After dinner, we rested for two hours.

Mo Lun came to the small courtyard, he held a kunai in his hand, aimed at a target ten meters away, and with a force on his wrist, after a "poof" sound, kunai accurately hit the bull's-eye.

Morun's face was expressionless.

He took out another one without bitterness, shot it again, and hit the bullseye again.

In fact, with the help of Rising, he has been able to hit 100 shots within 20 meters after a short period of training. He didn't compare, he didn't know what the hit rate of those ninjas was, how far away the target was, and he didn't even know if they practiced kunai.

Mo Lun can only improve himself again and again, the distance of the target, the angle and direction of the shot, the line of sight disturbed by the branches, the predicting the movement position of the target, and so on. He completed all of these with the help of Rising and completed them one by one. The angles of his shots became more and more tricky, and the distance became farther and farther.

It's just that as the distance exceeds 20 meters, his hit rate begins to decrease, and the difficulty of shooting increases, which also makes his hit rate a little miserable.

In the books he collected, there were descriptions of the ninja's ability to use kunai, and it seemed that there were exaggerated deeds of taking people's heads from thousands of kilometers away, and some kunai could change direction while flying, just like a homing missile.

If these are all true, then there must be some methods for the use of the kunai hidden weapon that he does not know, such as the force of the wrist, the touch of the fingers, and even the use of 'Zhuoluo' and so on.

His wrist was sprained during the high-intensity practice the day before yesterday, but fortunately it did not affect the exercise of physical skills.

There were all kinds of thoughts in his heart, but there was no expression on Morun's face, he took out a stack of cross darts, a thousand books, and swastika darts, and practiced absentmindedly.

Thanks to the grocery store run by Qingliu's parents before their deaths, everything was sold, and the katana, the main weapon used by ninjas, was naturally not available because it was too expensive, and small weapons such as hidden weapons were consumables or had some inventory, and they belonged to the most valuable batch of goods in the shop.

Mo Lun inspected the goods when he took back the shop, and when he found a hidden weapon like kunai, he already had a plan in his heart to use it for training, but unfortunately he always felt that there was something missing, and the use of the hidden weapon had been stuck in his own limitations and could not go further.

And it is impossible for him to practice and figure out after years or even decades of hard work, and those marksmen have no chance with him for the time being. Fortunately, within twenty meters, Mo Lun is very sure, and there is no problem in dealing with some snakes, insects, and birds. Now he has been insisting on practicing hidden weapons, just to deal with some creatures that can't get close and pose a threat to his life after entering the dark forest.

At the end of the two-hour training session, Morun took a shower and fell asleep.

The next day, after running and eating, Mo Lunchen once again came to the bank of the Boer River and swam to the Death Burial Ridge, holding heavy stones and diving into the deep water area to start a new round of three-style cultivation with the help of water pressure.

Day in and day out, perseverance.

Finally, the first snow of winter quietly fell last night, and when I woke up in the morning, the earth was covered in silver, and the wind passed and left the cold.

Wearing a long-sleeved cotton shirt, a pair of long cotton pants and rubber shoes, Mo Lun stood in the snow, looking around, and his heart was inexplicably dazed.

He was a little unaware of his pursuits, and something was wandering in his mind.

Become a ninja and kill the Black Gang Renpo to avenge the family of this body!

Become a strong man, stand at the top of this world, and enjoy all rights!

Or go home and find a way back to Earth, to continue the unfinished love affair and the parents' desire to become an astronomer?

"Hah!"

Moren shook his head a little self-deprecatingly, what did he think! When did he become so sentimental.

"Let's think more about that black trial in May after winter! it's good to survive, otherwise everything will pale in comparison. ”

Maybe it's the approach of the Black Trial, and Morun always feels grassy. Recently, there have been some more people in the country, some special people. It's not a ninja, but they all exude a bad aura, and it's intimidating from afar, and they don't dare to approach. These people are honest, and they haven't caused trouble, maybe they are afraid of the ninjas who are lurking on duty! Mo Lun thought to himself, sometimes he really wants these people to cause trouble, so that he can reveal some strength for him to refer to.

The physical technique, the basic three forms, can no longer allow him to get any body amplification, and even if he has, he will not be able to get a significant increase in the short term. Mo Lun knew that this was because his body had already reached the standard of the basic three forms, and maybe he would be able to cultivate the other four forms of body art in the near future.

However, for some reason, Mo Lun always felt that wanting to cultivate the next four body techniques seemed to be beyond the reach of an ordinary person like him. Gan Yan's words are one thing, it is another thing for him to try it himself, the most important thing is the mysterious power of Zhuo Luo, he has a guess, maybe only by mastering Zhuo Luo, he can cultivate the other four styles with this.

It's early afternoon, and the first snow is a little off.

Morun put on his coat and trousers and walked to the Ninja Hospital. On the surface, his body is very healthy, even stronger than some ordinary people, but only he knows that his body has actually had some dark injuries.

Rising scanned the body and showed a hint of "minor injury" on the "health level", obviously some of the pain was not visible on the outside, but there was damage on the inside. Rising rarely makes mistakes in human health, and Morun doesn't feel his injuries, but he believes Rising's conclusions.

Ordinary civilian hospitals could not heal his injuries, and only ninjas, or only "Zoro", who had the power of ninjas, could effectively treat him.

When Moron went to the Ninja Medical Hospital this time, the first thing he looked for was naturally Dr. Drew. After a long period of contact, intentionally or unintentionally, his relationship with Dr. Drew was barely 'familiar', and he had not sought treatment of his physical injuries before because he still wanted to continue to practice the basic three forms. Now that the basic three forms have had little effect on him, there is no need to continue practicing, so he naturally wants to regain his health.

