Bei He quickly returned to Lu Hou's residence, and after pushing the door in, he gave the roast suckling pig in the bamboo basket to the fool's junior brother, who grinned and began to gnaw on it without any food.

Beihe came to the door of Lu Hou's house with a bamboo basket, knocked lightly, and finally pushed it open and stepped into it.

After a few moments, his figure reappeared, but the bamboo basket in his hand had already been left in the room where Lu Hou was.

Glancing at the foolish brother who was eating, he walked into a side room. I saw that on the wall of the side room, there were layers of wooden shelves, on which various bottles and cans were placed.

Beihe first fetched a basin of clean water, and then carefully selected some bottles of different sizes on the wooden shelf, and poured various medicines with different tastes into them. For a while, I saw that the water changed color and bubbled, as if it had been boiled.

After pouring more than a dozen kinds of medicines, either liquid or powder, into it, the water in the basin turned black, and even wisps of light smoke appeared.

Seeing this, Beihe nodded, and put the many bottles and cans back into the wooden shelf, and then he left the side room and came to the attic.

It's time for him to rest today, the foolish junior brother Mo is on duty, and after delivering the meal, it's his free time.

But Beihe did not leave this place, but came to the bluestone courtyard outside the attic. The courtyard is more than ten zhang long and wide, which is not spacious.

At the edge, there is a stone jar three feet high, and a humanoid wooden stake with eight arms.

It is worth noting that in the stone jar is a fine grain of iron sand. The human-shaped stake is also quite peculiar, with an oval underneath and designed to look like a tumbler.

Beihe stood in the center of the courtyard, and saw his body standing like a spear, and his eyes were closed, and he fell into a quiet breath.

At this moment, at first glance, he gave people a feeling of being an old monk in peace, extremely calm.

Before every practice, he had to adjust his state to calm down, so that he could achieve the best practice effect, which was what Lu Hou taught him to do with his foolish disciples.

After he stood there for dozens of breaths, he suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a fierce look in them.

In the next breath, the North River moved.

I saw his body sink down, and after taking a horse step, a straight fist slammed out, and the cuffs rubbed against the air and made a "whoop" sound.

Then his legs swam up quickly, constantly moving in the courtyard, in the process of his hands sometimes clenched into fists, sometimes slashed with palms, the so-called movement is like a rabbit, that's it.

And every time he struck, he was extremely stiff, with a sharp snort.

After a long time, its figure wandered up to the humanoid stake and crossed hands with the dead object, hearing for a moment only the dull sound of thumping.

Because the humanoid stake is designed in the shape of a tumbler, every time it fights, the dead thing will fight back from various tricky angles, and the humanoid stake has eight arms, so it can make it difficult for Beihe's adaptability.

But Rao is like this, the speed of Beihe's attack is getting faster and faster, and correspondingly, the "counterattack" of the humanoid stake is also getting faster and faster, and in the end, I can only see his fists almost pulling out the afterimage.

You must know that he is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and the speed and power of this kind of attack is often a level that only a martial artist in the late stage of the Force Realm can reach.

Of course, Beihe is a freak who was born with a wisp of true qi in his body, but he can't send and receive the wisp of disobedient true qi in his body from his heart, and he can't handle it with common sense.

The fight with the humanoid wooden stake lasted for half a cup of tea, and at a certain moment, the eyes of Beihe, who were sharp-eyed, flashed with a fine light, and at this time he suddenly let out a low drink.

"Drink!"

Then tap the ground with your left foot, spin your body in place, and slam a roundhouse kick with your right foot.

But with a loud bang, the blow hit the arm of the humanoid stake right in the chest of the humanoid stake just as it was about to fall on him.

Suddenly, I saw a human-shaped wooden stake flying out at a height of a few feet, smashing a few feet away, and there was a shallow footprint in the position where it was kicked by Beihe.

This humanoid stake is made of fine ironwood, and not only is it extremely strong, but it weighs a little heavier than real metal, weighing hundreds of pounds. But under his foot, he flew directly out of a few feet, and ordinary people would be surprised when they saw it.

