My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

Facing the sunset, Chen Mu walked into the gathering area and couldn't help but stop.

The market street that was tidy in the morning is now chaotic.

Broken clay pots, exposed bamboo baskets, and torn straw mats.

A follow-up to what happened last night?

Chen Mu quietly walked behind a big tree.

Lips squirmed, and the five ghost bags opened.

He stood in the shade of a tree, quietly surveying the rush of people.

The laborers haven't come down yet.

The common vendors are not seen.

However, there were a few yamen officers who were not far away, and when they saw anyone, they shouted and drove them away.

An old man was dragged out of the tent by the yamen.

Rush into the tent and smash and search.

In the end, he gave the old man a few more kicks and scolded him and left.

...

Old man Liu felt that he was unlucky.

The business has just picked up a bit, and finally three bottles of Dali Pills were sold.

In the evening, the yamen looted the money and took it away, and even got beaten up.

Covering his forehead with a piece of grey cloth, Old Man Liu sighed.

What's the matter. An indifferent voice suddenly sounded behind him.

The old man shuddered in fright, turned his head suddenly, saw who was coming, and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's you, Brother Yang. I thought those black dogs were back again. Old man Liu had lingering fears.

Chen Mu nodded expressionlessly, looking like he was dumb and reticent.

The county magistrate, Li Qing, was dissatisfied with the construction progress and sent the group of black dogs to supervise the construction.

Here in the gathering area, adult laborers must go to repair the altar.

It's fortunate that you're not here, or else you'll definitely be arrested as a strong man.

Chen Mu's heart was relieved, but his brows could not help frowning.

It's not because the strong man died that Lu Jin was seriously injured, but because of the altar.

Catch the strong man? It's a little troublesome.

The gathering area is going to be a place of right and wrong.

Old man Liu sighed and cleaned up the medicinal materials that had been thrown all over the place.

What's your plan next? Chen Mu asked suddenly.

What else can I do, pack up and go.

Being cleaned up three times a day, my old bones can't stand the toss. Old man Liu shook his head lonely.

He was a senior, and he wanted to make a fortune, and then settled down in a rural village.

As a result, the yamen came suddenly and was raided three times a day, and the coffin was gone. Thinking about the future life, momentarily at a loss.

Continue to do the work of the lacewing doctor? Then I don't know when the guest died in a foreign land? The future is uncertain...

Chen Mu looked at the herbs on the ground thoughtfully: I need a batch of herbs.

Aren't you going to leave? Old Man Liu was startled.

Gathering areas are clearly not habitable.

Unless you want to go up the mountain to be a laborer.

The demand is huge, can you find it? Chen Mu said calmly.

With his current strength, if he hides. It was difficult for the yamen to find him.

Are you serious?! Old Liutou was overjoyed.

The received medicinal materials will be delivered to my wooden hut, cash on delivery. Chen Mu said.

Brother Yang, don't worry, the old man will definitely deliver the goods after all his life. Old Liutou rubbed his hands excitedly.

The things Chen Mu wanted included medicinal herbs and inconspicuous vegetation on Xiaodong Mountain.

It was collected cheaply from the laborers and sold to Chen Mu at a high price.

He made a lot of money in the last trade!

Chen Mu doesn't care about this premium.

Many of the anti-corrosion materials of rice ball bigudan are local vegetation in Xiaodongshan.

He needs to collect a large batch as soon as possible to facilitate the production of reserve grain.

...

Outside the wooden house at the foot of Xiaodong Mountain.

Chen Mu's face was not good-looking.

Pots and pans were thrown on the floor, and books on the table were torn to pieces. It seems that someone has been reluctantly flipping through the pages.

The two dried hares hanging under the eaves also disappeared.

Those greedy yamen, in the name of overseeing the strong men, ruthlessly raided the gathering area. His own family was not spared either.

I can't stay here any longer.

Fortunately, he put the important things into the five ghost bags, otherwise the loss would be big this time.

the next day.

Chen Mu packed up the pot and stove, and brought the rest of the tent used for wallpapering the five ghost bags.

As soon as the day dawned, he carried a bamboo basket into the misty Xiaodong Mountain.

In ten more days he will leave.

There is no need to conflict with the yamen.

Find a place on the nearby mountain, hide from the overseer yamen, and say goodbye here when the departure date arrives.

...

two days later

On the north side of Xiaodong Mountain, behind Qingfeng View, there is a water pool under a small step-shaped cliff.

From time to time, the surface of the water bubbling and bubbling, the spring water gushing.

A small creek protrudes from the edge of the pool and flows down the mountain.

Miaomiao cooking smoke beside the water pool. Chen Mu tied a gray cloth scarf and waved the spatula in his hand.

The fish meat, which is torn into filaments, is turned over when it touches the bottom of the pot slightly. The waste heat penetrates inward, evaporates the water, and cokes the skin.

Spices, honey, medicines, all kinds of flavors slowly converge, and the sweet and slightly burnt alluring flavor permeates.

He has been living in seclusion here for two days.

Set up a tent and create a simple shelter.

I didn't plan to stay for a long time, I just wanted to prepare the dry food for the road here. Wait for the departure date.

He tried to ask Jiejia if he could leave early. Was categorically rejected by Jiejia.

Chen Mu couldn't understand it. Does Qingshan County really have so many killer missions?

When he was concentrating on frying pork floss and making bigu pills.

A childish voice suddenly came from above his head: What are you doing?

Chen Mu raised his head.

On a small four-meter-high cliff, there is a small Taoist boy squatting like a pink and jade carving.

Sincerely?

How did this little Daoist find here?

Discovered by Qingfengguan?

Will they send someone to arrest me to repair the altar?

