The potion in the bath bucket was brown, soaking Yunmo's entire body, leaving only a head outside, a trace of medicinal fragrance inhaled into his nose, he slowly closed his eyes as if he was enjoying it, and the whole person lay on the wooden barrel, motionless.

Gradually, his rapid breathing slowly became stable, and in the end, a gentle snoring sound came from his nose, and after this painful torture, Yunmo finally couldn't help but be tired, and fell asleep lying on the wooden barrel.

Hearing the sound of Yunmo sleeping, Zhihua and Ziyi next to him also obediently closed their mouths, and then quietly went out.

Yunmo is so tired, he doesn't have a golden finger, so he can only rely on himself.

There is no way, he has read hundreds of time-traveling novels in his previous life, and he especially likes the history of China. Because of this, he deeply understands that in such a world, without strength, everything is empty talk.

He has also read a lot of historical novels, and the pig's feet in them are very awesome, and he also wants to be awesome, but he can't be awesome, he is afraid, and he will die if he is not careful.

In his previous life, when he read books, he read very well, and he also liked the kind of pig's feet that killed decisively, roamed the rivers and lakes, was happy to take revenge, and then pretended to be compared everywhere, and he couldn't die all the time.

But he really became timid and scared, and he has been in this world for two months, not to mention wandering the rivers and lakes, and he has never even gone out of Baolong Villa.

He was afraid, he was afraid of death. He was afraid that he would die unexpectedly as soon as he went out.

How can a waste body that can fall to death even fall from the third floor to make him play happily?

Therefore, he could only resist the temptation and temper his body first, not to mention how awesome, at least not to the extent that he fell from the stairs and fell to his death.

Also, in the future direction of history, he and his father Yun Feiyang will definitely not end well, so if he wants to change this history, he also needs a certain amount of strength!

He wants to be a gentleman, bullying men and women, looking for flowers and willows, realizing the dream of three wives and four concubines, hugging left and right, without a certain strength foundation, that is looking for death!

As the saying goes, a hard-working person does not live up to the sky, and he tastes the gall with a salary, and three thousand Yuejia can swallow Wu.

As long as the strength is reached, not to mention three wives and four concubines, even three thousand harem beauties can be!

......

During Yunmo's sleep, the brown potion in the barrel made a slight sizzling sound, emitting a rich white gas, strangely, these white gases did not evaporate, but slowly burrowed into the body along the slightly opened pores of Yunmo, washing the dense scars, and at the same time, it also continued to replenish vitality and strengthen the flesh that had reached its limit......

The slumber continues, and the strengthening of muscle tissue is also going on unconsciously.

The white qi that entered Yunmo's body seemed to be a very strong medicinal aura, and after entering the body, it fused with the aura transformed into Yunmo's internal refining before, and a wonderful change occurred, which seemed to speed up the transformation of Yunmo's muscles and make his muscles stronger.

While strengthening and repairing Yunmo's body, the brownish-yellow medicinal liquid in the wooden barrel also slowly faded, obviously, the medicinal power in the potion was being absorbed by Yunmo and eventually squandered.

......

In the morning, Yunmo didn't wake up, and the purple-clothed women came in to take a look, and found that Yunmo was just asleep, and the potion had only faded a lot, but it hadn't completely cleared, and they guessed that Yunmo should not have finished absorbing it, so they didn't bother him, but went out quietly.

The sun set, and Yunmo finally woke up from the barrel leisurely.

Stretching his waist, the bones in his whole body crackled, shook his head vigorously, and then twisted his body again, splashing one after another.

He then found that his injuries were all healed, without any scars, and his skin had turned much whiter. I walked out of the barrel, wiped my body with a towel, got dressed, punched the air twice, and felt that my whole body was full of strength, this feeling was very cool!

Yunmo looked back and found that the water in the wooden barrel was half less, and it had become very clear, and the medicine residue at the bottom of the barrel had completely turned into useless slag.

It seems that this medicinal power has been completely absorbed, Yunmo shook his head helplessly, suddenly remembered something, closed his eyes with some joy, and carefully sensed the condition of his body.

After a while, Yunmo opened his eyes and said happily, "I have finally completed a small Zhou Tian of the Immortal and Immortal Dafa!" ”

The mantra said that after completing a small Zhou Tian and a big Zhou Tian, there will be changes in the body, Yun Mo raised his hand and looked at it, except that his strength became stronger.

He tried to run the Immortal and Immortal Dafa for a while, and suddenly bursts of heat erupted in his lower abdomen, and after surging in his body, all of them condensed on his skin, making his skin hot, as if a soldering iron had just come out of the furnace.

Damn, how can it be the same as pure yang gong, or even more powerful.

Gradually, all the heat flow of the body poured onto the index finger of Yunmo's right hand, and the rest of the body returned to its original state.

At this time, the index finger was red, and Yunmo felt like it was about to explode. After about a minute, the redness and burning heat slowly subsided.

"It's done!" Although Yunmo's mouth was dry and hot, he was pleasantly surprised, he looked at his index finger and found that it was a little different from the other fingers, well, darker.

Yunmo's left index finger poked his right index finger, and the feeling of toughness like cowhide made his eyes glow.

Then he tapped the table with his right index finger, making a dangdang sound, and then knocked on the teacup again, and broke the cup without controlling the force.

But those fragments did not cut Yunmo's fingers, Yunmo picked up the fragments of the cup and scraped them his index finger, well, it felt like scraping on a stone.

"Haha! Is this what the mantra calls immortal skin, as hard as steel? ”

Yunmo smiled happily, this is only a small week, and it is not a beginner, you know, such a small week, it is a big week to complete ninety-nine eighty-one times, and then it can be regarded as a real entry after consolidation!

Yunmo guessed that a small week can make one finger harder, so at least two arms can become like this after getting started, and the degree of hardening will be strengthened.

Won't you be Astro Boy by then?

Ahem, you can't get carried away, you can't be proud. Yunmo pressed the strength of smugness in his heart and consolidated his exercises again.

After practicing according to the mantra for a while, Yunmo slowly found a pattern, standing in the courtyard and breathing, his right index finger became harder and harder, like an iron rod.

After about ten minutes, the hardness of his index finger slowly solidified, but his body was visibly thin.