The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 87 Two Years
Three days later, at Five Poison Ridge, the headquarters of the Five Immortals Sect.

"Although hanging up is good, it's still more fun to add some more!"

After Mu Sheng finished practicing a set of sword techniques and completing his morning exercises, he couldn't help but feel emotional as he felt the rapid increase in his internal strength in the past few days.

Host: Mu Sheng

Refining progress: Sword Manual of Exorcism 59%
Refining completed: details or omissions;
World: Swordsman

During these three days, the refining progress of the Sword Manual of Exorcism would increase from time to time.

And with every additional progress, the strength in Mu Sheng's body increased by the Five Treasures Honey Wine will be more condensed.

Until the whole body's internal strength has been completely condensed and integrated, the progress will no longer fluctuate.

This jar of five-treasure nectar wine saved Mu Sheng 10 months.

However, seeing that the refining column on the panel was stuck at 59% progress, Mu Sheng felt like he was suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Although it can be improved to 60% in another ten days, why waste time when there is a faster method?

Mu Sheng did what he said. He turned back to the house and woke up Lan Fenghuang, who was resting after a night of hard work.

"I still want it."

"Ah! No, I really can't take it anymore." Lan Fenghuang, who had just woken up and was a little dazed, suddenly woke up.

"I don't want this. Do you have any more wine? Give me another one."

"Five Treasures Honey Wine? Also, I'll give it to you when I wake up. I need to sleep a little longer. I'm so sleepy."

After saying that, Lan Fenghuang fell asleep hugging the quilt, leaving Mu Sheng with a plump back that made him feel respectful.

"Forget it, even if the land is fertile, it's not good to plow it too hard. It will damage the land."

In the evening, it was already afternoon when Lan Fenghuang had a good sleep. After dinner, she took out another jar of five-treasure nectar wine.

"Brother Sheng, although this wine can increase your power, the effect will become less and less effective if you drink too much. The deeper your power, the worse the effect. Otherwise, our Five Immortals Sect would not rely mainly on poison."

"I know this. At least it's still useful to me now."

The progress was only one percentage point short, so Mu Sheng didn't even hold the jar to drink. He poured a bowl of wine and drank it in one gulp.

It felt like it wasn’t enough, so after another bowl, things started to change.

[Refining progress: Exorcist Sword Manual 60%]

The moment the refining progress reached 60% and entered the great success stage, the internal force in Mu Sheng's body suddenly began to boil, starting from the dantian and flowing through the Ren and Du meridians through the eight extraordinary meridians and twelve main meridians.

After circulating back and forth several times, it is then gathered into the Dantian, and the quality and quantity of the internal force are significantly improved.

After drinking another bowl of wine and finding that it had no effect at all, Mu Sheng stopped with some disappointment.

"Unfortunately, drinking any more is useless."

"Logically speaking, it shouldn't have been of any use the first time you drank it. Brother Sheng, it's strange that your skills have improved so significantly."

Lan Fenghuang felt Mu Sheng's body up and down. She was particularly curious about the scene of Mu Sheng's internal strength just increased.

As I was touching it, I suddenly realized something was wrong, and when I wanted to run away, it was too late.

So Lan Fenghuang, who had just woken up, soon began to feel sleepy again.

Half a year later, one morning, Mu Sheng finally left the Five Immortals Sect.

According to his original plan, he would spend a month absorbing all the books related to the Five Immortals Sect and medicine and poisons, and then make a name for himself in the martial arts world.

I don't know how I managed to stay here until now. I can only say that he is worthy of being a martial artist. He has strong fighting ability and recovers quickly. The different ethnic customs give me a cosplay feeling.

Especially in the later period, Lan Fenghuang couldn't afford to play anymore and even cheated, pulling a few maids along to join in, and there were new discoveries every time.

Which cadre can withstand such a test?

Isn't it said that Miao women are loyal in love? It turns out that it's all a stereotype.

Damn it, alcohol and sex have ruined me. I’m going to quit drinking from today!

It was winter when I came, and it was summer when I left.

A month later, Mu Sheng was traveling through the mountains and forests when suddenly a strong wind blew up, and a dark cloud came from nowhere. The sky, which was clear just now, immediately became dark.

The dark clouds in the sky became thicker and thicker, and with lightning and thunder, it seemed as if the accumulated rain was about to pour down from the sky all at once.

When Mu Sheng was planning to find an open space to set up his tent, he discovered a temple in the nearby forest.

