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

This night, Mo Xuan did not sleep well.

After cultivating Bafang Chong Fist into that special artistic conception, Mo Xuan's hands and feet were strong, and from time to time there was a tingling sensation.

Under the amazing resilience of the innate child's skill, the tingling sensation quickly disappeared, but it soon appeared again.

It's like a healed wound being torn apart repeatedly.

卯 (mǎo), Mo Xuan, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes.

"The tingling sensation in the limbs is gone."

Mo Xuan sat up from the bed and lit the candle.

Swish!

Mo Xuan rolled up his sleeves and looked at his arms.

In the absence of force, his arms do not seem to have any muscles, at most they are somewhat contoured.

However, when his hands were clenched into fists, his large tendons contracted, his muscles bulged, and his arms looked fierce and powerful.

Even, Mo Xuan saw those bulging blood vessels pulsing slightly.

"This degree of muscle is even more exaggerated than those bodybuilders on the earth..."

Mo Xuan's hands relaxed, and his arms immediately returned to their original shape.

Lowering his sleeves, Mo Xuan put on a fox fur cape, and then went to the study.

After a night, Mo Xuan wanted to see if his strength had grown.

Walking into the study, the east wall was covered with large bows.

Mo Xuan took down the five-hundred-pound bow.

With his legs apart, his knees slightly bent, Mo Xuan's chest expanded outward, and the sound of being tightened came from his bow.

The five-hundred-pound big bow was steadily pulled apart by Mo Xuan.

"Huh? The posture of pulling the bow unconsciously approached the Bafang punch

..." Mo Xuan felt that something was wrong, his posture of pulling the bow had changed slightly compared to before, but the physical feeling was very natural.

And if you use the previous posture again, it will feel awkward.

"Bafang Chong Fist is transforming my body and making my body more suitable for performing Bafang Chong Fist?"

Mo Xuan suddenly understood.

"Bafang Chong Fist is a martial art that flows from the Great Yin Army, is that why it is so domineering?"

Mo Xuan remembered the Great Yin Taizu who had created the martial art of Bafang Chong Fist.

"These martial arts, the deeper you practice, the more different they are from the martial arts I remember..." After

carefully examining his body and making sure that there was no change in his strength except for the increase in strength to five hundred catties, Mo Xuan let go of his heart.

He only has two years left to live, and his body can't have any accidents.

"My strength has reached the limit of training muscles and martial artists, and I can start practicing skins."

Mo Xuan planned in his heart.

However, tonight is going to the ghost market, before going, you must stay in the best condition, and you must return from the ghost market to start practicing skin.

As usual, after Mo Xuan had breakfast, he continued to cultivate Bafang Chong Fist.

He practiced until noon, when Mo Xuan stopped.

After checking the attributes on the human skin paper, the proficiency level of Bafang Chong Fist has reached (30% of entering the hall)!

After entering that special artistic conception, the progress of cultivating martial arts will also accelerate.

"It's a pity that so far, I have only entered that kind of artistic conception twice."

Shaking his head, Mo Xuan began to change his clothes.

After changing his clothes, Mo Xuan took a carriage and came to Jiufeng Lou.

"Mo Shao, please here, the young master is waiting for you on the third floor!"

As soon as he entered the door, someone He Yougui arranged stepped forward to greet and lead the way.

Nodding, Mo Xuan subconsciously scanned the surroundings.

The faster his strength improved, the more cautious Mo Xuan became, especially thinking that the leather training warrior could have more than five hundred catties of strength, and the bone training martial artist had a thousand catties of huge strength, Mo Xuan always had a sense of crisis.

This sense of crisis is mainly based on Mo Xuan's self-assumptions, such as:

"There are more than three skin-training warriors who want to besiege me, how can I escape?"

"Assuming that there is a bone training martial artist who wants to kill me, how can I survive?"

"Let's talk about the possibility of a congenital master doing something to me and my chances of survival..." Of

course, these hypothetical crises are not comparable to the two years of life on the human skin paper.

Along the way to the third floor, Mo Xuan was taken to the door of He Yougui's box.

Bell bell bell ~~

Mo Xuan was about to push the door in, when a crisp bell sound suddenly came from the box next to him.

