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

Mo Xuanmei

: One year and eleven months (+21

) can: 2

skills: congenital boy skill (50% of the entrance to the hall) Bafang Chong Fist (99% of the entrance to the hall) Blood Fu Gong (90% of the first glimpse of the door diameter) Wind drinking knife (50% of the first glimpse of the door diameter)

Evaluation: Useful waste materials, dead people who die soon!

"Huh?"

Seeing that his life span was one month less, Mo Xuan was stunned for a moment.

"It's been a month since then..."

Mo Xuan calculated that almost thirty days had passed since the day he got the human skin paper.

"Time waits for no one." Mo Xuan shook his head.

With a long exhale, Mo Xuan stretched out his other hand, and his fingertips touched the copper piece.

At first, the copper sheet felt normal to the touch, but immediately, a cold aura gushed out from the copper sheet.

This time, Mo Xuan carefully felt this gloomy and cold aura.

But, strangely, after this breath poured into Mo Xuan's fingers, it disappeared.

"Gone?" Mo Xuan frowned.

The whole process lasted only one breath, which was shorter than the last time Gouyu.

"The numbers have changed!"

Mo Xuan noticed that on the human skin paper, in the parentheses of the fate column, the number was beating!

“22...... 26...... 30..." The

number jumped faster and faster, and finally, the number froze at "40."

"That's it?"

Mo Xuan frowned.

His fingers continued to rest on the copper sheet, and Mo Xuan wanted to see if he could squeeze out a little cold breath.

Click!

It seems that the finger is a little hard, and the copper sheet is directly cracked.

Mo Xuan: ......

After waiting for a while, the copper sheet directly turned into white sand, and Mo Xuan gave up.

"Talk is better than nothing." Mo Xuan shook his head, put the white sand away, and looked at the human skin paper again.

The extra life value increased to forty, and Mo Xuan did not hesitate and continued to upgrade Tong Zigong.

"Extra points!"

The idea was concentrated in the column of life value, and Mo Xuan directly deducted 8 years of life value.

The skin turned golden, and the memories of eight years of hard practice of Tong Zigong poured in, and Mo Xuan had long been accustomed to this.

Wow!

Suddenly, Mo Xuan opened his mouth and spewed out a pool of black blood.

His body was weak for a while, and Mo Xuan held the chair and sat down.

"Before I used to increase my strength for 4 years in the morning and evening, and sure enough, my body still couldn't withstand it by adding 8 years at once."

Mo Xuan sighed slightly in his heart, he was still too impatient.

However, the proficiency of innate children's skills has increased directly from 50% to 60%.

After recovering his strength, Mo Xuan wiped the blood flowing from his mouth and nose, and let Xiaoqing enter the room to clean.

Seeing a pool of black blood on the ground, Xiaoqing was a little worried about Mo Xuan.

"I haven't vomited blood in days, and this time is an accident." Mo Xuan explained.

After drinking the Lingzhi tea and resting for a while, Mo Xuan felt that the weakness in his body was gradually disappearing.

While Xiaoqing was cleaning, He Youwan, who lived on the opposite side, walked out with a sword.

However, He Youwan didn't even look at Mo Xuan and them, and left this other courtyard.

"Young Master, how do I feel that this Miss He hates you very much?" Xiaoqing, who was humming and wiping the ground, raised his head and asked.

"Ask less." Mo Xuan leaned down and flicked Xiaoqing's brain.

"Ah! The young master bullies! Xiao Qingjiao exhaled and pouted.

After teasing Xiaoqing for a while, feeling that his body had completely recovered, Mo Xuan got up.

"Let's go, let's go out and walk around."

After that, Mo Xuan took a shovel and a few bags of iron sand and walked out of the room.

"Young Master, why are you bringing so many things? Let me come, don't get tired.

Xiaoqing hurriedly ran to Mo Xuan's side, and found a bag of iron sand.

