Uncle Rabbit shook his head again and again. At this time, he can’t bear to pretend, but he is lamenting … Uncle, why am I so unlucky?
"Oh, it seems that you can really understand me!" Yang Muyu satisfiedly smile.
Uncle rabbit knew that he had been cheated, but only nodded. "This boy is as treacherous as a ghost and is not a fool." Yang Muyu, no matter how the rabbit slanders him in his heart, he thinks that his father doesn’t know where he went, and the rabbit doesn’t know where he ran out, but … When his father is gone, he can have a pet to play with. Hey hey, since he has found it, just keep it casually. When I find my father, I’ll kill it and bake it to honor my father.
Uncle rabbit didn’t know that Yang Muyu’s purpose in adopting it was to find his father and kill it in the future.
Being disturbed by this rabbit, Yang Muyu’s sadness in his heart converged a lot, and he took the rabbit back to Wang Bo’s house. The next morning, Wang Bo and the residents of Muxin town left Muxin town where Hu Zhengming had lived for five years and embarked on his own life path. As for how the rabbit got under the ashes of the hut, he didn’t think deeply.
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Chapter XII Spiritual Power
It has been more than ten days since I left Muxin town. During the day, Yang Muyu followed Hu Zhengming and others on their way. Every time I went to the town, Hu Zhengming and others stayed in the inn. Yang Muyu took the rabbit out to inquire about the whereabouts of my father, but there was no news along the way.
Taking advantage of these idle days, Yang Muyu also began to secretly practice spiritual power. According to the information left by the weirdo in his mind, he learned that spiritual power is divided into nine categories. Although the practice of practicing spiritual power in the mountains and seas has different attributes and secret skills, the standards for distinguishing spiritual power are the same. According to the spiritual cultivation, it can be divided into primary, intermediate and advanced.
One to three products of spiritual power are primary three to six products, intermediate six to nine products are advanced, and there are only a few advanced martial arts practitioners in the whole mountain and sea world, and there are gods above nine products.
When each product is used, the aura display has different colors. From one product to nine products, it is colorless, cyan, blue, green, yellow, orange, red, purple and gold.
There are too many messy things in Yang Muyu’s mind, and there are also many kinds of spiritual cultivation secrets. Besides the Purple Flame Heart Sutra, there is also a cultivation secret that interests him greatly. The name of this spiritual cultivation secret is also called "The Strategy of Destroying the World".
Domineering and evil name!
However, when he started practicing seriously, he began to stay again. He had been instructed by his father to practice the secret of deep breathing since childhood, but now practicing the secret of spiritual power is completely opposite to the secret of deep breathing that he practiced since childhood. This made him really embarrassed.
It turns out that the essence of the secret technique of deep breathing taught by his father is stored in the eyebrows and the whole body meridians, which is an odd secret technique to exercise the spirit. My father once said that the essence can penetrate the body and hurt and be invisible when practicing to a profound level, but he has been practicing since childhood for more than ten years, not to mention that the essence can penetrate the body and hurt and be invisible. Even the ordinary strong man can’t beat the most, but his body is slightly better than that of ordinary children.
But it was nothing. After all, he never wanted to hurt people and be invisible. But now he is going to practice this "Death Tactics" to store the aura in the purple mansion. Where is the purple mansion? The method of three-inch spiritual force under the navel is completely different from his original practice of breathing and breathing. One is to use the essence to disperse with the whole body. It is all a thorough idea to exercise the aura to converge in the purple mansion.
After studying for two days, Yang Muyu didn’t work out a trick to tentatively ask Hu Zhengming. The old man just said that spiritual exercise is naturally known to the purple mansion.
Moreover, Yang Muyu dared not ask more questions for fear of revealing the secrets of the weirdo. He’s a weirdo, although he hasn’t been with him for a long time, but he kind of understands that the weirdo seems to have a grudge against Tianyimen, but he can’t know what his involvement with the weirdo is. What’s more, the weirdo gave him the magic sword and the starfish soul before he died, which is a rare treasure. He understands that every man is innocent and guilty.
After two days’ hesitation, Yang Muyu is really longing for practitioners. He is still going to practice spiritual strength according to the secret skill of "Destroying the World". Every day, in addition to practicing the original secret skill of breathing and breathing, he is practicing the secret skill of destroying the world and exercising the purple house spiritual strength. However, the progress is really slow, and I don’t know when it will be possible to achieve spiritual strength.
However, he learned from the mouth of 6 Jing Hong in a small talk that the cultivation of spiritual power is inherently slow, which is normal. It takes at least three to five years for ordinary people to cultivate spiritual power, which depends on talent and opportunity, otherwise some people will find it difficult to break through even if they practice for ten or twenty years.
So it turns out that Yang Muyu is not only depressed for more than ten or twenty years, but also just a spiritual product? How long do those four products have to practice? Isn’t it necessary to practice until the head is white and the teeth fall? But after all, he is a child’s mind. Although depressed, he continues to practice the secret skills of extinction. He continues to practice two completely different secret skills, exercising his own essence and aura. The difference is that the essence is scattered and the whole body meridians exist and know the sea. Reiki is in the purple house.
When he was free, he fantasized in his mind how to fly against the wind with the dance of soft light and how to kill the magic sword with one hand. Although he can’t use all kinds of secret skills in his mind, he is a child’s mind after all, but he filters what he likes in his mind one by one and deepens his impression over and over again.
