The road is long, I will go up and down and seek!

"Take your time!"

Mu Zhengyang sighed, turned around and went into the house to sleep.

Early morning.

Looking at the edge of the cliff, the cliff is ten thousand feet high.

In the distance, the sun shines on Luofeng Lake, rendering the sparkling surface of the lake red.

Mu Zhengyang was on the edge of the cliff, bathed in the soft morning light, blowing the cool mountain breeze, the white practice clothes were blowing in the wind, and after practicing the "Three-Character Body Sutra" several times, he suddenly tensed the muscles of the whole body, as if he heard the sound of the bow being pulled apart and the strings coming out, full of a sense of strength filled his heart, and he had a feeling that his strength was greater than that of a cow.

"I'm getting started!"

Mu Zhengyang laughed to himself, he had not come into contact with other people with similar cultivators, but there were three levels in his "Three-Character Body Cultivation Sutra".

The first level is to exercise the muscles, bones, skin and flesh, the second level is to exercise the five internal organs, and the third level is to re-condense the qi and blood of the body.

He just tensed the muscles and bones of his whole body, and the bones were like the bow body of a bent bow, and the tendons were like the strings of a bent bow, and they could make the sound of opening the bow, which was the entry sign of the first level.

However, compared with ordinary people, he only has much more strength now, and he has brute strength, but he deduced the first move of "Hundred Wrong Fists" from "Hundred Family Names" last night, which is a bit similar to the legendary tendon and bone hand, which can make the opponent lose combat effectiveness in an instant, which is enough to make up for the shortcomings in this regard.

The difference between "Hundred Wrong Fists" and "Three Character Cultivation Sutra" is that "Three Character Cultivation Sutra" is cultivated from the body, Mu Zhengyang must insist on practicing every day, and the body will become stronger day by day, and "Hundred Wrong Fists" is a kind of boxing method, Mu Zhengyang has deeply engraved this move in his mind every time he pushes a move, and he only needs to practice a little to make his body movements keep up with the brain's reaction, so "Three Character Cultivation Sutra" is still the top priority!

And "Hundred Wrong Fists" only deduced one move, and Mu Zhengyang practiced it in a few minutes.

"I got the adventure and learned the real skills, but I can't find someone who can practice!"

Mu Zhengyang has a feeling of loneliness like snow, but this is the normal situation, how can there be so many strange people in the world?

After descending the mountain.

Mu Zhengyang, like yesterday, took a rural passenger bus to the county.

It was already more than nine o'clock when he arrived at Liu'anba, Mu Zhengyang opened the iron door of the Nanshan Liquor Store, opened the curtain of a new day's business, and took time to go to Xinxin Flower Store to say hello to Luo Xinxin.

There are few people in Liu'anba, and it is really not to say.

From nine o'clock to eleven o'clock, in addition to passing vehicles, Mu Zhengyang saw three pedestrians, all of whom were nearby residents.

Midday.

A few people came to Mu Zhengyang's shop, but without exception, after hearing the price and tasting it slightly, they all thought they had encountered a nervous disorder.

After that, there was no one at Liu'an Dam again.

Mu Zhengyang has nothing to do, go to the Xinxin flower shop to stroll, admire the flowers and plants, and sell what you like to buy.

Luo Xinxin was holding her forehead with her hand, as if she was asleep.

Before Mu Zhengyang had half a foot in it, Luo Xinxin woke up and said with a smile: "Just sit down!"

"Uh, I'm sorry to disturb your rest!"

Mu Zhengyang barely made a sound just now, but Luo Xinxin still woke up and said apologetically.

"Hehe, it has nothing to do with you! I haven't slept well lately, it's all this kind of short light sleep! I'm always prone to sleepiness, and I feel like I've done a lot of work when I'm taking care of some flowers and plants all day!"

Luo Xinxin was obviously tortured, but she always looked very happy.

"You may have a neurasthenia, the honey wine I brewed can alleviate this situation, let's have a neighbor, I'll give you a bottle!"

