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

While Mo Xuan and He Yougui were drinking small wine, He Youwan, dressed in red, walked in from outside the courtyard.

"Little sister? Would you like to drink some too? He Yougui greeted.

He Youwan did not speak, just glanced at the two and entered the house.

He Yougui laughed twice, and looked at Mo Xuan with some embarrassment, "Little sister, she is this character."

Mo Xuan nodded and did not speak.

After more than a dozen breaths, He Youwan's door opened, and He Youwan walked out carrying a burden and carrying a sword.

"Little sister..." As soon as He Yougui spoke, He Youwan left the small courtyard, and this time she didn't even look at it.

"Wine sac rice bag!" Outside the courtyard, He Youwan snorted softly.

There is chaos in Wucheng tonight, I don't know how many people will die, she must hurry back to prevent an accident in He Mansion.

Originally, she still wanted to say something to He Yougui, but seeing He Yougui and Mo Xuan drinking together, she didn't bother to say it.

It's useless to say anyway, He Yougui has never practiced martial arts, and he is addicted to wine, his body has long collapsed, knowing what he can do, he may drag her down in a hurry to go back.

As for Mo Xuan, it was even more unnecessary.

Out of the Taoist Temple, He Youwan jumped on her horse and ran towards the direction of Wucheng.

......

After drinking for most of the hour, He Yougui was completely drunk.

Mo Xuan directly picked up the back of He Yougui's neck with one hand, walked into the other party's room, and threw it on the bed.

After settling He Yougui, Mo Xuan returned to the house, cried for a night and fell asleep.

Seeing Xiaoqing curled up and sleeping sweetly, Mo Xuan sighed, carried it to the bed, and covered the quilt again.

Subsequently, Mo Xuan took off his coat.

Start practicing martial arts.

After the innate boy skill reached the realm of integration, Mo Xuan felt that there was a huge internal force circulating in his body all the time, and at this moment, he was not only not sleepy at all, but also energetic.

Coming out of the room, Mo Xuan practiced the Bafang punch in the small courtyard.

After a set of Bafang punches, Mo Xuan practiced the Drinking Wind Sword Technique again.

"Speed and strength have not improved significantly, but endurance and resilience have improved a lot..." Backhand

behind him, a large area of white qi evaporated from Mo Xuan's body, and the heat accumulated in his body was slowly emanating.

In just a moment, Mo Xuan felt the exhaustion of his body's muscles swept away.

He took out an eight-hundred-pound bow from the room, and Mo Xuan tried to pull it.

After seven times, Mo Xuan's arms trembled and he could no longer open the bow.

"The number of times has increased, but in fact, it is still relying on the resilience brought by Tong Zigong, and its own strength has not increased."

Mo Xuan gasped while analyzing.

However, with this analysis, Mo Xuan's bloodshot arms had completely recovered.

After trying several times in a row, Mo Xuan found that he only needed four breaths to recover by himself.

"Four breaths of time, if you master the rhythm of the battle, even if you are besieged, you are not afraid of consumption."

Mo Xuan said secretly, and the picture of being besieged by a group of Saint Lotus Sect followers unconsciously appeared in his mind.

After replenishing a little water and eating some dry food, it was already the time of Yin.

The blood moon in the sky still emitted a rich scarlet light.

Under the scarlet moonlight, Mo Xuan opened the "Turtle Breath Recipe".

The energy value increased a little, Mo Xuan decided to immediately cultivate internal strength, this "Turtle Breath Recipe" is useless in battle, it is completely inferior to the "Blood Tempering Recipe".

However, "Turtle Breath Recipe" has the effect of health preservation, which is already very good for Mo Xuan.

According to the map and method on the secret book, Mo Xuan was in this small courtyard, on all fours, and made a strange pose.

Wisps of internal forces flowed out from the depths of Mo Xuan's Dantian, but these internal forces only circulated around the internal organs for a while, and then they were taken back.

When cultivating the Turtle Breath Technique, Mo Xuan felt that the speed of blood flow throughout his body slowed down, and even his thinking and perception became dull, as if he was asleep.

After running like this for dozens of weeks, Mo Xuan got up and collected the work.

"I found the sense of qi for the first time, and the difficulty of cultivation is not great..." Mo

Xuan felt that the Turtle Breath Technique was simpler than the Blood Tempering Technique that he had originally cultivated.

Of course, this is mainly due to Mo Xuan's own internal strength of more than a hundred years of boy skills and up to three points.

Feeling that his cultivation was almost complete, Mo Xuan returned to the room and checked the human skin paper.

"Turtle Breath Tips (First Glimpse 5%)."

Seeing the progress of the Turtle Breath Technique, Mo Xuan was a little surprised, and he had only practiced for half an hour.

"After the energy value is improved, it is convenient to practice martial arts."

Mo Xuan felt that the other two martial arts, "Assassination Fist" and "Lion Roar Gong", could also be arranged.

Putting on his coat, Mo Xuan directly sat cross-kneeled on Xiaoqing's bunk and began to sleep.

