After packing up her things, Mu Wan took out the peachwood sword from the storage bag and went to the yard to practice the sword.

The old locust tree in the courtyard has its owner, but it can't be used to practice swords. Scanning around the small courtyard, she didn't find a ready-made target that she could use to practice her sword.

After a little thought, she first found a thick stone the size of a palm from the courtyard, scraped some black ash from the earthen stove, dotted a small dot the size of a finger in the middle of the stone, and then untied the two straps wrapped around her calves, and then tore a few more strips of cloth to tie the stone to the trunk of the old locust tree. In this way, a simple and sturdy stone sword target is ready!

Inhale, lunge out, stab!

With the crisp sound of "dang", sparks splashed, and a small black dot in the middle of the tip of the sword left a white mark.

Under the tree, the little man practiced meticulously, sword after sword, and the sword fell accurately on the small black dot among the stones. Gradually, a small sword pit was pierced in the middle of the small black dot.

What a talent! Uncle Zhang sat upright in the room, his consciousness spread out, he saw it clearly, and he sighed in his heart: I'm afraid it will be difficult to find a few as diligent as Xiao Wan on the Kendo Peak!

Practice and practice. The night is getting darker. Tonight, the clouds cover the moon, and there are few stars in the sky. The small courtyard was pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers. However, this did not affect Mu Wan's sword practice - after she advanced, her eyesight was obviously good again. As far as she could see, she could see the pit in the stone.

People are timed, and a thousand swords are practiced.

At this time, most of the Taoist priests had already fallen asleep. There were only a few dim lights flashing in the temple, and it was even quieter than during the day.

"Squeak." Uncle Zhang opened the door, walked out, nodded to her, and quietly left in the night.

Mu Wan's clothes were so wet with sweat from the inside out that they were almost dripping. I can't sleep like this! She had to go outside in the pond and take a shower!

So, she put away her peachwood sword, stood under the old locust tree, and rubbed her fists: Sister is climbing the tree or climbing over the wall?

The trunk of the old locust tree looks about three feet thick, and Mu Wan can't hold it at all. Well, even if she could hold it, she didn't know how to climb the tree!

Walls...... There are no ladders, such a high wall, how can people climb over!

Sister is not a chivalrous man in the book, she can fly the eaves and walk the wall!

Wait a minute! Fly the cornices and walk the wall! How did Uncle Shi jump over the wall with a slight leap just now? Tapping the center of her eyebrows with the two fingers of her right hand, Mu Wan concentrated, trying to replay in her mind the situation when her uncle had just left - this was her new experience, and it was easier to focus on her consciousness with two fingers touching the center of her eyebrows.

Afraid of alarming the other Taoist priests in the view, Uncle Zhang did not use the flying magic weapon, nor did he fly away directly with the sword, but like the chivalrous warriors in the script, he jumped out of the courtyard easily.

Mu Wan has a good memory. After entering the second layer of Qi refining, she was even more unforgettable. So, she was at the base of the wall, while recalling her uncle's jumping movements, and slowly gesturing with her hands and feet.

After two times, Uncle Shi's actions were restored.

Because she didn't know what the pond outside the courtyard was like, Mu Wan planned to jump on the old locust tree and find out the bottom first.

Taking a deep breath, she spread her arms and stomped her feet, jumping towards the branch of the old locust tree closest to the ground.

The wind was whistling in my ears. Immediately afterwards, she only heard a chaotic sound of "bang-la-la-", and she jumped up more than ten feet high, directly surpassing the old locust tree!

This...... Be careful with the increase in the liver, Mu Wan almost exclaimed. Fortunately, in the next breath, she fell, "dang chang", and sat firmly on the branch of the big tree.

Mu Wan came to her senses, swallowed a mouthful of saliva vigorously, and found that she was firmly holding the trunk of the tree with both hands. In the small chest, "suddenly", the whole heart is almost bursting out.

I'm dripping mother, my sister can jump so high at once! Looking up at the high tree tops, she couldn't help but grin "hehe" and smirk: "Actually, it was like flying just now, and it felt so enjoyable!" ”

So, again!

Huh jumped off the branch, she first closed her eyes and recalled the previous actions and luck methods, summed up one or two, and then jumped up with all her might.

Whew, jump even higher than just now!

When she fell back to the ground, she learned from her previous experience, stretched out her arms, sank into the dantian, "oh", and landed lightly on her feet.

Perfect!

But can you jump higher?

Mu Wan licked her lips and looked around quickly: it was still pitch black and silent.

You can give it another try!

So, whoosh, whoosh, under the dark night, a small figure jumped again and again.

