My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

Ping'an Square

Chen Mu sat beside the stove under the thatched shed.

This small stove was placed under the stove, and the casserole above was steaming hot. The strong medicinal smell spreads.

He is cooking the kestrel shape training secret medicine.

This secret medicine is of great value, and it costs one or two silver per share, which really makes Chen Mu feel distressed.

If it weren't for the fact that his portrait business was fairly stable now, he wouldn't dare to practice at all.

After the secret medicine was boiled, pour it out and let it warm, and Chen Mu took a sip.

After rubbing his stomach a few times, he began to practice kestrel training in the yard.

Chen Mu's figure moved from side to side, galloping around the yard, his sleeves being pulled by the air with a hula sound, and his speed was comparable to a 100-meter sprint.

After running for a quarter of an hour, Chen Mu stopped, took a deep breath, and his undulating chest quickly calmed down.

As the proficiency of the kestrel shape training increases, the effect begins to show.

Chen Mu's overall quality has improved as a whole. Strength, speed, and endurance are enhanced to varying degrees.

After running fast for a quarter of an hour, he quickly recovered his panting, and he still had spare energy.

"If this speed is put in the Olympic Games in the previous life, none of the sprint and long-distance champions will be able to run!"

Writing: 1245/10000/second order;

Drawing: 663/10000/second order;

Throwing: 2465/10000/second order;

Kestrel training: 1050/10000/first order;

"Another 15 points of experience."

"There is still a secret medicine to cooperate with." Chen Mu sighed.

After more than 20 days of practice, every time he works with the secret medicine, he can gain 8 to 15 points of experience.

The experience is the most when you just take the secret medicine, and it will decrease later.

Since he has to practice with all his strength every time, he can only practice six or seven times a day at most.

Any more and the whole body will be sore. Probably to the limit of the body.

In this way, you can improve your proficiency by about 50 points a day.

"Breaking through the second-order will have a qualitative change, and there is a high probability that Yijin will be completed."

Sheng Hong told him that there are three levels of changes in the practice of shape training, namely, Yi Jin, Yi Gu, and Yi Maru.

Every change will greatly improve the physical quality, breaking the limit of ordinary people.

"According to the calculation of fifty experiences per day, it will take about 179 days to complete Yijin, which is about half a year." Chen Mu calculated silently.

"You can surpass most ordinary people after practicing for half a year, and this speed is not bad. Hehe."

As for how long the last two levels will take, he can't guarantee it.

It is said to be more and more difficult.

Fortunately, there is a gray wall proficiency, and a little diligence can always be practiced.

Thinking of this, Chen Mu suddenly felt at ease.

Let's practice.

...

Morning time passed quickly.

Chen Mu set fire to cook, cooked white wheat, sautéed green vegetables, cut two catties of braised pork, and ate it in a big mouth.

As he practiced martial arts for a long time, his appetite grew.

Don't leave the meat, and spend five or six taels a month just on food.

Plus the secret medicine. The total spending in January is at least thirty-five taels.

The predecessor had never even seen so much money!

"Fortunately, those uncles and aunts are rich enough." Chen Mu no longer expects Miss Song Ji.

He was going to walk all the way to the dark among the uncles and aunts.

After having dinner and changing into clean clothes, Chen Mu went out and walked into the county town.

Today I made an appointment to give a portrait of a member surnamed Li.

Over the past few months, Chen Mu has been very skilled in this business.

When I got there, I started quickly, and in the evening, I wandered home with more than ten taels of pen money.

He now has a client about every three or four days.

There can be seven or eighty-two in January.

If it wasn't for this money, he wouldn't dare to practice martial arts.

"I can't be complacent, this business will always be finished." Chen Mu was very sober.

The money that came out for him to draw pictures was nothing more than those wealthy and wealthy families in the city. The number is ultimately limited.

"You have to find ideas to open up resources and reduce costs."

He has no idea about open source.

He was a little bit concerned about throttling.

The biggest expense right now is the secret medicine.

The most expensive is the medicinal material called Qianshoucao, which costs half a tael per plant.

