Lao Ping said calmly: "Your health is too poor. ”

Chang Ming sat up suddenly, and was about to refute when a stinging pain rose from the depths of his bone marrow and made him bend down deeply.

Lao Ping pointed to the sky and said, "I don't know anything else, but that kind of boat, all by hand, can you lift the plank? Do you have the physical strength to make it?"

Boat...... He was talking about the agency ferry that passed by in the morning and evening.

It is rare for Lao Ping to say such a long sentence, and every word is questioning Chang Ming. Chang Ming could only be silent and didn't say a word.

When he was cutting bamboo before, he found that his physical strength was far worse than that of the villagers in Jinzhu Village. Lao Ping is right, the mechanics of this world are purely manual, and some large mechanisms, such as the organ ferry, if you don't have physical strength, how can you do it alone?

Chang Ming was silent, and after a while, he frowned: "This kind of thing, ordinary people can't do it even if their physical strength is good, right?"

Of course, Lao Ping and the village chief didn't know about this kind of thing, and Chang Ming kept it in his heart.

From this day on, Chang Ming began to exercise.

Regardless of whether the mechanics of this world have any special training methods, physical training must be necessary. Not to mention, I heard that there are many materials that need to be collected by the mechanics themselves, and those who go up the mountains and down to the sea may have to fight with wild beasts......

Chang Ming is becoming more and more sure that not only does he need good physical strength, but he also needs to find a way to learn some fighting skills!

As a result, there is an additional figure in the village who is constantly exercising, carrying weights to practice, jumping, and running, Chang Ming is not a professional, but he has also seen the methods of basic physical training from various materials before. Now, whether it's good or not, let's take a look.

In addition, his grandfather had taught him a set of gymnastics to exercise his hands. He has been doing it for more than ten years, and it can well exercise the flexibility, toughness and stamina of Chang Ming's hands. Otherwise, he would not have been able to persist in the work of three days and three nights.

Exercise, filament, hand gymnastics...... Chang Ming's life is full of these contents. Strange to say, it is obviously a physical exercise, and it seems that his ability to piece bamboo silk has also improved. The rhythm of his body was further strengthened, and the speed of the filament had been stuck in the bottleneck of fifteen minutes for a long time, but at this time, it had broken through again, and it was gradually approaching ten minutes.

He undoubtedly became the first silksmith in the village, and the taciturn Lao Ping had to admit that Chang Ming's ability far surpassed him.

Now, Chang Ming slices half of the new silk he slices every day, which is half of the total number of other silksmiths. And even counting......

The village chief is very happy, so that he doesn't even have to worry about the amount requested by his family for the time being!

On this day, after Chang Ming finished exercising, he finished another bamboo pole. His hand expertly reached to the side - and it was empty. The golden bamboo poles at hand have all been used up!

His speed was too fast, and the golden bamboo poles he cut down every morning were no longer enough for him to use. A few days ago it was only a little less, and now it is just afternoon, and he has finished his original day's work.

Chang Ming thought about it, said hello to the village chief, and decided to go up the mountain to cut bamboo alone.

Half a month has passed, he has continued to exercise his physical strength, and he has also tried to carry bamboo alone, and has made great progress. He will no longer be as embarrassed as when he first arrived, as long as the villagers help him with a little help, he can smoothly carry a small bundle of bamboo poles out of the bamboo forest and carry it down the mountain.

Of course, the time is still short, and the number of bamboo poles he carries now is not as good as that of ordinary villagers, but this is already a great improvement.

Chang Ming was already familiar with this section of the road, he had just walked into the bamboo forest, and suddenly found that something was wrong-

He stopped and thought for a moment, only to suddenly realize that there were no birds and insects chirping in the bamboo forest, and there was no superfluous sound except for the rustle of bamboo leaves blown by the wind!

He had often seen this situation in books before, but now that he had actually experienced it, he deeply felt what a frightening feeling it was. You can't see it, you can't hear it, but every cold hair is telling you that something is lurking in the depths of the bamboo forest, waiting to pounce on your throat at any moment!

Chang Ming shuddered, a little creepy.

He is not the kind of reckless person, when he encounters something wrong, his first thought is not to find out, but to leave quickly.

Without hesitation, he took two steps back in place, turned around and prepared to run back.

As soon as he turned around, he felt a chill down his spine and lay down without thinking!

With a gentle "grab", the bamboo in front of him shook. Chang Ming raised his head suddenly, and found that there was an iron nail nailed to the bamboo pole in front of him, which had been deeply submerged in the bamboo meat.

He had reached the edge of the golden bamboo forest, and it was a golden bamboo pole that the iron nail had driven into. Chang Ming touches this thing every day, and of course he knows how hard it is. But the nail was so lightly nailed in, as if it were just a loose piece of wood!

What would have happened if I hadn't just gotten down on my stomach? There is no doubt that this thing would have been nailed into his back and killed him!

