There is a bathtub in the room where General Huang lives.

The fog inside the house was steaming, and Guo'er was squatting in the tub with her knees hugged, and only one head was out of the water.

There was a duck carved out of wood floating on the water, and the fruit puffed out its beak and blew it, and the duckling swam in a circle to the edge of the tub.

Zhang Lao sat by the bathtub and smoked a dry cigarette, adding a spoonful of water to the basin every other stick of incense.

The blood of the third-order demon beast supplemented by the medicinal bath made of Panax notoginseng, saffron, Lu leaf grass and other herbs is a common recipe for body refiners.

The medicinal bath has a strong fishy smell but is effective, and is usually only used when a refiner breaks through the third order.

Zhang Lao used a diluted medicinal bath for Guo'er, even so, the medicinal properties of the medicinal bath were still too violent for Guo'er, which required vigorous exercise to consume the excess medicinal properties after soaking in the medicinal bath.

Jing Fei carried a bucket of water and placed it at the door, knocking on the door to signal that the water had arrived.

Regarding Guo'er's professor Jing Fei's seven-fold wave, Zhang Lao had already agreed, and Jing Fei also copied the recipe of the medicinal bath, but the blood of the third-order demon beast was only enough for Guo'er, and Jing Fei could only think of another way.

Back in the room, Jing Fei took out a pen and paper to draw up a practice plan.

Quenching the body for five hours in the morning, practicing boxing for two hours in the afternoon, studying and practicing scriptures for one hour in the evening, practicing guns for one hour, building dreams for one hour after falling into dreams, practicing boxing and practicing guns for two hours, and deep sleep for two hours. In this way, the twelve hours of the day are full.

The flow rate of time in dreams is much faster than that of reality, and it is more experienced, and the flow rate is up to five times that of reality, but dreaming is related to brain consciousness after all, and five times the high intensity often leads to mental malaise the next day, so it is usually controlled at three times the flow rate.

Now after cultivating, Jing Fei keenly felt that his consciousness was increasing, and after trying, the load of five times the flow rate was barely bearable, so that there were five more hours available for cultivating martial arts.

There are geniuses, but Jing Fei clearly understands that he is not a genius.

Only by constantly tapping the potential of dreams and making more efforts to make yourself a genius in the eyes of others.

Without a spiritual vein, the body can't retain the aura, and the first-order qi practitioner can't perform the Dao method, and the only way to deal with the enemy is martial arts.

Different from the body refiner, the qi practitioner quenches the body to enhance the sense of consciousness and make the body become light, and the selected martial arts are mostly swordsmanship, palm and leg techniques, and often win with body methods when facing the enemy, so it is usually believed that entering the second-order pulse opening realm is the only way to truly step into the door of cultivation.

Guo'er was in a separate room when he taught Jing Fei the Seven Waves.

The method cannot be passed on lightly, the scriptures cannot be taught lightly, the moves are only on the surface, and the luck method and force skills in it are the core.

Guo'er frowned and tried to pretend to be serious, and said in an old-fashioned manner:

"Seven waves are grandfathers learned from Wu Weiwei, and then taught to me, and now I teach you, you are three generations of disciples, one day for the teacher and lifelong father, from today you are my son, I am your mother, this boxing method is a secret skill in the army, must not be easily passed on to others, remember, remember. ”

After speaking, he stood on tiptoe and patted Jing Fei's arm.

Jing Fei never expected Guo'er to say such a thing, and stood on the spot for a while. Stretched out his hand to appreciate the fruit, a brain melon collapsed and smiled:

"Who did you learn from at a young age, this is a mess. ”

Guo'er covered her head and stared at her round eyes and said:

"Dare to beat the master, do you still want to learn boxing. ”

Jing Fei was helpless and called out to the master, and Guo'er's face bloomed with a smile.

The seven waves are not difficult, the difficulty lies in perseverance, and only those with great perseverance can practice to the highest level.

Jing Fei wanted to see the power of this punch, so he let Guo'er punch himself.

After Guo'er's punch, Jing Fei lay on the ground for a long time and didn't get up, which made him deeply experience the feeling of broken liver and intestines.

Jing Fei didn't feel embarrassed, this is not the original world, everything is possible, Guo'er's punch made Jing Fei know the power of the seven waves, and at this time he only had fascination in his heart.

I once heard an old man say something like this:

"Success is about repeating boring things over and over again. ”

Jing Fei thought so.

Perhaps it was the loneliness of monotonous dreaming in a long-term dream, Jing Fei found a different kind of fun in the repetitive stepping punch.

Every punch he threw was improving, and he wanted to know how many times he could swing his fist to reach the peak of the Seven Waves.

On the way to the mountain, the scenery at the top of the mountain is magnificent, but the scenery of the mountains on the way is actually unique.

The day before yesterday, Cui Yi went into the mountains to hunt and gained a lot, and after he came back, he spent most of his time in retreat and cultivation, and the affairs of the spiritual institute were left to Wang Lao.