After falling asleep, in Mo Xuan's body, the internal force of the turtle breath technique automatically operated, and Mo Xuan's breathing became extremely long, and he only completed one breath in a dozen breaths of others.

......

As soon as the sky was overcast, outside the green mountain view, there was a noise, and the sound of banging on the door.

Swish!

In the room, Mo Xuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, opened his eyes.

After the innate boy skill was upgraded to the fusion through, Mo Xuan's perception was once again greatly improved.

"There are about a dozen people outside the gate." Mo Xuan's ears moved slightly, and he heard more than a dozen chaotic heartbeats outside the gate of Qingshan Guan.

"Huh?" As soon as Mo Xuan got up, he suddenly noticed that something was wrong.

"The internal strength of the turtle breath in my body has increased?" Mo Xuan immediately ran the Turtle Breath Technique, and an internal force that was much stronger than last night circulated in his internal organs.

Nourished by this internal force, the blood flow in Mo Xuan's limbs was extremely slow.

"You can also cultivate while sleeping, this turtle breath technique is not bad." Mo Xuan gathered his internal strength and walked out of the room.

All the way to the gate, Mo Xuan saw Xiao Daotong and Qinghong Daoist standing in front of the door a little helplessly, and for a while he didn't know whether to open the door well or not.

"There should be ordinary people outside, it's better to open the door and take a look." Mo Xuan suggested.

When Qinghong Daoist heard this, he hesitated, but still opened the door, otherwise if he continued to knock, the people outside might smash the door.

As soon as the door opened, a group of miserable-looking people rushed in.

"Dao Chief, help, help, the city is haunted!"

As soon as a middle-aged man with his arm came in, he rushed to the Qinghong Daoist and cried.

"Haunted?" Chief Qinghong Dao was a little confused.

The next moment, the middle-aged man in front of Qinghong Daoist exhaled and disappeared in front of him.

"What happened in town?" Mo Xuan held the middle-aged man's shoulder with one hand and asked with a frown.

The middle-aged man hung his feet in the air and opened his mouth, not knowing whether to shout for help.

Just now, he was dragged over.

"Mo Shao?" In the crowd, a man with gauze wrapped around his neck walked out.

"Oh, it's you?" Mo Xuan recognized the other party as the subordinate who often delivered dishes.

Reaching out and throwing the middle-aged man aside just now, Mo Xuan began to ask.

"After the appearance of the Blood Moon last night, many martial artists in the city went crazy, their eyes were red, they slashed with knives, and they shouted something in their mouths, 'crazy, you are all crazy'..." Recalling

the nightmarish picture, this subordinate unconsciously snorted.

"What about the government? The other martial artists didn't make a move? Mo Xuan's brows furrowed.

"They made a move, it's just..." Speaking of this, the subordinate swallowed his spit, and said in a trembling tone: "It's just that those crazy martial artists of the rivers and lakes, their hands and feet have been cut off, and they can still move, and the wound on my neck was scratched by a severed hand!"

"Hands and feet left the body, can you still move?" Next to him, after hearing this, Qinghong Dao's face changed greatly.

"More than that! You chop your hands off, and their fingers can still bounce on the ground! Someone in the crowd said.

"I saw a head cut off, and that head was still yelling there!"

......

Everyone opened their mouths one after another, mentioning their strange encounter last night.

"What's going on at home, my dad is okay with them?"

Mo Xuan asked again.

"Mo Shao, I... I don't know, last night was so messy, there were a few crazy people jumping over the wall... Jumped in, I was so scared that I just ran... Ran away..."

said the next person who delivered the food a little stammered.

Hearing this, Mo Xuan's expression was extremely solemn.

Except for Zhao Bao, who is a leather warrior, the strength of the other guards is not high, and there is no problem in dealing with ordinary people, but it is not necessary to deal with the martial artists who have launched madness.

At home, it is very likely that something has happened!

Immediately, Mo Xuan quickly returned to the small courtyard.

Back in the room, he pinched Xiaoqing's face and woke up Xiaoqing, who was confused.

"Xiaoqing, pack your things, we'll go back to the city right away!"

After speaking, Mo Xuan came to the next room again, snapped, and after slapped He Yougui a few times, he woke He Yougui up.

"Huh? What's wrong with Brother Mo? He Yougui opened his eyes and felt his ears buzzing.

"Something happened in Wucheng! I'll go back first!

Mo Xuan didn't explain much, and left without speaking.

"Something happened in Wucheng?" He Yougui touched his reddened face, and his head was still confused.

After packing up his things, Mo Xuan pulled Xiaoqing out of Qingshan Temple.

In order to hurry back to the city, Mo Xuan directly unloaded the frame and carried Xiaoqing on the horse.

Xiaoqing shrunk in Mo Xuan's arms, and the sensible did not ask more.

Looking up and secretly glancing at Mo Xuan, who was riding a horse seriously, Xiaoqing's body shrunk into Mo Xuan's arms again.

"The young master is so anxious, something must have happened at home... Bodhisattva bless Bodhisattva bless..." Xiaoqing silently recited in her heart.