There are several ninjas on duty around the Ninja Medical Center, and ordinary people can't get close to it at all. Moron was able to enter, thanks to his first coma and several subsequent encounters with Dr. Drew, and now he was a man he had seen in the eyes of the ninjas on duty.

With no one to stop him, Morlun greeted a few nurses and came to the outside of Dr. Drew's exclusive workshop.

"Knock knock!"

"Come in!"

Melun pushed the door in, and at first glance he saw Dr. Drew's wide white robe, while he himself was adjusting the white potion with a beaker, as if it was time for him to take his eyes off it.

He waited quietly until Dr. Drew poured the white liquid from the beaker into a fist-sized porcelain bowl and drank it in one gulp, and then he spoke, "It's this liquid again, are you sure it's okay to drink it like this?"

"Heh~~" Dr. Drew smiled intriguingly, revealing a hint of intoxication, and said: "The white lin powder and the stones in the body of the black ants are strictly blended and prepared, and finally the roots of the Qingling tree that I have worked so hard to find...... This potion of mine is a treasure in the eyes of ordinary ninjas!"

"Oh. Moren had a noncommittal expression.

"What's the matter with me?" Dr. Drew also knew that an ordinary person didn't understand this, so he asked Morun what he meant.

Mo Lun hesitated for a moment, and said slowly: "You know that I am going to participate in the Black Trial in May, so I recently practiced the physical skills I saw in the last concentration camp, and I feel that something is wrong with my body during this time. ”

Dr. Drew's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he was a little sarcastic and helpless, "I saw it a long time ago." ”

"I told you not to practice, but you went to practice. ”

Dr. Drew stepped forward, his palm showing a green Zoro, pressed it on Morun's chest, felt it, and concluded, "It's good that you haven't been practicing for long, and you found me early...... Otherwise, hehe!"

Dr. Drew didn't finish his words, but the meaning was self-evident.

"Isn't it a long time?" Mo Lun glanced at the other party, showing a wry smile, but he secretly had some understanding in his heart, he had practiced the three forms of physical arts for more than half a year, how could it not be long. But he has the assistance of Ruixing, who always supervises the condition of his body, and has not forcibly done some high-intensity actions that damage his body, and the only thing that hurts his body should be to use water pressure to practice physical skills in the deep sea area.

About a month, it's really not a long time.

"Go there and lie down. ”

Dr. Drew pointed to the only white bed in the room, and Moren knew he was going to treat himself, so he nodded and lay down on the white bed.

Dr. Drew took some of the pills from the medicine shelf and placed them on the palm of his hand in batches with the green Zoro for a scrub until the green Zro on his palm gradually changed color, and finally the Zro completely turned purple before stopping.

"It's going to hurt a little bite, and you're biting into this lump. ”

Morlun glanced at the block and shook his head.

Doctor Drew didn't care, and after saying that the treatment had begun, he pressed his palm back on Morun's chest, and the purple Zoro suddenly poured into Morun's body, cold and cold like clear water.

Just as he was wondering why there was no pain, there was a sudden twitch in his waist, as if he had been pricked by a dozen needles, Mo Lun couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and secretly took a breath of cold air. The tingling pain in his waist lasted for ten minutes, and at this time, some cold sweat also broke out on Morun's forehead.

Gradually, the tingling sensation disappeared, and the cold feeling of running water was replaced, and before Mo Lun could breathe a sigh of relief, his left thigh was suddenly pricked by needles again, and his muscles continued to tremble and cramp.

Ten minutes later, the stabbing pain in the left thigh passed, and the stabbing pain in the right thigh came suddenly.

Then there are the shoulders, spine, bladder, and soles of the feet.

After a whole set of treatments, with Mo Lun's perseverance, he also felt a little collapsed.

Dr. Drew washed his hands and came back, looked at Morun, who was still lying on the bed, smiled, and praised, "You're already very good." This is a special treatment for ninjas, and ordinary people faint in pain if they can't hold on at all. ”

"Ninjas often treat them like this, and their injuries are the same as mine?" asked Morun, lying on his bed.

"Of course. Dr. Drew nodded, sat back in his chair and lay down, and sighed, "The practice of physical arts, like illusion, is the most difficult and the most painful. ”

At the mention of ninjutsu, Mo Lun couldn't help but cheer up.

"Physical arts are not something that ordinary people can practice, you must know that even ninjas, they can practice every day because of Zhuo Luo, even so, every few days there are ninjas who have to come here for treatment because of improper cultivation, so as not to fall irreparably injured, physical arts are to tap the potential of the human body, and the human body is the most mysterious. ”

Doctor Drew paused, as if thinking of something interesting, and smiled dumbly, "Illusion is troublesome, although injuries are not as frequent as physical arts, but if one is not careful, then it is not uncommon to become a madman, schizophrenia, and multiple personality." I remember that the guy Crewe said that there was a ninja in his forties who made a mistake in practicing illusions, and his mind went back to his infant years, arguing for milk every day, hahaha~~~"

Looking at Dr. Drew, who was smiling a little out of shape, Moren was speechless.

He moved his hands and feet, stood up and twisted his waist, and felt like everything was normal.

I checked the "health" displayed on the chip, and the word "good" was displayed on it, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the process is a little painful, it can be cured, but I am afraid that the hidden danger will not be cured.

After chatting with Dr. Drew for a while, he left the Ninja Medical Center after the other party refused to charge the medical bill.

Slowly walked back to the Qing house, the sky was already a little dark, the cold wind was very strong, and some broken snowflakes fluttered under the illumination of the lights, thinking that it might be snowing again, so he closed the courtyard door.