My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

Inside the hunter's hut.

Chen Mu stared at the white-haired old man outside through the gap in the window.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be strolling in the courtyard, but disappeared quickly, Chen Mu was relieved.

Wiping his forehead, he was sweating profusely.

The old man is a killer?

Who is going to kill me?

What happened to the death of the employer?

Could it be to fool me and kill me while I relax?

Chen Mu was in a state of confusion.

I am practicing calligraphy and painting honestly, earning hard money for my duty, but someone wants to kill me? !

The world is tough, people are dangerous!

We must master the power as soon as possible!

The figure of the white-haired old man has completely disappeared.

Chen Mu tied a water bag mixed with several types of poisonous snake venom around his waist.

Arrange the lime powder inside the sleeves.

The right hand gripped dozens of sharp-edged gravel.

Do not use a hatchet in the lower back.

Chen Mu handled the hare, performed the kestrel shape training technique with all his strength, and went straight to the side of the mountain forest.

That's the exact opposite direction from the old man's departure.

Although he had to spare the distance, he felt more at ease.

He never wanted to meet the white-haired old man.

...

Be careful all the way.

Chen Mu was like a frightened bird, any disturbance made him tremble with fear.

It was only in the evening that he sneaked back to his home in Qingshan County.

If the other party can find Chenjia Village, it is very likely that they will also find it here.

Go home asap!

What happened today made Chen Mu extremely insecure.

Putting things away and having dinner in a hurry, Chen Mu didn't rest at home either.

Holding the bedding, he ran over the wall to the adjacent yard.

Having lived here for so long, Chen Mu has already made inquiries.

The west house has been vacant for a long time.

He decided to spend the night here now.

We have to find a way to rent this yard too.

No, it's still too close. Chen Mu looked west.

The house seems to be good too.

...

The next day, Chen Mu went to Dongshi Yaxing and rented the two houses next door together.

The annual rent is only a tael of silver, and Chen Mu can now fully support it.

After locking the door, he began to climb over the wall and move basic living materials to his new home.

Sleeping in the westernmost yard.

Practice in the middle house.

The old house has not been returned, and it is ready to be used as a pretense to fool people.

Then came the next big purchase, bought a lot of medicinal materials, and started to practice.

The matching secret medicine for kestrel shape training has the effect of improving the constitution and repairing the damage.

He used to take it only once a day.

Now Chen Mu is eager for strength, so he takes the secret medicine twice a day, with a moderate rest in between, to increase the number of exercises.

In the past, when he practiced physique six or seven times a day, his body would be sore and sore and unsustainable.

Now with the recovery of the secret medicine, I can practice eight or nine times a day.

Proficiency soared rapidly.

Feeling that the muscles are getting stronger and stronger, and the speed and response are getting faster and faster, Chen Mu is more and more involved.

Even deliberately reduce the number of portraits going out.

...

a month later

Writing: 1336/10000/second order;

Drawing: 1034/10000/second order;

Throwing: 2465/10000/second order;

Kestrel training: 5352/10000/first order;

It's coming soon, Yi Jin can be completed in at most two months.

There are three changes in shape training: tendons, bones, and marrow.

The name is just a superficial description.

According to Sheng Hong, the three-layer change is that the human body breaks through the limit three times, and the overall quality is constantly transformed and enhanced.

Every change is earth-shaking.

You can't achieve it without years of practice.

But once the change is completed, it can easily surpass ordinary people.

If only I could practice like this all the time. Chen Mu frowned.

He practiced qigong for a month, and his consumption of medicinal materials and food increased greatly.

The number of portraits going out has decreased again, and the savings in hand have shrunk significantly.

All the silver taels, copper plates, and pieces of silver in the pots were clearly marked everywhere.

forty-three...

More portraits to be drawn this month.

Increase the use of secret medicine.

The cost is greatly increased.

Purchasing sagebrush directly from the herb collectors does save a lot of money.

But the remaining herbs are still not cheap.

If there is no more income, he can only support another month.

Still poor.

In the following days, he moderately slowed down the pace of his practice, and gradually resumed his usual number of portraits.

Fortunately, the drawing ability has been improving, and the speed is faster, and it only takes half a day to make a portrait.

There is half a day left, which can be used for a long time to brush proficiency.

...

On this day, Chen Mu's portrait went home.

Suddenly, a thin middle-aged man stood at the door.

The other party was standing in front of his house, with two strong men following him.

The strong man he knew was the bodyguard of Master Yan.

If it wasn't for the two of them, he would have gone to talk to Master Yan Shan.

Wonderful Painting Workshop!

Then painter Yan wants to make a fool of himself.

It seems that the gift I gave last time was a light one!

He really didn't want to interact with these local snakes.

But before he could turn around and leave, the thin middle-aged man in gray had noticed him.

