My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 55 Ordinary

Squeak.

The carriage traveled on a road that was not smooth, but was still quite wide.

Chen Mu leaned against the carriage, lost in thought.

This is the third day since they left Qingshan County.

The initial novelty of the journey has been numbed by the monotony of traveling.

Sitting in the car every day, despite the constantly changing scenery, eventually brings on both physical and mental fatigue.

Zhang Ye lifted the curtain of the carriage and placed one hand on the carriage.

Five or six fine horses galloped towards them, and several martial arts practitioners spurred their horses on, quickly passing them.

Zhang Ye couldn't help but say sourly, "Another group of people going to Taobao."

No one in the carriage paid him any attention; he had lost count of how many times he had felt regret and bitterness.

"Uncle Zhang, if you want to go, then go ahead," Chengming said with a grin.

"Go away, what do kids know!" Zhang Ye rolled his eyes.

Chen Mu glanced back at the group of martial arts figures who had disappeared in a cloud of dust.

Yu Guang noticed the refugees from Qingshan County following behind the convoy.

Some people desperately tried to escape, while others tried their best to squeeze in.

"I wonder how many people will die."

Turning back, Chen Mu closed his eyes and ignored him.

The distance from Qingshan County to Nanyang Prefecture is very far.

According to Jiejia, even if everything goes smoothly, it will take at least a month and a half to get there.

"We can't waste this much time."

Chen Mu drew up the gray wall.

Writing: 1666/10000/Second order;

Drawing: 1533/10000/Second order;

Throw: 7553/10000/Tier 3;

Red Falcon Form Training Technique: 5311/10000/Tier 3;

Cooking skill: 806/10000/Tier 2;

Pharmaceutical Arts: 626/10000/Tier 3;

Hidden Blade: 816/10000/Tier 3;

Five Ghosts Moving Mountain Spell: 397/10000/Third Tier;

Writing and drawing will be omitted. He hasn't practiced these two skills in a long time.

Pebbles are everywhere; you can practice throwing them with flying stones, but it's too noisy, so you have to give up.

If people can see the flying locust stone, then it can no longer be used as a trump card.

You don't need to practice cooking deliberately; you can accumulate experience by cooking every day.

Pharmacy is a bit tricky. I've already read all the medical books. I can also gain experience by manually preparing medicines.

But we're on our way...

The hidden sword technique allows one to practice concealing and hiding their sword.

But as I said before, if too many people know about it, it's no longer considered a trump card.

The Five Ghosts Moving Mountain Spell?
Ibid.

"The breathing techniques in the Body Refining Technique are worth exploring."

Chen Mu leaned against the carriage, his body swaying with the carriage, his breathing rhythm slowly adjusting, moving closer to the breathing method of the Red Falcon Formation Technique.

……

The movements of physical training exercises can stimulate muscles in different parts of the body.

It is only effective when combined with breathing techniques.

"If you can engage the corresponding muscles while sitting, can you also achieve this coordination and thus a training effect?"

In the following days, Chen Mu pondered this idea whenever he had free time.

Thanks to the skill of using gray walls.

Throwing and raising the hidden sword both brought about qualitative changes to the body.

In addition to improving physical fitness, it also enhances control over the entire body.

Also benefiting from the skill of using gray walls.

Each attempt brought him a wealth of insights.

Let him gradually stray down this path.

……

"Grandpa, what's wrong with Brother Chen?" Zhang Ye asked curiously, looking at Chen Mu, whose eyes were lifeless.

This situation has lasted for three or four days.

He often spaces out and occasionally makes strange movements.

Startled and easily startled, sometimes happy and sometimes annoyed.

He's slow to react; it takes him ages to reply with a single sentence.

Jie Jia glanced at it and said indifferently, "Practice your skills."

He was all too familiar with this state of focused absorption. In the year or so they had known each other, he had witnessed it more than once.

This trance-like state occurs when the other person becomes engrossed in practicing a certain skill.

