Boundless Sky

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

After greeting the old monk briefly and giving him some incense money, Cheng Hao rested in one of the side halls.

At night, he did not rest like ordinary people, but began to practice according to the moves of Tiger Demon Bone Fist.

At the beginning, due to lack of proficiency, it took a full half of the night to complete the 206-hand moves of the entire Tiger Demon Training Bone Fist. The pain felt like the bones were being continuously cut by a hacksaw. Even with his heart, he was dripping with cold sweat and almost passed out.

Hush!

Taking a long breath, his body shook off the cold sweat. Cheng Hao sat on the stool and carefully observed the condition of the bones in his body.

"There is a faint golden glow on the white bones. Although the improvement in strength is still not obvious, I have to say that it is indeed effective. Sure enough, with the correct guidance of the exercises, the speed of cultivation is very fast!"

After rehearsing a few more times, Cheng Hao also found a way to relieve the pain. Whenever his bones were in pain like being cut by a knife, he would hit the ground with his whole body to relieve the pain in the bones with the force of vibration.

Although this method can only relieve the pain slightly, it is better than nothing. This kind of training effect of clearly feeling that one's own bones are improving time after time makes Cheng Hao unable to stop at all, practicing boxing 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 sit and rest in front of the tomb of Cheng Dingguo and his wife, and at night he went back to the side hall of the temple to practice Tiger Demon and Bone Fist. This kind of life lasted until the third day. The night of the day was broken by an unexpected guest.

It was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old scholar in a green shirt. Although he had fine features, his figure was a bit thin and he looked a bit downcast.

After entering the temple, Cheng Hao seemed to feel something in his heart. Although this down-and-out scholar looked ordinary, he had a kind of energetic spirit. This spirit came from self-confidence, and the source of self-confidence was him. The awe-inspiring air of being familiar with the sages' books.

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

And with the stay of the scholar, the night that had been peaceful before, suddenly the north wind blew up the basil outside the temple and scattered it everywhere.

At the same time, from the deep mountains in the distance, there were several mournful howls, like wolves and foxes, mixed in the night wind, like night owls.

"Something interesting!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Cheng Hao's mouth, put away his fists, sat cross-legged on the bed, opened the perspective of his left eye, and looked at the young scholar next door.

The scholar was a little weird. Originally, he stayed here for a few days and it was very quiet outside the temple, but after the scholar arrived, there was a strong wind first, then roars, and now even the oil lamps in the room were crackling and bursting into sparks.

Cheng Hao doesn't believe that everything is accidental. In this world with ghosts, fairies and monsters, the people he sees are not people, but ghosts or monsters.

"It's strange, it's really a human, not a demon?"

After opening his left eye to see through illusions, Cheng Hao looked at the scholar inside and out, and finally confirmed that this is indeed a real person, not the demon or ghost he thought before.

"Since he is a human being, there must be a side that I cannot see. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the outside environment to change just because of his arrival."

After thinking about it secretly, Cheng Hao's spirit was more concentrated in his left eye, and the white light in his eyes was so intense that it faintly condensed into the outline of a mirror.

"What's this?"

After the light in his left eye shone to the extreme, some scenes that he had never seen before appeared in Cheng Hao's vision. Over the top of the scholar's head, red mist could be faintly seen rising up, wisps of thin red mist Gathering together, they actually condensed into a young red dragon.

The red little dragon's body was entangled, and he kept raising his head and wanted to rise into the air, but there seemed to be an invisible restraint suppressing him, so that the red little dragon could only curl up, and could not stretch out with all his strength.

"According to ancient books, the ancient sun gods had great supernatural powers. Once the eyes of the sky were opened, they could see through a person's luck. If I expected it to be true, this invisible but real red mist dragon should be the scholar's aura. transport!"

"Luck to transform into a dragon, entrenched and unable to ascend to the sky, this should be Qianlong Zaiyuan's fate, this person is extraordinary!"

For some reason, after seeing the red little dragon, information such as luck and the fate of Qianlong in Yuan suddenly appeared in his mind. It seemed that these information originally existed in his mind, but now he saw this scholar Luck was triggered and brought out.

"If this person has been suppressed by the strong and can't go out, it's fine, but if he doesn't restrict his freedom and give him the opportunity to move freely, then the future of Qianlong in Yuanzhi will definitely change. Maybe Feilong is in the sky. possible!"

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

Originally, in his opinion, he obtained the mysterious treasure mirror, possessed the two supernatural powers of perspective and time travel, and the power of luck must not be underestimated, even if it is better than that of the scholar. But when he saw the result, he couldn't believe it for a while.

One wisp, only one, and it's still a very small wisp of golden luck!

Even this tiny ray of golden luck was still dissipating at an undetectable speed. After observing carefully for a while, Cheng Hao was able to confirm that all the dissipated power of luck was integrated into his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Hao quickly put away his supernatural powers. Now he can be sure that using the supernatural powers in his eyes is not without any consumption. Left eye power consumes luck, right eye power consumes life, but these two things are not very good. Easy to refill!

"Shouyuan will continue to prolong with the improvement of strength. If you find life-prolonging pills or elixir, it can also increase. But luck is a bit difficult to deal with. 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 didn't have the idea of ​​killing the scholar with black hands, but this idea was crushed by him just as soon as he raised it. Willing to take risks.

First, he has no way to collect the power of luck from others, even if he kills the scholar, the power of luck of the other party may not be added to him; secondly, people with such great luck are not simply It can be killed simply, and it is even possible that after killing the opponent, the power of luck in the scholar will backlash against him. If this is the case, the gain will outweigh the loss.

"A gentleman does something and doesn't. Although I am not a gentleman, I am not killing innocent people indiscriminately. When I have a chance in the future, I will try to find a few local ruffians and bullies to kill them and see how good my luck is." Does the improvement help."

For innocent people, Cheng Hao can't make up his mind to hurt the killer, but for bullies and other garbage, Cheng Hao said that there is really no psychological barrier to kill.