Who said I practiced the exercises incorrectly?

Chapter 35 How can we stay here forever and not move forward? !
Ning Yan strolled along the cobblestone street, looking around.

Yiliu Street where Xiaoyuanmen is located is not very long. There are small courtyards with white walls and red tiles on both sides, each one looks very luxurious.

In the past, the gates of these small courtyards were often wide open and completely unguarded.

But now it seems that several houses have been locked and closed. Even if the doors of the remaining houses are open, there are elite warriors walking back and forth inside. Whenever he stops for a while, the people inside will stare at him with vigilance.

"Even the compound closest to Xiaoyuan Gate has become so alert. It can be seen that Senior Brother Zhao's concerns are not groundless. There is indeed something wrong with the atmosphere in Qingcang County."

After leaving the cobblestone street, Ning Yan walked forward for a short while before arriving at a long and narrow street, where he saw a familiar tofu stall.

Ning Yan had some impression of the tofu from this restaurant. He remembered that the tofu was tender and smooth, and it tasted delicious with just a little bit of braised soup.

In the past, when he and Old Li came to buy tofu, the elderly man would always give him an extra spoonful with a smile.

But now, this stall is already empty.

The short wooden table broke in the middle, collapsing in two, revealing sharp wooden splinters.

The bench was completely embedded in the wall, and a large pool of dried dark red blood could be vaguely seen on the edge.

There were many scratches on the stone slabs on the ground, and even two broken yellow fingernails mixed in the mud.

Ning Yan stared at the nail in a daze, and suddenly a mournful sound came from afar.

He turned his head and saw a funeral procession with white cloth wrapped around their heads and holding white banners, following musicians playing funeral music, winding forward.

The team was filled with wailing sounds, and from time to time people threw paper money all over the sky.

When the last person in the team passed by, Ning Yan muttered to himself:

"Twenty-seven."

There were twenty-seven coffins in total.

If the Zhu family had not received his notification that night, would so many people have died?

Ning Yan continued forward in silence, looking around.

More and more details that he had never noticed in the past fell into his eyes.

He saw the bustling streets become deserted.

I also saw the bodies of people who died tragically in the alleys and no one collected them.

We also saw gang thugs staring at passers-by like wild animals.

……

Never before had the many scenes left such a vivid impression on his mind.

It made him feel the pulse of the city more deeply.

Even the subtle gap between him, as a time traveler, and this world was completely eliminated.

The whole person seemed to be much clearer.

Just as he was concentrating on his thoughts, a piercing cry suddenly broke his state:
"Help!"

"Robbery!!"

Ning Yan suddenly opened his eyes, and the situation in the field instantly fell into his sight.

A woman in gray linen clothes collapsed on the ground, her hair disheveled, crying loudly.

Not far in front of her, an agile warrior in black, holding a five or six-year-old girl around the waist with his right arm, strode forward with a twisted look of excitement on his face.

"Step aside!"

"Step aside!"

"Get out of my way!"

"Don't block my way!!"

The black-clad warrior held an iron rod in his left hand and swung it wildly, knocking many stalls over.

There were also passers-by who were unable to dodge and fell to the ground screaming after being hit by the stick.

Not long after he walked forward, he saw Ning Yan standing blankly in the middle of the road.

The black-clothed warrior's eyes froze for a moment, and then he became extremely angry. He held the iron rod in his left hand and chopped towards Ning Yan's head, as if he wanted to blow his head off on the spot.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a dull vibration sound.

The iron rod as thick as a child's arm smashed into Ning Yan's palm.

No flesh was torn.

There were no broken bones or tendons.

There was not even a trace of pain on his face. It was as if it was just an ordinary charcoal stick falling into the other party's hand.
The expression on the black-clad warrior's face froze immediately.

He tried to pull the iron rod back, but it seemed to be growing in Ning Yan's hand and did not move at all.

Then, under the astonished gaze of the black-clothed warrior, a big hand suddenly covered his head and turned it back sharply.

For the first time in his life, he saw the scenery behind him very clearly.

"This angle seems pretty good..."

Then eternal darkness completely drowned his thoughts.

Amid the loud roar, Ning Yan casually picked up the little girl, who was about five or six years old, and placed her safely on the ground.

At first glance, I saw a secret book falling from the black-clothed warrior.

It was the "Three Blood Seal Body Technique".

"Another idiot practicing random techniques?"

Ning Yan held the secret book with a look of contempt.

“Nini! Nini!!”

The woman in gray rushed over and hugged the girl, still crying.

"Don't worry, it's okay."

Seeing Ning Yan's gentle smile, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but when she saw the corpse on the ground, her expression immediately became terrified. She picked up the girl and ran away.

At this time, even the pedestrians who were hit and even the street vendors were all afraid and moving away, with looks of fear on their faces.

When Ning Yan saw this scene, he finally sighed and turned away.

"It's hard for big families in the city, but we have to worry about bad guys coming to our door."

"But compared to those big families, the common people at the bottom actually have a harder life."

“They don’t have to worry about anyone specifically targeting them.”

"Because if any warrior passing by is unhappy, their lives can end easily."

"The masses at the bottom of society cannot make their own voices heard, which is why so many people want to learn martial arts."

"But learning martial arts requires talent, perseverance, and luck. In this world, only a very small number of people can achieve success."

"Furthermore, once these few warriors gain power, a considerable number of them will forget their original intentions and become the bullies they originally hated."

"What on earth made them become what they are now? What on earth created such a world?"

"I don't understand, I can't see through it, but since I have traveled through time, there must be a corresponding mission."

“And fulfilling the mission requires strength.”

"It requires a force stronger than the peak of vitality!"

"How can we stay stuck here and not move forward?!"

The light in Ning Yan's eyes gradually became brighter.

The shackles of realm that were expected to take a long time to break through were easily broken at this moment.

Endless vital energy surged out from the body, merging with each other without any conflict.

A new and powerful force suddenly penetrated my whole body and filled every corner of my body.

“Is this what it means to gather energy?”

Under the influence of fresher and more condensed vital energy, earth-shaking changes were taking place in his body.

Ning Yan felt that his skin fascia had become stronger, and the strength when he clenched his fists had also increased greatly.

The whole body becomes lighter, and if you use [Swift Wind and Strong Grass], you will be able to run faster.

In addition, his five senses became more acute.

Be able to see further and hear more.

A loud noise suddenly came into his ears.

Ning Yan turned his head and looked to the right.

From a distance of hundreds of meters, you can see a group of people moving quickly.

With his extraordinary eyesight, he seemed to see the figure of Zhu Wu, the sixth in command.

"Ok?"

(End of this chapter)