Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 47 Getting Stronger Every Day
It snowed heavily all night, and the sky brightened before it stopped.

Mr. Chen, who was physically and mentally relaxed, stood up and put on his clothes. His legs didn't hurt, his waist didn't hurt, and he felt refreshed. He patted the arched part of the servant girl who was about to get up.

Why did you get up so early in the cold, who begged for mercy last night?

Rest for an extra half an hour to nourish your body.

The daily housework can't be done anyway, isn't it like he used to do?
Ying'er exposed half of her head outside the quilt like a cat, her eyes were shy, and she reminded in a low voice: "My lord, don't forget what I told you last night."

Mr. Chen raised his hand again, but Ying'er disappeared under the quilt.

"There are no rules, the family law punishes you!"

Through the quilt, he gave another slap from the tilted position, Mr. Chen opened the door and walked to the main room, and closed the door behind him.

Opening the door of the main room, the cold wind hits the face.

The courtyard was completely white.

"Crackling", "creaking", Chen Mou stepped on the snow, leaving two clear footprints to turn to the west wing room. He likes the friction sound of his feet stepping on the thick snow. He has wonderful memories from his childhood, and he still retains them A rare childlike innocence.

In the quiet room, I played a set of boxing techniques, exercising my body and blood, and practicing for half an hour.

I got up a bit late today, and the sun had already risen in the east by the time I had recited the scriptures nine times in the morning class.

Ying'er, who woke up only a little later than him, had already prepared breakfast and was clearing the snow on the green brick road in the yard with a shovel.

There are still curls of smoke coming out of the chimney, gradually fading in the light blue morning wind.

"My lord, I'll bring you hot water to wash up."

Ying'er put down the shovel and dustpan, and ran up and down to serve, waited for the son to enter the main room and sat down, hot steamed pancakes and Lingmi porridge were delivered to him, a few side dishes with meat and vegetables, looked appetizing.

"Sit down and eat together, and serve yourself a bowl of Lingmi porridge."

Mr. Chen ordered in a domineering tone of order.

Maid, you have to clean up when you need to clean up, regardless of whether it is on the bed or under the bed, you must not let it go.

Last night, Ying'er brought up the old story again, and asked the young master to go to the Yalou to buy a maid to share the burden for her. Whether it is the kitchen hall or the bed, she used the reason that her stomach was not up to date, and there was no movement after so long, I am ashamed Pity for the son-in-law.

With such a pitiful appearance, Mr. Chen almost swallowed her alive.

After breakfast, Chen Mou walked into the quiet room of the West Wing again after reading a book for a while. He had told Ying'er not to go out, and used his Yuan force to stimulate the ancient jade to come to another world in the scorching summer.

If it weren't for his hard work and diligence, he would not have passed the hell yesterday.

First record the details of yesterday's battle in the booklet, including his response, and summarize the rare life and death experience.

He took the booklet and looked back over and over again, and came to a conclusion:
Don't panic, just deal with it calmly.

Write down the eight-character experience, mark the key points with a brush, elaborate some ideas and assumptions later, and record some flashing ideas for future reference.

After finishing these, I started to practice for a day, starting with Lihuo Eight Turns, followed by swordsmanship and spells.

Strive for perfection and make a little progress every day.

He is not greedy, and strives to make himself a little bit stronger every day.

In this world where unexpected events can happen at any time, no matter how powerful the sect behind them is, sometimes the distant water cannot save the near fire, so it is better to use your own strength.

In the afternoon, Chen Mou came to Shandingfang City through the snow, and listened to the monks talking about last night. Unwelcome forces such as gangsters, casual cultivators who were tricked and kidnapped, local snakes in the street stall area, etc., arrested 50 or [-] people in one fell swoop.

Now he is locked in the Law Enforcement Building, where he is being tortured and interrogated.

It is said that a certain Jindan senior in Fangshi was furious and wanted to clean up the scum in Fangshi and kill the evil spirits.

From last night to today's daytime, many thieves and open-minded guys ran away in Fangshi.

There was a smile on the corner of Chen Mou's mouth, and he raised his hands and feet in favor of the foreign version of strict (fang) beating, which is very appropriate.

It is necessary to return Fang City to a clear and peaceful safe environment, and all those who do not abide by the rules will be thrown into mining.

He also knew that after a while, the market would return to normal.

With the windows open, bees can come in, flies can come in, it's unavoidable.

Walking into the Forging Pavilion, he keenly felt that there were only two guys left in the shop, and they were much warmer to him. After meeting shopkeeper Hong, the two walked into the side room where they talked about business. There were customers in the shop, so it was inconvenient to talk about sensitive topics.

"It's because a guy in the shop colluded with outsiders and wanted to get the spirit stones, magic tools and materials on your body. The old man is not strict, and I'm causing you trouble."

"Don't dare to be, you are always a junior Zhesha."

Chen Mou supported the old man who was apologizing verbally and pretending to make amends. How could he accept the gift, and said with a smile: "The attack last night was really dangerous. I wonder if the escaped man can be caught later? Do they have any accomplices?"

This is what matters most to him.

You can't die if you beat a thief, but you have to beware of retaliation.

"That group of thieves has a total of four people, and the remaining three have been captured."

Shopkeeper Hong almost made a shot from the air last night. Gu Zeng put people under his nose. If Brother Mou was in danger because of him, it would be impossible to justify it. Now that he found out, it is impossible for Brother Mou There is a fear of life.

Witnessing Brother Mou turning danger into safety with his own eyes, he secretly praised in his heart while watching the play: Some abilities are innate.

For example, the out-of-the-box "insidious response".

In the world of comprehension, insidiousness is not completely derogatory, but a rare talent.

"The thief you killed yesterday, nicknamed 'Wei Niang', used to disguise himself as a woman, with a human skin mask on his face. He had two magic weapons, medicine pills, hidden weapons and other fragments of loot on his body. Here it is, a total of three hundred spirit stones, you accept it."

Shopkeeper Hong took out a purse and pushed it in front of Chen Mou who was on the opposite side.

The errands of visiting monks are extremely risky, and there are so many casual cultivators rushing to do it. In addition to salary, because the spoils of killing evil cultivators can be profitable, this is called wealth and wealth.

Chen Mou smiled and said a few words of thanks. If it wasn't for shopkeeper Hong helping him fight for it, his gains would definitely be in vain.

Nor did he think about the spoils.

After accepting an extra windfall, it was barely enough to compensate him for the mental damage he suffered from being frightened. Only then did he know that what he killed yesterday was a "fake mother", no wonder it was so flat.

After talking for a while, Chen Mou took his leave as it was inconvenient to delay shopkeeper Hong's time too much.

He considered whether to go to Lun Daotang to hand in another [-] spirit stones, and continue to study basic spells and Jiugong swordsmanship. He groped for a long time and asked questions about spells, swordsmanship and body skills, etc. The harvest must be different.

Master Luo likes to go to Qianxiu Tower to discuss swords, so he can definitely choose what he likes.

The young master has no shortage of spirit stones now, he is just so willful.

Thinking this way, he walked to the door of Yalou, Chen Mou hesitated for a while, and went in anyway, that's all, to meet Ying'er's small request several times, buy a maid to go back to help her share some of the burden, usually there are people with She talks.

He is a kind-hearted son, and he can't see the maidservant suffering.

Half an hour later, Chen Mou carefully selected and brought out an exquisite, shy and timid maidservant, called "Han'er". .

Just to make ends meet, he didn't bother to change the name of the new maidservant.

Also good.

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(End of this chapter)