Fairy Strange: Eighty Years of Boy Kung Fu in the Beginning

"Ghost market? Brother Xuan, how would you know? The

young man sitting opposite Mo Xuan, with black circles under his eyes, was surprised.

"Oh? So, the ghost market really wants to open in Wucheng?

Mo Xuan was a little surprised.

When he thought of finding someone to inquire about the ghost market of Wucheng, Mo Xuan's mind automatically appeared the figure of the other party.

He Yougui, the son of the He family in Wucheng, because the He family specializes in restaurants and underground gambling shops, He Yougui especially likes to make friends with figures of the three religions and nine streams, and is extremely well-informed.

If you want to know something related to Wucheng, it is right to ask He Yougui.

Of course, He Yougui, as the young man of the He family, is inaccessible to ordinary people.

He Yougui did not answer immediately, but pondered for a while before he spoke, "Brother Xuan, the two of us can be regarded as playing from childhood to adulthood, don't be unhappy if I say something."

"Of course not." Mo Xuan smiled faintly.

"In the ghost market, everything is available, but it is also very dangerous, you must know that those who enter the ghost market to trade are some strongmen, ordinary people like us..."

Before He Yougui finished speaking, Mo Xuan stretched out his hand to stop the other party.

"There is no need to say these words, I have my own measure."

"But..." He Yougui was still a little hesitant.

"I only have one year left, there are some things that I need to fight for before I am willing, of course, if you don't want to help me, then I won't force it."

"Brother Xuan, you said this!" He Yougui was a little anxious, in Wucheng, who didn't know that he He Yougui was the most moral!

Moreover, he had also heard that Mo Xuan only had one year left to live, and he couldn't refuse at this time.

"In this way, Brother Xuan, the ghost market opens at fifteen and twenty, but in order to prevent the people of the official government from tracking down, the address of the ghost market will only be announced through special channels one day before the market opens.

I'll let you know as soon as I get the news, how?

"Trouble, especially expensive!" Mo Xuan patted He Yougui's shoulder heavily, "I'm very happy to make friends like you." Hearing

this, He Yougui was a little moved, people are dying and their words are good, Mo Xuan's words are quite a bit of a last word.

Then the two chatted for a while, Mo Xuan left He Mansion, and He Yougui rubbed his shoulders while walking towards the bedroom.

He played too late at the gambling house last night and he had to catch up on sleep.

"In other words, doesn't Brother Xuan look very weak, why is my hand so strong, half of my body is still numb at this time..." muttered He Yougui.

......

Sitting in the carriage, Mo Xuan pondered his next plan.

The ghost market, since it is claimed that you can buy anything, maybe, you can buy the internal strength of life extension.

Even if the life extension effect is weaker, it is very useful to Mo Xuan.

It is also possible to get other things that extend life.

"With my current strength as a martial artist who drives two hundred pounds of big bow, the trip to the ghost market is definitely not enough to see, just take advantage of this time to practice martial arts..."

Mo Xuan was thinking, the carriage suddenly stopped, and then, a dense sound of horses' hooves came from the front.

"Who would dare to ride a horse like this in the city?" Mo Xuan's fingers slightly flicked the curtain, revealing a gap.

A two-meter-tall horse with a purple and black cape and a goose knife at his waist!

People with six doors!

"Huh?" Mo Xuan suddenly noticed that behind the four six-door catchers, there was a white horse, and immediately, it was a woman dressed in semi-transparent light gauze with bare waist.

For Mo Xuan, who came from the modern era, this kind of dress is just a novelty, but on the street, many people are constantly exclaiming.

"This woman is not wearing an official uniform, but she can follow the people of the six doors, is she also an official of the imperial court from the Yin Capital?"

Mo Xuan observed the other party, trying to find clues from the other party that could determine his identity.

I have to say that this woman is the most beautiful person Mo Xuan has ever seen, even if the lower half of her face is covered with light gauze.

Pedal !!

The horse galloped past, and the woman on the white horse suddenly turned her head sideways and glanced at Mo Xuan.

Mo Xuan did not expect that he could be discovered by the other party through the gap in the curtain, withdrew his fingers, and subconsciously leaned back, avoiding the other party's gaze.

"This woman is dangerous!" Mo Xuan secretly said in his heart.

......

Six doors and four hunters arrived at Su Mansion again.

This time, they just curriedly examined the corpses in Su Mansion.

These corpses are all martial artists who broke into Su Mansion last night.

"A group of straw bales, also want to get involved!"

Zhu Hou, the youngest of the four, said with extreme disdain.

The other three seemed to have long been accustomed to Zhu Hou like this, and did not speak, and looked at the corpse with their own care.

"These three people died interestingly, not only were they mended, but they were also deliberately disfigured."

