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

Gently pushing open the window frame, Zhu Hou rolled over and entered the house.

Lighting the candle, Zhu Hou was about to take off his clothes when he suddenly jumped back in shock.

At this time, on his bed, there was a woman sitting.

The woman was thin and her hair was pulled down, and her face could not be seen.

Pulling out the Yanling knife, Zhu Hou looked at the other party vigilantly.

He didn't find the other party when he came in, which shows that the other party must be a master!

Zhu Hou frowned and observed the other party, the woman's clothes were full of stains, and her feet without shoes showed blue-black skin, dangling by the bed.

"Hmph! There is not even yin qi, and it is still pretending to be a ghost here! Zhu

Hou snorted coldly, and the figure burst out.

Swish!

The sword light flickered, and Zhu Hou split out dozens of knives in an instant, and the sword qi burst out from the blade, cutting the bed tent into countless pieces.

And the woman sitting on the side of Zhu Hou's bed had disappeared at this time.

Zhu Hou stepped forward and found two thin lines of white sand on the edge of the bed.

"Is it Shen Lin, they are engaged in ghosts, or Gao Shouyuan?"

Staring at these two white sands, Zhu Hou's expression was extremely serious.

Although he has royal blood, he is a side line that cannot be biased.

However, even so, as long as he cultivated to the peak of bone training before he was forty years old, there was a high chance of breaking through the innate.

It was precisely because of this potential and royal bloodline that no one dared to touch Zhu Hou.

In the matter of Wucheng, Zhu Hou came with the family's task, and on the surface, naturally he could not be coerced into leaving, but secretly, he could use many means.

"Want to scare me off?" Zhu Hou sneered, did not take off his clothes, held the knife, and slept on the bed with his clothes.

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"Nine again?"

At the back door of Qingshan Watch, Mo Xuan was listening to the subordinate who delivered the food from the city to report the situation last night.

"Young master, don't worry, this time I specifically asked a few friends in He Mansion to inquire, they all said that there were nine, but in addition to being married, five little maids were also missing this time!"

Shimoto explained.

"What is the reaction of the county officials?" Mo Xuan's heart moved, so he asked.

According to this subordinate's previous statement, the eighteen families where someone disappeared at night made too much trouble, and they were directly imprisoned by Gao Shouyuan.

However, this time, all those who disappeared were the female relatives of He Mansion.

No matter how stupid Gao Shouyuan was, it was impossible to arrest the entire He Mansion.

"I don't know about this little one, but Master He went out early in the morning, I guess he went to Gao County Ling's mansion."

The next person who delivered the food speculated.

"He Mansion actually had an accident, it seems that the disappearance of women should not have been the work of those martial artists..." Mo Xuan secretly said in his heart.

Handing the other party a broken piece of silver, Mo Xuan ordered: "If something big happens in the city or at home, as soon as possible, rush to me to report, and you will say that I have an emergency." The

person delivering the food received the broken silver gratefully.

"Young Master, let's not let the master also come to this temple, not only quiet, but also safe, and not haunted." Xiaoqing on the side suggested.

"My father has a business in the city, and coupled with the chaos in Wucheng today, the family needs someone to calm the situation." Mo Xuan replied lightly.

Ghosts, disappearances, becoming congenital...

These clues lingered in Mo Xuan's mind, and Mo Xuan felt that he was about to figure out the whole thing, but it was always a little bit worse.

"Let's continue to practice martial arts, no matter how big what is about to happen in Wucheng, it can't compare to my lifespan problem."

Mo Xuan sighed in his heart, went back to his room to bring some food and water, and then dragged Xiaoqing to the woods not far from the Taoist Temple to continue his skin grinding training day after day.

"At the current speed, plus today, there are still four days to go, my innate child skill can be upgraded from entering the hall to integration, and at that time, there may be new changes in my body."

In the pit filled with iron sand, Mo Xuan thought while unleashing his Bafang punch.

After practicing the skin for an hour, Mo Xuan jumped out of the pit and waited for the wounds on his body to scab.

Xiaoqing was teasing a little squirrel with steamed bun dregs not far away.

Half an hour later, the blood scabs on Mo Xuan's body had already formed, and he trembled all over, and the blood scabs fell one after another.

Opening the package on the side, Mo Xuan changed into a set of close-fitting practice clothes.

