When Su Mo arrived home, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, a little later than usual.

He quietly opened the door, but saw an orange light shining in the room, and a faint voice sounded in the living room:

“…… If you want to marry, you must marry the best man in the world and marry him......"

Stepping through the entrance, I saw a woman with a black mist condensed all over her body sitting on the sofa, watching TV intently.

"Where's Little Dream?"

"I'm already asleep after watching Ultraman."

The handmaiden rose from the sofa, and her beautiful figure and crystal jade hands were unobstructed.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't be eating at home tonight?"

Su Mo glanced at the five dishes and one soup on the table covered with a dust-proof vegetable cover.

The hand girl said softly:

"I'm afraid you won't be able to eat enough, so I made some more, and if you can't eat tonight, you can eat tomorrow."

"That's a coincidence, I only ate seven bowls of beef noodles at night, which is really not enough."

Su Mo smiled slightly.

The mist on the hand girl's body swayed slightly, and she was quite happy to get busy.

Ordinary people usually use a microwave oven for hot dishes, but it is not so troublesome in his house.

I saw the handmaiden uncover the transparent vegetable cover, her hands brushed slightly in the air, and the five dishes and one soup on the table immediately seemed to have just been heated, exuding a strong fragrance and overflowing heat.

Su Mo sat down at the table, and the handmaiden handed over the rice cooker in a timely manner.

The crystal rice was piled to the brim, and a small hole was dug at the edge, which was obviously eaten by Xiaomeng.

Su Mo took the rice cooker and started a new round of sweeping on the dishes on the table.

When you have eaten and drunk enough, the water in the bathroom is also put away.

Su Mo threw the clothes into the dirty laundry basket, and the handmaiden came to the washing machine with the dirty laundry basket, and then cleaned up the dining table.

After taking a comfortable bath, he walked to the table while wiping his hair.

The Biluochun on the table has been soaked, picked it up and drank it gently, only to feel that the whole body is full of pleasure to the bones.

Looking at the clean and tidy little home, Su Mo inexplicably sighed with emotion.

Think about what a bad life I had when I worked in my previous life.

Now, although he has unimaginable power and wealth in his previous life.

But if it is really him who lives alone, with his big temperament, I am afraid that he may not be able to live much better than in his previous life.

This home really needs a gentle and virtuous hostess.

It was a wise decision to kidnap her back in the first place.

It's a pity that I didn't bring back much suitable weird food during this time, but I'm a little sorry for her.

As the head of the family, it is really a bit dereliction of duty.

I hope those weirdos outside can have more eyesight and take the initiative to come to his bowl.

Su Mo finished his tea, turned off the light, and walked directly upstairs.

There are three bedrooms on the second floor and a children's room to the left.

Su Mo unfolded the vacuum field and quietly touched it.

I saw a small solid wood patchwork toy bed on the pink children's bed.

This toy bed was bought by Su Mo on the Internet, and he accidentally bought it big at that time, and bought it fifty centimeters long.

Give Xiaomeng a four-meter-long bed that is almost equivalent to an adult of 1.8 meters.

But Xiaomeng likes this bed a lot, and she has to sleep on this bed at noon and night, covered with the little Ultraman quilt she likes.

I don't know what this baby is all about, but I like Ultraman so much.

Su Mo saw that she was sleeping soundly with the little dolphin in her arms, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she walked out silently.

Standing in front of the handmaiden's bedroom, Su Mo wanted to go in and have a look, but finally chose to give up.

He returned to the empty master bedroom and took out the book of the Secret Martial Arts that had been traded for half a bag of stone powder.

It was a palm-sized booklet, no thicker than a finger, made of neither gold nor silver, but very tough.

If you think about it, if it weren't for this special material, I am afraid it would not have been able to last that long.

On the cover of the booklet is a special text that reads "Cloud Breaking Fist".

According to Chen Shuo, this kind of writing is called [Yiwen], which is a kind of writing that has been circulated in the ancient cultivation circles.

Generally, it is written with spiritual power or spiritual will, which can well convey the meaning and feelings of the writer.

Even people who don't know this script can easily grasp its meaning when they come into contact with it.

This is also the reason why many ancient traditions have not been completely severed.

At this moment, looking at the words on the cover, Su Mo felt a strong momentum from it.

It was a kind of domineering self-esteem and pride.

This is not an illusion, but the writer's will to integrate his own martial arts.

If you can't comprehend this martial will, you will definitely not be able to learn this book of secret martial arts for a long time.

Su Mo opened the cover, and the words inside were painted with iron and silver hooks, and the momentum was compelling, and there was even a certain fist intent hidden in many words, which was the essence of the Cloud Breaking Fist, and it was also the reason why this book of secret martial arts could only be practiced by one person.

Because once the fist intent is absorbed, it is just an ordinary booklet.

Su Mo watched the text explanation while absorbing the fist intent.

A thin booklet, he flipped through almost all night.

Waiting until the sky was about to dawn and the morning glow was full of sky, Su Mo slowly closed the last page.

He closed his eyes slightly at the table, and there were countless meanings tumbling and colliding in his mind.

There are also countless battle scenes and capacity details using Cloud Breaking Fist.

The martial arts powerhouse who wrote this book of Cloud Breaking Fist is named Zhen Nantian.

At the peak of his cultivation, he was comparable to an 8th-order cultivator, and one punch was enough to smash a boulder a hundred zhang away.

According to Zhen Nantian's estimate, when the Cloud Breaking Fist is cultivated to the highest level expected, one punch can even shatter the clouds in the sky.

Referring to ordinary martial arts, it takes years of water grinding to really enter the house.

Cultivating the Secret Martial Arts is naturally quite time-consuming, even if there is a strong person of the previous generation to guide the entry, if you want to reach the top of the realm, it must take a long time to study hard, and in addition, there is no such thing as a unique talent.

But for Su Mo, it doesn't need to be so complicated, just add points.

The bonus points here are not attribute points, but skill points that are additionally rewarded by the system.

Accumulating one, ten, one hundred, and one thousand orders in food delivery will trigger career achievements and reward skill points.

Skill points can be used to practice all kinds of martial arts, medicine, cooking, and other skills.

Theoretically, he could even master the cultivator's spells by adding points, but he couldn't use them without spiritual power in his body.

"Except for the skills that have spent 50 points on learning Bajiquan, boiling eggs, whistling, snapping fingers, etc., I still have 516 skill points left that I have not used, which should be enough to cultivate Cloud Breaking Fist to the highest level."

"Now let me see your limits!"

Su Mo didn't hesitate and immediately started to add points.

Consume 1 point to master the first tier.

Consume 5 points to master the second tier.

Spend 10 points to master the third tier.

Spend 20 points to master the fourth tier.

……

Consume 130 points, the ninth layer of the Great Perfection.

After mastering the ninth layer expected by Zhen Nantian through adding points, in an instant, Su Mo felt that all the essence of the fist intent in his mind suddenly fused into one, and an unprecedented comprehension took shape in his heart, it was the highest meaning of the Cloud Breaking Fist, and its name was [Cloud Breaking Strike], which was the peak that Zhen Nantian had never climbed after spending his whole life's efforts.

Su Mo pushed open the window, following the impulse in his heart, he looked at the morning glow in the east, and a punch burst out.

It was like a blazing thunderbolt exploding in the air, waking up the entire city.

A ferocious and domineering fist intent tore through the red-orange morning glow.

Looking at the brilliant sunlight shining through the remnant clouds, Su Mo muttered to himself:

"You can really break the clouds......"