The purple sky darkened completely, and the twenty-eight nights were lit up in turn, and part of the land of Zhuxia entered the night, and the sky full of stars twinkled in the night.

In the height of summer.

Even when the golden crow fell, the earth was still hot, and the steaming heat made people uncomfortable, like a fire rising from the soles of their feet and drilling into their hearts.

At this time, most people hide in the house to enjoy the coolness.

Prepare some cool fruits from the well, eat them coolly, and then sit under the fruit trees planted in the yard to rest, and shake the pampas and shake the hammock, which is really a beautiful enjoyment in the middle of summer. Usually at this time, the neighbors will get together to share melons and fruits, play chess and cards, and then chat about some gossip.

Unless it's really important.

Otherwise, during the period when the chickens return to the cage, few people will choose to travel.

So when Wu Mian passed the wall of his neighbors under the pretext of running, he could hear some interesting gossip.

For example, which family is quarreling again, who lost something today, the goods brought by the merchants have been good and sometimes, where are the green skins of the Tiger Head Gang fighting, and it seems that who is stealing chickens and touching dogs. And the most frequently heard word by Wu Mourning today should be a bad gambler.

This goddamn shameless person pestered his brother and sister, making the two families jump recently.

His parents are afraid of death, and it is difficult to look at them.

When the townspeople of Nantang mentioned this rotten gambler, they would basically give a mouthful of spit, and at the same time warn their families not to go to the gambling house, let alone touch the loan of the Tiger Head Gang. When the donkey rolls, it is impossible to pay it back, even if it is paid back for a while, those gang members also have the means to make you pay it back, and they have been eating interest.

After Wu Mourning walked around, he thought that the rotten gambler might evaporate in another ten days and a half months.

This kind of thing has happened more than once, but there will always be people who can't resist the temptation to play with two hands in the Golden Cave, thinking that it is okay to play with only two hands.

Walk towards the middle of nowhere, at the end of town.

On weekdays, no one will come here except for the fishing guys, and it is relatively cool near the Zhenhe River, which is suitable for martial arts to practice. After glancing around that there were no anglers fighting, Wu Mian found a glade to concentrate.

'System. ’

【Mourning】

【Robbery: 2 (Gray)】

[Repair: Do not enter the stream]

[Practice: Thirteen Swords in Trap (First Layer)]

[Holder: Tai'a]

'Thirteen swords are trapped, and there are eight styles of holding swords according to the positive and negative of yin and yang. ’

Wu Mourning casually folded a branch, instead of the short sword to practice the eight styles of holding the sword, he had memorized the exercises, and he soon entered the practice of sword movement, footwork and posture.

From simple to complex, from easy to difficult.

The transformation of the upper, middle and lower three sets is direct and natural, with strong steps, steady body, and fast hands, so that you can kill the enemy and protect yourself on the battlefield.

The six qi of the hand, eye, body and spirit are one, and the rigidity and softness are combined. From muddy and obscure, to the whole person is as relaxed as a cloud, and the qi and blood are stimulated by it, then this initial practice is considered a success.

Wu Mourning's physical fitness and coordination are not bad, plus he has practiced many times in his mind, and he has simply trapped the thirteen swords, after he practiced four or five times, he found the so-called cloud freehand, and the movements are smooth and natural.

Tingling and a warm sensation began to appear in the body.

In particular, the warmth of the limbs and waist is very noticeable.

This is the root of the strength of the warrior.

Blood!

The body will continue to strengthen under the stimulation, handling, and growth of qi and blood, until it steps into the enlightenment. According to the description of the Thirteen Swords of the Trap Formation, martial arts is a process of developing the secret treasures of the human body, stimulating the human body through blood and qi, sensing the aura of heaven and earth, condensing true power, gradually tapping the potential of the human body, and giving birth to all kinds of incredible powers and supernatural powers.

It is a transcendent process of holiness, a path to the limit.

Wu Mourning, who was addicted to martial arts training, suddenly flashed a trace of doubt in his mind.

Judging from the information he knows, although the Zhuxia army does have masters who can fly the eaves and walk the walls, open the stele and crack the stones, they are far from the powerful warriors described in the Later Song Dynasty Gongfa, not to mention the strong men who stand in the sky like the heavenly immortals and Buddhas in the illusion.

There must have been some big problems that led to the current situation.

Maybe it has something to do with the environment.

Now that ghosts have emerged, if you can temper your qi and blood and enter the Qizang realm, it proves that everything is actually changing.

Shielding distracting thoughts, Wu Mourning exercised his body wholeheartedly.

He was like a martial arts idiot, flexibly and naturally repeating every exercise action, from sword grip, sword movement, footwork to body method, and soon he was sweating like rain. And the more he exercised, the more Wu Mian felt that the warmth on his body was slowly growing, from a small squirming to an obvious peristalsis.

This kind of high-intensity full-body workout made Wu Mourning stop to rest almost every half an hour, and take a few gulps of the sugar water he brought out.

The effect of tempering the body and stimulating qi and blood is very obvious!

The cultivation of the thirteen swords made Wu Mourning feel that he was getting stronger, and this kind of pleasure of the body being drilled through the limit little by little, and the strength brought by mastering his body step by step is very addictive, especially when the qi and blood are stimulated, Wu Mourning does not have to force himself, he can persevere.

The wheezing and whirling of air through the groves lasted for about three hours.

Wu Mourning, who was so tired that the beads of sweat fell on his eyelids and he didn't have the strength to wipe them, finally determined that he had reached the limit of a round of exercise, and it was best to keep it slow until his strength recovered.

Whether you sit down to rest or continue to practice, you will hurt your body.

Wu Mourning has his own way of diverting attention.

'System! ’

[Repair: Do not enter the stream]

[Practice: Thirteen Swords in Trap (First Layer)]

The system that came and went immediately immediately gave Wu Mourning a resounding response, and also implicitly told Wu Mourning to stop thinking about the kind of thing that wants to eat farts because he is a peerless genius who is unique in ten thousand.

Although it was expected, when he saw the unchanged system panel, Wu Mian couldn't help but grit his teeth.

There must have been a change in myself.

But that change is not enough to make the system panel change, which practice is not summer practice, winter practice, more than 360 days a year, keep it continuous to have outstanding achievements.

In fact.

According to the prompts of the system, Wu Mourning can still add points to the thirteen swords of the trap formation, and the remaining 2 points of robbery (ash) can be added to the second layer, or it may be the third layer.

But at present, there is no stable source of robbery, and it is a little less to use it, and he has no imminent worries, and the black-clothed ghost does not look like he is coming to him, so Wu Mourning wants to save a little and use good steel on the blade.

"I really want to beat the black-clothed ghost to death and see how many robberies I can take." ’

Wu Mourning instinctively sprouted a fierce intent, he had not seen blood, and the cage in his heart had already been smashed.

"No, no, it's too reckless, bear with it first." ’

"Hooked! Hooked! It's a big carry! ”

Vaguely hearing the excited shouts of the angler in the distance, Wu Mian also curled the corners of his mouth.

He's going to get stronger and stronger.