Golden elixir of cultivation

Chapter 8 Dawn Secrets
"The coffins in Yizhuang are all made from Wang Ji Coffin. The quality of his coffins is always good. They weigh at least five or six hundred kilograms. They should not be smashed." Even so, he felt a little uneasy in his heart. I always feel like I'm missing something.

Click!

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a breaking sound in my ears. Bai Mo's heart tightened. When he looked up, he found that the bottom of the coffin was intact.

The cracking sound became more and more obvious. He followed the sound and saw cracks appearing on the legs of the bench carrying the coffin and spreading rapidly.

Bai Mo's pupils shrank, and he quickly turned over on the ground and left the bottom of the coffin without any time to think.

The next moment, the bench suddenly split into two pieces, and the heavy coffin hit the ground heavily.

"Ha" a gloomy breath appeared above his head. Feeling the sound of wind coming from behind his head, Bai Mo became serious, rolled to the side, and stood up.

He looked up and saw that the zombie was close at hand, its claws like hooks swiping towards his face, and the strong wind whistled.

Although he has never practiced martial arts, he has liked to dance with swords and sticks since he was a child. Because he was born in Yizhuang, he was often rejected by other children. He has been fighting since he was a child. He is quite proficient in boxing and kicking skills. , an ordinary martial arts apprentice comes, and he can fight three people without any problems.

Seeing the zombie's sharp and terrifying claw, Bai Mo was not frightened, but he leaned back, like a taut bow, to avoid it.

He saw the zombie's figure rotating along with the sweep of his arms. He immediately raised his foot and kicked the zombie's waist hard, kicking it two steps away to keep the distance.

Boom!
As if he was stepping on hard wood, the shock made Bai Mo's soles numb. He shook his feet and watched the zombie come again. He did not confront it head-on. Instead, he kept wandering around in the lobby with the coffin as an obstacle. Now It's not early, just drag on and it will be daybreak.

boom!
Seeing that he couldn't catch anyone, the zombie seemed to go crazy. He twisted his body, and then waved his hands and knocked away a coffin weighing five to six hundred kilograms.

Bai Mo watched the coffin flying towards him, and his scalp suddenly became tight. He quickly fell back, put his hands on the ground, and used an iron bridge move.

Boom! !

The coffin collided with another empty coffin and immediately fell apart. The two coffin lids flew across and hit the pillars hard. The beams rustled and dust was shaken off.

Bai Mo held up his hands and exerted force on his waist at the same time to push himself up. Then he used this force to leap into the air and climb over the head of the incoming zombie.

Without waiting for it to fall, he kicked hard on the zombie's back with both feet. Under this force, the zombie's figure became unstable, staggered, and hit the collapsed coffin in front.

Whoa!

The zombie opened and closed his hands to open the coffin, breathing heavily from his mouth, and was about to attack.

"Gluck cluck!!"

Suddenly, a rooster crows in the distance. The zombie moves for a moment, turning a blind eye to Bai Mo not far away. He goes straight back to the coffin where he lives, waves his arms, lifts up the coffin lid scattered on the side, and quickly Lying in the coffin.

boom!
The coffin lid fell heavily, covering the coffin body tightly.

"Huh!" Bai Mo landed, stabilized his body, and took a deep breath. He became more and more admiring for martial arts. According to storytellers, the generals of Jingguo were all made of steel and iron, and could drag down nine oxen and caress the beams.

The sword can chop birds, open monuments and crack rocks, exhale breath into a sword, lift a cauldron without leaving a trace, it is all easy. It is invincible on the battlefield, and can come and go freely among thousands of troops.It is not an exaggeration to say that eight horses are pushed horizontally and knocked down, and nine oxen are dragged backwards.

If such a person encountered a zombie, he would probably be able to smash it into pieces with just one punch.

It is said that the imperial court once used six large cauldrons as scales to weigh strength, and divided Jingguo martial arts into six levels: strong man, heroic man, strong man, brave man, warrior and master.Corresponding to five hundred catties, one thousand catties, two thousand catties, four thousand catties, eight thousand catties and ten thousand catties respectively.

When a strong man joins the army, he can directly become a corps commander. A good man can serve as a captain. A strong man can be regarded as a general. If he is a warrior, he is a general who leads an army. It is easy to become a marquis or a knight.The warriors are even more impressive, guarding the country in all directions, and are the pillars of the country.As for the Grandmaster, it takes a hundred years to emerge, but he only gives the world a thought to show the way forward for martial arts.

"The Chronicles of Jing Taizu" records that Jing Taizu worshiped four warriors as his generals, who were invincible. They suppressed other forces in one fell swoop and created the foundation of Jingguo. Later, the four warriors were crowned kings and retired with the country. Now, 600 years have passed. The descendants of the queen are still guarding the four gates for Jingguo.

Bai Mo asked himself that he was gifted, but his strength was only about three hundred kilograms, not even the threshold of martial arts.

Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help but fall on a corner of the lobby, where an empty coffin was placed. If there was no mistake, this position was exactly the direction in which the portrait of Uncle Shou was looking when he was on the beam.

Bai Mo turned a blind eye to the mess in the lobby and walked forward quickly, circling the coffin twice, sometimes knocking on the coffin, sometimes stamping on the ground, and searching inch by inch.

Bang, bang, bang!
Boom! !

When he knocked on the head of the coffin, his eyes lit up. The sound here seemed to be slightly different, much hollower than elsewhere.

Bai Mo thought for a moment, then simply lifted the lid of the coffin and climbed inside.

"This is it!" He was pleasantly surprised. The wooden board at the head of the coffin was three inches thicker than the rest of the coffins. It was hollow and there must be an interlayer.

He hurriedly got out of the coffin, ran to the backyard, found a chisel and a short hammer, then returned to the coffin, aimed at a gap in the coffin head, and started chiseling.

when!when!
Not long after, at the altar table, Bai Mo looked at the wooden box in front of him and sighed, "Uncle Shou, you really have a secret."

He bowed to Shou Bo's portrait, and then carefully opened the wooden box.

There were not many things in the box. The top was a letter, and below it were a few old ancient books.

"Huh? Did Uncle Shou leave it to me?" Looking at the words of Bai Mo's personal signature on the letter, Bai Mo was surprised. Since it was given to him, why did Uncle Shou hide it so deeply and didn't leave a single word before his death?

Although he couldn't figure it out, he had a hunch that all this was written in the letter.
After a while, Bai Mo put down the letter and hesitated.

As he thought, Uncle Shou was not an ordinary person. He had also been hanging out in the rivers and lakes, and was known as the Five Poison Master. According to Uncle Shou, there was a legend circulating in Baiya Mountain where he was born. A long time ago, there was an immortal in Bai Ya. He stayed in Yashan and caught all the poisonous things in the mountain in one day.

Over the years, the village was just a story made up by idlers. Later, when Shoubo went into the mountains to collect medicine, he accidentally fell off a cliff. Not only did he not die, but he found two incomplete ancient books at the bottom of the cliff, which recorded a unique method. , and a few incomplete Gu refining recipes.

(End of this chapter)