Picking up the long knife, Mo Xuan began to cultivate the Drinking Wind Sword Technique.

"Assassination Fist" and "Turtle Breath Technique" Mo Xuan does not plan to practice for the time being.

He has practiced enough martial arts now, and he insists on dermabrasion three times a day, and he simply does not have much time to practice new martial arts.

Instead of practicing a bunch of beginner kung fu, it is better to master two or three subjects.

In addition, Mo Xuan also considered that after his innate child skill entered the next proficiency realm, his energy value might increase again.

At that time, his comprehension potential will increase, his cultivation of martial arts will be faster, and it will not be too late to practice the Assassination Fist and Turtle Breath Technique.

Yikes!

The sword light in his hand kept flickering, and various points on the secret book of the wind drinking knife flashed in Mo Xuan's mind, and the speed of swinging the knife was extremely fast.

Finally, snap!

The blade was overwhelmed and directly broken, and half of the blade flew out, completely submerged into the trunk of a tree.

Not far away, Xiaoqing had already looked at it.

"This... Is this also a home remedies? Xiaoqing's small mouth opened slightly and muttered.

"Why is the blade made of stainless steel so unstrong?"

Mo Xuan's brows furrowed, and he threw the remaining half of the knife handle aside.

"I still have a piece of magic gold in my hand, but I can use it to create a weapon that I can take advantage of..."

Mo Xuan suddenly thought, but in this small place of Wucheng, Mo Xuan didn't think that someone could create a sword soldier made of magic gold.

The Wind Drinking Knife could not be practiced, and Mo Xuan practiced the Blood Tempering Gong again.

The blood was flowing around, and the surface of Mo Xuan's body quickly turned red, and one blood vessel after another bulged, as if it was about to explode.

Even, Mo Xuan's eyes were full of blood.

However, Mo Xuan did not care, and continued to operate the bloody internal force.

The explosive power of the Blood Fu Gong is very strong, and Mo Xuan intends to show the Blood Fu Gong in front of people as much as possible without exposing his innate boy skill.

"I feel a tingling pain in my internal organs, is this a side effect of the royal exercises that Lei Hong said?"

Mo Xuan carefully felt his body and kept analyzing.

The sting pain of the internal organs quickly disappeared under the nourishment of the internal force of the innate boy gong.

"It seems that it is because of the innate boy martial arts, so this royal martial arts has not been able to cause any harm to me..."

Mo Xuan estimated the strength of his current bloody martial arts strength, and he was afraid that he would be able to catch up with Jia Ren, the master of the Houde Martial Arts Hall.

After practicing the Blood Tempering Exercise, Mo Xuan simply ate some food and continued to polish his skin.

Xiaoqing waited a little bored, directly pillowed the package, lay down on the thick fallen leaves and fell asleep.

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Such a peaceful cultivation day, three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

"Just ten percent of the progress, the innate boy skill can enter the next realm!"

Mo Xuan secretly said in his heart.

"Mo Shao, I see that you are absent-minded, but what is on your mind?"

The Qinghong Daoist sitting opposite Mo Xuan asked with a smile while pouring tea for Mo Xuan.

In the past two days, in addition to cultivation, Mo Xuan was talking to the Qinghong Dao Master Hall Changsheng Dao and Lou Guan Dao, and sometimes, he also knocked on things about the Holy Lotus Sect by the way.

As a result, every time the Qinghong Dao Elder heard about the Holy Lotus Sect, he changed his color and did not want to talk about it.

"Of course he has something on his mind, after all, he only has one year left to live."

A soft and sticky voice came from outside the tea room, and a vague fragrance appeared in the room.

"Yuelong?"

Looking at Yuelong who suddenly stood in the room, Mo Xuan was taken aback, touched the hand of the oil-paper wrapped on his waist, and immediately took it back.

Just now, Mo Xuan almost reflexively threw out the oil-paper packet mixed with quicklime and paprika.

"Uncle Master? Why are you here? When

Qinghong Daoist saw Yue Long who suddenly appeared, he was even more surprised than Mo Xuan.

"Uncle Master, please sit down!" Qinghong Dao Chang stood up with sincere trepidation and made way for Yuelong.

"Uncle Master?" Mo Xuan looked at Yuelong, who was dressed hotly and had a graceful figure, and was a little confused.

This Yuelong, is it a person from the Daomen?

Or a master uncle in his sixties?