Chang Sheng Gou Said: Play The Suona At The Beginning, Mourn The Funeral And Cultivate Immortality

Bai Yu encountered a cultivation bottleneck.

Sixth Grade and Seventh Grade are originally a big difficulty. Many Martial Artists are stuck here and may not be able to break through for decades.

The Third Grade to the Sixth Grade are called Qi and Blood Realm, transporting Qi and blood, quenching Bone Refining and viscera.

From the Seventh Grade to the Ninth Grade, it is called the realm of divine transformation, and begins to transcend ordinary life.

As the saying goes, there is a "god".

Seventh Grade Zhoutian Realm, open up the Great Zhoutian, and be free from all obstacles.

Eighth Grade Divine Courage Realm, where the spirit is condensed and courage comes from itself.

Ninth Grade Spirit Communication realm, from ordinary Spirit Communication, is not afraid of life and death.

Although Bai Yu has tempered the internal organs and reached Sixth Grade perfection, he has not yet touched the threshold of "god" and does not know how to go further.

"Since Martial Dao's realm can no longer be improved, then step up the practice of internal strength. When the internal strength is strong, the strength will naturally improve steadily."

In the days that followed, Bai Yu began to major in the Black Wolf Mind Technique.

Along the way, he practiced the hidden weapon technique of Baizhang Feixing and learned the corpse refining technique.

Occasionally, I go to the black market to sell bone-forging pills. I only sell twenty bottles at a time, and I stop after selling out. I am never greedy for more.

The days of hard training passed quickly.

He had specially selected many internal energy rewards before, and his internal energy was already extremely strong.

Along with this, the practice of the Black Wolf Mind Technique became much smoother.

More than a month later, Black Wolf's mental technique finally broke through.

[Black Wolf Mind Technique, Mastery (13/10000)]

[Qualification +4! ]

At this time, Bai Yu's internal strength is extremely strong, comparable to the strength of an ordinary Martial Artist who has been practicing for thirty years.

Between each punch and palm, overwhelming power roared out.

His properties panel becomes:

[Name: Bai Yu. ]

[Qualification: 19]

[Qi and blood: 1238]

[Strength: 441]

[Internal strength: 600]

[Cultivation: Sixth Grade viscera realm. ]

[Skills: Liuhe Five Elements Boxing (comprehensive and comprehensive), Black Wolf Heart Technique (comprehensive and comprehensive)]

[Martial skills: Thirteen Soul-Destroying Swords (a small success), Turtle and Snake Breath Condensing Art (comprehensive), Feiyan Lingxubu (practice makes perfect), Diamond Iron Clothes Kung Fu (comprehensive), Baizhang Flying Star (practice makes perfect)]

[Divine Ability: Immortality. ]

[Other skills: Suona Suona (comprehensive mastery), Zhu Youyin Fu Jing (practice makes perfect), Blood Talisman Technique (practice makes perfect), Yang Jing Powder (practice makes perfect), Dragon and Tiger Bone Tempering Dan (Which one can make perfect), Archery (practice makes perfect), Corpse refining (first glimpse into the door), etc. ]

Bai Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

The qualifications are increased by 4 points, and the cultivation speed will be faster in the future.

Compared with a few months ago, his strength has undergone earth-shaking changes.

He has over a thousand qi and blood, a strength of more than four thousand kilograms, and his internal strength is comparable to that of Martial Dao, a master who has been practicing internal martial arts for thirty years.

The anxiety in his heart eased a lot.

Bai Yu looked outside the house and saw snowflakes floating in the sky.

"It's almost Chinese New Year."

Bai Yu couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart.

"Old Mo, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, let's go buy some New Year's goods."

Lao Mo let out a "woof" and jumped several feet high.

"Woof woof woof~" (New Year's Eve~)

One person and one dog went out excitedly, preparing to go to the city to buy new year's goods.

However, along the way, there was no excitement at all during the New Year.

People coming and going all have disheveled faces and are sallow and thin.

The trees on the roadside have been peeled off, revealing their pale trunks, and there are even rows of tooth marks on the trunks.

The rebels have grown stronger in these days, capturing two remote counties and starting to train their troops.

