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

Midday on the moon.

Moonlight falls on the Green Mountain View.

Squeak~~

A window is pushed open.

Mo Xuan, who had already put on his night walking clothes, frowned.

Because this room has not been occupied for too long, the window frame is soaked with moisture and deformed, but I didn't expect it to be so loud after pushing it open.

At this time, the evening breeze blew by, and the black clouds in the sky slowly moved to cover the moon.

Mo Xuan no longer struggled with the problem of sound coming from the window frame, and jumped out of the room.

After observing the surroundings and making sure that no one noticed him, Mo Xuan climbed the wall.

After running quickly on the fence for a while, Mo Xuan jumped outside the Qingshan Temple.

More than sixty years of Tong Zi's skill has allowed Mo Xuan's control over every muscle in his body to reach its peak, and coming out of the room, Mo Xuan can be sure that he did not make the slightest sound.

Discerning the direction, Mo Xuan ran towards the location of the ghost market.

After galloping through the wilderness for a while, the moon, obscured by black clouds, was revealed again.

During the day, at a glance on the flat wilderness, there are suddenly two more mountains.

Looking at the dark mountain lying on the wilderness, Mo Xuan sped up.

Along the way, Mo Xuan was wary of the surroundings, worried that there would be an ambush or something.

However, until he was still half a mile away from the ghost market, Mo Xuan did not encounter anything.

Moreover, along the way, Mo Xuan did not see a fight.

It seems that no one wants to clash when they go to a ghost market.

Slowing down, Mo Xuan walked towards the entrance of the ghost market while observing the people around him who were going to the ghost market like him.

"There are several times more people here this time than five days ago..."

Mo Xuan saw many groups of martial artists in the rivers and lakes, and his heart became guarded.

He is alone, and if he is targeted, he will be in trouble.

Coming to the entrance of the ghost market, Mo Xuan flipped his palm, took out the ghostface token from his sleeve, and lit up towards the guards at the entrance.

The guard nodded and directly let Mo Xuan pass.

"The strength of the guards... Better than the last time the ghost market opened! Passing

by the guard, Mo Xuan obviously noticed that the aura on the other party's body was much more fierce than the previous guard.

Mo Xuan guessed that there should be too many people who came to participate in the ghost market today, so the ghost market transferred stronger people to maintain order.

Entering the ghost market, the road is lined with stalls, just like last time.

However, there are significantly more people.

Mo Xuan walked all the way down, looking for exercises that suited him.

However, until the last time he bought the exercises, Mo Xuan did not find a suitable exercise.

Mo Xuan stopped and looked at the stall.

It's still "Drinking Wind Knife", "Assassination Fist" and "True Qi"!

"This Wind Drinking Knife Method is estimated to have been copied by the stall owner dozens of copies, and it can be sold repeatedly all the time..." Seeing

this, Mo Xuan thought about whether he would also copy a few copies of the "Drinking Wind Knife" in his hand next time and sell them in the ghost market.

However, Mo Xuan glanced at the stall owner holding the long knife in his arms and temporarily dismissed this idea.

"I want Assassination Fist." Mo Xuan pointed to the fist spectrum and said.

"Five thousand taels." The stall owner replied coldly, seemingly not recognizing Mo Xuan.

"Two thousand taels!" Mo Xuan bargained directly, the boxing method is not necessary for him, learn one more, just a little more means of self-preservation, and it is not much to improve his strength.

"Take it." The long knife in the stall owner's hand was pulled out at once, and then, the blade body held the fist and handed it to Mo Xuan.

Mo Xuan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that the other party wouldn't even pay the price this time.

"Can it be less?" Mo Xuan hesitated and spoke again.

Then, Mo Xuan saw that on the back of the stall owner's hand holding the knife, green tendons began to rise.

Mo Xuan immediately took out two silver tickets.

As soon as he bought the assassination box, a masked man came to the stall.

Seeing the exercises on the stall, the masked man chuckled, "Royal exercises? Do you dare to sell too? Not afraid that the buyer will trouble you?

Mo Xuanzheng tucked his fist into his arms, and when he heard this, he was shocked.

Royal exercises?

And why is it that the buyer mainly troubles the stall owner, not the royal family?

"Is there anything wrong with the royal exercises?" Mo Xuan couldn't help but ask.

"Royal exercises, those who have the blood of the royal family practiced, and others practiced..." The masked man said this and stopped.

