number of consecutive successes is 81."
Feng Mu took a long breath and felt the malice of "always hitting the target". This kind of repetition that strictly requires zero mistakes is really easy to make people The mentality explodes.
It is different from Gen Gucha’s kind of mental explosion that cannot see any light. This is a mental explosion that is bathed in light but always has a shadow lingering around.
The former is like a pot of rat droppings that cannot find the soup, and the latter is like a pot of rat droppings ruining a pot of soup.
It’s not just one pot. Feng Mu has started from scratch 119 times, with an average of 1 and a half minutes per session. If he tries it again, he wants to hit 120.
The 120th time, failed, interrupted when the little finger touched the basin surface in the 67th time.
Feng Mu used the strength of his fingers to squeeze the iron ball until it was deformed, then stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it like he was chewing the flesh and blood of his enemy.
"Sleep will make you paralyzed. If your liver is not dead, you will die."
Tomorrow is Sunday, Feng Mu decided not to sleep, he will fight with [Crane Claw Kung Fu] to the end. The decisive battle till dawn…..
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