Then, there was a pleasant woman's laughter, and there seemed to be strange screams.

For Mo Xuan, who had nearly twenty years of boy skill skills, these were not what he should pay attention to.

Pushing open the door, Mo Xuan saw He Yougui drinking with his arms around the two women.

"Brother Xuan, you're here."

He Yougui greeted Mo Xuan warmly, and even took the initiative to share a woman's past.

"Let's get down to business." Mo Xuan refused.

"Also, it's not too late to get down to business." He Yougui's eyes signaled, and the two women retreated in amusement.

In the room, except for Mo Xuan and He Yougui, there were only three tall guards left.

Behind letting one of the guards guard the door, He Yougui took out a note from his sleeve.

"Before tonight, when you get here, my people will pick you up."

When Mo Xuan opened the note, He Yougui spoke.

Mo Xuan looked at the note and frowned, which read: Bamboo Forest in the north of the city.

"Brother Xuan, don't worry, this person is me... Specially arranged masters will not only show you the way, but also protect your safety. Seeing

that Mo Xuan's expression was different, He Yougui took the initiative to explain.

"But I want to know about ghosts..." As soon as Mo Xuan spoke, He Yougui immediately made a silent gesture.

"During this time, it's best not to mention it, wait until it's over!" He Yougui said in a low voice.

Mo Xuan: ......

A ghost market, during the opening of the market, can not be mentioned?

Is there such an exaggeration?

However, Mo Xuan didn't say anything more, just nodded.

"Brother Xuan, you just listen to my arrangement, it's absolutely right to follow this master, if you are alone, it's too dangerous."

Speaking of this, He Yougui's expression became serious, "Brother Xuan, you haven't been in contact with people in the rivers and lakes, and you don't know how powerful those people are.

Mo Xuan nodded, he really didn't have much contact, and only killed three people in the Su family.

After seeing Mo Xuan's consent, He Yougui began to let people serve, and also prepared a pot of daughter red for twenty years.

Mo Xuan declined He Yougui's wine on the grounds of physical discomfort.

"Brother Xuan, seriously, brother, I think you are really good!"

After half a tan of wine, He Yougui's face began to turn a little red.

"What's wrong?" Mo Xuan felt that He Yougui suddenly said this was a little strange.

"Last night, Uncle Mober came... I'm born straightforward, I said, don't hate me.

"Of course." Mo Xuan nodded, if Xiaoqing hadn't told him, he wouldn't even know that he knew He Yougui.

"Uncle Mo came to kiss and wanted my sister to marry into the Mo family, but you also know my sister's nature..."

He Yougui shook his head.

"Actually, my father doesn't really agree with this affair..." He Yougui blushed and stared at Mo Xuan with some embarrassment.

At this moment, Mo Xuan understood what the other party meant.

Putting down his chopsticks, Mo Xuan smiled and said

, "It turned out to be this matter, don't worry, I have no plans to get married at present, and I will also let my father stop disturbing Father Ling."

"Brother Xuan... Seriously? He Yougui stared at Mo Xuan, wanting to see if Mo Xuan was pretentious.

After all, for men, a family affair is rejected, and it will be a little unbearable on the face.

Moreover, it was Mo Xuan's father who took the initiative to come to the door to say goodbye.

"Of course, marrying a wife is not important in my eyes, and the eldest husband should focus on those things that are really important."

Mo Xuan's expression was calm and his tone was firm.

"Brother Xuan..." He Yougui was a little moved, he didn't expect Mo Xuan to see it so openly, but he was a gentleman's belly with the heart of a villain.

After some hard work, Mo Xuan got rid of He Yougui, who wanted to worship him.

Out of the private room, Mo Xuan walked straight downstairs.

Bell Bell ~

Walking on the stairs, Mo Xuan heard the sound of bells behind him.

Turning around, a woman dressed in light gauze and half masked walked out of the box next to He Yougui.

Pure and unearthly, but with an indescribable charm.

Mo Xuan quickly turned around, pretended not to see anything, and went downstairs.

Whether it was temperament or appearance, that woman was incomparable in Mo Xuan's previous life and this life.

