Fan Qingqing walked out of the kitchen holding freshly baked potatoes.

She baked a big one for herself and a small one for her senior brother.

Anyway, the senior brother doesn't like to eat these snacks, if Shen Qiu doesn't eat them, then both of them will belong to her.

Haha, plan through!

The girl stepped out of the kitchen with a smile on her face.

As a result, he saw Shen Qiu sleeping sweetly in the sun at a glance, which made Qingqing immediately angry.

This senior brother, it's really a waste!

Obviously said that he wanted to learn internal skills, but he thought that he had finally opened his mind, changed his temperament, and was not as lazy as before, maybe it was the things he had experienced in the past few days that made his senior brother have the idea of working hard.

In the blink of an eye, he went to sleep again.

Qingqing grabbed the bamboo branch and walked towards Shen Qiu angrily, intending to push him awake, but when he took a few steps closer to Shen Qiu, Qingqing's eyes widened in confusion.

Shen Qiu is still the same Shen Qiu.

Dressed in coarse cloth clothes, his face is not handsome, his hair is messy, and he is a little emaciated, and he belongs to the kind of people who cannot be found in the crowd.

But Shen Qiu seems to have changed a little.

The sun shone on him, making the senior brother seem to be plated with gold, and his shoulders, which were originally a little lower, also stretched out, and the breath of the whole person seemed to become sharper.

What's going on?

Qingqing's eyes widened, and she quietly took a step forward, but Shen Qiu's ears moved, and she immediately opened her eyes.

He turned his head and startled Qingqing, and the baked potatoes in his hand fell to the ground.

"What do you want to do? Girl. ”

Shen Qiu glanced at the bamboo pole in Qingqing's hand, then reached out to pick up the potatoes from the ground and handed them to Qingqing, who looked at the face of the senior brother, and said:

"You, have you found your senses?"

"Hmm."

A smile appeared on Shen Qiu's face, he rubbed his shoulders and said to the little junior sister:

"I found it, and I broke through the acupuncture points and completed the cycle."

"Loop? It's not called a cycle, it's called a small week. ”

Qingqing corrected her senior brother's very unprofessional statement, she said:

"True Qi runs around the second vein of Ren Du from the lower dantian, called Xiao Zhoutian."

"Rushing away from the acupuncture points of the whole body, Ren Zhenqi runs around all the acupuncture points in the body, called Da Zhou Tian, at that time, in the martial arts, only a few people can complete the operation of Da Zhou Tian."

"Also, you said you finished a little week?"

Qingqing said as she spoke, grasping the key point of the question, and she looked at the smiling senior brother in front of her suspiciously.

She felt that her senior brother was bragging.

It takes time for beginners to learn internal strength, find the sense of qi, and break away from the acupuncture points.

Geniuses can often complete a process within the pillar incense, and mediocre talents need to spend a month and ten months to accumulate enough true qi to break through the acupuncture points.

I just went to bake a potato, and it took half an hour at most, and the senior brother couldn't even find the sense of qi, and he completed Xiao Zhoutian in one leap?

No way!

However, in the cultivation of internal strength, unless he is a master, it is difficult to perceive the flow of other people's breath, and Qingqing can't feel the true qi in his senior brother's body.

The little girl's eyes turned, she didn't poke the cowhide that her senior brother bragged, but handed the small potato in her hand to Shen Qiu.

She said:

"When is lunch cooked? I am hungry. ”

"You're hungry again after eating potatoes?"

Shen Qiu looked at Fan Qingqing in surprise, and he said:

"Although you eat a lot when you grow your body, you also... Be careful to eat into a little fat man. ”

"You care about me!"

Girls are the most unpleasant to hear the word fat, Qingqing snorted, and she said to Shen Qiu fiercely:

"Let's cook! I'm so hungry, brother. ”

This girl.

The first half of the sentence is still scolding, and the second half of the sentence becomes coquettish, there is no teacher at a young age, and when you grow up, you still have it?

Shen Qiu couldn't resist her, so he went to make a meal.

After eating, he sent Qingqing to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and he returned to the room, holding the wood chopping axe in one hand and the sword jade in the other, and just lay on the bed and fell into a dream.

"Cha Bao, your Grandpa Shen Qiu has come to 'pamper' you again!"

As a beginner in learning internal skills, Shen Qiu was a little eager to try.

He grabbed the axe and rushed towards Chabao, and the background of the shadows in the dream quickly turned into the bloody cave.

The big black man Cha Bao laughed fiercely, and raised his fingers, the wind and thunder moved, and the two fought together.

1 minute later, Shen Qiu was pointed out by Cha Bao in the heart, and his heart imploded.

Shen Qiu fell to the ground softly, and the next second he was resurrected in the cave, weighing the axe in his hand up and down, looking at the treasure in front of him.

The Jianghu Mind Method is not a superior Mind Method.

You can't turn decay into magic.

Shen Qiu couldn't become a top master all of a sudden, but in the grappling just now, Shen Qiu had already experienced something different.

In the past, when you picked up an axe and fought Cha Bao, you would be out of breath for about 30 seconds.