Zhang Ye looked surprised. Could someone practice martial arts while spacing out?

Surprising!
His eyes darted around, and he quietly reached for the package next to Chen Mu.

It's bulging, it must be hiding a lot of dried fruit and meat, right?
I've often seen young Taoist Chengming eating.

Just the smell is enough to make your stomach rumble.

Suck...

How about we give it a try...?

Just as he was about to make a move, he noticed two pairs of eyes looking at him.

Zhang Ye turned his head to look.

His eyelids drooped, narrowing into slits, and his bright yellow eyes revealed no emotion whatsoever; this was Jie Jia.

With bright, sparkling eyes, this is Chengming, the young Taoist disciple.

Zhang Ye raised an eyebrow and winked at the two men: "Split the profits equally."

Jie Jia remained expressionless, calmly turning his head to look ahead.

Chengming chuckled and lifted the curtain in the car window to look outside.

Zhang Ye rubbed his hands together excitedly.

He started out as a street thug. Even though he became the leader of a gang, he never stopped being a pickpocket.

He glanced back at the portly County Magistrate Du. The man was pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed.

Great, nobody noticed, nobody reminded them.

Today, I absolutely have to try this dried fruit and meat jerky!

A rough, calloused hand silently and slowly reached into the cloth bag.

laugh!
A sharp sword tip suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye's pupils suddenly contracted, and his whole body froze on the spot.

His right hand trembled as he pulled it back from the cloth bag.

Swish!
The short sword vanished into thin air.

Zhang Ye breathed a sigh of relief and touched the cold sweat on his forehead.

Zhang Ye glanced at Chen Mu, whose eyes remained vacant and who seemed completely unaffected. He quickly ducked into the back of the carriage.

I can’t afford to offend you…

"Ha!" Young Taoist Chengming couldn't help but laugh out loud at Zhang Ye's cowardly appearance.

Then, to Zhang Ye's astonishment, he easily pulled two small cloth bags out of the cloth bag.

One was handed to Jie Jia, and the other was kept for himself.

"I paid!" Chengming stared at Zhang Ye with a grin.

Zhang Ye: "..."

……

Xiaodongshan, Qingfeng Temple.

Before the altar was completed, the disciples of Qingfeng Temple were dismissed in batches by Feng Ren.

The once bustling scene of martial arts practice in the square in front of the Ancestral Hall is gone.

Only a row of jet-black iron human figures remained, cold and desolate.

Clang!
A jet-black fist slammed into the iron man's stake.

Sparks flew.

clang clang...

With sincerity, his fists pounded like hammers.

In no time, a cracked dent appeared on the iron stake.

The broken iron slag, glowing with a dark red heat, fell to the ground. The fist, however, emitted a faint warmth and remained completely unharmed.

He was shirtless, his hair loosely draped over his shoulders. His arms and hands were completely covered by a thin, translucent black film.

This is the kind of courage he has always dreamed of.

With the help of the Longevity Guide, his physical training progressed rapidly. He was already stuck at the peak of the Marrow Transformation stage, but he quickly developed his inner strength.

The longevity-inducing energy is powerful, rapidly increasing the range of the wandering soul and gradually covering both arms.

When the entire body is covered in armor, the power is fully realized and the armor is complete.

But now, sincerity brings no joy whatsoever. He vents his frustration by continuously hammering the wooden dummy.

Beside the training ground, Wu Yin sat on a collapsed stone tablet.

He held a small knife in one hand and a huge braised beef leg in the other.

Slice off pieces of beef leg meat one by one and place them on the plate in front of you.

The chubby boy squatted in front of the stone tablet, guarding the white porcelain plate.

Wu Yin cut off a slice, and he grabbed a slice and stuffed it into his mouth, his face glistening with oil as he ate.

"I heard you have a junior brother." Wu Yin said casually as he cut meat and took care of his grandson.

Clang!
With sincerity, he slammed his fist into the iron man's stake, his eyes filled with hatred.

