Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 50

After dinner, Mr. Chen took the hot towel and wiped his hands and the corners of his mouth, got up and walked outside, saying: "You guys should go to bed early after packing up, don't wait for me, I might practice very late."

Ying'er led Han'er to salute and sent the young master out of the hall, watched the young master enter the west room and closed the door.

Ying'er pulled Han'er to sit down again, continued to eat and eat vegetables, and said: "Clear all the meat, vegetables, and soup on the table, don't leave any leftovers, you eat too little, that's not good, what's wrong with eating too little?" Do you have the strength to serve the young master well?"

Han'er saw that Ying'er, who was round and jade-like, had a good time eating, so he stopped being reserved and let go to eat happily.

When I was in Yalou, in order to maintain a slim figure, I was told to eat less every meal, otherwise I would be disgusted by the owner and sell it. It was very miserable. She hadn’t had a full meal for a long time, and she had been greedy for several years. Not greasy braised pork.

Often wake up hungry in the middle of the night.

When I touched the side of my mouth, it was full of saliva.

"Sister Ying'er, you practice at night, don't you light the lamp?"

Looking at the three dark houses in Westinghouse, Han'er swallowed the food in his mouth, and couldn't help asking curiously in a low voice.

"Young master is a god of cultivation. You can still see without lighting the lights at night. You must remember that you don't go to the Westinghouse at any time. You are usually easy to talk, but we can't enter the three rooms in the Westinghouse. We can't even take half a step. If you don't obey, you will be punished." Beat them to death, or sell them off."

Ying'er warned again sternly.

Han'er shook her head vigorously with horror on her face, she wouldn't go if the west room was on fire.

"Let's eat, the food is getting cold, grab a piece of meat for you."

"Thank you, sister Ying'er."

Chen Mou in the quiet room of the west room heard the conversation of the two maidservants, a smile rose from the corner of his mouth, he was relieved to be taught by the sensible Yinger, and in the next moment, he traveled to the cave in another world.

Sitting cross-legged on the futon, Chen Mouping calmed down for a moment, let his mind go first, and then carefully recalled the nine palaces and nine swords that Master Cui practiced casually. He has a good memory, and there are overlapping sword shadows in his mind, some are clear and some are slightly blurred.

Master Cui's sword was too fast, he memorized the trajectory of the first three swords.

He took out the white paper and the pick pen, and based on the memories he had recalled three times, he roughly drew the positions of the sword in the first three poses on the white paper, and marked the subtle priorities with words. He was worried that he would forget the initial memory after a long time.

After dismantling the sword style for a long time, he suddenly discovered that the three-style sword moves covered six or seven of the 36 sword moves he had learned.

That is to say, later generations expanded the Jiugong Jiujian and injected water seriously.

He got up and drew his sword, practiced the three-style swordsmanship he remembered in the stone hall, and slowly experienced the speed of the rhythm, and then combined with his familiar swordsmanship to deliberate on the tricks of using the sword and exerting force. Then start practicing Jiugong 36 poses again.

There is roughly an idea in his heart, to simplify the complexity.

Before I knew it, I practiced until the sun was rising, which was midnight in another world.

Every morning and in the morning, he will practice his homework on a regular basis. In the afternoon, he will use it to forge iron, read books, or go to the Lun Dao Hall for classes.

Return to the quiet room, scoop up water and wash briefly.

Walking alone in the quiet eaves corridor, the moonlight shines coldly on the courtyard, and the remnant snow reflects the blue light of the sky, making it more and more quiet.

Push open the half-covered main room door, then gently close it, and walk into the bedroom with the light on.

The two maidservants were sleeping soundly side by side under a quilt on the bed.

Blowing out the lights, undressing, and lying down on the quilt beside the bed, Mr. Chen sniffed the woman's fragrance, suppressed the restless thoughts in his heart, adjusted his breathing, and prepared to practice in a lying position until he fell asleep.

A gentle body crossed the boundary quietly and got into his big quilt.

You don't need to reach out to touch it, and you know it's Ying'er, the little fairy.