But now with the support of the true qi running in the body, there is a steady stream of new power replenished in the consumption of qi.

This didn't improve his ability to fight head-on, but it allowed him to sustain a longer fight.

Before his true qi was exhausted, he successfully extended the time he spent fighting Cha Po to more than 1 minute.

"Next, let's try to burst."

Shen Qiu stared at Cha Bao, he urged the true qi accumulated in the lower dantian and pushed it into the limbs and bones, the burning sensation like gasoline igniting a spark immediately made Shen Qiu feel pain.

This kind of trick like a self-detonation of true qi is a taboo for people in the rivers and lakes.

No one out there would do that, because that's suicide!

But along with that pain came the force that was pushed to the extreme in an instant.

The upper limit of the power generated by the original body was broken, and Shen Qiu felt that he could now kill a cow with one punch!

"Bang"

Cha Bao's fingers collided with Shen Qiu's chopping axe, and the wisp of talisman qi was broken like paper, and in the blood splashed, Cha Bao's entire left hand was forcibly chopped off.

He retreated in pain, and Shen Qiu's eyes narrowed.

Rip!

Golden opportunity!

The black wind is rolling!

The sharp axe in his hand slashed forward, and the decisive blow in the eighteenth style of the black wind axe was used, and the assaulting Shen Qiu was like a fierce tiger in the mountains, like the posture of Lu Unruly when he held a double axe against the enemy.

The blade of the axe slashed through Chabao's shoulder, and slashed three more times in the midst of the flurry.

Cha Po tried his best to dodge, avoiding his neck and head, but his left arm was cut off in half.

Victory seemed to be at hand.

But Shen Qiu's face was full of regret.

True Qi exploded, the volume was too small, after all, it was only for a moment.

After cutting out the axe, he immediately entered the detachment, he threw the axe as a flying axe, but Cha Bao dodged sideways, so he could only watch as the black man Cha Bao's other hand and two fingers.

In the wind and thunder, his fingers were like swords, and he slammed them on his heart.

"Bang"

True qi runs through the body, and the heart implodes.

Shen Qiu reunited his body in the cave, he didn't continue to attack, but rubbed his chin, reminiscing about the scene just now.

Compared with the scattered memories of the cheap master's posture when he fought, the axe he just cut out already has an inner flavor.

But the True Qi burst lasted too short.

If he could have been a few seconds longer, he could have been seriously injured and even had to go through Chabao.

"This kind of suicide attack can only be used in this dream."

Shen Qiu stroked his heart regretfully, and he said:

"Qingqing repeatedly said that this kind of true qi explosion can only be tried when you know that you are going to die, it will cause huge pressure on the body meridians, and if you are unlucky, you will even become a waste person directly."

"Burst out all your true qi in reality, you can't overturn your opponent, and when the time comes, you will be the one who dies, and it's completely a trick to fight for your life."

Shen Qiu dropped the axe, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to run the internal power, accumulating true qi, the more true qi was used, the more power it would stimulate when it was used to "self-detonate", and the longer it would take.

He glanced at Cha Bao, the big black man, and the guy was staring at him deadly, as if he was still smiling.

"Just laugh."

Shen Qiu gestured his middle finger at Cha Bao, and he said:

"When your Grandpa Shen Qiu succeeds in his internal work, you won't be able to laugh."

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"Ah, there are ghosts!"

The noisy screams suddenly sounded in the night, echoing in the Taihang Mountains, like the long roar of a night owl, which was extremely harsh.

This is the periphery of the foothills of Taihang Mountain, a team of black-clothed spies from the Northern Dynasty is camping here, they march the method, and when they set up camp, they have their own tanma on duty on the periphery of the camp.

But in the dead of night, the sentries were all killed silently.

When the mountain ghost with a ghost face, carrying a sharp sword, fell into the camp, a group of Northern Dynasty characters were still in a dream.

A bonfire burned in the middle of the camp.

The panicked man did not have time to take his weapon, and he was killed in the ghostly black sword piercing, and the red blood, like a scoop of water, was spread on the white cloth tent, and in the firelight, it looked more and more terrifying.

Gongsun Yu, who has a ghost face, is unusually calm.

Armed with his sword, he stabbed back and forth through the chaotic camp, sometimes leaping into dark corners to hide his form, sometimes rushing out of the invisible position of those who were panicked, swinging his sword and taking away lives.

The thieves of the Northern Dynasty could only hear the heavy object fall to the ground, and when they looked back, they only saw a corpse with a frightened face left.

Gongsun Yu also set fire to the edge of the camp, and the horses, frightened, galloped around, making the already chaotic camp even more chaotic.

It's like muddying water, so that the fish in it have nowhere to hide.

"He's only one man! Steady! ”

A man in black in leather armor and a mask shouted, grabbed the sharp axe in his hand, and slashed a subordinate who was running around like a headless fly to the ground.

This scene made the rest of the people shudder, but they also quickly calmed down.

"Formation!"

