I hung in the hammock, snapping my fingers for nothing, and the breath popped out of my fingertips an inch to three inches.

I barely slept after dawn, and yesterday's three fights still have me tossing and turning with excitement. A very high goal has to be broken down into several steps, and three athletes are a transitional goal that I can jump on with my hard work – and the fierce battle with them has paid off for me.

Lu Kewu believes that you can only achieve success if you devote yourself to martial arts, but I think that it can be practiced well as a fun and interesting thing. In addition to my father's stick oppression and survival needs for ten years, I feel that practicing for fun is the fundamental motivation for me to practice martial arts.

I think the persistent martial arts he understands are narrow-minded, and the martial arts he plays are also martial arts.

I have read and heard a lot of biographies of great masters in the martial arts era, not all of them are murderers with tendons, and there is no shortage of great masters who play martial arts as tricks.

Playing is the right path for me.

So I have a game mentality to reflect on yesterday's matchup.

Legend has it that only the warriors at the upper level of the foundation can unleash the strength of a real blade, because they are all connected, and they can use their thoughts to guide the qi of their bodies to concentrate on several parts of their body, and realize the kind of strength that has condensed the steel blade.

The opponent of the great realm of building the foundation can judge it, but the more detailed level needs to be evaluated in actual combat. Although I have already started to practice the Tiangang acupoint, which can be regarded as the upper layer of foundation building, my martial arts are not worthy of the level of the upper layer of foundation building. If I don't report the number of acupuncture points I have practiced (I just don't report it), the three of them, and even Wang Qitai, think that I only have the level of building the middle layer of the foundation, and I can temporarily and partially change the musculoskeletal shrinkage by dying to death.

In other words, if I spend my brains, I can still make my own inch of strength - yesterday I have almost deeply experienced the "taste" of the inch strength on the Yuan Limit Spirit Snake Fist.

In my dazed dreams, I also saw the strength of an invisible sword aura.

Excited for a moment, I opened my eyes and began to recall the scene of the battle with Yuan Limit.

I naughtily snapped my fingers, three thousand times from day to afternoon, and finally made my own inches: the original inches.

(During this time, I also conjured a three-foot-long qi sword (I cut off my "qi sword" without any damage when I palmed it horizontally—something tangible and insubstantial), and passed qi through a wooden table to make a still saucer dance, all of which were tricky entertainments.) ）

The reason why I say it is the original inch strength is because my inch strength can also come with flames and arcs.

- That's right, I attached the fire and thunder spells to the energy of the inch.

The strength of the inch came out from my fingertips, and the ten fingers were like ten steel thorns three inches long, and after attaching the flames and arcs, the invisible steel thorns grew two inches longer, becoming five inches long.

Unlike the electric spear, which only had ten breaths left, the original form consumed very little spiritual root vitality. As long as I read my hair, I can fix a five-inch Shenfeng on my ten fingers almost permanently.

I experimented with the steel plate a little, once welding half an inch of steel plate with the original inch, and digging a hole in the steel plate on the other hand.

- Another secret weapon, this trick is not a problem to dig out the hearts of the Tsukiki warriors: their bodies are only as strong as steel.

But if I encounter a Jindan warrior, I can't be so public: the Jindan warrior will probably cut off the base of my finger a moment before I stretch out my claw - or an electric spear insurance some distance apart.

"Knock! knock!"

I put away my little paw and looked at the wall clock by the way: Shen Shi was still a moment away, and the fleet was almost on the golden sand beach of the North Island.

Murong Zhi changed into a dress with wide sleeves and long sleeves, urging me, and I looked at the glass mirror just as the crown emerged from the cabin.

"Did you heal from yesterday's injuries?" she asked.

"Well, the meat has all grown back. ”

"Why are the index fingers of the left and right hands so swollen?" Murong Zhi's heart was as careful as a hair, and soon she caught a glimpse of the swollen bubbles left by my practice for a long time.

"I was bitten by mosquitoes on the island. This ghost god, there are mosquitoes in early winter!" I wanted to hide my secret weapon to surprise her, so I casually said a word, retracted my hand into my big sleeve, and quickly changed the topic,

"Did you sleep well this morning? ”

"In general, I didn't sleep well, so I seized the time to read a book about cultivation for a long time. ”

- It's rare that she still reads hard in such a busy time, and I asked her what kind of fun books she has.

