……

"You remember, the most important thing in this body is not the body, but the heart......"

A tall and graceful figure with his back to the girl whispered.

"But Master, I've already practiced to the sixth level of the body, and the highest seventh layer is just around the corner, and I still can't understand what the so-called heartbeat means."

The girl frowned and pondered.

Thinking about these questions is not as interesting for her as it is thinking about when she will be able to eat the next sugar gourd.

"Someday...... You'll get the idea. ”

The master didn't answer, but just said lightly.

……

Ten years later.

The girl of that year has become a big girl, and her body has the appearance of the master, her appearance is pretty, and she has also made a name for herself in the rivers and lakes.

In particular, the moon shadow microstep on her seventh floor made her even more elusive, even the treasury of the imperial court could come and go freely, and she could leave calmly in the face of the siege of hundreds of soldiers, leaving only a mysterious legend.

But from beginning to end, she couldn't understand the meaning of the so-called "heartbeat", and even doubted whether there was a new realm above the seventh layer.

……

Another decade.

The little old man of the year has reached the limit, and when he is dying, he still thinks about eating a sugar gourd, and he really loves to play until he dies.

The little girl has grown into a mature woman with a slender figure now, but like the master, she has not married yet, and she always remembers the real last layer of the seven layers above the master when she left.

That thought always haunted her like a demon, making her choose to leave everything and travel around, looking for possible inspiration opportunities to help her finally break through.

It was a very long time, so long that she almost forgot the time, forgot about herself, until her hair turned a little gray, until there were wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

Until one day in the unknown number of years,

She came to a mountain range, only to hear that there were immortals here.

It is rumored that immortals can walk on the clouds and travel thousands of miles in a day, which is a situation that even now she is far from imagining.

She decided to come here in search of opportunities.

She could already feel that her limit was not far off.

Before she died, she only wanted to know if the realm in Master's mouth existed.

Ten days of walking in the mountains.

She almost thought she had lost her last chance.

Until one sunrise.

She suddenly felt something in her heart, and subconsciously raised her head in the direction of the eastern sunrise, and a white light appeared like a morning glow......

……

"Ding!"

"End of simulation."

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Moon Shadow Microstep Perfection Realm!"

"Sure enough, it's complete again."

Han You slowly opened his eyes and exhaled lightly.

I am still reminiscing about the scene just now.

What did the woman see in the end just now that made her instantly understand the meaning of the Perfection Realm?

Even in this simulated picture, Han You didn't see anything at it, he only felt that the light at that moment was like the sun, warm and grand, as if his body was about to melt in it.

Fortunately, this system does not need its own transcendent understanding, nor does it need to rack its own brains to comprehend.

As long as you sit down peacefully, and then wait to receive the insights and skills of the protagonist's life.

Sure enough, in the next second, his body once again gushed out a pain deep into the bone marrow, making his face change in an instant, and his muscles burst out!

Fortunately, he was prepared, and he directly picked up a roll of rags next to him and stuffed it into his mouth, biting desperately without making a sound!

For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy windmill-like breathing in the room.

The pain came and went quickly.

After a few minutes, calm finally returned again.

Letting go of the rags in his mouth, Han You, who was covered in sweat, took a deep breath of fresh air that he had not seen for a long time, and looked down to observe the changes.

There is no doubt that first of all, a layer of greasy and smelly impurities has resurfaced on the body, indicating that the physique has been refined and improved again.

The second is your own legs.

It's noticeably thicker, and the muscle texture on it is more defined.

But instead of becoming as ugly as an elephant's legs, it is more perfectly proportioned, as if it were a work of art after a thousand tempers.

Being seen by others will only feel very healthy, not weird.

Again, it was he who received the heroine's skills for fifty years out of thin air.

In an instant, the strength in his body skyrocketed again, making his bones tremble, and he almost wanted to moan.

Even the blending of spirit and flesh is nowhere near as good as the thrill of this ascension!

I took the opportunity to take a look at my current panel.

"Host: Han You"

"Rank: Nine Rank Warrior"

"Currently mastered skills: Yue Kong Fist (Perfection Realm), Moon Shadow Micro Step (Perfection Realm)"

"Currently available skills for simulation: Transfiguration (Simulation value D), Spirit Rushing Sword (Simulation value E), Four Elephant Palms (simulation value E), ......"

"So soon, I'm already a Ninth Rank Martial Artist?!"

Han You couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart.

In the eyes of secular martial artists, the god-like nine-rank martial artist was promoted as easily as eating and drinking water on his side.

And that's far from the end!

He looked at the remaining three exercises with burning eyes.

The disguise technique may not be compatible with combat, but the remaining two will definitely greatly improve your strength!

"Choose the disguise technique and start the simulation!"

He didn't rest and started straight again.

"Consume a little mythic trait ......"

……

"The imperial army has been defeated!"

"Outsiders are coming!"

"Everyone, run away!"

All kinds of gossip spread on the streets, and everyone rushed home in panic, packing their bags and preparing to flee.

No one noticed, but an unkempt beggar on the side of the road was indifferent.

Shaking his head and humming a few words of the song that has been popular recently, he then swept the broken bowl in his hand.

There were only a few pitiful copper plates in it.

He laughed.

"Outsiders?"

"Aren't you also human?"

"I'd like to see what's different."

……

Facts have proved that the rumored outsiders with three heads and six arms are just people, with two hands, two legs and one head, and there is nothing more or less.

At most, it's just because of the perennial grassland life, and the body is stronger.

The original beggar had already put on the appearance and costume of a most ordinary Kanwai person, blending in with everyone without a trace.

Eating and drinking with people, eating meat, and when you get drunk, you come to wrestle shirtless, without revealing any flaws!

Until one day, he met a mother and son.

The child was only the size of a swaddling child, and was held in the arms of his disheveled mother, and the poor woman looked at them with a look of horror and pleading.

Her man's body was already lying next to him, bleeding profusely.

"Good brother, do it quickly! Kill these Han people, and we can go back to reward meritorious deeds! A companion next to him urged with some dissatisfaction.

The man's broad palm slowly grasped the handle of the scimitar, but he could not pull it out.

This scimitar, which he used to play as casually as chopsticks, seems to weigh as much as a thousand pounds now.

……

Re-made Han Chinese.

This time, he was a handsome and dashing scholar, and sometimes read a few good poems in his mouth, which provoked the literati to bend their waists and women to admire.

From time to time, there was good news from the front that a certain general had returned triumphantly, which also made this bustling city even more noisy and peaceful.

No one would pay attention to the dead bodies of the starving people outside the city.

The scholar in a white shirt stood alone on the bow of the flaming painting boat, looking at the bustling scene of the lights and wine on the shore in the distance, but his figure was a little lonely.

"There are many things in the world...... Is that what you feel? ”

"Master...... Am I really doing the right thing? ”