Chapter 80 Looking back, I am already a hundred years old
After thirty years of cold and heat, [Crane Claw Kung Fu] has broken through the limit.
It took another twenty years to complete the basics.
It took another thirty years to complete the Heart-Destroying Palm.
Eighty years have been a long time, and it can be said that I have worked hard and dedicated myself to martial arts.
Although Feng Mu looks only eighteen or nineteen years old, his "actual age" is already a centenarian.
Even if these eighty years have been boring and monotonous repetitions, his character has finally grown. At least, in enduring loneliness and loneliness, Feng Mu has achieved the ultimate success in enduring the loneliness. Psychological resistance.
Commonly known as: perseverance.
This is probably the hidden benefit brought by skill upgrading.
No matter how crude a piece of pig iron is, it has been continuously hammered for 80 years. Even if it is still a piece of pig iron, it is completely different from the original piece of pig iron.
Anyway, in the past, Feng Mu would find it boring and unbearable to stay up late and practice hard, relying solely on the increase in his "experience gauge" to tempt him.
Now, Feng Mu doesn’t need it anymore. Staying up late and having a bad liver is nothing to him. Except that his body can still feel tired, but his mind seems to have been hammered into a piece of pig iron, with only a few ripples splashing. No more sparks.
After the completion of [Heart-Destroying Palm], Feng Mu started practicing [Niu Mo Jin] without stopping or taking any breaks.
[Niu Mo Jin] does not practice martial arts of a certain part alone, but integrates the strength of the whole body. In other words, [Niu Mo Jin] cultivates a whole set of strength.
Not only do you have to cooperate with the breathing method, but you also have to feel the power of the whole body. The difficulty of practice suddenly rises to more than one level.
It is roughly equivalent to crossing from plane geometry to three-dimensional geometry.
The difficulty of the questions has increased from two-dimensional to three-dimensional. The martial arts moves are no longer rigid, but a bit mysterious to feel the power.
From intuition to abstraction, if you don’t know how to do it, then you really can’t.
Three hours passed.
Feng Mu was in a weird pose, always paying attention to the rhythm of his breathing, deep and deep, deep and deep, nine times and nine times. He almost vomited the food he had held in, and his thighs were sore and numb from squatting.
He didn't feel the heat in his chest, nor did he feel the strength like a small snake swimming on his back.
I was sweating profusely and my back was stiff, which I really felt.
“How to get started with feeling the power by cheating?”
Feng Mu really encountered a problem this time. All the skills, characteristics or entries he possesses , none of them will work, it just won’t work.
It is useless to think about it, and it is fruitless to think about it.
Feng Mu lay on the bed and fell asleep in a daze.
The next day.
Burn 7 evil corpses, four on top and three on the bottom.
I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or some reason, but the frequency and number of corpses received by the incineration plant increased significantly this week, and the workload of both Feng Mu and Wang Jian increased.
Wang Jian complained when he was working: "Why are there so many evil corpses recently? Are the warriors deformed one after another?"
Feng Mu frowned, feeling something strange.
The main evil zombies come from human deformation, and after the evil zombies are deformed, they will follow their instincts and attack the surrounding living creatures irrationally.
But he thought carefully about the burning of seven or eight corpses in the recent day, but there were no reports of any disaster in the city, resulting in casualties.
Actually, it's not recently. From the first day he worked as a corpse cremator, he seemed to have rarely heard this kind of news or folk gossip.
At that time, Feng Mu thought it was District 9 and blocked the news for fear of causing panic.
However, after experiencing the "Black Pillar" incident, Feng Mu had a better understanding of the simple and crude law enforcement in District 9.
It’s not that he looks down on the ruling officials of the ninth district, but he feels that it is really impossible for the ruling government of the ninth district to keep the news airtight.
In terms of ability and attitude, I can't be so meticulous and rigorous.
Unless...there really haven't been a few disasters involving zombie aberrations in the city.
"Then where did these evil corpses come from?" Due to the lack of known information, Feng Mu couldn't guess the truth, but he felt faintly cold.
