Boundless Sky

The temple at the foot of the West Mountain is called Qiuyue Temple. It is a dilapidated temple. Only one old monk stays here to guard the entire temple.

After saying hello to the old monk briefly, and after giving him some incense money, Cheng Hao settled down in one of the side halls.

At night, he didn't rest like ordinary people, but started to practice according to the Tiger Demon Bone Boxing technique.

At first, because of unskillfulness, it took most of the night to complete the exercise of the 206 hand moves of the Tiger Demon Bone Boxing. That kind of bone is like the pain of being continuously cut by a hacksaw. Even with his heart, he was sweating and almost fainted.

Hush!

He took a long sigh, and his body shook to shake off the cold sweat from his body. Cheng Hao sat on the stool and carefully observed the bones in his body.

"There is a faint golden brilliance on the white bones. Although it is not obvious for the improvement of strength, it has to be said that it does have an effect. Sure enough, with the correct method of guidance, the speed of cultivation is fast!"

After a few more rehearsals, Cheng Hao also found a way to relieve the pain. Whenever the pain did not want to produce bones like being cut by a knife, he would hit the ground with the force of concussion to relieve the pain in the bones.

Although this method can only relieve pain slightly, it is better than nothing. This kind of training effect that can clearly feel his own bones is improving again and again makes Cheng Hao unable to stop at all, practicing his boxing skills again and again.

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In the next few days, Cheng Hao’s life was very regular. During the day, he went to the tomb of Cheng Dingguo and his wife to sit and rest. In the evening, he returned to the temple’s partial hall to practice tiger demon bone boxing. This life continued until the third The night was broken by an uninvited guest.

He was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old scholar in a blue shirt. Although he was handsome, his figure was a little thin and looked a little down.

Just after entering the temple, Cheng Hao seemed to feel something in his heart. Although this down-and-out scholar seemed ordinary, he had a kind of upright spirit. This spirit came from self-confidence, and the source of self-confidence was him. The awe-inspiring breath of reading the sages' books.

The scholar entered the temple and gave the old monk a few strings of incense money. After eating a bowl of mushroom noodles, he lived in the room next to Cheng Hao, lit a lamp, burned a charcoal fire, and prepared for night reading.

And as the scholar moved in, the night that had been calm before, suddenly the north wind was blowing, and the basil outside the temple was rolled up and scattered everywhere.

At the same time, in the deep mountains in the distance, there were several screams, like wolves and foxes, mixed in the night breeze, and like night owls.

"Somewhat interesting!"

A smile appeared at the corner of Cheng Hao's mouth. He closed his fists and sat cross-legged on the bed, opening the perspective of his left eye and looking at the young scholar next door.

The scholar was a little weird. Originally, he stayed here for a few days and was very quiet outside the temple, but after the arrival of the scholar, there was a strong wind and then a roar. Now even the oil lamps in the room burst into sparks.

Cheng Hao didn't believe that everything was accidental. In this world with ghosts, immortals, and beasts, the people he saw in his eyes were not humans, or ghosts or demons.

"Strange, it's really a human, not a demon?"

After opening his left eye to see through the illusory supernatural powers, Cheng Hao looked at the scholar inside and out, and finally confirmed that this was indeed a real person, not the demon or ghost he had previously thought.

"Since he is a human, there must be another side that I can't see, otherwise it is impossible for the external environment to change just because of his arrival."

Secretly guessing, Cheng Hao's spirit is more concentrated in his left eye, the white light in his eyes is full of intensity to the extreme, faintly, even condensing the outline of a mirror.

"what is this?"

After the light in the left eye gleamed to the extreme, Cheng Hao's vision showed some sights he had never noticed before. Above the scholar's head, faintly red mists rose up, and wisps of red mist. Gathering together, they actually condensed into a young red dragon.

The body of the little red dragon was entangled, and he kept looking up to get up into the air, but there seemed to be an invisible restriction that suppressed him, making the little red dragon only curled up, unable to extend it fully.

"Ancient books record that the ancient sun **** has great supernatural powers, and when the eyes of the sky are opened, one can see through a person's luck. If I expected it to be true, this intangible but real red mist dragon should be the aura of the book. Lucky!"

"Qi Yun transforms into a dragon, entangled and unable to take off, this should be the fate of Qianlong in Yuan, this person is extraordinary!"

For some reason, after seeing the little red dragon, he suddenly had more information in his mind, such as Qi Luck and the fate of the Qianlong in the Yuan. It seems that this information originally existed in his mind, but now he saw the scholar's Qi Luck was triggered by the trigger.

"If this person has been suppressed by the strong and unable to go out, it will be fine, but if he does not restrict his freedom and give him the opportunity to move at will, then the future of Qianlong in the abyss is bound to change, and perhaps the flying dragon is in the sky. may!"

After making a prediction about the scholar's future, Cheng Hao withdrew his gaze, raised his head, and looked over his head. He wanted to know what his luck was.

Originally, in his opinion, he had obtained the mysterious mirror, possessed the two supernatural powers of perspective and traversal, and the power of air luck must not be underestimated, even if it was better than that of the scholar. But when he saw the result, he was a little unbelievable for a while.

One strand, only one strand, and still a small strand of golden luck!

Even this tiny strand of golden air luck was still dissipating at an undetectable speed. Cheng Hao was able to confirm it after carefully observing it for a while, and the power of the dissipated air luck was all absorbed into his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Hao quickly put away the magical powers. Now he can be sure that the magical powers in his eyes are not without any consumption. The left-eye magical power consumes energy and the right-eye magical power consumes lifespan. However, these two things are still very different. Easy to add!

"The lifespan will continue to be extended as the strength increases. If you find a life-prolonging pill or elixir, you can increase it. On the contrary, the air luck is a bit difficult. This kind of thing is a bit mysterious, and it seems that it is not easy to improve! "

To be honest, it’s not that Cheng Hao never raised the idea of ​​killing the scholar with a black hand, but this idea was only annihilated by him just as soon as he rose. It was not that he did not look at the other party’s luck, but he did not. Willing to take risks without authorization.

For one thing, he didn't have a way to collect the power of his luck. Even if he killed the scholar, the power of the opponent's luck might not be added to him; secondly, it’s not simple to be like this kind of luck. It can be killed simply, and it is even possible that after killing the opponent, the power of luck in this scholar's body will be eaten back by him. If this is the case, it will not be worth the loss.

"A gentleman has something to do or not. Although I am not a gentleman, I am not killing innocent people indiscriminately. When I have a chance in the future, I will find a few local bullies and try to kill them to see how good luck is. Does the improvement of yours help."

For the innocent person, Cheng Hao couldn't be cruel to hurt the killer, but for the bully and the like, Cheng Hao said that there was really no psychological barrier to killing.

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