When Meng Shuai was conscious, he had already returned to his own kitchen.

The scene just now seemed like a dream.

What is this?

Just when he was wondering if he was hallucinating, he suddenly realized that there was something more in his hand.

Clippery spots of light.

The light flashed and finally condensed slowly, forming four brightly colored balls. When you look closely, it seemed to be four fruits as big as longans.

What is this?

Meng Shuai's heart moved. No matter what it was, it was obviously good news for him - the damn Black Soil World has finally produced it.

Could it be the legendary treasure of heaven and earth?

Take one, cut off the bones and wash the marrow, transform into a body, and ascend to the spot?

However, as far as he knows, countless time travelers have never obtained anything that will go against the will of heaven after eating one.

Moreover, if he had expected it was not bad, this thing was born after the seedlings ate their original body. What causes and what fruits they had, Meng Shuai's predecessor was not an immeasurable golden body, so he probably wouldn't have any good fruits.

Meng Shuai picked up one and looked closer. Under the dim light in the kitchen, he saw a few fruits, although they were of different colors, they were crystal clear and had no impurities. If they were treated as crystals, they would definitely be the kind of perfect quality.

He reached out and twisted one, pinched his fingers and tried hard. Meng Shuai wanted to try the hardness of this thing.

Using three-point force, no response.

Use five-point force, no response.

It seems that the hardness is not low.

That's right. Of course, we should be inseparable from swords and guns and inseparable from water and fire.

Use seven-point force—

puff!

It exploded!

In amazement, Meng Shuai watched a ray of blue light penetrate into his body with a whoosh. He immediately felt a cold water pouring down from the top of his head along the bones, and his whole body was cold to the end.

What's going on?

After a moment, Meng Shuai felt that his body could move and immediately touched his whole body.

Fortunately, there are many arms and legs.

What happened just now?

What's that crystal? What got in?

not good!

Maybe it was the seeds of the seedlings, and I was parasitized!

Two days later, a grass grew from my belly and I became a potted plant...

Could it be that my foreign life ended like this?

I heard footsteps coming, and Zhong Shaoxuan's voice came from afar, saying, "Second brother, what's wrong?"

Meng Shuai was startled and immediately stopped Xinma's mind from being free. He rushed to stuff the remaining three crystal fruits into his arms, turned around and smiled, "It's nothing, I'm cooking noodles."

At this time, Zhong Shaoxuan had already walked in, looked at Meng Shuai, looked away, and looked up and down the room.

Meng Shuai's heart skipped a beat and felt even more embarrassed.

After a while, Zhong Shaoxuan withdrew his gaze, and there was no joy or anger on his face, and said, "Your noodles are muddy."

Meng Shuai shouted, rushed to the stove and opened the lid of the pot. He saw that the pot of broth had been dried and the noodles were stuck to the pot, making a mess.

After a few bites of batter, plus the leftover cold steamed buns at night, Meng Shuai also dealt with half full. After a while, he took a break and returned to his yard.

The yard he lived in was originally a side courtyard. The yard was not big, but it was covered with fine sand, piled up stone drums and stone locks, and swords and guns. There were twenty plum blossom stakes nailed to the right. It was a small martial arts training ground with all the internal organs.

He jogged first and moved his body. Meng Shuai jumped onto the plum blossom stake and steadily shot his long-lived punch.

Changming Fist is the only complete boxing technique he can fight in the world. The boxing moves are simple, open and close, rough but complete. After the attack, the muscles and bones in his body also make giggling sounds, achieving the purpose of practicing muscles and bones and cultivating strength.

Meng Shuai liked this kind of gurgling sound very much. This sound made him feel that the tired and lazy aura he had developed in the city was pulling out of his muscles and bones, rejuvenating his energy.

A natural world, a natural life.

Wash away the dew and stay away from the hustle and bustle.

The stagnant blood boiled again, but with a martial spirit, we moved forward bravely!

Bang--

The last punch made a crisp sound in the air, and the muscles and bones of the body were loosened and slowly closed. Meng Shuai slowly let out a breath and felt a turbid air in his heart radiate another point.

Suddenly, the wind suddenly sounded.

Meng Shuai listened to the wind to identify the shape, but did not turn around. He leaned forward, stepped onto the plum blossom stake on the left, and then onto the right. After a few twists and turns, he just avoided several wind sounds. Everyone turned around, closed his hands, closed the last wind sound in his hand, and opened his palm, which was a golden dart.

I heard Zhong Shaoxuan praise him: "Yes, my ability to distinguish the shape has improved a lot. I have really worked hard during this period of time."

Meng Shuai jumped off the plum blossom stake and smiled and said, "It's just that it's a little bit of progress?"

Zhong Shaoxuan smiled, twisted a needle from his collar, and said, "It's not a small improvement. But this kind of small hidden weapon is still not prepared."

Meng Shuai took a look and his face changed color. The steel needle was thicker than the ordinary sewing needle. It only took one inch to move onto his collar and inserted into his throat to kill him. It can also be seen that Zhong Shaoxuan's technique of firing hidden weapons was accurate. Although the steel needle was confused by the wind of the golden dart and became increasingly difficult to detect, there was no difference between the real enemy. If Zhong Shaoxuan had not taken action today, he would have died.

Zhong Shaoxuan said: "It's good to have three years of practice, and to learn from the wind to such an extent. Now the golden dart can be heard and held. The sleeve arrow can be heard, but it can't be held. Is the steel needle..."

Meng Shuai spread his hands and said, "Then let it go."