Fortunately, the story behind this should not involve him...
Feng Mu simply put this matter behind him, clocking in and out every day, burning corpses to collect black cores, without any distractions, and was extremely busy.
By the way, Feng Mu's business section for acquiring black cores is no longer limited to Wang Jian alone. The two remaining corpse cremators in another incineration room have also been included in his acquisition section.
Business expansion has doubled.
The number of black core purchases this week tripled compared to previous times.
Feng Mu was no longer hiding anything, and he used Wang Jian's mouth to spread gossip in the factory.
A piece of gossip is that Feng Mu’s family has someone from the patrol house, and he collects it for the patrol house, so he can earn some hard money by doing it in the middle.
Another rumor is that Feng Mu got lucky and was spotted by the new leader of the Green Wolf Gang. This was the job the Green Wolf Gang gave him so that he could earn some pocket money. money.
Bah, bah, bah….
The news has been circulated several times, and it is difficult to add another one after saying it several times. Anyway, more than one version has been circulated.
Feng Mu's reputation has been a little smeared, and the workers in the factory sometimes look at him with inappropriate eyes. Feng Mu turns a deaf ear and continues to collect the black core with a normal expression.
In this way, in just one week, these rumors seemed to be completely confirmed.
As for the remaining two black market businessmen who do not know their lives or whereabouts, will they believe this rumor, or will they cause trouble to Feng Mu again.
That is inevitable.
But Feng Mu's mentality has changed now. Not only does he not hide, he even blatantly uses himself as bait just to fish them out again.
Feng Mu is not afraid of them coming now, but he is afraid that they will not come.
Another calm day passed.
Feng Mu carried a few black cores in his bag and walked out of the factory without feeling any malicious prying eyes.
“The fool who played with ants and the old farmer who smiled like chrysanthemums, couldn’t have really died, right? The three brothers all went on the road that night?”
Feng Mu sighed, worried about them.
An hour later.
Feng Mu appeared at the door of [Dou Qiong Martial Arts Hall].
“I am Feng Mu now, not [Masked], I don’t know [Crane Claw Kung Fu], I don’t know [Heart-Destroying Palm], I only know basic fists and kicks, and I am here to accumulate practical experience. "
Feng Mu said to himself in his heart, just in case he accidentally exposed himself during actual combat training.
This is easy to understand. There is a trajectory for a person's growth. [Masked] and [Feng Mu] are equivalent to two game accounts. When switching accounts, the skills are of course not universal.
Otherwise, in the eyes of interested people, it would be equivalent to merging the accounts into one.
Feng Mu came to [Douqiong Martial Arts Hall] today for many purposes and plans, and the most important one is to create a set for the large [Feng Mu] who walks in the light. skills come.
“I can’t always hide behind [the mask] and be a waste. I have to show off my identity as [Feng Mu] from time to time, otherwise I will be betrayed sooner or later.”
“ [Mask] can stir up trouble in the dark, and [Feng Mu] also has to breathe in the light. Only in this way can the two identities cooperate with each other, cover each other, and grab more rewards together."
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"Well, [Feng Mu]'s identity can slowly reveal some martial arts talents. Well, this talent should not be too eye-catching. It must be hidden deeper and can only be discovered by someone with a discerning eye."
"So. , the transformation will not be abrupt and consistent with the waste performance of the original lower root bones."
"If this is the case, then. Sometimes someone looks at me with a magnifying glass, makes trouble for me, and insists on framing me, then it’s not my fault.”
“Well, that’s right, that’s it!”
Feng! Mu went through the idea of [Character Change] again in his mind, then took a deep breath, squeezed out a dull look on his face, and walked towards the martial arts gym.
Bangdang——
Feng Mu had just stepped into the martial arts hall with his front foot, and the plaque on his back foot seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. It swayed and fell off and hit the ground, making an ear-piercing sound. A dazzling crack appeared between [fight] and [ between the dome].
Feng Mu's face froze, and the foot he had just stepped in quietly stepped back: "..."
(End of this chapter)