If it weren't for his master's favoritism towards his junior brother, he wouldn't have killed his master, nor would he have drunk the Longevity Elixir, thus severing his own path to immortality.

Damn Chengming!
Wu Yin chuckled with interest: "Actually, there is a way."

Cheng Yi suddenly turned around, his face full of excitement.

His expression immediately changed.

Wu Yin was his uncle-master, but he and his master were like enemies, though they were still fellow disciples. Yet he himself poisoned his master.

Thinking of his dream, he forced a smile and said sincerely, "Please enlighten me, Uncle."

"Tell me about your junior brother. He has quite a big appetite too?" Wu Yin chuckled, looking on with interest.

Cheng Yi's face twisted in pain. But in the end, he had no choice but to suppress his hatred and grit his teeth as he recounted Cheng Ming's past.

“Senior brother, it’s no wonder we’re from the same school; we think alike.” Wu Yin chuckled after a moment of surprise.

He then looked at Cheng Yi and said, "As long as you can take your junior brother to Shouyang Mountain, you will receive a Thousand Machine Token."

"With the Thousand Machine Token, one can leave this barren land and pursue the path to immortality."

"The troubles of the Longevity Elixir might be resolved in that unknown place."

He was overjoyed at the sincerity shown to him.

I never imagined my junior brother could have such a role!
"Your master dismissed all his disciples, leaving only you. He clearly intends to take you with him to Shouyang Mountain."

"It's a pity you were so clever, that you committed patricide for the sake of a mere longevity."

"Do you think my senior brother died unjustly?" Wu Yin asked jokingly.

Cheng Yi's expression remained calm and composed. With renewed hope, he quickly regained his usual composure.

"I've been busy with my master's funeral these past few days, so please forgive me if I haven't been able to entertain you properly, Uncle-Master." Cheng Yi said with a sincere expression.

“My junior brother is young and alone far away. I was really worried about him, so I had to go and take care of him.” He said sincerely, “I am very sorry that I cannot serve my senior uncle.”

Wu Yin pointed at the sincerity and laughed loudly: "This hypocrisy, tsk tsk..."

……

Two days later.

Inside the carriage, Chen Muhuan's dilated pupils contracted as he slowly regained his senses.

call!
He opened his mouth and let out a long breath.

Then he suddenly began to change his breathing rhythm.

He was sitting there without moving, yet all the muscles in his body were pulsating rhythmically with his breathing.

A wave of heat emanated from his body.

In this cold winter in the south, Chen Mu was like a human furnace.

The young Taoist priest Chengming couldn't help but move to the carriage entrance, standing close to Chen Mu.

It's so warm.

A wisp of white mist rose from Chen Mu's head; it was steaming sweat.

Chen Mu took a deep breath and completed one cycle of breathing.

Adjust the gray wall.

Red Falcon Form Training Technique: 5352/10000/Tier 3;

Increase proficiency by one point.

"I really am just an ordinary person."

"Ordinary people spend ten years cultivating their physical form and a hundred years nurturing their spirit. At my rate, when will I ever develop that spirit?"

"Others are born with the aptitude for cultivation, spending a hundred days refining their form and three years cultivating their spirit. I practiced the breathing technique once, and only gained a little experience?!"

"I can practice a maximum of twenty times in an hour."

There is a limit to physical strength.

"If you can achieve a proficiency level of 150 or 160 in a day, that's already incredibly lucky!"

"Even if everything goes smoothly, it will still take more than a month to achieve the Great Perfection of Marrow Transformation?!"

"I really am just an ordinary person who disappoints people..."

"Brother Chen, what's making you so happy?" Chengming asked Chen Mu curiously.

Am I happy?

"Did you see it wrong?"

Jie Jia's bright yellow eyes slowly rolled, and he glanced at Chen Mu, saying indifferently, "His mouth is practically stretched to his ears."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"I am filled with grief and indignation!"

"It's heartbreak!"