After dancing more than a dozen times, Mu Wan was so tired that he was sweating profusely. However, a hard work, a harvest. She was able to grasp the strength and jump to any of the old locust trees as she wanted.

With a swish, she stepped on the wall with an arrow, but did not stop, and with a slight touch of her right toe, the whole person climbed over the wall and landed on the other side of the wall lightly.

The whole courtyard was built on a stone foundation made of large stones. The outer edge of the wall also reveals a stone foundation half a foot wide. It happened to be used by Mu Wan as a foothold.

In the eyes of mortals, there is no moonlight, and the black crows in the pond, what lotus flowers and lotus leaves, are completely invisible, only most of the pond is tall and short, crowded with dense black shadows. For Mu Wan, it is the best!

She took off her dirty clothes and threw them on the edge of the stone base, and she slowly descended into the pond with the edge of the stone base - after more than a month of crawling and rolling, she already knew how to water.

Rubbing off the sweat and dirt on his body, he swam around the pond again, until the heat on his body was gone, Mu Wan "exhaled" out of the water, shook his hair vigorously, grabbed the dirty clothes on the edge of the stone base, jumped out of the water with a whizz, turned back to the small courtyard, and flew back to the house. The whole process is smooth and takes less than a breath.

Uncle Shi is not here, and he can finally use the space. Dig out the bath towel from the space, wipe off the water stains on her body, and Mu Wan put on new clothes inside and out.

Well, it fits well, but she hasn't worn coarse cloth since she was a child. It doesn't matter if the robe on the outside is good, but the middle robe inside is very ugly.

There are several brand-new fine silk shirts in the space, which Tian's mother has just made. Mu Wan turned them out and compared them one by one on his body. Tian's mother obviously didn't expect her to grow more than two inches taller overnight, so although these clothes were longer, they were still shorter.

Fortunately, Mu Wan was competitive in her previous life, and the female red had also practiced hard. When she came out this time, she was ready not to return home, and even Tian's mother's needlework basket was brought out by her in the space. With the bowl lamp on the bamboo cabinet, she took apart the trouser legs, cuffs, etc., and made them as long as possible.

It's all small work. Mu Wan sewed up a new body in three or two clicks. As soon as I tried it on, well, it was just right. So, she quickly changed the other items one by one and put them in the storage bag. The coarse cloth jacket that had been changed was folded again and put back in the bamboo cabinet next to the bed.

Dirty laundry is thrown on the ground, and washed again tomorrow morning when water is brought by Guanli - alone in a completely unfamiliar place, she should be careful everywhere, and do what she should do. The experience of trading her life in her previous life taught her that details can often make the difference between success and failure!

After tidying up, Mu Wan looked out the window. It was still pitch black and silent outside. She took a deep breath, calmed down, sat cross-legged on the bamboo bed, and began to practice.

Perhaps because of the city, the aura in the view is much rarer than in the deep mountains and old forests, and it is difficult to find even a point of aura light. Mu Wan failed to breathe several times, so he simply gave up. Fortunately, there are still more than a dozen spirit pills on his body, otherwise, he will not be able to refine qi. After she swallowed a pill of the elixir, she began to urge her luck.

Without the rich aura environment of last night, she soon found that something was wrong: it was not the same as described in the "Aura Formula", as soon as the luck trick was activated, the aura in her body was like a small tornado, spinning rapidly in the meridians and dantian.

Mu Wan Shen: It is said that dragons give birth to nine sons, and they are different. In terms of cultivation, it should be the same way, right? "Aura Recipe" is the Qi refining experience of Qingyu's uncle, and the description is naturally the operation of the aura in the body of the uncle. The operation of the aura in my body is different from that of my uncle, and it should be reasonable.

Thinking about it this way, my heart is a little settled. She walked cautiously for a little Sunday, and she didn't feel any discomfort from beginning to end. So, all the doubts in my heart were gone. After another week, it was very bright

At this time, there was a knock on the courtyard door.

"Zhang Daoyou." Listening to the voice is the young Taoist priest of yesterday.

Mu Wan jumped out of bed and trotted out to open the door.

The young Taoist priest stood at the door carrying a small bamboo basket. The basket was covered with a coarse white cloth, and it was impossible to see what it contained. Behind him were a teenage Taoist boy and a shirtless middle-aged strong man. The Taoist boy carried a load full of water, while the strong man carried firewood.

"Senior, early." Mu Wan saluted, and let the group into the hospital.

The young Taoist priest swept the courtyard in his eyes, and saw that there were many branches and leaves under the old locust tree, so he couldn't help frowning slightly, and bowed his head to her and said, "Your uncle is in retreat, and you can't be lazy." The yard needs to be cleaned, you know? ”

"Yes." Mu Wan stood with her hands down and nodded in response.