That thing exists in the mountains outside the city. However, it is difficult to collect them in inaccessible places.

In the former home village, it seems that there were hunters collecting this drug.

"I have to find time to go back to my hometown." Chen Mu thought silently.

...

In the evening, Master Yan set up two attendants and walked out of the Anlefang.

Familiar with the door and the road came to an unremarkable car dealership in Dongshi.

He got into a black-painted carriage and drove out of the city.

Half an hour later, the carriage got into a deserted village and stopped in a yard where half of the earth wall had collapsed.

With the last ray of sunlight gone.

The desolate and silent village is lively.

People wearing cloaks and covering their faces walked out of the dilapidated houses.

Lanterns are hung on both sides of the street, and there are many stalls along the road.

The things sold are bizarre, antiques, medicinal herbs, tattered books, unknown animal meat, and even a black skull.

Painter Yan didn't dare to look at it, he wrapped his cloak tightly, and quickly got into an alley.

When he came out again, his face covered by the black cloth couldn't help turning white.

"Damn poor boy! Your life is so valuable!" Painter Yan twitched in distress.

"Then if the scholar has a relationship with Goulan Washi through Miaohuafang, how can I still have my business?!" Yan Huashi hated his teeth. More than one singer has asked him about Chen Mu.

On the carriage back to the city, Painter Yan leaned on the carriage and closed his eyes to rest.

"More money means more money. At least he can get rid of the scholar without knowing it. No one will doubt himself." Yan painter can only comfort himself in this way.

In just a few days, the scholar will die unexpectedly, and he will be completely safe.

"I told you, the water in this industry is very deep, you really can't control it." Painter Yan sneered.

"Good words are hard to persuade a damned ghost."

"This book will die if it lives or dies. The owner has to figure out a way to fool it." Painter Yan pondered.

I was thinking about how to deal with the doubts of the owner of Miaohuafang.

Suddenly I felt a cool breeze blowing.

Painter Yan opened his eyes involuntarily and realized that the carriage did not know when to stop.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask, he found that there was a person sitting across from him.

Painter Yan was suddenly surprised.

The cool breeze came out of the carriage curtain, and the moonlight got into the carriage, illuminating half of the face of the man opposite.

Painter Yan suddenly felt that his heart skipped half a beat.

"You...you are!"

puff!

A flash of silver light.

Painter Yan felt a sudden pain in his heart, his whole body stiffened for a moment, and then he trembled. After a while, he was completely dead.

The curtains rolled and the moonlight shone, revealing an indifferent face.

If you look closely, you can see that there are seven or eight similarities with the culprit of the Wang family who was beheaded!

That person just stared coldly at Master Yan's pale face in horror.

The next moment, the cool wind blew, and the figure disappeared.

...

Qingshan County Government Office

As soon as Chen Mu walked out of the yamen, he met Lu Zhaotou.

"Master Chen, I haven't seen you for a while." Lu Zhaotou greeted with a smile.

"Lu Zhaotou is feeling better." Chen Mu also responded with a smile.

The last time the culprit of the Wang family's annihilation was arrested, Lu Zhao was injured and had been ill for a long time.

"It's alright." Lu Zhaotou waved his hand indifferently: "How is Chen Gongzi's practice of shape surgery?"

"Forget it, I'm not that material." Chen Mu said unwillingly.

The smile on Lu Zoutou's face stagnated, he was still waiting to pay Chen Mu's money, why did he give up?

"If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me." Lu Zhaotou looked sincere.

"Really!" Chen Mu's face was full of surprise.

"Of course!" Lu Zhaotou smiled. As long as you give him some sweetness and see the hope of practicing martial arts, you can always fool people to Sheng Hong.

He has spent a lot of money on recuperating recently, and he urgently needs an income.

"Oh, let's forget it. It's too tiring to practice martial arts..." After speaking, Chen Mu strode away with a face full of shame.

Lu Zhaotou, who just wanted to continue to persuade him, was stunned.

too tired?

How do you persuade me?

Which is not tiring to practice martial arts!

He looked at Chen Mu's back like he was looking at a big pile of long-legged silver.

run away...