Chapter 133: Lots of talents, accumulated experience
Tomorrow is the weekend.
Feng Mu did not return tonight and stayed at the martial arts school.
Late night.
Master Li Guishe had already fallen asleep, and there was silence in his room.
Not long after, Senior Brother Li Bashan also returned to his house. He stuffed Hongya's carefully cleaned and sterilized socks into his mouth, and fell into a deep sleep with thunderous snoring.
Second senior sister Liu Xie was sitting in the yard holding a bottle of wine, pouring and drinking.
Third Senior Brother Zhao Zhixin sat next to Second Senior Sister. He didn’t drink at all and just ate peanuts.
Fourth senior brother Yuan Xidi is still in the dojo, with the lights turned off, and he is exerting frantic force on the iron man post by himself, as if he has endless exertion, and from time to time a strange howl like a wolf will come out of his mouth.
Fifth senior brother Gong Qi was lying comfortably on the bed, holding a ghost novel in his hand and reading it with gusto.
The Sixth Senior Brother sat in front of a chair and carefully drew several portraits of Liu Yang based on his own memory. Every stroke and every stroke reveals his deep affection for his old friend.
After completion, he burned these paintings in an iron basin and let them float to the sky with the smoke, expressing his grief for the deceased. Obviously, he was a person with deep emotions and great love and justice. .
Little senior sister Hongya was sitting in front of the computer, watching an ancient romantic drama intently.
She was so focused that her eyes were red with emotion. Whenever the plot reaches a climax, she will involuntarily wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes with a tissue, immersed in the sadomasochism in the play.
“Not only do you like killing people, but you also have your own hobbies. That is, senior brother likes to sleep with socks in his mouth, which is really special.”
Feng Mu looked around and felt that everyone's image was a little more vivid.
"Well, if I live here in the future and it is discovered that I like to draw blood for myself and like to secretly eat iron to grind my teeth, it should be considered reasonable."
Feng Mu thought this way. Then, he started practicing martial arts in the yard.
Compared with living in a cramped house, a spacious yard is obviously easier to use and closer to nature, although there is no sun and moon here.
An hour passed.
The second senior sister finished her drink and went back to her room to sleep.
The third senior brother finished eating the peanuts and went back to the house to sleep.
Two hours passed.
The fourth senior brother washed off his stinky sweat and went back to his room to sleep.
Fifth senior brother put down his book, turned off the lights and went to sleep.
Brother Six put down his paintbrush, put away the iron basin, and went back to his room to sleep.
Three hours passed.
Hong Ya punched through the computer screen, and the image of the headless male protagonist on the screen froze and went out. Hong Ya fell asleep with red eyes and cried.
Four hours, five hours, six hours... The night became darker and darker, and apart from the continuous thunder, there was only a lonely figure left in the yard.
Feng Mu was still practicing boxing unremittingly. His consciousness seemed to have been emptied, and he was completely immersed in this undistracted practice. His concentration was almost terrifying.
Feng Mu didn't realize it at all. He was immersed in the world of practice, and his figure gradually overlapped with the practice postures in the memory instilled by the system.
He seemed to have turned into a mindless training machine. Every move was extremely precise and almost identical. It seemed mechanical and boring, but revealed an almost compulsive perfection.
[You have been practicing for a long time without any distractions. ]
[Seven Killing Fist: The proficiency of the second version of Flesh and Blood is +14]
[The proficiency of Soul Chasing Step: The second version of Flesh and Blood is +10]
[The proficiency of Sen Luo Zhi·Blood and Flesh II is +22]
[The consumption of pig iron increases by ↑, +3%. ]
[European iron consumption ↑, +0.1%]
[Today’s settlement screen is as follows:
[Current consumption column 1: Pig iron (edibility 32.3/100% , reserves 1%)
[Current edible column 2: [Yin Sha Jiu Nether Evil Resentful Iron (edibility 5.8%/100%, reserve 2.2%.)]
4 o'clock in the morning came unknowingly.
Feng Mu woke up from his selfless practice. He picked up the thermos cup and took a sip. The amount of pig iron stored in his body increased slightly. Yes, although there was water in his thermos cup, it was a real "latte" with a very thick consistency.
