Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 45 Someone is stalking
After more than a month of pondering, and spending the tuition of two spirit stones, Chen Mou consulted the dispelling mage of Lun Dao Hall, and mastered the reverse application of the technique of capturing objects.

In the long history of comprehension, monks have long researched it, and it is called "Shu Jin Shu".

Cultivation is very troublesome, and its use is not as good as exercising strength, which consumes mental power and mana, and its spread is limited.

Chen Mou's mind and soul are powerful, and every time his mental power is exhausted, it doesn't take much trouble to recover. He is as calm as picking up a treasure.

In the blink of an eye, it was November, and he had practiced the technique of spewing energy. He cast two spells at the same time in the cave in another world.

He had a great time playing until about [-]% of his mental power and mana were consumed.

"Crack", the damaged wood fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Chen Mou sat cross-legged on the futon and took a vitality pill to meditate and adjust his breath. He had figured out how to do it. Mana and mental power should not be completely exhausted. helpful.

He used the experience he got out of his school career, and he was good at recording the progress of his daily practice.

After a period of time, I have to look through the previous notes and make a table with a horizontal axis and a vertical axis. Any useful experience can be seen at a glance on the table.

Constantly summarize, improve the practice method, and adjust the practice time of each project.

He is not short of money now, and he takes a pill every three days, which is also a combination of classics. After consulting shopkeeper Hong, he found the optimal time choice. Three days is enough for him to fully absorb the power of the medicine during cultivation. Most of the pills Toxins are eliminated from the body.

In the past three months, the cultivation base has gradually increased.

According to his estimation, by the end of the year, he will almost be able to advance to the late stage of Qi refining.

He is cultivating with his brain, not meditating for cultivation.

After finishing all the exercises in the morning, Chen Mou tidied up a little, returned to the quiet room in the west wing, opened the door and went out.

The gloomy north wind whistling in the sky, a precursor to snow, came to the main room along the corridor of the eaves.

Ying'er, who was dressed in plush clothes, was doing needlework while the brazier was burning.

Seeing that Young Master's practice was over, she quickly put down her things and got up and walked to the kitchen. Her meal was already cooked and it was hot in the pot.

There are meat, chicken, sauced fish and vegetables, and a pot of warm wine. It is warm and homely, and it is enough to comfort you for a lifetime.

After lunch, I read a book for a while, chatted with Ying'er who returned to the main room to do needlework after tidying up the kitchen, and then went back to the quiet room in the west wing to practice.

As it was getting late, Chen Mou took the sword he forged, wrapped it in a blue cloth, and went out with Youzai in his arms.

When I come to the street, I can see the hurrying pedestrians and see the hardships of running around in life.

He slowly analyzed and figured out Brother Gu's intention to keep him in Fangshi.

Cultivation is just one of them, more to let him experience the muddy darkness at the bottom, and being involuntary, being able to get out of the mud without being stained is the test of his "heart care".

Chen Mou, who was observing the passers-by, suddenly turned around and looked diagonally behind.

On the opposite side of the street more than twenty feet away, through the silhouettes of many pedestrians, he looked at a monk wrapped in a black robe with only one pair of eyes exposed. He recognized that it was Xiu'er, whom he had not seen for a long time.

Those eyes are no longer agile and delicate, but empty and indifferent.

Meng Tianxiu, who was wrapped in a black robe, turned around and walked down the mountain. In Chen Mou's eyes, he looked like a body that had lost its vitality.

Chen Mou shook his head slightly, and continued to walk west. The two of them were just acquaintances at first, and they had no friendship other than business. Being strangers had no effect on him.

Walking into the Forging Pavilion, greeted shopkeeper Hong with a few greetings, handed over the forged sword, received a small purse, and got three additional magic weapon embryos. He had used up all the materials on hand.

According to Shopkeeper Hong, Master Zhong has successfully established the foundation, and he even came to ask for an inquiry. Chen Mou has a letter of recommendation, so why didn't he take an examination to join the forging platform?
Chen Mou grinned and cupped his hands to plead guilty, and got a few complaints from Shopkeeper Hong.

The matter has come to this point, it is useless to say more.

……

In the remote courtyard in the southeast of Fang City, Meng Tianxiu took off all the clothes on her body, and sat in the large bath tub, soaking her clean and flawless body in the ice-cold medicinal water.