"What happens to other people who practice?" Mo Xuan asked.

The masked man did not speak and immediately walked away.

When Mo Xuanzheng wondered the other party's reaction, he suddenly noticed the stall owner's eyes.

At this time, the stall owner exuded a dangerous aura, and a pair of eyes glowed slightly red under the dim firelight, like a fierce beast hidden in the dark.

Mo Xuan didn't say anything, and quickly caught up with the masked man just now.

"The royal exercises are specially created for people with royal bloodlines to cultivate, ordinary people can also cultivate, and the power is not bad, but when they are slightly successful, the body will have various strange reactions."

Hearing the other party's words, Mo Xuan frowned and thought.

"The most common one is that the skin of the whole body is red, the eyes are congested, if you continue to practice, your blood vessels will burst, and if you practice internal strength, all your internal organs will be hit hard!"

The masked man continued to explain.

"Reddened skin all over the body, bloodshot eyes?" Mo Xuan remembered the Blood Fu Gong.

Isn't it written on the secret book of the Blood Fuming Gong Method that it is a normal reaction?

Moreover, it seems that there is no discomfort in my body....

"That assassination fist was created by the Great Yin Taizu in the army in his early years, but don't practice blindly."

After the masked man finished speaking, he walked into the crowd and quickly disappeared.

"Is 'Blood Fu Gong' really a royal martial art?"

Mo Xuan recalled a meeting with Jia Ren, the owner of the Houde Martial Arts Hall, who boasted that the ancestor fed horses to the Great Yin Taizu.

Mo Xuan thought that the other party was putting gold on his face and wanted to raise the price to boast so much, but now it seems that what the other party said is probably true!

"Then why haven't I had any abnormalities in my cultivation so far?"

Mo Xuan was a little puzzled, every time he practiced the Blood Fuming Gong, his eyes were red, or his skin was red, and in the blink of an eye, it returned to normal.

Thinking about this in his mind, Mo Xuan unconsciously walked to the door of the heavy building.

Just like before, in the dim firelight, the entrance of the heavy building was dark, and it was impossible to see the situation inside.

Flashing the token, Mo Xuan walked into the heavy building.

A child immediately came up to greet Mo Xuan, "Adults see people or inquire about news?"

Mo Xuan noticed that this kid was eight points similar to the last time he entertained him.

Twins?

While speculating in his heart, Mo Xuan replied, "Inquire about the news."

The child immediately beckoned Mo Xuan to sit down at the corner table.

Today, there are also a lot of people coming to the heavy building, the hall is already full of tables, people are noisy, Mo Xuan quietly observes the people around him.

At the same time, Mo Xuan found that there were also many people observing him.

After a while, an old man walked over, and those who observed Mo Xuan's gaze also withdrew.

"My lord, you've been waiting for a long time." The old man said with a smile.

This old man was not the same person who entertained Mo Xuan last time.

"Last time I came over, I asked you to inquire me about the bardo, but did you find out?"

"Bardo?"

The old man narrowed his eyes, as if reminiscing.

After a few breaths, the old man smiled and said, "Yes, there is, but not many have been found."

"Found what?" Hearing the other party's affirmative reply, Mo Xuan was a little anxious.

The old man smiled and stretched out a finger, "One thousand taels of silver."

Mo Xuan raised his eyebrows, but did not bargain, and directly took out ten silver tickets.

After the old man ordered the silver ticket, he took out a pen and paper from his sleeve and wrote quickly.

Seeing this, Mo Xuan immediately realized that this move could prevent him from being overheard by the people around him.

The old man's speed was very fast, and in a short time, three pieces of paper were written.

Looking at the content on the paper, Mo Xuan's expression became more and more serious.

The news related to the bardo investigated by the ghost market heavy building is all related to the Buddha Gate.

In Buddhist practice, bardo refers to a special state when a person is dead but has not entered samsara.

This special state is called the bardo body, and the probability corresponding to the bardo body is the bardo realm.

In the Buddhist sect, those who practice deeply will be liberated from the bardo body and go to the western heavens of bliss.

And in the bardo, there are also three stages, which are the time of checkmate, just after death, and before reincarnation.

These three stages are called advent, dharma, and reincarnation!

After reading these three pieces of paper, the handwriting on the paper also faded by half.

Mo Xuan put down the paper and came back to his senses.

"But what does this have to do with life extension?"

"Do you want me to become a monk?"

Mo Xuan couldn't help but ask in his heart.