MTL - Heavenly Curse-Chapter 6 A big dream

Chapter 6: A Big Dream

Time flies again for several days. When Mu Yi saw himself in the mirror, he was startled.

The shawl spreads, the eye sockets sink, and the face is pale and scary.

"Is this me?" Mu Yi's head seemed to have been hit a bit, his eyes were at a loss at first, and then he gradually became clear.

"Huh, what a big dream." For a long time, Mu Yi exhaled a long breath, and the whole person suddenly relaxed, thinking about all the previous, as if dreaming, he couldn't help but have a cold sweat.

The Capricorn is also a manifestation of getting into the devil. If he didn't wake up in time, I am afraid that he will eventually run out of energy and die.

And the whole process, even he did not know himself, it is even more difficult to extricate himself.

For the first time, he has a clear understanding of the danger in Lao Daokou. This danger is not that you can avoid it if you want to pay attention. It is like a poppy flower, beautiful in appearance, harmless, but it can make you Fallen unknowingly.

In fact, at the beginning Mu Yi thought that the practice could not be quick and easy, but after a long time, he unknowingly ignored the danger. Perhaps all of this is related to Mu Yi's effort to achieve nothing outside his heart. It's not that difficult.

Now when he wakes up, he really understands what it means to practice.

That night, Mu Yi slept peacefully and had no dreams.

The next morning, Mu Yi picked up a boxing technique he had left out for a long time on a large stone in front of the temple.

This set of boxing was handed to him by the old way, without a name, it turned out to be 36 moves in total, but Mu Yi persisted for a full eight years.

But in the past eight years, he has no other feeling except that his strength is slightly larger than that of ordinary people. The so-called inner strength of those martial arts masters, he has never felt it. In the end, Mu Yi positioned this set of punches as inflow .

Still, he hasn't interrupted, perhaps because he's used to it.

It was only after he died from the old road that he no longer had the mood to punch, and it was more than half a month later.

Now, picking up this boxing method again, Mu Yi has a little different feeling.

Although the thirty-six movements are not many, they cover the whole body, and even the blood flow is accelerated a lot.

Three times in a row, Mu Yi put his fists upright, then closed his eyes instinctively, and fell into a state of nothingness outside his heart.

This time, he did not deliberately demand, but just quietly experienced the changes in his body.

Suddenly, he felt his body became lighter, and there was a little strength in his body, and then it settled slowly until he disappeared into the darkness.

At this moment, Mu Yi felt his head dizzy and then woke up.

"Just now I···"

When Mu Yi woke up, she was startled, and then frowned to remember the feeling just now. The darkness seemed to be able to devour everything. Fortunately, he woke up at a critical moment, but then he was not surprised.

"It is said that when the boxing skills are practiced to a high depth, there will naturally be qi. Although the old Taoist boxing methods are average, it will not be a sense of qi after eight years." Mu Yi could not help thinking of the darkness.

"Or is there any secret in my body?" Mu Yi reconsidered again. After all, before he had nothing outside his heart, he clearly sensed a trace of power to move in his body. If he didn't expect anything wrong, it should be anger. But before he was absorbed by his body, he was completely swallowed.

"Forget it, leave it alone. Anyway, this kind of thing can't be solved overnight. When my heart beats, maybe I can know the secret of the body."

Since he couldn't figure it out, Mu Yi didn't drill the horns of the horns. After all these years, he has never felt unwell. Instead, his body was rarely sick, and even the number of colds over the years was countless.

And Mu Yi quickly thought of his current predicament, that is, there was not much food.

Although he and Lao Dao spent many years wandering the rivers and lakes, he also had some savings, but later Lao Dao became ill, grabbed medicines for him, and bought coffins after his death, plus the last big purchase, he was almost penniless.

Although the food in the temple can still be maintained for a period of time, he had to consider for the upcoming winter. At that time, the snow would seal the mountain. Not to mention whether he could go down the mountain. Even if he went down, he had no money to buy food. Before winter, he needed to store food for the whole winter.

"Buffy? Practice? Look?"

One by one, the thoughts kept popping out, but another one was annihilated by Mu Yi.

After all, this is not the time to walk the rivers and lakes, and haunting is not often encountered. As for the dead, there is a small town under the mountain, and there are only a handful of people who die all year round, let alone things that are not ordinary What others can do.

As for looking at the photo, it ’s the so-called hairlessness on his lips. If he were to show the photo to other people, he would not be believed if he was not chased by someone. In short, he was too young. , Does not fit the image of an expert.

"Forget it, go hunting. At that time, the fur will be sold down the mountain, and the meat will be left to eat in the winter after it is dried."

Soon, Mu Yi thought of the best of both worlds. Before he cut down the tree, he saw many traces of animals left on the mountain. With his strength, as long as he didn't encounter the wolves, tigers and leopards, there was basically no danger. .

Do it when you think of it, Mu Yi sharpened the axe sharper, reinstalled a wooden handle more than half a meter long, and finally replaced the robe on his body, wearing a simple linen cloth and confidently entered the mountain.

On the hillside behind Funiu Mountain, there are large trees and thorns. Fortunately, because of autumn, the leaves begin to fall, and it is not easy to block the view.

A pheasant with gorgeous feathers, a copper top on his head, and a black-and-white neck and neck pheasant jumped out from behind a big tree, with a pointed mouth from time to time plunging into the ground to find food, his eyes kept turning, apparently, it was looking Eat without losing vigilance.

Suddenly, a fist-sized stone approached with a sharp voice.

The pheasant suddenly awakened, fluttering and fled freely.

"puff!"

The stone hit the ground half a meter away from the pheasant, and the leaves were flying.

The frightened pheasant escaped at the fastest speed in his life.

Subsequently, a wolverine figure appeared behind a cluster of thorns. This figure was Mu Yi who went hunting in the mountains.

At this moment, Mu Yi left his axe in his left hand, a bulging bag around his waist, two or three leaves on his head, and his clothes were scratched.

Just half a day, Mu Yi, who was full of confidence in the mountains, had to admit that he really had no talent for hunting. His bulging bag was not a wild animal, but a stone.

Because he found that neither the rabbit nor the pheasant could catch him with an axe, and even before they approached, those animals had already found him, so Mu Yi chose to use a stone, but his accuracy was not so good. kind.

Therefore, for a long time, Mu Yi was hungry and hungry, but he did not even hit a prey.

Following this progress, he may not be able to fill his stomach every day just by hunting.

"boom!"

Just when Mu Yi thought about whether to retreat, he suddenly heard a huge voice in the distance.