The tall man looked at the camp lit by firelight, and said to the others:

"Everyone faces around, one looks at one side, brings a bow and crossbow, and shoots it at Lao Tzu if there is a sound! No matter how powerful the mountain ghost is, it won't be able to kill me in an instant! ”

A backbone emerged from the panic, which made the rest of the people act according to the orders of the axe-wielding man.

But before they could form a formation, a black feather arrow shot out of the darkness, hitting the back of a small man's heart, and the guy didn't even snort, and lay on his back on the ground.

Everyone was shocked, and in the darkness on the side, a sneer appeared under the face of Gongsun Fool.

He's good at using a sword, and he's really good.

But that doesn't mean he can only use a sword.

"Whoosh"

The mountain ghost lifted his body and silently jumped onto the branch behind the camp, and he opened his bow and pulled it like a bright moon.

As his fingers relaxed, a black feather arrow whistled towards the five Northern Dynasty thieves who had regrouped.

"Bang"

The arrows shot from above were blocked by the axe-wielding man with a single axe in his hand, and with a roar, four or five arrows were fired at the hiding place of the mountain ghosts.

But with Gongsun Yu's ghost-like speed, how could he still stay there and let them shoot?

In the next moment, another black feather arrow shot out, piercing into the eye socket of the guard beside the axe-wielding man, which was regarded as a headshot, causing the red and white thing to scatter on the surrounding people.

This kind of hunting made the already frightened people even more afraid, and the two men dropped their bows and crossbows, grabbed their swords, and howled and rushed to the place where the arrow had fired.

Their eyes were red, and they were yelling, apparently out of utter fear.

The big man with the axe couldn't shout, so he could only watch the two cannon fodder rush into the darkness, like small stones falling like deep pools, without even a splash.

The big man with the axe is the junior colonel of the black-clothed guard of the Northern Dynasty, and he is the henchman of the Dutong Lord who is responsible for finding the Taihang immortals.

is also a man who has been on the battlefield and has been killed, and he can be regarded as a warrior of a hundred battles, but tonight's situation still made him feel a fear that he hadn't felt for a long time.

He tightened his grip on the handle of his axe and looked left and right around the camp, where there seemed to be prying eyes everywhere in the shadows of the firelight.

This is too much of a mountain ghost... How terrifying?

"Huh"

Just when the axe-wielding man was highly nervous, Gongsun Yu fell lightly from the heads of the remaining three.

Like a waterfall, he fell backwards, and the black sword in his hand stabbed into the ground, piercing the tall head of the axe-wielding man.

And when the blade is withdrawn, it brings out a little red and white.

"Die!"

The axe-wielder burst into a roar, swung his two hand axes, and pounced on the retreating mountain ghost like a mad tiger, the blood brought by the battlefield killing made him look irresistible.

The mountain ghost lowered his body backwards, allowing the axe to graze his waist, and then took a step outward in a near-impossible position, dodging the second axe.

He continued to retreat, and the axe-wielder continued to pursue.

"Smack"

With a soft sound, the axe-wielder stepped on something, the trap used by the hunters of the mountains to hunt the beasts, and in this tense moment, he lost his proportion.

The trap closes, causing blood to burst out of the axe-wielder's left leg.

He endured the pain and tried to fight back, but the mountain ghost's sword flew up like a feather, like an autumn breeze, but the shadow of the sword flashed, and there was a trace of blood on the neck of the axe-wielder.

"Smack, smack"

Two hand axes smashed on the ground, and the tall man knelt on the ground with his neck covered, his eyes widening as he stared at the mountain ghost in front of him.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and in the sound of the machine spring, a small black arrow shot out from his wrist, heading straight for the mountain ghost's eyes.

At this distance, you can't dodge!

Fight like Kilkenny cats!

The man's frozen eyes seemed to see the fate of the mountain ghost being pierced through the eyes by the hidden weapon, but Gongsun Yu just raised his head and let the hidden weapon smash on his mask.

"Bell"

The two collided, and there was a sound of gold and jade, and the hidden weapon was bounced open, and there was not even a nick left on the mountain ghost mask.

It looks like a mask made of wood... It's as strong as steel!

Gongsun Yu wore this mask, not only to pretend to be a ghost and intimidate the enemy, but it also had a more realistic use.

This thing is the best helmet to protect his vital points.

I wonder where this mountain ghost got such treasures?

"Come here!"

After killing people, the mountain ghost wore the black sword behind him.

He looked at the last guy who was paralyzed in the camp, that guy was about to be scared to death, and he was the only one left alive in this Shura field.

Hearing the call of the mountain ghost, the guy ran over with a flattering face, expecting the mountain ghost to spare his life.

As a result, he saw the mountain ghost take out a book from his clothes, turn a few pages, and point to a few words by the light of the fire.

In the camp covered with blood and corpses, the mountain ghost, who had completed another killing, asked seriously in a hoarse voice:

"What do these words mean?"

The tone is like that of a first-time child who is serious about studying.

It's just that he asked the wrong person.

The frightened fellow raised his head tremblingly, and said in a crying voice:

"Hero, I..."

"I can't read."