I can travel a million miles

Chapter 30

early morning.

Chen Mu opened his eyes, changed his clothes, and went out.

Another heavy snowfall fell overnight, and the entire Xuanguo Mansion was covered in a vast expanse of whiteness. Outside the courtyard, many servants could be seen sweeping snow everywhere with brooms.

A gust of cold wind blew over, almost soaking the padded jacket, bringing a burst of coolness.

"This martial arts still needs to be practiced."

Chen Mu rubbed his hands and spit out a mouthful of white mist.

The sorcerer has the ability to go out of the body and enter the sky, but the body is still a mortal body. Although it can resist a little bit of cold with the power of the heart and soul, it is not a long-term solution after all.

Warriors only need rank nine, and their resistance to cold and heat is far superior to that of ordinary people. Even in such a cold winter, they can go out with just a pair of long sleeves, full of blood and no coldness.

Xiaomei is like this.

Although it's only rank nine, but the whole person is almost comparable to a small stove.

Chen Mu is not a hypocritical person, so he would naturally not discard a maid who can warm the bed, but no matter how warm the maid is, it will not be as good as her own physical improvement.

What's more, for him, any martial arts skills are not difficult. With the realm of a master, if you want to practice the first few levels of martial arts, it's as easy as eating and drinking water.

Even when eating, drinking, or even doing other things, you can practice simultaneously. You only need to separate a part of your heart and soul to control the spiritual energy, and temper your body according to the method of exercise.

of course.

If you are not a sorcerer, then martial arts is an extremely difficult path. Not only do you need to have aptitude, you must also be tenacious and tenacious in your heart, and perseverance will be effective.

Among the countless ways to get ahead, martial arts is actually the hardest and most difficult one!
Just some preconditions such as 'drug bath' are enough to stop many people, and it is even more difficult to enter the rank. There are tens of thousands of martial arts practitioners in the world, and none of them can really persevere and practice into the rank.

In the past, Chen Mu didn't practice martial arts, so he couldn't bear hardships.

In my memory, I practiced once when I was 14 years old, but I only practiced for seven days, without much change, so I couldn't hold on and gave up.

As a servant girl, Xiaomei secretly practiced martial arts to be able to enter the rank, in fact, she is already quite outstanding. If she is one of the serious ladies of the palace, she might already be at the rank [-] by now.

"Let's go to the Tianji Building first."

Chen Mu pondered for a while.

Focus on Geng He's obsession first, and let Tianjilou go to inquire about the news.

Chen Mu went out quickly, took a carriage waiting outside Xuanguo Mansion, and came all the way to a street in the north of Kyoto.

This street seemed very deserted. Although it was only early in the morning, the Wanzhen Building and Xinghua Building were already full of pedestrians, but there were only one or two people here occasionally.

Chen Mu got off the car outside the street.

Walk into the street on foot, go deeper, and finally come to a three-story pavilion.

Although the pavilion was cleaned and spotless, it looked very old, and the color tended to be gray and dark, which gave people a faint sense of discomfort.

Sky Tower!
This is the plaque hanging on the pavilion.

The handwriting was crooked and extremely scribbled. It looked like a three-year-old's graffiti, but Chen Mu narrowed his eyes just after taking a look at it.

There is meaning in this handwriting!

Only in the realm of a warrior master can one comprehend the artistic conception, and a sorcerer has to reach the fourth-rank day tour level to engrave one's own will on foreign objects, and it will last for a long time without fading.

And this plaque seems to be more than two or three hundred years old. After such a long time, it can still make people feel a little bit of the author's intention!
"Wu Sheng?"

"Or second-grade magician?"

Chen Mu murmured in his heart.

But without thinking too much, he stepped into the Tianji building.

If it was a bystander, maybe this plaque would be enough to shock him and make him feel awe, but what Chen Mu saw in Nether was far more than what these few handwritings could show.

The black blood on the grave had dried up for an unknown amount of time, but it was still so terrifying. Even with systematic protection, it was difficult for him to get close to it, let alone perceive it.

A mere plaque could not deter him.

Walk into the sky machine building.

The internal structure is very simple.

In an empty room.

There is only one table, one chair, one teapot, and one teacup.

Further inside is a huge screen, in gray and dark tones, which is a Fengshui painting, blocking everything behind, and nothing can be seen.

Chen Mu didn't care either, and went straight to the table with a peaceful expression, and sat down on the chair.

That is when sitting down.

A vague voice that could not distinguish between men, women, and children came faintly from nowhere.

"Tianji Building No. 30 has 240 guests."

"welcome."

"There's tea in the pot."

Chen Mu gently lifted the teapot and poured a cup of tea, but only glanced at it.

Then he said calmly: "I need to know where Geng He's wife and daughter are now and what the situation is after he committed suicide in Nanping Street, Kyoto."

The voice echoed in the empty house, but there was no echo or response.

Everything just fell into silence.

After about a quarter of an hour, when the tea in the teacup gradually cooled down, the voice that didn't distinguish between men and women and didn't know the direction sounded again.

"Geng He, a commoner in Nanping Street, died in the 49th year of Yongli."

"His wife and daughter were sold in Laifeng Tower, which was destroyed for some reason in the 52nd year of Yongli."

"To investigate the current situation of his wife and daughter, thirty gold is needed."

The eternal calendar ends in 52 years.

Now it is the 16th year of Longzheng, 49 years have passed since the 19th year of Yongli, which is longer than he expected.

"it is good."

Chen Mu responded softly, and put two gold ingots, one large and one small, on the table.

Thirty gold is a lot of money, but the information about the person who wants to inquire is limited to 19 years ago, and there have been some accidents in the middle, this price is not expensive, and it happens that what Chen Mu has left is enough.

Just after Chen Mu put down the gold ingot.

Swish!
A faint light suddenly appeared, fell on the table in front of Chen Mu, and was nailed to the table at once.

Look carefully, it is a black sign.

Inscribed on it are the words:
【Gen 27】

"Guests, please take this card away, and use this card to obtain information after ten days."

The hazy voice sounded again.

Chen Mu stretched out his hand, gently took off the black number plate on the table, then turned around, stepped out of the Tianji building, and disappeared outside the Tianji building.

Not long after Chen Mu left.

A man in gray clothes and a black mask appeared, quietly came to the table, and took the gold ingot away without making any sound during the whole process.

Then, another gray-clothed man appeared, wearing a white mask, and gently moved the

The teacup and teapot were removed, replaced with a new teapot and teacup, and then disappeared.

Quietly.

Everything is back to normal.

In the empty room, there is still only one table, one chair, one pot, one cup, and one screen.

(End of this chapter)