Shen Lin said with a smile, and at the same time inquired about the situation of the three corpses.

Knowing that it was found in Su Shen's study, Shen Lin walked towards the study.

After a brief look at the scene, Shen Lin roughly understood what happened.

"These three people were killed by a person whose strength is higher than them and more insidious." Shen Lin checked the secret room of the study again to confirm whether there were any other omissions.

"What a strange taste." The light gauze woman chuckled.

"Why did Miss Yue say this?" Zhu Hou, who had always been proud, looked at the light gauze woman with a smile.

"Nothing." Yuelong replied lightly, without even looking at Zhu Hou.

Zhu Hou smiled, not unhappy in the slightest.

After briefly checking Su Mansion, Shen Lin and Yuelong rode away.

Immediately, Yuelong glanced back at Su Mansion, and a wistful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth under the light veil:

"The strong medicinal smell, and the fragrance of the boy's body, interesting..."

Call! Call!

In the study with the doors and windows closed, Mo Xuan was dressed in a single robe, constantly swinging his fists and feet, and punching out one set after another of Bafang punches.

After lasting for more than half an hour, the clothes on Mo Xuan's body were completely wet with sweat.

After pouring a pot of Ganoderma lucidum tea, Mo Xuan put his finger on the human skin paper: Mo Xuan's

life: two years (+67)

can: 1

skill: congenital boy skill (first glimpse of the door diameter 20%) Bafang Chong Fist (50%)

Evaluation:

Useful waste materials, dead people who die soon!

"For the same amount of time, the proficiency of Bafang Chong Fist has increased by forty percent, while Tong Zigong has not even had one percent..."

Mo Xuan couldn't help but sigh at the gap between these two martial arts.

After changing into dry clothes, Mo Xuan took out a pamphlet.

On the cover of the booklet, there are three big characters written "Blood Fu Gong"!

This bloody skill is also an internal skill, although it has no effect on prolonging life, but Mo Xuan is still ready to practice it.

One more martial art, the more safe the trip to the ghost market.

"When you cultivate to the first layer, your eyes will swell and congest, is this normal?"

Looking at the specific description of the exercises, Mo Xuan frowned.

However, Mo Xuan did not get entangled, the secret code said normal, that is, normal.

To practice internal skills, you should practice not to die, otherwise, the people of Houde Martial Arts Hall would have died a long time ago.

According to the description in the secret book, Mo Xuan began to carry the qi and blood in his body.

This blood tempering skill, the internal force cultivated can stimulate qi and blood, not only the internal force itself is amazingly lethal, but also can briefly increase the user's strength and speed.

Because of the foundation of the innate boy skill, Mo Xuan soon had a sense of qi, and easily carried a wisp of qi and blood for a week.

At the same time, Mo Xuan sensed that the position of his dantian, in addition to the internal force of the innate boy skill, also had a trace of weak internal force of a different nature.

"How can the internal strength of this bloody skill feel a little unstable?"

Mo Xuan was strange for a moment and continued to cultivate.

Soon, that trace of internal force became the thickness of a thin rope.

Where the bloody internal force passed, there was a crispy and numb feeling, like a healed wound growing again.

He practiced until it was dark, and Xiaoqing, who was guarding outside, urged, and Mo Xuan stopped.

The internal force of the Blood Fuming Gong has become three strands!

Running the bloody exercise, Mo Xuan walked to the copper mirror.

"There was a lot of blood, but my eyes didn't feel swollen... Maybe I'm not at home yet? "

Mo Xuan collected the skill, the internal force of the innate boy skill in the body automatically operated, and the blood shot instantly subsided.

"I'm still too anxious to achieve quick results, it's only an afternoon, and it's normal for my cultivation to not be able to go home."

Mo Xuan thought of the group of disciples in the Houde Martial Arts Hall who had red eyes like they had pink eye.

To reach their level, they are still far behind!

Put my hand on the human skin paper, and in

the gong column, I added the specific progress of the bloody exercise: Bloody Gong (30%)

: "At this rate, before the ghost market opens, I should be able to raise the bloody gong to 100%, reaching the level of first glimpse of the door."

Mo Xuan pondered in his heart.

Suddenly, on the human skin paper, all the words suddenly jumped.

The next moment, all the text disappears.

"Huh?" Mo Xuan was a little strange, his fingers were still on the human skin paper, could it be that there was a problem with the human skin paper?

When Mo Xuan just took away his finger and was about to try again, two big characters appeared in the middle of the human skin paper:

Bardo!

"What do you mean?" Mo Xuan's brows tightened.

Soon, the words bardo disappeared, and a new handwriting emerged:

Chiyang!

Soon, those two words also disappeared.

"This is ... Urging me?

Looking at the blank human skin paper, Mo Xuan somewhat understood.