Chapter 80 Looking back, I am already a centenarian
After thirty years of hard work, [Crane Claw Skill] finally broke through its limits.
After another twenty years, the basic skills were finally perfected.
After another thirty years, the Heart-Destroying Palm was finally perfected.
Eighty years have passed, and I have worked hard and devoted myself to martial arts.
Although Feng Mu looks only eighteen or nineteen years old, his "actual age" is already a centenarian.
Even if these eighty years were full of boring and monotonous repetition, his character had finally grown. At least, in enduring loneliness and solitude, and in the exhaustion of solitude, Feng Mu had gained the ultimate psychological resistance.
Common name: perseverance.
This is probably the hidden benefit brought by skill upgrading.
No matter how crude a piece of pig iron is, after being hammered for 80 years, even if it is still a piece of pig iron, it will be very different from the original piece of pig iron.
Anyway, in the past, Feng Mu would find staying up late to practice boring and difficult, and he was tempted by the increase of his "experience tank".
Now, Feng Mu no longer needs it. Staying up late and working hard means nothing to him. Although his body can still feel tired, his soul seems to have been hammered into a piece of pig iron, and the slightest ripples can't even produce sparks.
After completing [Heart-Destroying Palm], Feng Mu continued to practice [Bull Demon Power] without stopping and without taking any breaks.
[Bull Demon Power] is not about practicing martial arts for a certain part of the body, but rather it is a stance practice that integrates the strength of the whole body. In other words, [Bull Demon Power] practices a whole set of strength.
Not only do you need to coordinate with the breathing method, but you also need to feel the flow of strength throughout your body. The difficulty of practicing suddenly rises by more than one level.
It is roughly equivalent to the transition from plane geometry to solid geometry.
The difficulty of the questions increases from two dimensions to three dimensions. The martial arts moves are no longer rigid, but rather require a mysterious sense of strength.
From the intuitive to the abstract, if you don’t know how to do it, then you really don’t know how to do it.
Three hours passed.
Feng Mu posed strangely, paying attention to his breathing rhythm all the time, deep and shallow, deep and shallow, nine times in a row. He was so suffocated that he almost vomited the food he was eating, and his thighs were numb from squatting.
He did not feel any heat in his chest, nor did he feel any snake-like force running down his spine.
I was sweating all over and I could really feel the stiffness in my back and waist.
"How do I cheat to get started with feeling the power?"
Feng Mu really encountered a problem this time. All the skills, characteristics or entries he possessed were useless. He just couldn't do it.
Thinking is useless, thinking is fruitless.
Feng Mu lay on the bed and fell asleep in a daze.
the next day.
Burn 7 corpses, four on top and three on the bottom.
I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or for some other reason, but the frequency and number of corpses received by the incinerator has increased significantly this week, and Feng Mu and Wang Jian’s workload has increased.
Wang Jian kept complaining while working: "Why are there so many evil spirits recently? Are all those warriors deformed one after another?"
Feng Mu frowned, he felt something was wrong.
The main evil corpses come from human deformation, and after the deformation, the evil corpses will follow their instincts and attack the living things around them irrationally.
But when he thought about it carefully, seven or eight corpses were burned in one day recently, but there was no news in the city that there was a disaster with corpses and no casualties.
In fact, it wasn't recently. Since the first day he became a cremator, he seemed to have rarely heard this kind of news or folk gossip.
At that time, Feng Mu thought that District 9 blocked the news for fear of causing panic.
But after experiencing the "Black Pillar" incident, Feng Mu gained a better understanding of the simple and rough law enforcement in District 9.
It’s not that he looked down on the ruling officials of District 9, but he felt that it was impossible for the District 9 government to keep the news completely secret.
In terms of ability and attitude, it is impossible to be so meticulous and rigorous.
Unless... there really haven't been many disasters involving corpse deformation in the city.
"Where do these corpses come from?"
Due to the lack of known information, Feng Mu couldn't guess the truth, but he felt a chill in his heart.