A cloud of black air flowed out from the woman's forehead, hung over the tub, and turned into the face of an illusory old woman.

"So what if you don't want to merge with the old body? You are not at the mercy of the old body. You are now a broken body. You sleep with different men every day, absorbing a little yang energy to nourish the old body's soul. In less than a year, you will be Completely replaced by the old body."

The illusory old woman used words to stimulate the soul of the original owner in her body who was powerless to resist, and then changed the subject.

"The little white-faced bull-nosed man I saw on the street earlier is a slut, after a while, we must arrest him and let him taste the pain of being sucked out of his soul. In this life, the old man will be at odds with all the bull-nosed men in the world." !"

After a while of silence, the imaginary old woman let out a strange laugh.

"You want to find out the culprit who caused your brother to be poisoned, otherwise you would rather die than merge... Quack, if you want to, wait for the old body to recover part of his soul, and slowly clean up you, a little bitch who doesn't know how to praise."

The imaginary old woman chattered endlessly, sometimes swearing, venting her anger that had nowhere to rest.

It was dark, and there was a knock on the door outside.

"Little bitch, another impatient stinky man is looking for you, get ready to pick up the guests, quack!"

……

On the way back, Chen Mou suddenly stopped, looked back at a man and a woman who were pretending to talk more than ten feet away, and asked, "You two are following the next road, why do you know?"

Even though he was walking on the street with people coming and going, he kept his ears and ears alert.

With his keen perception, he noticed that someone was spying on him twice.

Many people nearby looked over.

The middle-aged man in the gray robe had three strands of long beard, and said with a smirk: "Your family opened such a big street? We are not allowed to walk, you are inexplicable and unreasonable."

The man dragged the plain-looking woman across the street and down the hill.

Chen Mou's heart was a little heavy. His three-month consecutive deal with the Forging Pavilion attracted the attention of some guys.

Every time he went there just before dark, when the business of the shop was light and there were no customers, he guessed that the guys from the Forging Bing Pavilion had betrayed him and caused him unnecessary trouble.

After thinking about it, he continued to move forward. He couldn't rely on his friendship with shopkeeper Hong to sue for something without evidence. He had to solve his own troubles by himself, and it was the test of Senior Brother Gu.

Fortunately, he has moved to the foot of the mountain now, and the thieves who want to attack him dare not do it easily.

When I got back, I asked Ying'er not to go to the streets alone until the matter was resolved.

In the Forging Pavilion, Hong Renche, who was sitting behind the counter, suddenly narrowed his eyes, stood up, and waved to a guy who was looking out from the door. When the guy smiled and ran close, he walked out of the counter and grabbed him. The man's chest was on the lapel, he lifted the man off the ground, and cursed: "Eat the inside out, you dare to reveal my business with brother Mou to outsiders?"

"No...you are wronged, shopkeeper..."

The guy had no strength to resist at all, and his face was pale with fright.

The other two guys were dumbfounded. It was the first time they saw the shopkeeper Hong, who was usually peaceful and rich, get angry, and his strength was unfathomable. It was easier to grab a guy who was in the mid-stage of Qi refining than to catch a chicken.

"You still dare to quibble, when you went out earlier, you sneakily talked to the guy with the three-strand long beard through voice transmission, pretending that the old man didn't see it? Who gave you the guts to deceive the shop into doing such a bad thing, and still refuse to admit it? , then don’t blame the old man for sending you to the Fangshi Law Enforcement Building, you will spend the rest of your life in the mine.”

Shopkeeper Hong threw the buddy on the ground.

The shopkeeper couldn't move. Seeing shopkeeper Hong expose his wrongdoing, he could no longer deny it, and shouted: "Shopkeeper, please forgive me. The villain is deluded for a while and does stupid things. The villain is willing to recruit. I beg the shopkeeper not to send the little boy away." sent to the law enforcement building."

Shopkeeper Hong said to the guardian monk who came down from upstairs and didn't show up often: "This person is handed over to you."

"Don't worry shopkeeper, I'll investigate now and find out."

The guarding monk handed over, he was the only person in the shop who knew the identity of shopkeeper Hong.

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　Thanks to the old friends of "Sword God Zhan" for their support!
　　
　
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