After practicing boxing, Jing Fei did not go to the library to study the scriptures, and said hello to Wang Lao and went to Gefu.

Knowing that the other side can survive a hundred battles, Jing Fei had seen a few books about killers in the Gefu Library Pavilion before, and he went to Gefu to borrow this kind of books, and by the way, he completed the transaction with Ge Tianhong.

I heard that Fenglin Pavilion has third-order demon beast blood for sale, but the price is ridiculously high, 20,000 gold for a blood, and Jing Fei's net worth is only enough to buy a bottle.

Although he chose the road of practicing qi, he did not press his body with more skills, and he had more skills to ensure that he could earn more money when he ran out, but his life was only one way, and everything without strength was a dream bubble.

The servants of Ge Mansion knew Jing Fei, and it seemed that they had received a signal from the mansion, and when they saw that Jing Fei had come and did not report it, they led directly to Ge Tianhong.

Ge Tianhong lay on a recliner on the second floor of the library to pass the time reading a book, and after a few days of marching, he felt more physically and mentally exhausted than hunting in the mountains.

My aunt went back to the county yesterday, and when she left, she repeatedly told herself to be a snack on cultivation, and I heard that the county guard family had a niece who was well-behaved, and she was also pleasing to talk with her literary talents, so she went back to find an opportunity to ask if it was suitable.

Ge Tianhong listened to his aunt's sleeve, and his mouth was as good as honey.

When Jing Fei went upstairs, Ge Tianhong put the book in his hand on his face, and sighed in his throat:

"It's boring. ”

"If you are bored, you will practice, and if you have seen all the scenery on the earth, then go to the heavens to see. ”

Ge Tianhong reached out and took off the book, sat up from the chair, turned around and smiled:

"I'm born lazy, I can't endure hardship and can't be tired, a few days ago, my mother asked someone to help me calculate a hexagram, saying that I was too strong to burn without roots, and I had to find a woman to take a town. No, from Ming'er, this month's blind date is full. ”

After the two sat down and exchanged pleasantries, Ge Tianhong said with a smile:

"After the parade came back, I sent someone to Linxi Town to look for you, but you have already gone to the spiritual monastery to practice, and you are thinking about finding you at night, and when you get the poem, you will go to the county town to hide. ”

Jing Fei rubbed his temples and said helplessly:

"You know that I was targeted by the Temple of Sacrifice, and now the sharp blade is hanging high above my head, and I can't feel at ease without the power to protect myself. ”

Jing Fei didn't want to delay time, so he got straight to the point:

"There are three things here, one is to complete the previous transaction, the second is to borrow a few books to read, and the third is that Ge Gongzi has a wide range of friends and wants to ask Ge Gongzi to help collect news about the Sacrifice Palace. ”

The matter involved Jing Fei's life, Ge Tianhong didn't dare to play with him, and replied with a little seriousness:

"It's all a trivial matter, it's on me, my uncle is the captain of the Wuwei Wei Tianfeng Battalion, he should know a lot about the sacrifice hall, and I went back to the county town to help you inquire. ”

Jing Fei once practiced Xiaokai for a period of time, and his handwriting was quite correct, and the number of 100 poems was not small, and it took two hours to finish it.

Jing Fei didn't stay long, put away the golden ticket and borrowed books, and said goodbye and left the night.

In the room, Jing Fei looked through the books borrowed from Ge Tianhong by candlelight.

These books are all related to killers, and they not only contain transfiguration, assassination, poisoning, assassination equipment, but also some stories about killers.

Jing Fei was looking through a book called "Killer Diary" at this time.

The synopsis mentions that the book is compiled from the Codex of a retired killer.

Among them, there is the process of training the killer, the apprehension of doing the task for the first time, the various assassination deeds after the sophistication, and the reasons for retiring, and at the end of the book, the tools commonly used by the killer, the poison, the exercises, and the assassination methods.

There is a sequence of hearing the Tao, and there is a specialization in the art industry.

The world of killers is also colorful, what are the 10,000 ways to assassinate ordinary people, one hundred and eight precautions for assassinating monks, the use of talismans in assassination, the complete set of three thousand poison recipes, and the skills of suicide in a desperate situation.......

The world fears killers and hates killing, but every successful killer is undoubtedly an outstanding talent.

They are thoughtful, persevering, and able to endure loneliness, all of which are qualities that need to be possessed in spiritual practice.

As the saying goes, "the rich man is the law".

Spiritual practice also requires resources.

Jing Fei believed that except for a few people with dark hearts and distorted personalities, most of the killers were for cultivation resources.

And now, this group of outstanding talents is on the opposite side of themselves.

In the case that external assistance could not guarantee his own safety, Jing Fei could only rely on himself to survive the killing.

The one who knows the killer best must be the killer, and only by understanding his methods can he take precautions, Jing Fei imprinted every word in the book firmly in his mind, and prepared to study it carefully in the dream.