"Giggle......

The roosters crowed one after another.

Zhang Chu woke up from his sleep, and the first thing he saw was Zhiqiu's sleeping little face.

She rested on his arm, her expression calm, her soft snort gently lapping against him, and the pleasant smell of rouge lingered around the tip of his nose.

Beautiful early morning.

He gently hugged Zhiqiu and got up lightly.

Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year.

At this time last year, he had already gone out to visit the head of the Qinglong Gang to pay New Year's greetings.

But this year......

The little old man is gone.

Hou Juntang is no longer the former Hou gang leader.

After all the calculations, there was only one Wu Shi who needed him to make a trip in person.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chu couldn't help but sigh lightly.

He put on his shirt and walked slowly to the front yard.

"Sir, you get up. ”

"Wait a minute, breakfast will be ready in ......"

When the people in the house who got up early to have breakfast, they all greeted him with smiles.

Zhang Chu also nodded to them kindly, and walked all the way into the living room.

After washing, breakfast was not yet ready, there was nothing to do, he simply walked into the yard, jumped on the plum blossom pile, and the blood and qi of the familiar road flowed into his left hand.

"Wave. ”

His left hand trembled slightly, and a stream of crimson blood swayed in his palm.

He only felt a pain in his palm, and he knew that the thirteen bones under his palm had been cracked.

The scorching blood qi poured around the palm and began to refine the thirteen bones.

......

Zhang Chu carefully observed the tempering of his left hand.

"It's a little slower than a tempering. ”

Zhang Chu said secretly in his heart.

When he was refining the fourteen phalanges of his left hand before, he found that the second training was slightly slower than the first training.

The phalanges are one of the smallest bones in the human body.

During a pith practice, it only took him three days to refine a phalange.

After all, he has always maintained the intensity of ten hours a day in his marrow training.

According to the calculation that medicine and wine can save half of the time for practicing the marrow with half the effort, it only takes him one and a half days to refine the fourteen phalanges...... As long as the supply of blood and qi can keep up, the progress of refining fourteen phalanges at a time is the same as refining one phalanx bone at a time.

But when he tempered the phalanges of his left hand before, it took two full days, a quarter of the time.

That is to say, if it is not accelerated with medicinal wine, it will take four days to train the marrow twice and quench a finger bone.

This is to ensure the supply of blood and qi, and maintain the tempering strength for more than ten hours a day.

If you change to those eighth-rank martial artists who do not have enough money to buy tonic medicine to ensure the supply of blood and qi, I am afraid that it will take ten days and half a month to practice the marrow and quench a finger bone for the second time, and it will take six or seven years to insist on the second marrow training and quenching.

Who can stand this?

"Well, the Gaomen Valve must have a secret method that can speed up the cultivation of the marrow, or some kind of auxiliary treasure!"

Zhang Chu thought firmly.

According to the calculation that it takes a quarter more time to train the marrow twice as much than the first practice, it will already take twice as long when the marrow is practiced four times.

This is still calculated according to the time difference between the second and first exercises.

Who knows if the time spent on the third training will be directly doubled on the basis of the second training?

If that's the case, even Zhang Chu, who has a lot of plug-in auxiliary training, may not be able to hold on!

But in this world, there are indeed eight-rank powerhouses who have practiced the marrow many times.

Not to mention, as far as Zhang Chu knows, the martial arts senior who created "Iron Bone Strength" is seven times to practice the marrow!

Therefore, Zhang Chu is sure that there must be a secret method in this world that can speed up the cultivation of the marrow, or some kind of auxiliary treasure.

His conjecture was not unfounded.

In those four jars of medicinal wine, there is a treasure medicine that is beyond the mundane.

There is a way to peek at the whole leopard in the tube, and Zhang Chu saw from that treasure medicine that the water in this world was deeper than he imagined.

"Maybe you can let the children who have entered the various sects inquire about ......"

Zhang Chu moved his left hand and thought secretly.

The human body has two hundred and six bones.

Counting the time saved by the aid of medicine and wine, he tempered five bones at a time on average, and it took an average of three days each time, and it took him more than 120 days to practice the marrow for the second time, that is, more than four months.

This time was too long for him.

Because his goal is not to practice the marrow twice.

His primary goal is four exercises, his advanced goal is seven exercises, and his ultimate goal is nine exercises...... As for how many times to practice the marrow and end the eight products, it depends on the situation.

If the Quadruple Gang can continue to develop steadily, there is no need for him to break through the Qipin Town, of course he is willing to spend more time consolidating the foundation of martial arts in the Bapin.

But if there is a strong enemy that forces him to advance to the seventh grade, then he can only give up the idea of the perfect eighth grade and advance to the seventh rank town first.

Martial arts are dead, and people are alive......

He and the Quadruple Gang have come to this point, and they have formed a solid relationship that complements each other.

There is no way he would give up such a large Quadruple Gang for the sake of perfect martial arts.

Only the continuous development of the Quadruple Gang can support him to a higher martial arts realm.

At this moment, Zhang Chu suddenly heard the sound of a mule outside the gate.

"Brother Mule, it's early. ”

"Morning, did Master Chu get up?"

"Get up and go back to the yard. ”

"Go and give me a ......"

Zhang Chu immediately said: "Mule, come in!"

As his status became higher and higher, the guards of the Zhang Mansion became more and more strict, and there were nine hundred people in the Xuanwu Hall, guarding the Zhang Mansion in three shifts.

And even if it is the old man like the mule and Li Zheng who left the Zhang Mansion before and followed up with their own family, they must now go through the communication first, and no one can step into the Zhang Mansion without permission.

These rules were not dictated by Zhang Chu.

In fact, when a person reaches a certain height, many things no longer need to be arranged by yourself, and there will naturally be countless people racking their brains every day to think about how to make your life more comfortable.

The mule walked into the courtyard quickly, saw Zhang Chu, and said in a solemn voice: "Master Chu, something is wrong." ”

Zhang Chuyi frowned, and jumped down from the plum blossom pile.

Said into the living room. ”

"Yes. ”

The two entered the living room one after the other, and the mule walking behind them also took the door of the living room with them.

"Twelve beacons were lit in the north last night. ”

"Northern Xinjiang is rushing to the counties, and the Xiang army of Beidaying has already marched to northern Xinjiang. ”

The mule didn't talk nonsense and went straight to the point.

Zhang Chu's brows tightened, "Beiban detain?"

"I'm afraid it's worse!"

The mule shook his head solemnly, "The Beiban detains the pass once every few years, and the beacon tower in the north has not burned for more than ten years, and the Xiang army of the Beida camp has not gone to the north for more than ten years. ”

Zhang Chu finally knew why the mule's face was so solemn.

If it's just the North Barbarian buckle.

That's not a big problem, there is the imperial court on top, and he has a four-gang gang to raise some blood and raise a little military spending.

But if the Northern Barbarians enter the customs......

Under the nest, how many eggs are gone?