"Drink!"

Jiang Mian slammed his fist into the tree in the courtyard.

This old tree, which was a little old, had lush branches and leaves, and its trunk was hard, and it was punched out of a deep pit by Jiang Mian.

Jiang Mian's palm was unscathed, without a trace of injury.

A smile appeared on his face, and it only took thirty percent of his strength to reach this level, which was already quite good.

Martial arts cultivation must lay a very solid foundation, and there are even many people who have not touched the threshold for several years.

Quenching the body sounds simple, but the human body has a limit, how can the body of ordinary people do the most effective force, whether the muscles and bones can withstand it, and how to maximize cultivation without harming the body.

But these, for Jiang Mian.

It's not a problem.

The foundation he laid was very strong, and he threw another punch, which was ten percent force.

The muscles of the whole body tensed for a moment, and the strength converged on one point, even if Ye Shisan was here, he would probably be amazed that Jiang Mian's movements were too fast.

There are no bells and whistles.

The power exploded in an instant, and the punches were simple and direct, without any mud and water.

The fist collapsed like a jade mountain, swinging out of the air at an extremely fast speed, making a bang.

This old tree was pierced by Jiang Mian's punch, and the trunk broke a hole the size of a fist, and the power control was also very exquisite.

Jiang Mian exhaled a long breath of turbid air, feeling as if the muscles and veins in his body were being scorched by the flames, and his blood was about to boil.

"Is this the realm of Yi Jin?"

Muscles are plump and stamina is endless.

The tendons are thick and long, the body is as neat as casting, and the control of the body is simply not the same level as ordinary people.

Sure enough, as Ye 13 said! Their own entry is a matter of course.

The birdsong above the treetops outside the courtyard became very clear in Jiang Mian's ears.

The sense of hearing has also become stronger.

No, it's the five senses.

It's not just hearing. His sense of sight and smell has been greatly improved, Jiang Mian's ears and eyes are accessible at the moment, and he can't hide his ears and eyes from the slightest movement around.

Officially stepping into the martial arts, Jiang Mian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

These days, I'm either worrying about the silver or practicing martial arts non-stop for a moment, and my nerves have been tense.

Tired is not very tired, and he also enjoys the feeling of slowly getting stronger.

But the pressure was too great, and sometimes he was even overwhelmed, and every move of Kaishan Fist was in his dreams.

Jiang Mian was about to go outside to buy some meat and vegetables and come back to make something delicious to treat himself, when a bunch of uninvited guests came in the courtyard.

It's the fast catch in the yamen.

The black face at the head is not Li Zhutou.

Seeing Li Zhutou, Jiang Mian didn't have a good face, it was this person who put him in prison, and he was in cahoots with those wicked people, just wearing an official uniform.

"The Jiang family boy."

Li Zhutou saw Jiang Mian squeeze out a smile that was more ugly than crying. He has been a catcher in Lin'an City for more than ten years, and he knows the Jiang family well, who would have thought that this kid would have a background, so that he was scolded by the warden, but fortunately, he has received a lot of benefits on the street in recent years, and he has emptied his family to keep this head catcher.

He was now afraid and hated Jiang Mian, but he still spoke stubbornly: "The Zheng family, who sells meat in the West Market, went to the yamen early in the morning to report the case, and Zheng Xiguan, who is in charge, was beaten to death in his house last night, you... Are you informed? ”

"Li Zhutou really asked me, I have no relationship with that Zheng Xiguan, how do I know." Jiang Mian's face was calm, and his tone was indifferent.

"And where were you last night?" Li Zhutou rubbed his hands, his voice became softer and softer, and he was a little weak.

"The Zheng family insists that you have a grudge against them, and they may want to invite you to go to the yamen."

"Didn't Li Zhutou directly order someone to take me away this time?" Jiang Mian sneered.

"Brother Mian, before... It was Li who was inconsiderate and did not think clearly, Haihan, Haihan. Li Zhutou was accompanied by a smiling face, and his lips seemed to tremble a little.

"I slept at home last night, and what Li Zhutou said had nothing to do with me."

"You haven't given me an explanation for what happened last time, so you want to take me away this time?"

Jiang Mian turned around and was about to go back to the house: "Li Zhutou, please go back." ”

"Yes...... Can ....."

Li Zhutou suddenly stopped talking in the middle of speaking, and turned around and left suddenly, for fear that Jiang Mian would speak.

Jiang Mian looked coldly at Li Zhutou, who left suddenly, and put away the pig-killing knife in his hand.

……

At a quarter past noon, Sakin Street.

Immortal dwelling.

This is a famous restaurant in Jeonseong.

West Lake vinegar fish, steamed lion's head......

In the private room on the second floor, Jiang Mian ordered a table full of dishes and ate with relish.

Three thousand taels of silver are in hand, and a good meal is not too luxurious.

The martial arts realm is rising, and his appetite is getting better and better.

Although after practicing the Jade Muscle Breathing Technique, he no longer needed to satisfy his appetite, and he could only maintain his life by exhaling vitality.

"Have you heard, there is an auction in Hanguang Pavilion tonight." Someone in the private room next door said something, Jiang Mian is now clear-eyed, and the other party did not deliberately hide it, he heard it very clearly.

"Naturally, there is news, I heard that a treasure of the Daomen will be photographed tonight."

"Daomen?" Jiang Mian pricked up his ears.

"Then you have to join in the fun, but how could the Daomen Supreme Treasure end up in this small Lin'an City?"

"I don't know."

Jiang Mian silently wrote down in his heart, the group of people on the other side were obviously also cultivators, but they didn't know what system it was.

Jiang Mian quickly got up and left the Immortal Residence, not knowing the strength of the other party, it would not be good if he was discovered if he listened to it again.

It's better to be cautious when you first enter the martial arts, and be careful to sail a 10,000-year-old ship.

"But you can go to the auction in the evening." Jiang Mian glanced at the sky, it was still early.

Lin'an Riverside, embroidery lane.

Once born, two ripe, Jiang Mian walked to the Crisp Moon Zhai lightly.

"I don't know how much business Qin Yue has taken for me?" Jiang Mian thought as he walked.

"Brother Jiang!"

Jiang Mian looked back and saw that it was Lu Shounian who had a one-sided relationship at the flower viewing party that night.

The two walked together, and Lu Shounian was very familiar with Jiang Mian's shoulder.

"Brother Jiang, you are too unkind!"

"Ahem! There are some poems below......"

Without waiting for Jiang Mian to finish speaking, Lu Shounian patted Jiang Mian on the shoulder: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

He looked left and right, and asked Jiang Mian expectantly, "How is Miss Qinyue?" After that, he blinked his eyes, and he had the feeling that people in the same way hated to see each other late.

Jiang Mian frowned, he really didn't know how to answer this question.

But he was waiting for Lu Shounian on the side: "I said it with the next one." ”

Jiang Mian said in his heart, I can't say that I made a business plan for one night with the Oiran lady you thought about day and night.

"Could it be you, Brother Jiang?" Lu Shounian seemed to have thought of something, and showed an expression of hatred for iron and steel. Immediately, he patted Jiang Mian on the shoulder again, with a sympathetic expression.

Jiang Mian understood the meaning of this poem.

Grandma's, it's about his reputation.

"Well, what to say." Jiang Mian carefully considered every word: "It's very ...... Moistening. ”