Chang Ming had always lived in a peaceful era before, and he had never encountered such a crisis. Now, when he suddenly encountered such a thing, he couldn't help but be covered in cold sweat, and he didn't know what to do.

Who is it? Who is there to ambush me and want my life?

Chang Ming suddenly felt alarmed, turned over and rolled to the right.

"Grab and grab" three times, and three iron nails were nailed to the place where he was lying just now, and it was the position of his back!

Chang Ming tilted his head and stared at the three iron nails - the sunlight shined through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, illuminating the iron nails in uncertain light. They are only about two and a half inches long and thinner than regular nails. Such a small thing, but full of countless killing opportunities!

Encountering danger twice in a row, a wave of anger gradually rose in Chang Ming's heart.

Lao Tzu inexplicably crossed over here, and he never left Jinzhu Village, who did he offend?

No, I've offended someone—

As soon as Chang Ming's thoughts turned here, a gloomy voice appeared behind him: "Tsk, I can actually dodge my bone nail twice, and I really have some ability!"

Another voice followed: "I just said, this kid is strange, and he must have a plan." You see he's sneaking here alone, and he's definitely coming for 'that thing.'"

"The second shopkeeper is really cautious, this kid just took the tools of a senior mechanic, and there is no one behind him at all. Hmph, even if someone wants to snatch food from our Qi family, they have to pay the price!"

"That's right, we've been guarding this golden bamboo python for a long time, and just a kid wants to stick a stick horizontally, and he thinks it's beautiful!"

There are a total of three people in the back, and you and I have a word, but you explain their origins and intentions clearly.

Chang Ming slandered in his heart: Sure enough, this is a common problem of bad people, if you don't rush to chop to death with a knife when you meet the enemy, you will chirp crookedly for a long time first, giving the other party an opportunity to take advantage of.

But thanks to these bad guys, they are traditional enough!

He peeked in all directions, and suddenly a carp struck, jumped up, and ran wildly towards the outside of the bamboo forest!

"The kid wants to run!"

snatched two more times, obviously looking at Chang Ming's back, but when he shot over, he still nailed it to the bamboo pole.

The man shouted, "What's the matter! I'm aiming!"

Chang Ming thought in his heart: Hmph, **, you can hit people anywhere with steel nails, you have to hit people in the back. The target is indeed big enough, but if someone sees through it, you can find a way to dodge!

Another shouted, "Don't worry, hurry up and catch up!"

As he spoke, he whistled, and the three of them quickly outflanked Chang Ming!

Chang Ming subconsciously ran in the direction of the village, thinking about it for a while and feeling wrong. In case these murderers are brought to the village—

Before he could finish thinking about it, he suddenly felt a burning heat behind him.

When he looked back, he was shocked!

The man behind him had a cannon barrel in his hand, and a raging flame was spewing out from the pipe, which was shooting towards him through the distance between the two!

What is it? Cannon?

No, it's a machine gun!

The flames burned the clothes on his back, and Chang Ming only felt as if his whole person was wrapped in flames. He rolled over and rolled to the ground. Fortunately, it was just an ordinary flame that spewed out, and he rolled a few times before extinguishing the fire.

However, after this delay, those people came closer.

Chang Ming secretly complained in his heart, falling into their hands, it is estimated that he will not end well!

Damn, other people are all powerful, how can they be killed when they fall into Lao Tzu?

The other party is three people, and he has only one. The other party has a machine gun in his hand, and he has no weapons. But even then, he did not give up hope. He pretended to fall to the ground and groaned, but his eyes swept over his surroundings and the three people from time to time, trying to find a glimmer of life in the predicament!

At this moment, a strange sound came from the bamboo forest behind them.

The voice was hoarse but loud, as if it carried a kind of sound wave of different frequency, which penetrated into their heads, making their brains "buzz".

The other party paused, and one of them said, "The golden bamboo python has come out!"

Another said, "What should I do?"

"Of course, the Golden Bamboo Python is more important! The crystal nucleus of the second-level alien beast is the best organ energy core, and it is a large contribution value in the family. Hurry up, the golden bamboo python is haunted, be careful to hide it for a while and you can't find it!"

They probably felt that Chang Ming was already injured, and it was impossible to cause any hindrance to them, plus the Golden Bamboo Python moved very fast, so they also waited for a long time for it to appear. So at this time, he turned around without hesitation and threw Chang Ming on the ground.

As soon as they left, Chang Ming stopped moaning and got up.

He was indeed injured, and the pain behind him was still scorching. This kind of pain is far from being comparable to the slap at the beginning.

This pain also aroused the incomparable anger in Chang Ming's heart-

Golden Bamboo Python, Second-level Alien Beast, Crystal Nucleus, Organ Energy Core?

Damn, I didn't know it existed, and I didn't want to steal it from you. But you want my life by speculating in vain?

Haha, that's good, then this crystal nucleus, I've got it!

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