A few days passed, and when Mu Yi saw his appearance in the mirror, he was suddenly startled.

The hair is disheveled, the eye sockets are deep, and the face is even more pale and frightening.

"Is this me?" Mu Yi's head seemed to have been hit, his eyes were dazed at first, and then slowly became clear.

"Whew, what a big dream." After a long time, Mu Yi let out a long breath, and the whole person suddenly relaxed, thinking about all the things before, it was like a dream, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Demon stunned is also a manifestation of madness, if he hadn't woken up in time, I'm afraid he would really die of exhaustion in the end.

And the whole process, even he didn't know it, and it was even more difficult to extricate himself.

For the first time, he had a clear understanding of the danger in the old Taokou, this danger is not something that you can avoid if you want to pay attention, it is like a poppy flower, beautiful in appearance, harmless, but it can make you fall unconsciously.

In fact, at the beginning, Mu Yi still thought that he couldn't rush for quick success and quick profit in his practice, but after a long time, he unconsciously ignored the danger, maybe all this was related to Mu Yi's easy way to achieve nothing outside his heart, so he instinctively felt that cultivation was not so difficult.

Now that he has awakened, he really understands what cultivation is.

That night, Mu Yi slept very peacefully, and he had no dreams all night.

The next morning, Mu Yi picked up the boxing technique that he had been snubbed for a long time on a big stone in front of the temple.

This set of punches was given to him by Lao Dao, there was no name, and there were a total of thirty-six moves over and over, but Mu Yi insisted on it for eight years.

But in the past eight years, he has no other feeling except that his strength is slightly greater than that of ordinary people, and the so-called internal qi of those martial arts masters, he has never felt it, and in the end, Mu Yi positioned this set of punches as not in the stream.

Still, he didn't stop, perhaps because he was used to it.

It's just that since Lao Dao's death, he has never been in the mood to box, and more than half a month has passed.

Now, picking up this set of boxing techniques again, Mu Yi has a somewhat different feeling.

Although those thirty-six movements were not many, they covered the whole body, and even the flow of qi and blood was much faster.

Three times in a row, Mu Yi retracted his fists and stood up, then instinctively closed his eyes and fell into the realm of nothing outside his heart.

This time, he didn't deliberately force it, but just quietly experienced the changes in his body.

Suddenly, he felt his body become lighter, and a trace of strength in his body wandered, and then slowly precipitated, until he fell into the darkness and disappeared.

At this time, Mu Yi felt dizzy in his head, and then woke up.

"I just..."

After Mu Yi came to his senses, he was startled at first, and then frowned and recalled the feeling just now, that darkness seemed to be able to swallow everything, and fortunately he woke up at a critical moment, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable.

"It is said that when the boxing is practiced to a high level, there will naturally be qi, although the old Taoist boxing is average, but after eight years, there will not even be a trace of qi." Mu Yi couldn't help but think of the darkness.

"Or is there something hidden in my body?" Mu Yi thought again, after all, he clearly sensed a trace of power swimming in his body when there was nothing outside his heart before, if he was not mistaken, it should be qi, but before his body could absorb it, it was all swallowed.

"Forget it, don't care about it for now, anyway, this kind of thing can't be solved overnight, and when I get my heart done, maybe I'll be able to know the secrets of my body."

Since he couldn't figure it out, Mu Yi didn't go to drill the horns, after all, after so many years, he never felt unwell, on the contrary, his body rarely got sick, and even the number of colds over the years was only a handful.

And Mu Yi quickly thought of his current predicament, that is, there was not much food.

Although he has been traveling with Lao Dao for many years and has some savings, but later Lao Dao fell ill, grabbed medicine for him, and bought a coffin after his death, plus the last big purchase, he was almost penniless.

Although the food in the temple can last for a while, he has to think about the upcoming winter, when the heavy snow will close the mountain, not to mention whether he can go down the mountain, even if he goes down, he will not have the money to buy food, so while it is not yet winter, he needs to store food for a whole winter.

"Ghost hunting? Method? Looks? ”

One thought after another kept popping up, but they were snuffed out by Mu Yi one by one.

After all, now is not the time to walk the rivers and lakes in the past, and haunting is not something that can be encountered very often, as for doing things for the dead, there is a small town under the mountain, and there are only a handful of people who die all year round, not to mention that magic things are not something that ordinary people can do.

As for looking at the appearance, as the so-called hairless mouth is not firm, at his age, if he goes to show the appearance to others, even if he is not chased by others with a stick, it is easy for no one to believe him, all in all, he is still too young to meet the image of a master.

"Forget it, let's go hunting, and when the time comes, the fur will be sold at the bottom of the mountain, and the meat will be dried and kept for the winter."

Soon, Mu Yi thought of the 'best of both worlds' way, when he cut down trees before, he saw a lot of traces left by animals on the mountain, with his strength, as long as he didn't touch jackals, tigers and leopards, there was basically no danger.

As soon as he thought of it, Mu Yi sharpened the axe more sharply, reloaded a wooden handle more than half a meter long, and finally changed out of his robe, wearing a simple linen clothes and confidently entered the mountain.

On the slope behind Funiu Mountain, there are large trees and thorns, but fortunately, because of autumn, the leaves begin to fall, and it is not easy to block the view.

A pheasant with gorgeous plumage, a copper-crowned head, and a black and white neck leapt out from behind a large tree, its pointed beak burrowing into the leaves of the ground from time to time in search of food, its eyes constantly rolling, and it was evident that it had not lost its vigilance while foraging for food.

Suddenly, a fist-sized stone approached with a sharp sound.

The pheasant suddenly woke up and flapped its wings and fled nimbly.

"Poof!"

The stone was half a meter away from the pheasant and slammed into the ground, and the leaves flew away.

And the frightened pheasant fled as fast as he could in his life.

Then, an embarrassed figure emerged from behind a cluster of thorns, which was Mu Yi who went into the mountains to hunt.

At this moment, Mu Yi was holding an axe in his left hand, a bulging bag around his waist, two or three leaves on his head, and the clothes on his body were also torn.

In just half a day, Mu Yi, who entered the mountain with confidence, had to admit that he really had no talent for hunting, and the bulging bag around his waist was not filled with wild animals, but stones.

Because he found that neither rabbits nor pheasants could catch up with him with an axe, and even before he could get closer, those animals had already discovered him, so Mu Yi chose to use stones, but his accuracy was not very good.

Therefore, after half a day, Mu Yi was hungry, but he didn't even hit a single prey.

At this pace, he may not be able to fill his stomach by hunting alone.

"Bang!"

Just when Mu Yi was thinking about whether to retreat in the face of difficulties, a loud voice suddenly came from a distance.