Not to mention Yang Muyu’s secret cultivation of spiritual strength these days, he said that on this day, four people went all the way eastward to the heavy cloud city, which is not the main artery in the east-west direction compared with ordinary towns, but also faced with the vast overseas access to Qianhe Island and the prosperous port together with the East Flower City, which is a rare prosperous big town in Qingyu Empire.
On this day, Yang Muyu entered the city at sunset. Although he has been to many places since childhood, due to his father’s deliberate low-key and young age, he doesn’t understand these things. Now he is curious and can’t help but look around.
"I said Yang’s boy, this heavy cloud city is a big place. You have to have a good stroll when you enter the city?" Huang Lanyu smiled lazily. I don’t know why Yang Muyu, who was dressed in a patched rag and followed them, was not pleasing to the eye the more he looked at it.
"Oh … big place?" Yang Muyu nodded and didn’t pay attention to him. He just replied smoothly. For more than ten days, he naturally knew that Huang Lanyu didn’t like him, and he also didn’t like him, especially when he stood beside 6 Jinghong.
These days, I was shocked to see that I shook my head and said, "Brother, don’t always bully Mu Yu!" How can she not know Huang Lanyu’s mind? It’s just that men and women are different, and secondly, there is no formal commitment between them. Originally, 6 Jinghong had a good impression on him, just looking at Huang Lanyu’s constant discomfort against Yang Muyu’s heart is inevitable to be maintained everywhere. After all, in her eyes, Yang Muyu is just a child. But in this way, Huang Lanyu hates Yang Muyu even more.
Huang Lanyu snorted and stopped saying anything, but his heart was a tunnel: "Today, we must find a way to get rid of this boy and don’t let him follow."
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Chapter 13, pitfalls (1)
Hu Zhengming looked at Yang Muyu and asked, "Mu Yu, are you looking around first or what?" They have never seen Yang Muyu’s father, even if they meet him face to face, so everywhere they go, Yang Muyu goes to find his father privately.
"Let me look around first! Meet you at dusk. " Yang Muyu nodded. He felt faintly that he could not find his father along the way, but he still had to find it even though he knew he could not find it.
"Well, we’ll stay at Hongtong Inn. If you don’t know the place, ask someone then." Hu Zhengming charged two more sentences before taking Huang Lanyu and 6 Jinghong to Hongtong Inn.
"Well, brother, you go first. I suddenly remembered to buy something." Huang Lanyu took a glance at the back of Yang Muyu.
6 Jinghong frowned and instinctively defended: "Brother, don’t embarrass Mu Yu. He is a child." Huang Lanyu saw that Yang Muyu was not pleasing to the eye. 6 Jinghong knew that when dealing with the fire unicorn that day, Yang Muyu gave his life to save her, but it was on her. If it were another man, 6 Jinghong was also uncomfortable. But firstly, Yang Muyu was just a child. Secondly, after all, he saved her out of kindness.
6 I was shocked to speak, but I couldn’t help thinking: "Why is this person so stingy?"
"Don’t worry, I’m just teasing him and really care about him?" Huang Lanyu laughed and talked, but he had turned away, but he didn’t know that he had left a bad impression in the heart of 6 Jing Hong.
Yang Muyu took a few steps away from Hu Zhengming. He grabbed an old man who was walking and asked, "Old uncle, do you know where there is a house for rent in this heavy cloud city?"
He knew his father’s habit. If he really settled in such a big town, he would find a place to rent a house. The terrain must be extremely remote. His father never liked busy people.
Under the guidance of the elders, Yang Muyu walked towards the Hutong in the western suburbs-
"I said rabbit, you said … should I follow her?" Yang Muyu took Uncle Rabbit out of the cross bag beside his waist and held it in his hand. He asked in a low voice that he was used to gossiping with the rabbit these days … He had to find someone to talk to. Although the rabbit can’t speak, it seems that he really understands what he says, and he can express his decision by nodding and shaking his head.
"Squeak … I’m Uncle Rabbit." The rabbit gave Yang Muyu a stroke of his finger and shook his head with complete contempt.
Yang Muyu looked at the rabbit and sighed in a low voice. At first, he felt that the rabbit was strange, so he caught it and raised it. But after a few days, he couldn’t tell what was strange about the rabbit and what was the difference between it and the ordinary rabbit. Of course, except that it could understand him, it was probably a rabbit essence. This was his final evaluation of Uncle Rabbit.
"I don’t think I need to follow her anymore, but-rabbit, do you think I should tell her that in fact, even if they find the blood of the dragon, they can’t solve the poison of the dragon finch?" Yang Muyu gently said that these days he finally knew from Hu Zhengming’s chat that the purpose of their trip to the vast ocean was to find the blood of Yan Long to relieve the dragon finch poison for 6 Jing Hong’s uncle.
The hutong in the western suburbs is really remote, and even the houses are very old. It’s all because the owner of the old house moved away but left the original old house for rent.
Yang Muyu slowly searched for the past along the old brick. He knew his father’s habits. If he were really here, he would certainly find it. But after wandering around for a long time, he saw that the sky was getting dark, and a few faint yellow oil lamps were revealed from the old house, but he had no clue.
"Maybe I’m really looking in the wrong direction?" Yang Muyu shook his head and sighed and turned to meet Hongtong Inn, but just as he turned around, a shadow stood motionless in the dark corner.