But Xiaoqing didn't expect that holding something fluttering in Mo Xuan's hand would be a bag of iron sand.

Boom!

The bag containing iron sand smashed on the ground, and Xiaoqing was led forward and pounced.

"It hurts..." Xiaoqing cried as she lay on the ground, pouting her butt.

Seeing this, Mo Xuan smiled, stepped forward, and stretched out his hand to pat it.

Syllable!

"Gone." Mo Xuan reached out and grabbed the bag containing iron sand and walked out.

"Young Master, you... You're bullying me again! Xiaoqing rubbed her butt, her face red to the base of her neck.

......

Out of the Qingshan Temple, Mo Xuan took Xiaoqing into a forest.

This woods are backed by mountains, and over this mountain, you can reach the state capital.

"Young Master, where are we going?"

Xiaoqing carried a small shovel on his shoulder and followed Mo Xuan closely.

"Find a place where it's not easy to be discovered." Mo Xuan said while observing the surroundings.

After all, Qingshan Guan is someone else's place, He Yougui and He Youwan live in the same small courtyard as themselves, if they practice martial arts by themselves, the movement is not small, and they will definitely find out.

Therefore, Mo Xuan planned to practice martial arts in the wild.

Usually, no one will come over here, there is a little green lookout, even if there are people, don't worry.

"It seems to be good here."

Mo Xuan found a more secret location.

However, when he took Xiaoqing over, he saw a red figure standing there with a sword.

It's He Youwan.

Seeing this, Mo Xuan didn't want to have any intersection with He Youwan, so he turned around and left.

Swish!

With a wave of the long sword in He Youwan's hand, he cut out several leaves of a tree.

"Coincidence?" He Youwan frowned and looked at Mo Xuan who left.

Last night, in the middle of the night, Mo Xuan appeared in the necessary position for him to return to Qingshan Guan, and today, he ran so far to practice, and he met the other party again.

"No matter what, I will never marry such a sick man with no chicken power!"

He Youwan snorted coldly in her heart, lightly tapped her toes, and stabbed towards the big tree in front of her.

The siege last night made He Youwan very angry, and she wanted to practice swordsmanship hard to take revenge!

......

After walking out in the woods for a long time, Mo Xuan found a high and flat place.

Throw down the bag containing iron sand.

Mo Xuan took off his coat all at once.

"Ahhh... Young Master, you... What are you doing?

Xiaoqing blushed, covered her chest and took a step back.

At this time, her mind came up with the stories of the young master and the maid that Mother Liu told her, tricking the maid into the wild, and then so, so and so...

On weekdays, what Liu Mama said was just cold words for Xiaoqing, but now, these words have come alive and become a vivid picture, the lecherous and arrogant son in the picture has become Mo Xuan, and the weak and delicate maid has become Xiaoqing herself.

Cha!

The shovel was inserted into the soil, and Mo Xuan turned the soil over.

"What are you doing there? Go find me some dry branches to use as firewood. Seeing

Xiaoqing standing there stunned, Mo Xuan was a little dissatisfied.

"Ahhh... Oh oh, good young master. Xiaoqing, who was flushed, reacted.

"This girl, it seems that she wasn't so stupid before..." Mo Xuan shook his head and continued to dig up the soil.

After digging a deep pit in the ground, Mo Xuan cut down several trees and put them into the bottom and surrounding of the pit.

Lighting the firewood in the pit, and when half of the trees were burned into char, Mo Xuanxiang put out the fire, briefly cleaned the pit, and then poured iron sand.

Most of the pit was filled, Mo Xuan asked Xiaoqing to turn his back, then took off his clothes and jumped directly into the pit.

Bafang punched his fist, and the iron sand in the pit rubbed Mo Xuan's whole body.

Because Xiaoqing was there, Mo Xuan endured the pain this time and did not make a sound.

In the quiet woods, apart from a few bird calls, there was only the sound of iron sand colliding and flowing.