At this point, Beihe also stopped standing up, and as he stood in place, his chest rose and fell, constantly gasping.

Glancing at the human-shaped stake that landed a few feet away, he immediately closed his eyes, as if sensing something.

It wasn't until a long time later that Beihe opened his eyes, and at this time there was a hint of annoyance on his face.

Just now he was trying to sense the wisp of true qi in his body, but as before, there was no result.

The reason why the power of his kick could kick a humanoid stake weighing hundreds of catties away was precisely because the wisp of true qi in his body was mobilized by him.

It's just that when he wanted to sense this thing carefully, that wisp of true qi was already dormant in his body. Bei He only knew the approximate location of this thing in his body, but he couldn't find the specific location, let alone mobilize this wisp of true qi.

In other words, he, a Qi Realm martial artist, is time-splitting, and sometimes spiritual.

"Hey......"

After shaking his head, Beihe sighed.

Although he was disappointed, he was not discouraged, because in the past few years, through a lot of eating, practicing, and refining every inch of flesh and skin of his body, he had gone from not being able to sense that wisp of true qi at the beginning, to now being able to roughly perceive the position of this wisp of true qi in his body.

From this point, it can be seen that he has made progress, and I believe that if he continues like this, one day he will be able to accurately find this wisp of true qi and use this thing.

After exhaling a turbid breath, Beihe came to the stone jar, then took a deep breath and took a solid step.

I saw him roll up his sleeves, revealing his slender five fingers, and let out another low roar, and the five fingers were like daggers, inserted into the iron sand of the stone jar, making a strange friction sound.

When the palm of his hand was inserted into the iron sand, Beihe's face showed a clear trace of pain. But he clenched his teeth, alternating left and right, inserting his palms into them again and again.

What he cultivated was a martial art called Iron Sand Palm, which made a pair of fleshy palms as hard as daggers and easily pierced into the bodies of others. In hand-to-hand combat, it can definitely play a killer role.

At first, Bei He's speed of inserting his palms into the iron sand was not fast, but as time went by, his movements began to rise rapidly, and a pair of fleshy palms continued to be inserted into the iron sand, and the painful expression on his face became more and more obvious.

What he has to do now is to train a pair of palms to be invulnerable, and when he can control the wisp of true qi in his body and pour the true qi into the palms of his hands, the power of the iron sand palm is not only simple to penetrate other people's bodies, I am afraid that even armor and even shields can be torn apart.

I don't know how long it took, Beihe's movements were abrupt.

I saw that at this time, his palms were soaked in iron sand and blackened as ink, and the tip of the longest middle finger of his left hand also appeared with a wisp of blood, dripping down.

When cultivating the Iron Sand Palm, he had to stop every time he was just injured, otherwise if he continued to practice, it would only have the opposite effect.

After stopping his hand, Beihe stopped and rested for a while, then turned around and returned to the attic, and stepped into the side room, came to the stone basin containing the medicinal liquid, and put a pair of black and reddish flesh palms into the already cold medicinal liquid, soaking.

After practicing the iron sand palm, it must be soaked in medicinal solution, so that the palm can be restored and will not become a thick look full of calluses.

This is not only for the sake of aesthetics, but more importantly, a pair of seemingly ordinary palms is always smaller than a pair of calloused palms.

Bei He soaked his palms for an hour, and finally he took them back, and cleaned his palms with water, at this time, the injuries on his fingertips were no longer bleeding, and the qi and blood of the cultivators were strong, and at most one day's work, this small injury could be recovered.

Tomorrow he should be on duty, and he just doesn't have to practice.

And this is the daily life of Beihe and Modu after returning to the Lanshan Sect.

In addition to serving Lu Hou's daily life, it is cultivation. The two of them are extremely talented, and they are extremely young, and with Lu Hou's training, they will definitely not be in the pool in the future.

......

A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and in the midst of these days, a major event occurred in the Arashiyama Sect. The murderer of Elder Yan Hong has been found.

For this reason, some people from the sect specially invited Beihe, the person who gave Yan Hong's autopsy that day, to the Xingfa Hall of the Lanshan Sect as a witness to attend the trial of the murderer.