"It's called "Spiritual Root Destiny Measurement", which is a booklet that looks at the spiritual root to measure temperament, which is very accurate. ”

I was speechless for a while - ordinary women, young and old, love to measure bone and palmistry, and believe in numerology (my mother often uses the I Ching to tell fortunes). Unexpectedly, Murong Zhi was not exempt from vulgarity.

"One life, two fortunes, three feng shui, the ancients did not deceive me. "Linggen Fortune Measurement" is very reasonable, if you have time, you might as well take a look. The real physiognomy is not a fabrication of charlatans, but a summary of thousands of years of physiognomy statistics of countless sentient beings. The book I found in the library, "Spiritual Root Fortune Measurement", is rumored to be the experience of a certain Jindan elder of the Dragon and Tiger Sect who has identified countless immortal seedlings. It is said that after contacting people for a long time and understanding his personality, you can guess his spiritual root type, and vice versa. ”

I half-believed and half-suspiciously took the "Linggen Fortune Measurement" handed by Murong Zhi, and casually flipped through the booklet while walking to the deck with her.

Normal people have the root of the five qi, but the quality is different.

"Spiritual Root Fortune Measurement" is basically a text with pictures, which is in line with my reading interests: each white drawing draws the roots of the five qi into five peaks in a circle, and arranges them clockwise according to the five roots of earth, metal, water, wood, and fire to form a clock face. The best spiritual root is the highest grade peak, the upper grade spiritual root is the second highest peak, the middle grade spiritual root is the middle peak, the ordinary five-qi root is the low hill, and the waste firewood five-qi root is the mound.

My main spiritual root is the golden spiritual root, and the secondary spiritual root is fire and wood, and the water spiritual root and earth spiritual root. The primary spiritual root dominates the personality, while the secondary primary spiritual root implicitly influences the decisions of specific situations.

Jin Linggen's yang side is decisive, and the yin side is paranoia - well, I basically don't drag my feet in things, and sometimes it's really twisty and unpleasant.

The yang side of the fire spirit root is hot blood, and the yin side is impulsive. The yang side of the wood is soft, and the yin side is easy to compromise - well, indeed, sometimes I am irritable and don't know what to do, and if a gentle beauty says something soft to me, I may become a good talker.

I flipped to Murong Zhi's spiritual root type:

People who have only one main spiritual root have a relatively monotonous personality, the yang side of the earth spiritual root is stable and generous, and the yin side is dark and gloomy.

- It's a bit of a doorway, Murong Zhi is obviously the yin side of Tu Linggen.

This book is very interesting, and I want to read it.

I put the book in the vows.

The deck was already bustling with people.

Civilian officials such as Wang Qitai and Deputy Envoy Xueren all wore dignified and solemn dresses, and many soldiers did not wear armor, but wore military attaché uniforms.

The building ship is mighty, and the flag is clear. The trumpets blow and the banners move with the hunting wind.

It vaguely reminds people of the previous Chinese Central Dynasty sending missions to the subject countries and Fanbang to comfort and pacify.

It's just that it seems that our mission is negotiating as a weak party, rather than a strong party to surrender, and the atmosphere is a bit grotesque.

Murong Zhi and I are both nominally Wang Qitai's attendants, and we both stand behind him.

I took a clairvoyant mirror and pretended to look at the golden sand beach not far away.

The waves crashed against the golden sand, the sand grains were fine and white, the palms were tall, the canopies were like canopies, and there were many palm-sized sea crabs emerging from the bunkers. The aura here is very good, and compared to here, the South Island is really heaven and earth.

It's a great beach court, and you won't get tired of playing Kemari for a few days and nights.

I suddenly felt a little homesick for the Central Plains.

"The back waves of the river hit the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach. I hummed softly, and Murong Zhi pinched me hard.

"Strict sù point. She said.

There are 500 indigenous samurai standing on the golden sand beach in full armor, led by a fierce man, who actually wears an iron armor that is rare for the samurai of Shunshui Town (but for my newly developed original inch, his iron armor is still a papier-mâché thing).

"This is Aung San's deputy to Bao Yan, the mountain of trees. Aung San Bao Yan has been in retreat since the war with my brother. The matter of the peace talks was that he approached us. He is the upper echelon of the foundation, and his combat power is no less than four strong generals, and he is a martial artist who can really fight. Xueren reminded.

- I can defeat three athletes, even such a mountain of trees. If I could, I would have killed him right away.