Chen Mu was a little helpless. Wouldn't it just settle down for two days and move again?

These days of hiding, I really lose the face of the traveler.

It's really fragrant. Xiao Daotong didn't get an answer, his eyes fixed on the pot, and he swallowed greedily.

Want to eat? Chen Mu smiled.

Think! Chengming Xiaodaotong's eyes suddenly lit up.

Chen Mu smiled and said coldly: Go back and let the fire engineer Fatty He do it for you.

Cheng Ming: ...

Brother Chen, just give me a taste, I promise, just one bite! Xiao Daotong was not discouraged, his short legs moved, and he ran to Chen Mu like a rabbit along the path beside the cliff.

Do you still remember me? Chen Mu was surprised.

The last time they met was a year and a half ago.

When the two of them don't meet much, they can't speak a few words a day.

And the other party is just a little Taoist boy of eight or nine years old.

Of course! Chengming raised his head with a proud face: Master said that I am talented, which is unforgettable!

Chen Mu: ...

A little envious of what to do.

I have never forgotten a traveler, you little Daoist still have this ability?

Brother Chen, give me something to eat, I promise, just take a bite!

...

On the stone table beside the stove, Chengming held a sea bowl with a human head, which was filled with thorn-free pan-fried fish fillets.

In other words, you came here by yourself. Chen Mu breathed a sigh of relief.

Cheng Mingli ignored it, just stuffed it into his mouth, his cheeks bulging, like a hamster.

Chen Mu grabbed the porcelain bowl.

Chengming looked at Chen Mu aggrievedly and nodded: Master and brothers have been busy all day without seeing anyone, so I ran out to play by myself.

Chen Mu returned the bowl to Xiaodaotong.

At least you don't have to worry about being kicked out or taken away.

It's not allowed to tell the Taoist temple about me here. Chen Mu said with a stern face.

Then can I still eat fish fillets tomorrow? Cheng Ming was not afraid, but looked at Chen Mu with bright eyes.

Yes! Chen Mu rolled his eyes. When you are so young, you will learn to rip you off. You are really good at it.

It's a word! Cheng Ming continued to bury his head and eat.

After eating a large bowl of fish meat, his stomach was still flat.

Uncle He said I was called a rice bucket. Xiao Daotong looked proud.

See what you can!

Come on, eat two good things. Chen Mu smiled and put two bigu pills on the ground.

What is this? Cheng Ming took it and stuffed it into his mouth.

Really naive, dare to eat it.

Bigu Pill. Chen Mu said solemnly.

Cheng Ming's face tensed, staring at Chen Mu without speaking.

Rice balls, rice balls, meat floss rice balls!

Give it back to me if you don't eat it!

Eat! The little boy immediately put another one in his mouth.

After eating three in a row, I want to ask for more. Chen Mu didn't dare to give it, for fear that it would break.

Cheng Ming stared at the Bigu Pill in Chen Mu's hand with a greedy expression, his stomach was still flat.

You really are a rice bucket. This appetite is almost the same as his.

...

It's normal. Jie Jia lightly picked up a piece of pan-fried fish fillet: If you are born with bones, it's not unusual for you to eat a lot.

Dao bone? Chen Mu heard a new word.

Don't think about it. That's not from the same world as us. Jie Jia said lightly.

What's the meaning?

Ten years of physical training, a hundred years of soul cultivation. Even if the talent is extraordinary, the hard work will not stop. If you practice your soul at the age of 30, you can be called a genius. Jiejia suddenly felt quite emotional.

Afterwards, I will accumulate the essence and strengthen the soul, and when the soul is completed, my life will be over.

But people who are born with Dao bones can complete the training in a hundred days, and they can practice the armor in three years.

Can this kind of person be the same as us?

It was the first time that Chen Mu had seen Jie Jia say so much.

Courage, is it really that difficult to practice? He has proficiency, so he didn't find it difficult to practice shape art, and he didn't take Courage seriously.

Seeing Jie Jia so embarrassed, Chen Mu couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Immediately thought of Cheng Ming.

Isn't this little guy the kind of person who is born with a bone?

Don't think about it, this kind of person will be taken away as soon as they appear, you can't see it.

Many people who eat a lot are born with supernatural powers, possess the blood of exotic animals, and take shape-changing drugs, which will make people eat a lot. Jie Jia finished speaking in one breath, and took out a white silk cloth to slowly wipe his mouth. He quickly cleaned up his emotions and returned to Gujing's wave-free state again.

...

After dinner, watching Jie Jia disappear into the thick mountain fog, Chen Mu pondered with an ugly face.

The world is really unfair.

I wake up early in the morning and stay in the dark, and I have worked hard for a year and a half, but I still can't complete the training. But there are some people who can do it easily.

Chen Mu felt powerless in his heart, and his face became more and more gloomy.

And courage. Jie Jia practiced until his hair was gray, and then he practiced courage. A wise man only needs three years

Chen Mu clenched his fists fiercely, his nails sank deep into the flesh, and he gritted his teeth and thought, It's so difficult to guide me, what about me?

The predecessor was just an ordinary scholar, with a poor physique. What he practiced is the kestrel training method, which is a bad street practice.

Easy tendons, easy bones, easy marrow

Ten years of shape training, and a hundred years of soul training.

I've been practicing diligently for a year and a half, but I haven't finished Yi Sui!

When will an ordinary low-level warrior like me who has no resources, no mentors, no background, will come out! Chen Mu's face was full of grief and anger, staring at the gray wall of proficiency in front of him.

Kestrel shape training: 5209/10000/third-order;

Huh? Can you finish training in three months at most?!

Chen Mu blinked.

Humph!

He slammed the gray wall away.

These foreign objects!

Broken my mind!

Don't look at it!