"My son is warm."

Ying'er muttered and arched her body into his arms.

How can Mr. Chen tolerate this, he must be punished by family law.

Ying'er giggled and stretched out her hand to throw off the quilt next to her, and shouted, "Don't pretend to be asleep, Han'er is here to serve you, Young Master."

The fire she deliberately provoked must drag the new maid into the water.

Well, let's work together to surprise him.

Now that the water has come to the canal and it has been completed, just follow the trend without too many scruples.

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In the early morning of the next day, Mr. Chen continued to practice as usual, and human relations were just an embellishment on his path of cultivation.

In the world of mortals, don't lose the good scenery all the way, and don't lose your mind and go back to the way you started.

I do my own way, and I think.

In the afternoon, he came to Lun Dao Hall again, and met Master Zhang, the teacher who taught him. The two were already old acquaintances.

Chen Mou rehearsed the technique of holding back breath, capturing objects, exhaling strength and fire, and raised some thoughts and questions he had accumulated these days, and asked the experienced master Zhang for advice.

Master Zhang thought for a while, then smiled and said, "The breath-holding technique you learned is a widely spread one. If you want to achieve a unique and outstanding breath-holding effect, besides spending time and practicing hard, there is another way to learn other techniques. A more sophisticated breath-holding technique."

Chen Mou was a little depressed.

It means you have to pay more.

It's not that he is reluctant to spend spirit stones, this approach disgusts him.

That's all, I don't want to waste money for the time being, I will go to Xuandu Temple in the future, and I will practice all kinds of skills and secret arts.

After politely evading it, he continued to consult the technique of photographing objects, breathing force and fire.

Master Zhang carefully gave some pointers, answered many questions, and also demonstrated the advanced techniques of photographing objects, exhaling energy and flames, especially the fire control technique of "threading needles and threads". He can simultaneously control more than ten fire lines to launch Different attacks, the wires of fire lingering in a range of ten feet are dazzling, turning the wires of fire into countless fire needles in an instant, evolving the unique skill of "flying flames and fire needles".

If you don't show some unique means and skills, you won't be able to retain students who continue their studies.

Happy and fulfilling days, with a little progress every day, pass quickly.

By the end of the year, Chen Mou's cultivation level had advanced to the late stage of Qi refining as he expected, and his soul had increased a bit, and he became more controllable about capturing objects, breathing energy, and other fire spells.

The shops in Fangshi are decorated with lanterns and festoons, full of the atmosphere of the New Year.

Chen Mou led two maidservants in and out of various shops to buy new clothes, rouge, fish, chickens and ducks for the New Year. The streets were full of women accompanied by monks, Yingyingyanyan, a rare sight.

Mr. Chen, who was carrying a lot of things in his hand, suddenly noticed something, and he turned to look sideways.

On the opposite side of the street where people come and go, a tall young monk in a green robe and black, hugging left and right, is grinning at him with a bright smile.

Chen Mou was astonished with a smile on his face, and called the two girls to walk across the street.

"Brother Mo, why are you back? Could it be that you were expelled from the sect?"

"Nonsense, can I come back to see you?"

Mo Fu had already let go of the two petite and pretty maids, and handed over to Mr. Chen who came over: "I've been looking for you for a few days, where have you moved? There is a free yard near you, I will rent it to be your neighbor."

Then he nodded his head to Ying'er, who was saluting, looked at Han'er who followed him, and said with a smile:

"You must have made a lot of money by keeping quiet, kid. Take one with you."

He's so angry, Brother Mouer said that he couldn't support the two maids he gave him, so he turned around and bought a coquettish one to put in the house. With that kid's desperate and poor personality, wouldn't he believe it if he got rich?
Chen Mou was full of things in his hands and it was inconvenient to salute, so he bowed his body to return the salute, and glanced at the woman next to Mo Fu, who came back to visit him and even bought a maid, and planned to stay for a long time without moving.

Could it be that he was expelled by the Danyang Sect, had nowhere to go, and came back to Hunfang City again?
"Go, go home and drink."

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(End of this chapter)