Young Master Chen, stay!

Glancing at the arms of the two strong men that were thicker than his thighs, Chen Mu regretted giving up the idea of ​​knocking the three of them out.

What's the matter.

Master Zhen, the owner of Miaohuafang, has an invitation, please come with us. The thin middle-aged man said with a smile.

Chen Mu glanced at the two expressionless strong men again.

He knew he had no choice.

Wait a minute, I'll clean up. Chen Mu cupped his hands.

Please hurry up. Master Zhen doesn't like to wait. The middle-aged man said with a smile.

Chen Mu opened the door with the three of them watching.

Just as he was about to close the door, the door was held by a strong man with one hand.

Master Chen, please as soon as possible. The thin middle-aged man was still smiling.

Chen Mu nodded expressionlessly.

Walking into the room, Chen Mu stood under the window on the west side of the room, looked at the three people at the door through the grid holes in the window, and silently stuffed two lime powder bags into his sleeves.

After thinking for a while, he clenched a small porcelain bottle on the windowsill again.

Finally, he grabbed the stone and put it in the purse.

...

An Lefang Ruyi Zhai.

Chen Mu looked up at the three-story wooden building.

It was noon at this time, and the business in the building was booming, and there was a constant flow of people.

Master, please, Master is in the private room on the third floor. The thin middle-aged man led Chen Mu upstairs.

Ruyizhai occupies a huge area, and the passenger flow is like weaving.

The lobby on the first floor is lively, but the private room on the third floor is quiet.

Chen Mu followed the thin middle-aged man to the third floor.

A wealthy middle-aged man was already sitting in the private room. Behind him stood two tall and strong bodyguards.

Is this that Mr. Zhen? Why can't I see Master Yan?

But Master Chen is face to face. Master Zhen said with a smile.

It's me. Chen Mu said calmly.

Come here, please take a seat. Master Zhen looked enthusiastic.

I heard that Chen Gongzi's painting skills are amazing, I have always wanted to see you, and today I finally met a real person. Master Zhen complimented.

Master Zhen is wrong. Chen Mu responded calmly.

This Mr. Zhen is worthy of being a businessman, with long sleeves and good dance, and is very good at chatting.

For a while, he talked about the interesting stories of An Lefang, and for a while he praised Chen Mu's superb painting skills.

Chen Mu was dealing with one after another, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, it should not be the Hongmen Banquet.

I don't want to beat around the bush. I want to ask Mr. Chen to be the chief painter of my wonderful painting workshop. Master Zhen got straight to the point.

Miaohuafang is responsible for connecting Mr. Chen, and we don't take a penny for the retouching fee. In addition, there are monthly schedules for 12 taels per month. Master Zhen had a sincere look on his face.

Let me be the chief painter? Chen Mu was surprised.

What about painter Yan?

Helping to attract business, there are additional cases for December, which seems to be quite good.

Such good conditions, there will be no fraud, right?

As the chief painter, Chen Gongzi only needs to make a few portraits for my wonderful painting workshop when necessary. Master Zhen said with a smile.

Chen Mu understood.

Combining his own painting skills with modern techniques, it is difficult for anyone to imitate it now.

Miaohuafang wants to use itself as a signboard.

You can make money safely, and the other party will increase your influence.

Okay! I agree. Chen Mu no longer hesitated.

As for Master Yan.

If you really want to make a fool of yourself, give him another big gift!

After that, there was a meal and a feast, and it was not until evening that Chen Mu left Anlefang.

...

In the Ruyi Zhai elegant room.

Mr. Zhen leaned against the window to admire the Anlefang where the lights were just beginning, and slowly smashed the seeds: Did you send it back?

Master, go back. The thin middle-aged man walked in with a cup of ginseng tea and replied.

With this young master Chen, our Miaohuafang will be stable. The owner has a good way. The thin middle-aged man smiled.

Master Zhen spat out the skin of the melon seeds: I don't know where the old man Yan died. Without this signboard, a lot of business has been robbed by the Red Square in the west of the city.

Could it be that Hongfang murdered Yan Lao? The thin middle-aged man said solemnly.

That stinky bitch is really doing it! Master Zhen said coldly with a flick of the melon seed skin.

In this way, I will find two good hands to protect Chen Mu tomorrow, but I can't make mistakes again.

Yes.

...

Outside the window of the wooden building, a shadow grabbed the eaves and hung it quietly in the air.

It turns out that you really want to hire me as the chief painter. Chen Mu breathed a sigh of relief.

The probing hand threw a stone and hit the ginseng tea in the thin middle-aged man's hand.

Since it's the real owner, it can't be poisoned to death.

It's a pity my bottle of concentrated snake venom.

Immediately ignoring the chaos in the house, he flipped up the roof dexterously.

Several ups and downs jumped into the alley and disappeared.