The temple at the foot of the western mountain, called Qiuyue Temple, is a dilapidated temple, and there is only one old monk in the entire temple to be guarded here.

After saying hello to the old monk and giving him some incense money, Cheng Hao rested in one of the side halls.

At night, he did not rest like ordinary people, but began to practice according to the moves of the Tiger Demon Bone Fist.

At the beginning, because of his unproficiency, it took him more than half the night to practice the two hundred and six moves of the entire Tiger Demon Bone Fist. The pain of the bones like being cut by a hacksaw, even with his heart, was drenched in cold sweat, and he almost passed out.

Hush!

With a long sigh, his body shook off the cold sweat on his body, and Cheng Hao sat on the stool, carefully observing the situation of the bones in his body.

"There is a faint golden glow on the white bones, although the improvement of strength is not obvious, but I have to say that it does have an effect. Sure enough, with the correct guidance of the exercises, the speed of cultivation is fast!"

After practicing a few more times, Cheng Hao also found a way to relieve the pain, whenever the pain was like being cut by a knife, he hit the ground with the whole person, and used the force of concussion to relieve the pain in the bones.

Although this method can only slightly alleviate the pain, it is better than nothing, this kind of cultivation effect that can clearly feel that his bones are improving again and again, so that Cheng Hao can't stop at all, and practice boxing again and again.

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In the next few days, Cheng Hao's life was very regular, he went to the tomb of Cheng Dingguo and his wife to sit and rest during the day, and returned to the side hall of the temple to practice tiger demon bone boxing at night, this kind of life was broken by an uninvited guest on the night of the third day.

It was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old scholar, dressed in a green shirt, although his eyebrows were clear and his eyes were beautiful, his body was a little thin, and he looked a little down.

As soon as he entered the temple, Cheng Hao seemed to have a sense in his heart, although this down-and-out scholar looked ordinary, but he had a kind of high-spirited spirit, this spirit came from self-confidence, and the source of self-confidence was the heroic spirit of reading the books of sages in his body.

The scholar entered the temple and gave the old monk a few strings of incense money, and after eating a bowl of mushroom noodles, he lived in the room next to Cheng Hao, lit a lamp, burned a charcoal fire, and prepared to read at night.

And with the arrival of this scholar, the night, which had been peaceful before, suddenly the north wind blew up, rolling up the basil outside the temple, and spilling it all over the ground.

At the same time, in the deep mountains in the distance, there were several terrible howls, like wolves and foxes, mixed with the night wind, and like night owls.

"Something interesting!"

A smile appeared at the corner of Cheng Hao's mouth, put away his fists, sat cross-legged on the bed, turned on the perspective of his left eye, and looked at the young scholar next door.

This scholar was a little strange, originally he stayed here for a few days and the temple was quiet, but after the scholar arrived, first the wind, then the roar, and now even the oil lamp in the room crackled and burst into sparks.

Cheng Hao doesn't believe that everything is accidental, in this world with ghosts, fairies and monsters, the people he sees in his eyes are not people, they may also be ghosts or demons.

"It's strange, it's really a human, not a demon?"

After opening his left eye to see through the delusional supernatural powers, Cheng Hao looked at the scholar inside and out, and finally confirmed that this was indeed a real person, not a demon or ghost as he had thought before.

"Since he is a human being, there must be a side that I can't see, otherwise it is impossible for the external environment to change just because of his arrival. ”

After thinking about it secretly, Cheng Hao's spirit was more concentrated in his left eye, and the white light in his eyes was so rich that it faintly even condensed the outline of a mirror.

"What is this?"

After the light in his left eye shone to the extreme, Cheng Hao's field of vision, there were some scenes that he had never discovered, and above the scholar's head, red mist could be faintly seen rising up, and wisps of thin red mist gathered together, condensing into a young red dragon.

The red dragon's body was entrenched, and he kept raising his head to rise into the air, but it seemed that an invisible prohibition suppressed him, so that the red dragon could only coil up, and could not extend it with all his strength.

"Ancient books record that the ancient Yang God has great magical powers, and when the eyes of the sky are opened, he can see through a person's luck, if I expect it to be correct, this invisible but real red mist dragon should be the luck of the scholar!"

"The luck of the dragon, entrenched and unable to rise into the air, this should be the fate of the hidden dragon in the abyss, this person is not ordinary!"

For some reason, after seeing the red dragon, he suddenly had more information in his mind, such as luck and the number of lives of the hidden dragon in the abyss, as if this information originally existed in his mind, but now he saw the luck of this scholar and was triggered.

"If this person has been suppressed by the strong and can't go out, it's fine, but if his freedom is not restricted and he is given the opportunity to move at will, then the hidden dragon in the abyss will inevitably change in the future, and maybe it is not impossible for the flying dragon to be in the world!"

made a prediction about the future of this scholar, Cheng Hao withdrew his gaze, raised his head, and looked at the sky above his head, he wanted to know what his luck was.

Originally, in his opinion, he obtained the mysterious treasure mirror, and had the two great powers of perspective and traversal, and the power of luck should not be underestimated, even if it was better than that scholar. But when he saw the results, he was a little incredulous for a while.

A wisp, only a wisp, and a very small wisp of golden luck!

Even this tiny wisp of golden luck was still dissipating at an imperceptible speed, and Cheng Hao was able to determine after carefully observing it for a moment that the power of those dissipated qi luck was all integrated into his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Hao hurriedly put away his supernatural powers, and now he can be sure that the supernatural powers in his eyes are not without any consumption, the left divine powers consume luck, and the right divine powers consume longevity, but these two things are not easy to replenish!

"Shou Yuan will continue to extend as his strength increases, and if he finds a longevity elixir or elixir, he can also increase it. But that luck is a little difficult to do, this kind of thing is a bit mysterious, it seems that it is not easy to improve!"

To tell the truth, Cheng Hao didn't have the idea of killing this scholar with a black hand, but this idea was extinguished by him just after it arose, it wasn't that he didn't covet the other party's luck, it was really that he didn't want to take risks.

First, he has no way to collect the power of other people's luck, even if he kills this scholar, the power of the other party's luck may not be imposed on him; second, a person with great luck like this kind of luck is not something that can be killed simply, and it is even possible that after killing the other party, the power of luck on this scholar's body will backfire on him, if this is the case, it will be more than worth the loss.

"A gentleman has something to do and something not to do, although I am not a gentleman, but I am not an innocent person, when I have a chance in the future, find a few ruffians and bullies to kill them, and see if it helps to improve luck." ”

For innocent people, Cheng Hao can't be ruthless and hurt the killer, but for garbage such as bullies, Cheng Hao said that there is really no psychological obstacle to killing.