The golden crow is newborn, and the sun is warm.

It rained heavily for several days, and then the weather was unusually good.

The city washed by heavy rain is exceptionally fresh.

Changqing Street, Taixi City, a breakfast shop.

Although it is only a corner of the entire county, it also shows the life of this world.

The young man in a long robe glared at his young son and scolded him to go to the school, only to have his son's eyes wider than his.

The aunt of the crossed her waist and reprimanded her husband for fooling around last night.

The two old men sat opposite each other, carefully holding a bowl of porridge across the table and sucking it, chatting for a while about which Qinglou's popular top brand ran away.

For a while, he chatted about the rare heavy rain last night, talked about the weather in the past few days, and complained about whether the Dragon King was in a bad mood recently.

The old man Han, the owner of the paving, was kneading the dough on the counter at the back, the wrinkles on his face were piled up, and he looked at the guests seated with a smile and a satisfied face.

It was an ordinary morning, not much different from the afterlife.

And the only difference is that young people educate their children to be beggars if they don't go to school, and the two old men are chatting angrily, mixed with some strange words such as whether the dragon king is angry, immortal master fights, etc.

In this regard, Shen Xiu was no stranger.

After all, this is a world where Buddhism, Taoism, and demons coexist, and even the Dragon King is a big man with his feet, which is not an unacceptable thing.

Shen Xiu in the sunshine sat quietly in the breakfast shop not far from the Jinhong Martial Arts Pavilion, ordered a basket of steamed buns, and waited slowly while lazily staring at the crowd coming and going on the street.

Practicing martial arts all day, it's rare to take a break now.

In this city, there are not so many tasks for them to do, and Shen Xiu has stayed in the martial arts hall for the past two days, only going out once in a while.

This martial art practice is simply not too cool.

Today's Shen Xiu has also swelled, and he has to have two bowls of soy milk in the morning.

Shen Xiu had eaten other breakfast shops on this street, but only this steamed bun made by Old Man Han was very suitable for his appetite, white and big.

Now as a second-realm martial cultivator, the energy provided by these is negligible, and he can't add anything.

He came to eat, just to satisfy the familiar appetite of the tongue.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't be so fond of eating breakfast at this breakfast shop.

It's just that I don't know what the reason is, Old Man Han closed the shop a few days ago, and he didn't open until today, this is the first time Shen Xiu has come since returning to Taixi City.

Old Man Han didn't let Shen Xiu wait long, and after a basket of meat buns had just been steamed, he pulled a basket of hot meat buns from those steamers and prepared to serve them to Shen Xiu's table.

"My lord, your bun is ready."

Old man Han's back was a little bent, I don't know if it was because of his age, he walked a little tremblingly, and his hand holding the bun was a little trembling.

Looking at such an old man, Shen Xiu didn't ask the old man to come over, and went to get it alone.

However, Shen Xiu's actions seemed to have caused some kind of offense to Old Man Han.

Old Man Han's face flashed with fear, and he hurriedly shouted, "Your Excellency can't help it, you can't help it." ”

In his eyes, the other party was wearing a practice robe and had a brave breath, it was obvious that he was the martial artists who were dancing with knives and guns, and how dare he let the other party do it himself.

If you don't want to offend, it's a trivial matter to get beaten.

In this regard, Shen Xiu felt a little sad for no reason, smiled and ignored the old man.

He took a basket of meat buns from his hand, then sat down by the window and ate by himself.

The steamed buns made by Old Man Han taste good, but one thing that makes him feel pity is that there are no dumplings here.

Not only Old Man Han here, but also on this bustling Changqing Street, Shen Xiu also deliberately searched for it.

If there are dumplings and pot stickers, Shen Xiu will feel no regrets at this time.

At this time, the conversation of several people next to him attracted Shen Xiu's attention.

"Have you heard about the incident in Tianshui Village, it is said that the white bone demon who wandered a few days ago slaughtered the village, and now the village is dead, leaving Sen Sen's bones, and it has completely become a dead place......

"I was going to pick up a pharmacist in the village last week, but then I had something to do temporarily, so I quit the hire and didn't go, which is really dangerous......

The tone of the latecomer's speech was obviously filled with the joy of the rest of his life.

"I said when will this white bone demon be solved, I don't know what the strength of that thing is?"

"Three realms? The Four Realms? ”

"The ghost knows, I still have to rely on the adults of the Hanging Sword Division, I heard that they have already arrived in our Taixi City before, and I saw those two people go to the Golden Rainbow Martial Arts Pavilion just now, it seems that they are looking for some people......"

"Do the adults of the Hanging Sword Division still need manpower? Doesn't it mean that the one with the lowest strength is also the martial cultivator of the Three Realms......"

"It's just a matter of finding some disciples to fight, and I really hope to find some combat power......

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The surroundings slowly passed into Shen Xiu's ears intermittently, and he was about to return to the martial arts hall, and when he heard the last sentence of the conversation, he actually stopped.

The Hanging Sword Division of Shanglin City, which was an official institution of the Dajing Dynasty.

It is one of his important responsibilities to deal with events that ordinary people can't handle, such as killing demons and demons, fierce beasts and evil spirits.

He had already seen the figure of the White Bone Demon, and it was not clear whether the Hanging Sword Division could deal with him, and it was naturally not a good thing for those people to go to the martial arts hall.

At present, he doesn't want to mix.

Before the world outside the city was clear, he still stayed in the city honestly.

His thoughts now.

In addition to becoming stronger, it is to make yourself stronger.

When he became no longer able to face the white bone demon, he didn't even have the power to resist at all.

When the new month arrived, Shen Xiu received the five Peiyuan soup that came with the martial arts hall and started a new round of boxing practice.

Duan Jiao Xi taught him the follow-up supporting method of subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger, and after he entered the five realms this time, after the realm of perfection, he already had the potential to subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger.

The power of the fist is surging, and the power is endless.

Now that he is now, I am afraid that he can already punch a second-realm martial arts cultivation child.

He wanted to see what kind of strength the Six Realms after the Dragon Surrender and Tiger Skill were raised.

After swimming along the Lishui River and practicing boxing for several days, he found a good place to wade into the river and practice boxing between the turbulent currents.

The resistance in water is more than ten times that in air, and it is more difficult to move in it.

As a result, the difficulty of practicing boxing and tempering the body has increased exponentially, and at the same time, the progress obtained has also doubled.

It's just that people are practicing, and Shen Xiu discovers a strange place, he finds that the flow of the Lishui River seems to be different from other places.

Often sometimes he throws his fist, and there is the same, the water power returns, and even more vigorously than he swings, saying that it is a wave, but it is not like a wave.