Sometimes the leading cavalry team of the rebels can approach Jiangcheng for more than ten miles.

The situation in Jiangcheng is getting worse and worse, and food prices are rising again and again.

In the shanty towns outside the city, people have begun to eat grass roots and bark.

After finally entering Jiangcheng, Jiangcheng was far less lively than before.

The streets were full of soldiers in armor patrolling.

In the market, prices have skyrocketed.

A pound of brown rice costs dozens of taels of silver, and a chicken even costs close to one tael of silver.

Even Bai Yu couldn't help but secretly click his tongue at this kind of price.

In the end, Bai Yu bought a few kilograms of pig head meat, a chicken, and some dried fruits.

Lao Mo followed Bai Yu and suddenly saw a stall selling windmills.

There are colorful windmills stuck on the stall, whirring in the wind, which is really beautiful.

The handle of the windmill is tied with a beautiful ribbon, and two delicate bells hang from the bottom, tinkling.

Lao Mo stared at a colorful windmill, his eyes full of joy.

It looked at Bai Yu and then at the windmill.

Thinking of the sad look on Bai Yu's face recently, it still didn't make a sound.

These days, even Martial Artist doesn’t have much spare money.

Lao Mo followed Bai Yu reluctantly, looking back at the windmills from time to time.

After buying the new year's goods, Bai Yu's mood improved a bit.

At the exit of the market, Bai Yu suddenly remembered something:

"By the way, Lao Mo, wait for me."

After saying that, he quickly turned around and entered the market. Lao Mo sat on the ground obediently and waited.

Not long after, Bai Yu came back and asked mysteriously:

"Old Mo, guess what I bought?"

"Woof woof woof~" (Firecrackers?)

"No, guess again."

"Woof, woof woof." (New Year pictures?)

"No, it's a windmill, doesn't it look good?"

Bai Yu took out a colored paper windmill from behind, with beautiful streamers and delicate bells underneath.

Lao Mo's eyes lit up like fireworks lighting up the night sky.

It pounced on Bai Yu and rubbed its plush head against him.

Bai Yu tied the windmill to Lao Mo's tail with a smile, and Lao Mo started to trot excitedly.

The windmill whirred, the bell sounded crisply, and there was Old Mo's excited cry.

Bai Yu chased Lao Mo from behind, a smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

One person and one dog depend on each other for life.

With each other's company, there is a little more joy in this war-torn world.

Fighting begins from all directions, and the beacon smoke is a good time.

…

Soon, New Year's Eve arrived.

Only Bai Yu, Lao Mo, and Lao Zhangtou are left in Yizhuang.

Everyone else went home to celebrate the New Year, and even Uncle Jiu got together with Widow Sun, who sold roast chicken.

Lao Zhangtou is the same as Bai Yu, he has no relatives and no one to rely on, and he is alone.

Bai Yu talked about it all day and said with a smile:

"Uncle Zhang, let's celebrate the New Year together."

He set out a large plate of dumplings, a pot of chicken soup, and a hot pot.

Old Zhangtou said with a smile:

"Okay, okay, it's Chinese New Year."

"I can't eat your food for free. You've been drinking from Nuer Hong for twenty years, right?"

"There is also a beggar's chicken, give it a try."

The two of them were waving their index fingers, and no one was polite. They drank and ate meat.

These days, everyone's life has become tight, and only during the Chinese New Year are they willing to go out and have a good meal.

After three drinks, Lao Zhangtou drank a glass of wine and said with a smile:

"Old man, it's been a long time since I had a happy New Year."

"Xiaoyu, when I see you, I think of my granddaughter. She should be about the same age as you."

"Next year, I will go back to my hometown to see her and promise her to be your wife."

Bai Yu also tried to drink a glass of daughter's red, but choked and coughed.

He didn't believe that Old Zhangtou would have any granddaughter.

"Uncle Zhang, if your granddaughter doesn't want it, lend me your wine gourd for a while."

Lao Zhangtou usually didn't care about anything except a red-skinned gourd that was so tight that he had to hold it while sleeping.

"That's not okay. This is for my granddaughter's dowry."