Fortunately, the story behind this should not be linked to him...
Feng Mu simply put the matter behind him, punched in and out of get off work every day, burned corpses and collected black cores, and was busy and happy without any distractions.
By the way, Feng Mu’s acquisition of Heihe’s business segment is no longer limited to Wang Jian alone. The two crematorium workers in another incineration room have also been included in his acquisition segment.
The business expanded by double.
The number of black cores purchased this week has tripled compared to previous years.
Feng Mu no longer hid anything and he used Wang Jian's mouth to spread the gossip in the factory.
A piece of gossip is that Feng Mu has someone from the police station in his family, and he collects the money on behalf of the police station, just making some money by passing it on in the middle.
Another piece of gossip was that Feng Mu was lucky enough to be noticed by the new leader of the Green Wolf Gang, and this was the job the Green Wolf Gang gave him so that he could earn some pocket money.
Blah blah blah...the news has been circulated for several times, it's hard to say how many times to add to it, anyway, more than one version has been circulated.
Feng Mu's reputation was somewhat tarnished, and the workers in the factory sometimes looked at him with unpleasant eyes, but Feng Mu turned a deaf ear to them and continued to collect the black cores with a normal expression.
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In this way, in just one week, these rumors seemed to be completely confirmed.
As for the remaining two black market merchants whose life or death and whereabouts are unknown, will they believe this rumor or will they cause trouble for Feng Mu again?
That is inevitable.
But Feng Mu's mentality has changed now. Not only does he not hide now, he is even blatantly using himself as bait, just to lure them out again.
Feng Mu is not afraid of them coming, but is afraid that they will not come.
Another peaceful day has passed.
Feng Mu walked out of the factory with a few black cores in his bag, without feeling any malicious intent of being watched.
"The fool who played with ants and the old farmer with a smile like a chrysanthemum, are they really dead? Did all three brothers go on the road that night?"
Feng Mu sighed and was very worried about them.
An hour later.
Feng Mu appeared at the door of [Douqiong Martial Arts Hall].
"I am Feng Mu now, not [Masked]. I don't know [Crane Claw] or [Heart-Destroying Palm]. I only know basic punches and kicks. I came here to gain practical combat experience."
Feng Mu said this to himself in his heart, in case he accidentally revealed his true strength during actual combat.
This is easy to understand. A person's growth has a traceable trajectory. [Mask] and [Feng Mu] are equivalent to two game accounts. When switching accounts, the skills are of course not interchangeable.
Otherwise, in the eyes of someone with ulterior motives, it would be equivalent to merging the accounts into one.
Feng Mu came to [Douqiong Martial Arts School] today for many purposes and plans, and the most important one was to develop a set of skills that could be demonstrated for the big [Feng Mu] who walked in the light.
"I can't just hide behind the [mask] and be useless forever. I have to show my identity [Feng Mu] from time to time, otherwise it will be exposed sooner or later."
"[Mask] can stir up trouble in the dark, and [Feng Mu] must breathe in the light. Only in this way can the two identities cooperate with each other, cover each other, and grab more rewards together."
"Well, with this identity [Feng Mu], he can slowly show off his martial arts talent. Well, this talent cannot be too conspicuous. It needs to be hidden deeper and discovered by someone with a discerning eye."
"This way, the transformation won't be abrupt, and it's in line with the original body's low-level useless performance."
"If that happens, and someone looks at me with a magnifying glass, troubles me, or tries to frame me, then it won't be my fault."
"Yeah, that's right!"
Feng Mu went over the idea of [character transformation] in his mind again, then he took a deep breath, forced a slightly dull look on his face, and walked towards the martial arts hall.
Clang——
As Feng Mu stepped into the martial arts hall, the plaque seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. It swayed and fell to the ground with a deafening sound, and a glaring crack appeared between [斗] and [麒].
Feng Mu’s face froze, and he quietly stepped back after stepping in: “…”
(End of this chapter)
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