Myth: Heaven and Earth

Chapter 17 Shamanic Artifacts
Taking food is an immortal art, so because of the art, Lu Heng's physique has become amazingly powerful in just six years.With several thousand jins of divine power, he has abundant energy, strong muscles and bones, and long stamina. Ding Lianshan and Gong Haneda are not comparable to him, his master Wei Heyi, and the third wife of Zhuma Xian are not comparable to him.

Among the mortal bodies of the body, it is already the top-notch.

If it weren't for this, Wei Laodao probably wouldn't tell everything.And will exclude Lu Heng.

After all, he is young, and youth is hope and the future.How to pull it up and die?

You have to be able to blend in.

For the past six years, Lu Heng has often visualized the starry sky.The second star is now beginning to light up faintly, and it is almost still not fully illuminated.Lu Heng didn't know how to light it up as soon as possible, and he didn't know what kind of magic the second star was, but expectations were inevitable.

Taking food is undoubtedly powerful, it can be described as the fundamental technique.Now what Lu Heng wants most is killing.

But this is not based on Lu Heng's will, whether the stars are bright or not, and what kind of fairy spells are bright, can't be operated.Just wait.

Returning to the house to put away the big gun, Lu Heng took a few pieces of silver from the bag and went out to the town near Zhujiazhuang.

When he came back, he carried half a sheep on his shoulders and carried a bag of corn grits in his hand.

In the past half month of Zhu's family, Lu Heng had such an encounter every day.

If you can't learn from others, live in others, and eat others, you still feel at ease.

This is not right.

Every day, twenty or thirty catties of beef and mutton, and a bag of rice noodles, can't be bought back.

He is a man with a big belly himself, and Zhu Dazhui eats a lot. If he can eat and live, Lu Heng really doesn't have that face.

He didn't even say to give money, he just bought it himself every day.

Earlier, Zhu Dachui also said a few words to him, saying that it is only natural for the host to give the guests food and drink, so why should the guests buy it every day?Later, when he saw Lu Heng's appetite, he joked, "For a man with a big belly like you, even a wealthy family has to give you something to eat."

That's not!
If it weren't for the way of robbing the rich and helping the poor in these years, even if you starve to death, you will never have such a strong physique.Is it a pity that you can't satisfy the basic food and drink with the art of taking food?
Back at Zhu's house, chop the mutton and stew it with the mushrooms, then boil a pot of corn grits. When the mutton is stewed, it is noon.

After shouting Zhu Dachui, he brought a pot of stewed mutton into Mrs. Zhu's house, put it on her kang, and greeted him before coming out, and Zhu Dachui and Zhu Dachui each had a big bowl and devoured them.

After dinner, when Lu Heng came into the house to clean up the dishes for Mrs. Zhu San, Mrs. Zhu San said to him, "Did you shoot that weapon?"

Lu Heng said: "It came out."

Mrs. Zhu San nodded: "You come to me later, the old lady will tell you about shaman."

Lu Heng should be out of the house.

After washing the dishes and pots, drying his hands, Lu Heng entered the room again, and Mrs. Zhu San squinted and sat on the kang, beckoning to him, "Sit down."

Sit down.

Mrs. Zhu San said: "Although Baishan and Blackwater are the roots of the Tartars, since the Kangxi period, the shamanism that was integrated with the Tartars has been gradually transferred to the capital."

"The masters of shamanism are mostly guarding the slave chiefs in the capital. The ancestral land of the shamans can't be moved, and some people are left to guard it, but it is still the Longtan Tiger's Den."

"In the past few years, your master and I have investigated many times, and roughly found out the details of the ancestral land of the shaman. In addition to a guard of 200 elite soldiers, there are twenty or thirty shamans and a big shaman."

Lu Heng listened carefully and did not dare to neglect.

Mrs. Zhu San continued: "This time the shamanism's lair was destroyed, in addition to the old woman, there are also people from the Hu, Bai, and Liu families. The Ma and Huang families are hard-core crops, and they must be kept secret from them."

Lu Heng understood.

The grandmother said: "First pull out the shaman, then turn around and deal with the Ma family and the Huang family. If you deal with the Ma family and the Huang family first, it will inevitably leak the news and be noticed by the big shaman."

Lu Heng said: "Two hundred elite soldiers are not enough, I alone are enough. I just don't know how powerful that shaman is?"

The old lady smiled and said, "The two hundred elite soldiers are going to be handed over to you to deal with. The shaman is nothing but the old monster, the big shaman."

Said: "Shamanism worshipped three gods in its heyday. One is Shanjun, who is like the old lady and I; the other is a personal bear, and the last is Costin. It's amazing. That Kang Mazi once blessed the national fortune with 'Three hundred and sixty feather insects, and the most handsome sea Dongqing', making him leap above the mountain king and the human bear."

"Shanjun is the most violent, Renxiong is the most powerful, Costin's ultimate move is the most ruthless, and the ability to escape is the strongest."

"Shanjun, Renxiong, the ground is the roost. The number of ways of Haidongqing can fly."

The old woman was a little serious: "The only old monster left in the ancestral land of Shamanism, a vertical leap, can fly half a mile."

can fly!

Lu Heng looked surprised.

For example, a martial arts master can come within three feet of a martial arts master.But it will be too far away.This shaman's old monster can fly half a mile in one leap, which is really incredible, even a bow and arrow musket can't reach him.

The grandmother said: "The most terrifying thing in the ancestral land of shamans is the old thief. Shamanism originally worshipped the three gods. Over the years, Shanjun and Renxiong have long since passed away, and these two lines have declined one after another. It seems that he is still alive. When killing the old thief, he must guard against Haidongqing himself."

Lu Heng remembered it in his heart and couldn't help but say: "The attack from the sky really has to be careful and careful."

The old lady nodded: "In the past few days, you must first familiarize yourself with weapons and prepare. When the time comes, the old lady will call you."

Lu Heng said: "Listen to the wife."

Back in his room, Lu Heng grabbed the big gun and put it on his knees, Mosuo held it, unable to hide the ups and downs of his heart.

Over the years, Lu Heng has had eighty or no lives in his hands.But most of them are rich, ruthless, ruthless landlords, old wealthy, and thieves with beards.

Some of them also practice martial arts.

But what does that count compared to what is to be done now?

Shaman!

Tsk tsk, Lu Heng couldn't help it.

Thinking about the grandmother's words, Lu Heng didn't dare to ignore it, although his blood was boiling.After all, he had never seen the means of a shaman.What are those natural spirits capable of?

I couldn't help but ran into the yard with the gun, and took a few more spear techniques.

Spear techniques, sword techniques, and all these are essentially extensions of the limbs.But the lethality is stronger than the limbs.

Lu Heng's boxing skills are already deep into his bones, and his spear skills are not far behind.

It is said that Li Shuwen, who also practices Bajiquan and is famous for his spear skills, Li Shuwen, who is known as 'Steel Fist No Second Fight, Li Shuwen with a sharp gun', tried to stab flies with a spear without hurting the white paper. He was precise and ruthless.

Although Lu Heng was a little worse, stinging the flies could not take care of not hurting the white paper, but his strength could make up for the lack of skills.

When the spear technique started, a large spear scurried around like an oolong, and the black wind was billowing within a zhang, a little bit of cold light was swallowed, and the rolling air vibrated and buzzed, which was really astonishing.

Thinking about this spear technique, as long as it is mortal, who can take it hard?
(End of this chapter)