Seeing this, the young Taoist priest didn't want to say anything more, so he turned around and beckoned to the Taoist boy and the strong man: "Pick them all in." ”

Then he lifted the coarse cloth that covered the basket, revealing half a basket of peaches. The peaches are as big as an adult man's fists, white and red, and very tempting. For more than a month, Mu Wan has been eating Bigu Dan to wrap his stomach. That Bigu Dan smells of fragrant rice, but it tastes tasteless in the mouth, so although Mu Wan never feels hungry, he can fade out of his mouth. A few red and bright peaches jumped into Leng Buding's eyes, and she only felt that her tongue was suddenly full of relish.

The young Taoist priest smiled and handed her the basket: "The well water just brought is cold, you might as well wash the peaches, soak them in the water tank, and ice them, this will be more delicious." ”

Mu Wan embarrassedly pulled her eyes out of the peach, took the basket, and thanked her repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you, senior." ”

Seeing off the group, she couldn't wait to pick out the biggest one from the basket, wash it, and bite it down.

Immediately, the sweet peach juice gushed out.

"Ah, it's delicious!" Eating three big peaches in one go, Mu Wan touched her bulging belly, and a pair of almond eyes narrowed into a thin slit comfortably.

But trouble followed—well, the stomach roared like thunder. Someone has been in the valley for more than a month, and he has just been filled with aura, and the filth in his intestines has long been emptied. The cold Hao eats a meal, and the stomach is greatly stimulated...... So, the gluttonous ghost had a gorgeous diarrhea.

There was no bucket in the house. It seems that the Taoist priests used thatched houses. Fortunately, when I came in yesterday, Mu Wan saw one on the side of the road. It's not far, just a hundred steps away.

After running back and forth three times, my stomach finally rested.

It's just that in this way, in the face of the food on the stove, someone can no longer control the desire to speak. Bigu Dan is completely inedible!

That's fine. Cultivation is all about being natural and going with the flow. If you can't help it, you don't have to endure it anymore. Mu Wan simply lit the fire and prepared to boil a large pot of fragrant dried vegetable and rice porridge by herself - as the "first talented woman in the capital", she was naturally "able to enter the kitchen and go to the hall" in her previous life. Of course, her so-called good cooking skills refer to the fact that she sits in the clean floor of the kitchen with a tea bowl in her hand, and gives orders with her mouth, as for the fire, cutting vegetables, and stir-frying...... The final plating, she doesn't need to move a finger by herself in the whole process, and her own chefs compete to do it.

Therefore, a certain person who was full of theoretical knowledge was busy for a while, and finally had to "make an idea" and use the cooking oil to light the stove.

After all her efforts, she finally boiled out half a pot of dried rice porridge that smelled fragrant and looked black.

Poor, the two worlds combined, brocade clothes and jade food, I don't know how many delicacies and delicacies she has eaten, but now, she can't stop wanting a pot of the simplest dried vegetables and rice porridge. Therefore, the sage is right when he says that the people live on food. To hell with it!

Next, Mu Wan nested in the small courtyard every day, refining qi, practicing swords, burning fires and cooking, and her life was simple and fulfilling.

Among them, the most improved is her cooking skills – her hands-on skills are now good enough to match the theoretical level. On the fourth night, she secretly caught a fish from the pond, cleaned it up with a peachwood sword, and made a pot of fresh fish soup in the middle of the night, which was really delicious to the point of crying! The taste is different between making it yourself and making it with the help of the cook's hand.

Because she didn't have to practice, she increased her daily sword from 1,000 to 5,000 swords per day. So, on the fifth day, there was a qualitative leap in swordsmanship: she practiced sword qi! From a distance of three steps, she could pierce an inch thick stone with her sword qi!

At the same time, the aura in the body is also more refined than before.

The only fly in the ointment is that because she no longer has a valley, she has to go to the thatched house every morning.

In the early morning of the seventh day of Uncle Zhang's departure, Mu Wan, as usual, went to the thatched house and was about to go back. At this time, it was not yet dawn. On the usually empty alleyway, a fat Taoist priest covered his stomach and ran over: "Quick, quick, borrowed!" ”

Daredevil! Mu Wan glanced at the visitor, and couldn't help muttering in her heart, secretly saying "It's dangerous."

However, it was this glance that made her heart alarm bells blaze - the leather bag tied around the waist of the fat Taoist priest was obviously a storage bag, and it was exactly the same as the one that Uncle Zhang gave her!

What does this mean!

First of all, this is a monk!

Secondly, it was very likely that he was in the same league as the loose cultivator that Uncle Zhang had killed!