If the heart is sunny, why are you afraid of the misery of fate? Neighbors are just an excuse, Mu Zhengyang just appreciates Luo Xinxin's attitude towards life and wants to help her.

"I don't drink, and besides, your wine costs a thousand dollars a bottle! It's too expensive for me to take it!"

Luo Xinxin suddenly heard that Mu Zhengyang was going to give her wine, she was extremely surprised, and waved her hand.

"My wine is not distilled, the degree is not high, there is honey in it, it tastes sweet, it's okay to drink a little!"

"Then I'll give you money!"

"I really don't need money to give it to you, after you drink it, if you think it has an effect, it's not too late to buy it!"

"Thank you!"

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Mu Zhengyang took the car back to Zhangshu Village again, except for a bottle of honey wine given to Luo Xinxin, he still didn't sell a single bottle.

Tiannan Mountain, at the entrance.

Liu Lihua was waiting for Mu Zhengyang, and after seeing Mu Zhengyang, she said: "I estimated the time, you should almost come back, and I came here to wait for you, how is the situation today?"

Mu Zhengyang smiled: "What else, not a single bottle has been sold!"

"The wine you brew is really not good, if you can't sell it, the price will be reduced, two or three yuan a bottle, maybe someone will buy it, if you sell it, you can also pay a hundred yuan!"

"Our bet is about to earn 100,000 yuan in 20 days, two or three yuan a bottle, how can I win?"

"You still want to win? You only have more than 200 bottles of wine in total, so you can't sell it for 500 yuan a bottle? How can anyone buy it at this price?"

"No, I'm selling a bottle for a thousand dollars!"

"A thousand yuan a bottle, don't scare me, it shouldn't be a high fever, it's a mess!", Liu Lihua's face turned pale, she said and reached out to touch Mu Zhengyang's forehead, her body temperature was normal, and she said suspiciously: "I don't have a fever, how can I talk nonsense?"

"I'm healthy!", Mu Zhengyang was as calm as ever.

"What do you think? Just your wine, you dare to sell it for a thousand yuan a bottle? No one buys your wine is a trivial matter, be careful that someone beats you up as a liar or a madman, and you can't go again tomorrow!"

Liu Lihua doesn't expect Mu Zhengyang to sell wine to make money, as long as he can come back safely, he will be satisfied.

"It's okay, buy and sell freely, trade freely, whoever will beat me, don't worry about it!", Mu Zhengyang finished speaking and went up the mountain.

It's going to be dark soon.

Liu Lihua did not force Mu Zhengyang to stay, but she regretted it very much.

At the beginning, he shouldn't have forced the child to do something he didn't like, and he shouldn't have made such a bet with Mu Zhengyang, causing a good child, like having lost his mind, to do the thing of selling a small bottle of self-brewed wine for a thousand yuan!

After Mu Zhengyang went up the mountain, he went around the field and stayed in the yard to read.

Late at night.

The light in the upstairs room of the Liu'anba Xinxin flower shop is still on, this is Luo Xinxin's room, although she can't see the light with her eyes, but as long as it is night, she still likes to turn on the light, which is a habit she has retained before she lost her sight at the age of eight.

Luo Xinxin obviously felt physically and mentally exhausted, but she couldn't sleep over and over, and couldn't help but think of a bottle of wine placed at the bedside, which was given to her by the eccentric young man who sold wine next door, saying that it could alleviate the neurasthenic condition.

Actually, Luo Xinxin didn't believe it, but the young man was so enthusiastic that Luo Xinxin was embarrassed to refuse, so she reluctantly accepted it.

Luo Xinxin took the wine in her hand, the bottle was only the size of her palm, such a small bottle of wine, the young man actually sold it for a thousand yuan, and there was no publicity for the New Year's opening, but also no preferential activities, it was really weird!

No one will do business like him!

"However, the wine was not sold, and the young man was not in a hurry, maybe it really had some effect?"

Luo Xinxin is blind but clear-minded, and her observation is stronger than ordinary people, thinking that she actually drank the first sip of wine in her life......

The taste is bitter first and then sweet......