002 gold paper

Chu Mu's home is halfway up the mountain, but there is only a small courtyard, two thatched houses, one for his mother and one for Chu Mu. Back home and having dinner, Chu Mu climbed into bed early and took out a piece of golden paper from the dark compartment of the bed board.

This page of golden paper is very heavy, bursts of light and brilliant. It is engraved with seemingly empty lines, which seem to be vague. At first glance, it looks chaotic and irregular. When you look at it, it will give the viewer a visual illusion that these lines are slowly flowing.

This page of golden paper was turned out of his mother's locked cabinet when Chu Mu was just walking. The tragic experience in the previous life made Chu Mu know the importance of his own strength. Without strong strength, self- Protection is not enough. What are the ideals and ambitions!

Therefore, Chu Mu changed his laziness in his previous life and became much more diligent. In such a world where martial arts are respected and everything speaks according to strength, what other way is there besides improving your strength?

At the beginning, Chu Mu was convinced that diligence could make up for his shortcomings. According to his starting point when he was more than one year old, it would take five or six years earlier than others. He could wear every drop of water, but he didn't believe that it had no effect at all! What's more, Chu Mu doesn't feel clumsy! That night, Chu Mu couldn't help studying carefully with the page of golden paper.

Chu Mu is full of hope, but it is completely messy in this ghost-like line...

Who knows, when he threw the golden paper aside and lay quietly, the lines on the golden paper appeared in his mind. In the body, a silver light half the size of a grain of rice appeared in Dantian under the navel.

And, as you breathe, the silver light flashes everywhere in the body. When inhaling, the silver light lived in Dantian. When exhaling, it exploded and merged into the meridians and bones, moistening Chu Mu's muscles and bones. When it exploded, it was like a circle of ripples of stones throwing in the lake.

over and over again.

In fact, Chu Mu did not know that this was an extremely profound and dangerous internal skill. If you are an ordinary martial arts practicer with a strong mind, you will be really confused at a glance. If you practice for a few years, you will be put into running water, and if you are serious, the meridians will burst and die.

However, Chu Mu is a child who doesn't know anything about martial arts and doesn't even know what his sense of anger is. He just unconsciously remembers these lines and let them run in his body unconsciously.

Chu Mu naturally entered a fixed state and fell asleep.

The next morning, Chu Mu eagerly explored the results of the previous night's practice, but found that there was no real qi accumulation in Dantian. At first, I thought it was because of the short practice time.

After a month of practice, Chu Mu finally sadly found that only when he practiced, there would be true qi in Dantian. As long as you don't practice, the true spirit will disappear immediately. The whole bamboo basket is watering, an empty one.

Although Zhenqi can't accumulate in his own Dantian, Chu Mu still takes out this golden paper every day to take a look and practice. After all, luck is also a hope.

After years of cultivation, although there is still no real qi accumulation in Chu Mu's body, his body is much better than his peers.

Chu Mu has super physical fitness, and even the patriarch is moved to love talent, and let him study the high-level martial arts secrets of the Taishu family. Chu Mu can practice the true qi more than ten times faster than ordinary people, but it is difficult to keep any of the cultivated true qi after at most one night.

Although Taishuchen and Taishuze have mediocre qualifications, they have entered the ranks of martial arts practitioners, and now they are now three-level martial arts.

The village head looked through many ancient books for this and finally came to a disappointed conclusion: it is difficult to practice.

Chu Mu was ridiculed and ridiculed in the village because of his waste body.

Chu Mu held the dazzling golden paper tightly and pointed to the dark sky with his middle finger. God made himself live again, but gave himself greater suffering.

In such a world where martial arts is respected, how can a waste body live?

"Kka!" An electric light flashed and hit the towering tree in front of the courtyard, and then with a "rumbling", the towering tree fell to the ground. Fortunately, it fell along the hillside and did not affect the courtyard. ** Chu Mu couldn't see it. In a flash of lightning, a dark shadow flashed.

"Damn! God, the black light is blind, and the eyes are still bright!" Chu Mu was excited all over, and he still muttered hard and shrank into a quail.

When I closed my eyes, the flow route of the skills on the golden paper appeared in my mind, and the true qi in my body automatically operated. Then, in the Dantian of Chu Mu, a silver light the size of a droplet appeared...

I fell asleep in a long time.

In Chu Mu's sleep, when she was practicing, Chu Mu's mother came in quietly in a black night coat. Her hair was messy, and her clothes were also damaged in several places, which looked a little embarrassed.

At the moment Chu Mu's mother came in, the glitter on the golden paper all disappeared and became ordinary.

Chu Mu's mother stood in front of the bed and looked at Chu Mu's equally beautiful and handsome face, which was a little sad. Looking at the faint fluorescence flow around Chu Mu, the crystal clear muscles and bones, and the silver thin lines in the meridians under the muscle bone, he muttered, "After all, I chose this road."

The reason why Chu Mu's mother hid the golden paper was that she didn't want to be found by Chu Mu. This skill is too domineering and strong, and it is very dangerous in the process of cultivation.

In her wish, she didn't think how powerful Chu Mu could be, but hoped that he could live a stable and safe life.

But it's no longer possible...

sighed, and Chu Mu's mother slowly stretched out her right hand to the golden paper in Chu Mu's hand. On her outstretched right hand, there was a shining white light, which made her whole palm crystal clear.

In an instant, the golden paper glowed, and the whole room was full of golden light, reflecting the golden brilliance. The golden paper trembled gently and suddenly flashed violently. It broke out of Chu Mu's hand, turned into a golden meteor, and flew towards the window on one side.

The speed of the golden paper is extremely fast, but it still can't escape. It is firmly grasped by Chu Mu's mother's shining white right hand, and it is difficult to break free even if it struggles.

"Oh!" As if a long sigh sounded, the golden paper appointment generally became quiet, and the golden light slowly disappeared, and finally lost its brilliance.

Looking at Chu Mu, who was still diligently ploughing while sleeping, Chu Mu's mother gritted her teeth and stabbed Chu Mu's chest with golden paper in her hand.

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