Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 44
It took two days to invite masons to renovate and complete the forging room, quiet room, and flower garden. Chen Mou stayed behind closed doors for the next half month.

He spends most of his time in the West Wing, actually going to another world to practice spells, swordsmanship and kung fu.

He is good at thinking and comparing horizontally and vertically, and his progress is obvious.

Today, he was practicing the technique of capturing objects, and he easily picked up a small hammer that weighed two catties on the ground and put it back. After repeated practice like this, he had a sudden idea that if the technique of capturing objects was reversed, it would not be possible to obtain the reverse thrust and accelerate the speed. Escape speed?

Ah bah, good for nothing, any serious spells can be close to the direction of wretched escape.

From the bottom of his heart, Chen Mou despised his behavior of putting his life before Mount Tai, and then with his chin crossed, he kept pacing and circling in the hall of the cave, thinking about the feasibility of reverse rotation of the technique of capturing objects.

The effect of force is relative, and the general direction of his thinking should be right.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and he discovered that the technique of capturing objects could not only ingest dead objects, but could also be used to deal with the enemy itself.

As long as you practice the object capture technique well enough, practice makes perfect, and you can use the object capture technique to restrict the enemy's movement from a long distance, and can interfere and interrupt the opponent's magic attack. There are many benefits and infinite uses.

It is also possible to suddenly use the reverse photography technique to speed up the attack speed of several hidden weapons or spells when throwing hidden weapons or attacking with spells. As long as there is a [-]% or [-]% increase, it will make people overwhelmed and flustered, so as to seize the opportunity.

He will take advantage of the fire to rob, or slip away.

"This young master is really a genius buried in Fangshi. This clever mind is full of whimsical ideas!"

Chen Mou recorded the flashes of inspiration he discovered one by one with a pen.

After two quarters of an hour of practicing photography, he was so tired that his brain throbbed.

This thing not only consumes mana, but also consumes mental power. The progress in the future is as slow as a snail. Most monks have practiced about the same. To lay the foundation for the future sword, they will switch to other spells and practice instead of hanging on a tree. Knocking on the object technique is too much for the gain.

Chen Mou once heard Fan Laodao say that he was born with a strong mind and soul, and he also realized the benefits of a strong mind and soul. After half an hour of meditation, the exhausted mental power recovered.

In this way, after consuming and recovering every day, the time he can persist will gradually become longer.

The proficiency is slowly improving in the constant search for abuse.

When he came to the corner of the stone hall, Mr. Chen practiced breath-holding technique lying motionless like an old tortoise. He almost stopped breathing.

Persisting for a quarter and a half, Chen Mou woke up from the state of dying from holding his breath, panting heavily, and took a long time to get up.

In order to live well, these are the hardships that must be suffered in advance.

Otherwise, who would like to endure hardship in a self-abuse style, isn't it uncomfortable to hug a fragrant and soft maid?
Recorded his cultivation experience in another booklet, rested for a while, Chen Mou rubbed his fingers, a wick-thick red flame appeared in the air, and as his fingers moved slightly, the flames shuttled around a distance of Zhang in front of him Walk, slow and fast.

He was practicing a fire control technique called "threading a needle."

A quarter of an hour later, with a wave of Chen Mou's finger, only a wisp of flame was consumed, which turned into a stream of fire and shot towards the opposite stone wall. About five feet away, the fire line collapsed into the air and disappeared.

The temperature of the entire stone hall has increased several degrees with his practice of fire control.

Recording the gains and losses of the practice in the booklet, Chen Mou touched the ancient jade on his wrist with his Yuan force, and returned to the quiet room in the west wing.

It has entered the first ten days of September, and the autumn air is crisp and sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant.

After lunch, Ying'er followed Ying'er to the backyard to admire the pleasingly growing green vegetable seedlings, and pinched two hands on Ying'er's smooth cheeks as a compliment to the hardworking maid with bright eyes.

Ying'er's happiness is so simple and unpretentious.

In the afternoon, a fire was lit in the forging room, and an embryo that had been forged for several afternoons was turned into a long sword, which took more than an hour to sharpen the blade.

Wrap the long sword with a piece of blue cloth, Chen Mou changed back into the guest robe, greeted Yinger who was busy in the kitchen, hugged the long parcel obliquely, and went out to Shandingfang City, the sun was setting, and the street was the busiest time .

Walk leisurely and listen to all directions.

He stopped suddenly and listened to the excited conversation of several monks across the street.

After a while, Chen Mou cocked his mouth and shook his head, and continued walking west.

Meng Tianye, who was poisoned by the shadowless water, passed away half a month ago. From what those people said, it was Meng Tianxiu who was eager to save his brother, and mistrusted quack doctors' prescriptions, which caused Meng Tianye's residual poison to erupt and become violently angry. He kept having sex with his maid, and both died .

These news were revealed by monk Wuzuo in Fangshi, and became the source of laughter for many monks.

Xiu'er's life is miserable.

The fixed booth in Dongfang was snatched away, and there was no way to make a living. In order to save rent, Meng Tianxiu had already moved to a remote small yard five miles away from the foot of the mountain.

In the square market, there are mostly people who are hurting people when they are in trouble, and very few give charcoal in a timely manner.

I heard that someone came to the door, in the name of providing help, but in fact, they were greedy for the poor woman's body, and were scolded to go out.

There are quite a few hateful bastards in the market who are not happy with themselves and want to see others live harder, there are also many monks offended by Meng Tianye, and some are even friends of Meng Tianye's former friends, all waiting to see if that woman can survive. when.

They went to have a sip of soup while waiting for the woman to open the door to pick up the guests.

Forcing good families to become prostitutes to satisfy their perverted desires.

"Shameless, despicable, obscene, ah!"

Chen Mou expressed his condemnation from the bottom of his heart. He was not related to the other party, and he could only express sympathy. He couldn't do much, let alone set himself on fire.

Everyone in Fangshi has their own way of survival. If they can't bear the suffering, they can quietly live in seclusion in the secular world for the rest of their lives.

Walk into the Forging Pavilion, and say hello to shopkeeper Hong behind the counter.

Shopkeeper Hong smiled and gestured to open the package at the counter. There will be no customers in the store, so there is no need to bother to go to the side room. Then send it to the forging room in the backyard, stamp the "Forging Bing Pavilion" mark on the spine of the sword, and match the sword with a suitable scabbard.

"The other two swords, haven't you finished building them yet?"

"Building one piece a month is enough, and you can't afford too much."

"Haha, you kid is still particular about it."

Shopkeeper Hong admired the younger generation who knew how to advance and retreat, and knew the rules. He deliberately set up a small trap to test the character of the opponent. He took out a money bag from his sleeve and handed it to Chen Mou. in arrears."

"Thank you old!"

Chen Mou was not polite and accepted the money bag.

The last time he drank tea, shopkeeper Hong told him that the unit price of low-level magical artifacts sold in the shop had been raised to two hundred spirit stones.

He made a lot of money, and he couldn't be greedy, so he built all three embryos in one go to make a profit.

If you don't treat yourself as an outsider, others will not treat you as a human being.

That kind of business doesn't last long.

After chatting for a few more words, Chen Mou bowed his hands and said goodbye.

Walking on the bustling streets, watching the monks rushing to and fro for profit, he sighed in his heart that this is the atmosphere of the city, and each face has different emotions.

I made a fortune from opening today, and I can give myself and Ying'er a chicken leg as a reward.

There is no blame for wanting to get it, and no disaster is greater than dissatisfaction.

Therefore, knowing enough is always enough.

Many people understand the truth, but few can do it.

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(End of this chapter)