Mo Xuan almost couldn't help but take a look at it more.

If you don't see the blood oozing from the door of the box.

"Why is this woman in Jiufeng Lou? People from Six Doors with her?

Mo Xuan thought while quickly leaving Jiufeng Lou.

At the door of the box, several men with grim faces and bulging temples knelt on one knee and bowed their heads to the moon.

"It's late, the holy girl forgives sins!"

A man at the head said in a deep voice.

Yuelong looked at the door of the restaurant and did not speak.

After a while, Yuelong chuckled, "The smell of medicine, the aroma of the boy's body, it turns out to be him..."

"Hurry up again!"

On the carriage, Mo Xuan suddenly felt a tingling in his scalp, and immediately urged the horseman.

Only soon, the feeling disappeared again.

"Could it be... Am I being targeted? Pulling open the curtain and observing the back of the carriage, Mo Xuan did not find anyone following.

......

Back in Fuchu, I happened to have something custom-made in the blacksmith shop delivered.

Opening the wooden box, Mo Xuan took out a set of heavy inner armor.

After having the experience of the last time, Mo Xuan redesigned a set of inner armor.

This set of inner armor is made of two layers of cowhide inner armor, with a large amount of metal embedded in the middle.

In the heart area, there is a copper goggles, and behind it, a copper piece is embedded to protect the spine.

Wearing it, Mo Xuan felt that it didn't fit, but it could barely be used.

"The protection is much better than the last one."

Mo Xuan took out two sets of finger tigers from the wooden box.

In addition to fist and foot kung fu, Mo Xuan had not come into contact with other cold weapons, but his fists and feet could not shake the sword head-on, so Mo Xuan prepared a set of finger tigers for himself.

This set of finger tigers is also made of copper.

In addition to this, there were seven or eight oil-paper bales left in the wooden box.

Drawing on the experience of the last time in Su Mansion, Mo Xuan prepared more lime this time.

"I just practiced, my strength is not enough, I can only make more preparations."

Sighing in his heart, Mo Xuan wore inner armor and tried Bafang Chong Fist and Three Moves Tong Zi Gong.

The inner armor has no effect on the martial arts of Bafang Chong Fist, which is a big opening and closing, and only the trick of Tong Zi worshiping Buddha in Tong Zi Gong will be slightly limited.

After getting familiar with the equipment, Mo Xuan did not practice again, but recuperated and waited for dark.

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There were still three moments left, Mo Xuan turned out of the bedroom window, briefly climbed over a few walls, and arrived at the back door of Mo Mansion.

Discerning the direction, Mo Xuan ran quickly along the wall.

In order to keep this operation secret, Mo Xuan did not ask people to prepare a carriage.

For Mo Xuan, who had a strength of five hundred pounds, it was extremely simple to climb over the city wall and avoid the soldiers on patrol.

Of course, there were only two or three people on duty at the city gate, and the rest were gambling money in the squad room.

Falling from the city wall, Mo Xuan ran towards the bamboo forest.

Under the moonlight, the night wind howled in his ears, and the bamboo forest in the distance quickly enlarged in Mo Xuan's eyes.

Under the amazing recovery power of the innate boy skill, Mo Xuan ran with all his strength without feeling the slightest bit of fatigue.

When approaching the bamboo forest, Mo Xuan slowed down and walked towards the bamboo forest.

He Yougui said that the other party was a master, and Mo Xuan decided to keep a low profile, not wanting to expose his strength.

In the bamboo forest, a slender figure is walking back and forth.

"The master is a woman?" Mo Xuan was a little surprised.

There was a deliberate noise under the feet, and after the slender figure heard it, a few jumped up, crossed a distance of more than ten meters, and appeared in front of Mo Xuan.

Blindfolded, dressed in red, smart ponytail, and Peugeot and heroic eyebrows.

"He Yougui asked me to come." Before the other party pulled out his sword, Mo Xuan took the initiative to speak.

"You'll follow me later, don't run around."

The master said coldly.

"Good." Mo Xuan nodded.

"Let's go." The master turned around and ran towards the north.

Looking at the other party's back, Mo Xuan was a little puzzled.

"How do I feel like she hates me?"