I pouted, putting the idea of fighting on hold for now. Wang Qitai had told him that the purpose of the mission was only to go to the Falling Star Valley to stand by before the day of the blood sacrifice, and it would be ten days later to do it.

The Arbor Mountain and nearly a hundred samurai boarded a few clippers and cleaved the waves towards our flagship.

The clipper was still ten feet away from the flagship, and the mountain of arbor trees jumped up like a big bird and jumped straight onto the flagship.

His murderous aura was released without restraint, and a few nearby Huaxia soldiers did not dare to look up at all.

Sanjian was ordered to meet Zhongyuan Limited, and was pushed away by the Arbor Mountain.

I know that his hand injury from yesterday has not healed, but a push from the claws of the Arbor Mountain just now pulled five open cuts on his steely muscles.

"It's Talon. This guy's kung fu is on ten fingers. Lu Kewu gave us an analysis, he made a look, and several soldiers made a hug of them.

"Hugh is reckless!"

Xueren drank angrily, and everyone retreated helplessly.

Several of the retinue warriors of the Arbor Mountain ascended to our flagship.

The mountain of arbors was pale, and he arrogantly taught Wang Qitailai in the indigenous language. I know that Wang Qitai is a well-cultivated Confucian student, but despite this, his face has become ugly.

"What is he talking about?" Qiao Mu Zhishan said quickly and urgently, and my indigenous language was not so good, so he asked Murong Zhi.

He ...... He said that Elder Xueren had promised in the previous small negotiations that we in Shunshui Town would follow the surrender etiquette of the Central Plains - the whole ship would be vegetarian, wear mourning clothes, carry a coffin, and plead guilty to the Aung San tribe. How can you dress like this? ......”

- In my heart, the mountain of arbors is already a dead man.

I looked back at Gakuhito, and Gakuin's eyes were fixed on the deck.

"Brother Xueren, isn't that what you told me before?"

Wang Qitai also asked the dead fat man in a puzzled whisper.

All eyes were on Xueren.

Xueren's face was embarrassed, and he walked around behind Wang Qitai.

"Poof!"

- I can't believe it's happening.

A thin blade pierced through Wang Qitai's back to his chest, and before he could make a sound, Xueren kicked him into the sea.

A golden pill was killed.

The crowd hadn't had time to make a noise yet.

Xueren shouted:

"Quickly take down all the chaotic parties!"

It slammed into my back like a hammer, and I collapsed to the ground.

Murong Zhi was also knocked to the ground.

I saw three ships of the Chinese encircling the flagship. Two hundred and fifty samurai controlled the other half of the samurai. Yan Zhili wanted to rise up, and was taken down by the Yuan Limit Raid. The whole process was completed in a very short time, and the main messenger behind the scenes has been planning for a long time.

Lu Kewu respectfully reported to the Arbor Mountain and Xueren:

"The leaders of the rebellious party in Shunshui Town who oppose the naturalization of your ministry have been suppressed. I also ask the Elder of Arbor Mountain to say good words to the Great Chief of Aung San, leaving us obedient people an ant life, and we will no longer dare to have rebellious thoughts!"

The mountain of arbor glanced around, nodded in satisfaction,

"Very good, two hundred and fifty people are all strong, and they can go to fill the blood of the mountain gods. The other 250 people can change the name of the Aung San tribe, and you will be my people from now on. Aung San Xueren, Aung San Kavu, you have done a great job! Ten days later, you can all participate in the blood sacrifice. ”

Xue Renmei smiled,

"Elder Qiqi Arbor Mountain, it turns out that Wang Qitai is still going to hide weapons in that big wooden ox, so that he can secretly distribute weapons to the rebel party on the day of the blood sacrifice ceremony. Now that the hatch has been sealed by my order, you can use this wooden cow with confidence. ”

His cold eyes finally made contact with me and Murong Zhi.

I don't think any of the ship's Tsukiki warriors can immobilize me with a single blow, even if I'm defenseless.

Why on earth did I get knocked out?

Wang Xiangfu, where is Wang Xiangfu!

"I remember that Grand Chief Aung San said that he wanted a pair of Chinese boys and girls to be the top sacrifice of the mountain gods, and I chose these two people to accept them. Xueren said compassionately.

"No, the mountain god will like it when he looks at it. I don't dare to move the top sacrifice of the mountain god. Inject the boy and girl with the poison of a five-step killer snake and put them in the Valley of the Falling Stars. ”

At the most critical moment of my life, my ears finally heard the indigenous language clearly.