It is better to have a house to shelter from the rain than to live in a tent. Mu Sheng immediately rushed towards the temple. In a few breaths, the temple was completely in front of him. On the plaque at the temple gate were three characters with paint peeling off: Haiyun Temple. The temple was very small, standing on the top of the mountain, with only a Buddhist hall and a few monks' rooms.

It looked very shabby, with a lot of white plaster on the walls almost falling off, and a lot of tiles on the roof of the temple were missing.

It looked like an abandoned temple, but at this moment a dim candlelight was lit in the Buddhist hall.

Someone?

Mu Sheng jumped into the temple, came to the outside of the Buddhist hall, and gently knocked on the wooden door of the hall.

Footsteps were soon heard in the Buddhist hall, and an old monk opened the door. His monk's robe, which had been washed so much that it turned white, was covered with patches.

"It's going to rain hard, so travelers are taking shelter here. Sorry to bother you, old master."

"Amitabha, donor, please come in quickly."

After the old monk led Mu Sheng into the Buddhist hall, he carefully closed the door and then looked at Mu Sheng and said.

"Amitabha, the temple is dilapidated, and only the monk's room of this old monk is available. I don't know how long this rain will last. If you don't mind, you can rest here."

"Master, don't worry. I have cultivated my inner strength. I can just sit here and rest."

"Amitabha."

After the old monk chanted a Buddhist name, he placed several wooden basins in various places in the Buddhist hall and went to meditate and chant. Perhaps because he was afraid of Mu Sheng's noise, the old monk chanted silently.

Boom!

After a muffled thunder, rain soon began to fall with crackling sound.

It started to rain lightly in the Buddhist hall, dripping accurately into several wooden basins, making a twang-twang sound, a bit like the sound of hitting a wooden fish.

It had been raining for a long time, and the tub was almost half full of water.

The old monk who had been chanting scriptures silently seemed to suddenly think of something, stopped and looked at Mu Sheng.

"Amitabha, may the donor have a meal? There is some rice and pickles in the temple, and you can cook some porridge."

"No need to trouble you, I have some here. Would you like some, Master?" Mu Sheng said as he took out two steamed buns from his arms.

"Amitabha, I don't eat after noon, thank you for your kindness."

The old monk started chanting again, and Mu Sheng watched him with some curiosity, and stopped after a long time.

"Why is the old master staying alone in this ancient temple deep in the mountains? Where are the other monks in the temple?"

When Mu Sheng arrived just now, he discovered that the road down the mountain leading to the temple was covered with grass, and it was obvious that there were no pilgrims.

"Amitabha, this temple has been dilapidated for a long time. The old monk found this temple while traveling here, and because he was old and weak, he lived here."

"Why would the master choose such a place? It's far away from people and there are no pilgrims. Life here must be very hard."

"Amitabha, the sufferings in this world are always predetermined. If I eat more, people will suffer less. Good, good."

"Master, your merits are immeasurable!"

The old monk's soft-spoken answer stunned Mu Sheng for a moment, and he only said this one sentence in the end.

The rain did not stop until late at night. The next morning, Mu Sheng bid farewell to the old monk and left.

On the way after leaving, I kept thinking about the old monk's words, and somehow I felt a little ashamed.

Even though he has cheats, he only thinks about his own comfort all day long and feels inferior to others.

Fortunately, Mu Sheng was used to adjusting his mindset and comforting himself, and he soon figured it out.

"Most of the suffering in this world is caused by humans. If I help the evil people who caused the suffering to be liberated, wouldn't that be even more meritorious?"

From that day on, the reputation of Tingfeng Sword began to spread in the martial arts world.

Some people say that he is a righteous chivalrous man who punishes evildoers and helps the poor. Others say that he is a murderous devil who kills entire families at will, leaving no one alive.

For more than a year, since Mu Sheng left the Five Immortals Sect, he headed northeast, traveling all the way from Wudang to Shaolin, and then to Songshan, Huashan, Taishan, Heimu Cliff, and Hengshan.

No matter whether they are righteous or evil, militants or landlords, bullies, corrupt officials, as long as they are doing evil and he encounters them, no matter what their background, they will be killed with one sword by Mu Sheng.

With justice on his head, seven kills on his body, and a listening wind sword in his hand, wherever he goes, there is panic.

He performed heroic deeds along the way, robbing the rich and helping the poor, and he felt like a special forces hero.

Either they are fighting, or they are on the way to fight.

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