Zhong Shaoxuan said, "I can't say that. I used my hand to fire the steel needle just now. In fact, because the steel needle is too thin and has insufficient lethality, I usually use mechanical scoops in the world, so that the wind is even more urgent. Even if you can't hear it clearly, you will probably be able to avoid it." He pondered for a moment and said, "You have learned all the basic skills of hitting the hand and shooting marbles. Now you can choose to use your own hidden weapon to learn it."

Meng Shuai was very interested. Under Zhong Shaoxuan's teaching for three years, he laid a solid foundation, but he never further contacted the master's martial arts. Zhong Shaoxuan's martial arts came from family traditions, and without the permission of Old Man Zhong, he could not teach Meng Shuai's martial arts privately. Old Man Zhong obviously would not allow it in the foreseeable future, so he asked Meng Shuai to touch their family's secrets. Therefore, on the one hand, he further studied and inquired about famous teachers for Meng Shuai, and on the other hand, he put more effort into hidden weapons, hoping that Meng Shuai would have the capital to protect himself in such a non-sect.

Zhong Shaoxuan said: "The hidden weapon is extensive and profound. The commonly used darts, flying needles, flying knives, flying claws, flying locust stones, caltrops, iron olives, iron toads, iron bodhi, money darts, plum blossom needles, Qiankun circles, mechanical slings, sleeve arrows, slingshots, back crossbows, box needles, thunder drills, spray drums, and even when weapons make the meteor hammers, rope darts, and soft whip. These hidden weapons are different in size and shape, and their firing techniques are very different. Unless you specialize in this, you can have one or two masters. Which one do you choose?"

Meng Shuai pondered silently, and after a while, he said, "Do you have any recommendations?"

Zhong Shaoxuan smiled and said, "If I asked a few days ago, I can only let you choose for yourself. There is another saying today." He took out a skin bag from his sleeve and said, "This is for you."

Meng Shuai opened it, but saw dark brown beads inside, each one was only the size of a thumb. He took out one, but the surface was smooth and smooth, with the texture of metal, but the color was gloomy and not transparent at all. Not to mention the luster of metal, there was not even the oil on ordinary wood. He twisted out one more and rubbed it carefully. He felt quite accurate. He weighed it with his hand and felt that it was slightly heavier than iron and slightly lighter than copper.

"What is this, iron egg?"

Zhong Shaoxuan said: "This is a set of iron lotus seeds that I accidentally received, with a total of thirty-six. I don't know anything about iron lotus seeds, I mainly value this." He took out a book and said, "With the iron lotus seeds, it is a method of launching hidden weapons."

Meng Shuai took it, but saw the four words "Tiangang Treasure Technique" written on the thin page of the book. He couldn't help but smile and said, "I'm so angry. Isn't it a hidden weapon? I actually called such a cool name." After turning a few pages, it was nothing more than a technique, and only gave detailed explanations of the power and body techniques. Finally, I saw two words "Tiangang Mind Method".

He was shocked and asked quickly, "What's going on? It's not that ordinary martial arts, whether it's high-end, middle-level or inferior, only have the skills to drive their abilities. Are all the best martial arts skills? Is this the best?"

Zhong Shaoxuan said: "If you are considered the best according to the world's supporting mental methods, then you are considered the best. However, it is too early to get involved in the mental methods. This mental method is written in depth, so I don't need to pay attention to it for the time being. What I value is the previous power-driven launching technique, which is very good. It doesn't have to be accompanied by the mental method, it is a top martial art."

Meng Shuai was actually more interested in the mental method. Although he just glanced at him and felt that he didn't understand a single word when he read a book of heaven, but this proved that this thing was really rare, so he planned to study it slowly by himself and said, "I understand. How do you practice it?"

Zhong Shaoxuan said: "First of all, you don't have to practice anything. First, familiarize yourself with these iron lotus seeds." As he said that, he took out one, put it on the base of his finger, and moved it gently. The iron lotus seeds rolled over his fingers and slid to his fingertips. Then he slid from his index finger to middle finger and then to the little finger, then to the palm of his hand, and directly slide to the back of his hand. The iron lotus seeds are extremely flexible, as if they are controlled by invisible lines.

While letting the iron lotus seeds roll in your hand, Zhong Shaoxuan said, "From now on, when you have nothing to do, just grab this and play with it. Try to make it rotate between your fingers. You can reach this point. Then add one more, turn two together, don't touch it, and then add it again. Until you grab six, roll in your hands, flexible and freely, without interfering with each other, then you can practice the first step of kung fu. Because this skill starts with six, and you can't even grasp it, how can you learn the above martial arts?" As he said that, he bounced his fingers, and the iron lotus seeds between his fingers jumped and jumped to Meng Shuai's hand.

Meng Shuai took it, put it in his hand and turned it, his hand slanted, the iron lotus seeds rolled forward, the opposite direction, and the lotus seeds rolled back, which made him feel very happy.

Zhong Shaoxuan knocked his finger and said, "Who made you slide? Relying on the strength of the skin of your fingers, not on the posture..."

Speaking of this, I heard footsteps sounding, and an old lady entered the yard and shouted, "Young Master." It was Aunt Li who was helping the Zhong family.

Zhong Shaoxuan was stunned and said, "What's wrong?"

Aunt Li said: "People from Xiong's family come to report the death outside."

Zhong Shaoxuan and Meng Shuai were shocked at the same time. Zhong Shaoxuan hurriedly walked out and asked as he walked: "The Xiong family is the old town mayor's house?"
Chapter completed!