“The growth rate of pig iron’s consumption is not low, but the time available for allocation every day has become less. The growth of pig iron’s consumption can be ignored for the time being, and will be arranged by senior brother. I’m in jail and it won’t be too late to get punished.”
Feng Mu thought in his heart and had a clear plan for the future.
If you want everything, it will inevitably slow down the overall upward climb. However, sacrificing a little temporary speed in exchange for broadening the overall dimension will build a stronger foundation for your future summit heights. Base.
Feng Mu was mentally prepared for this and thought it was very worthwhile.
“One has to be able to withstand loneliness, and only then can one achieve success through accumulation.” Feng Mu took another deep gulp of “latte,” his eyes as determined as iron.
More importantly, Feng Mu is about to usher in a period of stable and safe growth. This is the time that his sister Feng Yuhuai and brother-in-law Zheng Hang have worked together to buy for themselves.
How could Feng Mu let down this deep affection so easily.
Feng Mu took another big sip of the rich latte, and then took out a few carefully sharpened chopsticks from his pocket.
The ends of these chopsticks are cleverly punched with small holes through which a few strands of almost imperceptible transparent fishing line pass.
This is what Feng Mu asked Hongya to do in the afternoon. Hongya has a workshop that belongs to her in the martial arts hall. It is filled with all kinds of strange inventions and creative products. Let’s call it Hongya Experimental House, right?
Feng Mu was dragged by Hong Ya to visit it once. The room was not large, but it was filled with all kinds of items.
Metal tools such as hammers, saws, and electric drills are neatly arranged. Materials such as paint and sandpaper are piled randomly. Beakers, alcohol lamps and other chemical experiment supplies are scattered in an orderly manner. There are even microscopes and an expensive centrifuge.
In short, there are all kinds of products, which look quite nondescript. It is obvious that the various strange but useful Sanwu products in Hongya's treasure bag were tinkered and manufactured here.
“Those who plan strategies, those who collect intelligence, those who carry out killings, those who provide support, those who deal with the aftermath, and even those who are good at inventions and creations. The Ronggui Sect is full of talents. Master Li Guishe is an educator. "
The more Feng Mu got to know Douqiong Martial Arts School, the more amazed he became.
Senior brothers and sisters are trapped in a small martial arts gym. It is really a waste of their talents. They deserve a broader stage. Fortunately, I am here, little junior brother.
Feng Mu pursed his lips and smiled, wrapping the ten fingers of his hands around the silk thread, swinging his arms like waves, swinging the "flying sword" with his ten fingers, dancing chaotically around the yard.
However, within a moment, the threads became tangled together, and the "flying swords" collided one after another, and finally fell together.
Feng Mu did not feel frustrated. Instead, he calmly took out a bottle of Hongya's special lubricant from his arms.
He gently applied lubricant to the tangled fishing lines, and then pulled gently, and the fishing lines seemed to have been reborn, sliding smoothly away.
Come again!
Over and over again!
One and a half hours passed...
At 5:30 in the morning, Feng Mu stopped practicing and put everything away with a calm expression. He glanced at the system panel and saw that there was no change in the skill bar. No new icon has been condensed.
Nothing was gained from today’s draw!
“Perhaps my imagination is not accurate enough, or maybe the accumulation of time is not enough. In any case, I will continue to work hard tomorrow.”
Feng Mu said to himself that his determination was as firm as a rock and would not be shaken by a momentary failure.
After being tempered during this period of time, his mentality has become as tough as iron stone and will not be easily shaken.
Five-thirty in the morning.
Li Guishe woke up from his sleep, heard the slight movement in the yard, and pushed the door open with a trace of doubt.
He looked suspiciously at Feng Mu who was cleaning up in the yard, and asked in confusion: "Feng Mu, why did you get up so early? Did you not sleep well last night?"
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Feng Mu shook his head gently and replied with a calm smile: "Master, you misunderstood. I didn't get up early, but I was getting ready to go to bed now."
Li Guishe was speechless for a moment, with a look on his face. Question mark: "???"
(End of this chapter)