Cultivation Starts From Simplifying the Exercises

"The night is getting dark, now is the time to play chess?"

Lu Zhichun frowned, wondering why he let this old man into the house.

"In this village of Mi, I played countless games of chess with others, and I'm already tired of playing it. Now I happen to meet you, and I'm really addicted to chess. I hope it will be fulfilled."

The old man was all smiles, he had already set up the chessboard, waiting for Lu Zhichun to take his seat.

"I'm a little tired today, I'm afraid I don't have the energy to play chess with you."

Lu Zhichun looked at the old man and then at the chessboard, feeling a bad feeling in his heart. I don't know where this feeling came from, but Lu Zhichun still decided to follow his inner feelings.

"It's not too late, it's not too late."

The old man laughed softly, picked up the chess piece in his hand, and landed it on the chessboard in front of him.

Looking at the chessboard, Lu Zhichun felt dazed for a while, and closed his eyes involuntarily. Opening his eyes again, Lu Zhichun found that he was already sitting opposite the old man, and just as he raised his right hand from the chessboard, he had already made a move.

Apart from practicing, Lu Zhichun's only major hobby is playing chess. At this moment, seeing that he has already made a move, he immediately put aside other emotions and started playing chess seriously.

It's just that Lu Zhichun didn't realize that with each drop, his own spirit became weaker. Every minute seems to be insignificant, but the accumulation of sand forms a tower, and the accumulation of armpits forms a fur.

Many things cannot withstand such a small amount of wear and tear. Even if it is a strong cultivation base, this kind of wear and tear is enough to destroy a person after a long time.

Lu Zhichun was completely focused on the chessboard, not aware of the loss of cultivation. And this old man's chess skills seem to be extremely high, Lu Zhichun is fascinated by the position of every move.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Lu Zhichun's loss of cultivation was already comparable to the set of exercises he practiced outside. And this chessboard, looking at the rhythm, is actually just the beginning.

On the other side, in Hua Daohong's house, the two had already started drinking each other at some point.

A thousand cups of wine are rare for a bosom friend, Hua Daohong is a wine lover, the wine brought by this old man is not only fragrant, but after drinking, it has an endless aftertaste, making people want to drink it cup by cup.

When Hua Daohong drank, he didn't taste wine more often, and he didn't like to drink while chatting. He just enjoyed the process of drinking. For Hua Daohong, if someone is willing to drink with him, even if it is silent.

At this moment, the two of them didn't speak at all, but kept pouring one cup after another into their mouths, as if they were drinking too much.

Seeing the old man's drinking posture, Hua Daohong really liked him, so he couldn't help showing a smile on his face, raised the fragrant wine in his hand, and poured it into his mouth in one gulp.

But Hua Daohong didn't realize that every time he drank a cup, the aura on his body would drop by one point. At this time, the old man would pour himself a cup and pour it into his mouth.

The glass of wine in the old man's hand was actually Hua Daohong's cultivation base. Hua Daohong personally cut off his own cultivation base bit by bit and gave it to the old man as a drink.

It's just that Hua Daohong didn't realize this at the moment, but was silent in the joy of drinking, unable to extricate himself.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, half an hour, an hour!

Hua Daohong's heart suddenly trembled. He was about to pour the wine into his mouth, but it stopped there. Hua Daohong's originally cloudy eyes suddenly regained a little clarity because of the shock.

Hua Daohong felt the weakness of his body, not only his body, but also his whole spirit was at a low level, as if he hadn't slept for several days and nights.

"What's wrong with me?"

Hua Daohong looked at the wine glass in his hand. At this moment, in Hua Daohong's eyes, it seemed that it was no longer wine, but poison that pierced the intestines. Although Hua Daohong didn't want to understand the matter, he instinctively knew that this wine could no longer be drunk.

If I continue to drink, I am afraid that something I don't want to happen will happen.

"How much did you just drink, why did you stop?" the old man advised.

"Stop drinking, go back, I'm going to rest!" Hua Daohong stood up, and directly issued the order to evict the guest.

"If you don't like the taste of this wine, I have others, how about you try this glass?"

With a cold smile on his face, the old man waved at Hua Daohong. In a trance, Hua Daohong sat back on the chair again, holding the wine in his hand, and had already drunk most of it.

"puff!"

If it was the past, most of the wine had been drunk, Hua Daohong would definitely continue to drink it. But the feeling of shock just now was still there, Hua Daohong spit out the drink in one gulp.

"go out!"

Hua Daohong dropped the wine glass in his hand on the ground, and the wine glass immediately shattered. Hua Daohong's sea of ​​consciousness cleared slightly, and the feeling of confusion was not as obvious as before.

With a cold smile on his face, the old man nodded to Hua Daohong, and left Hua Daohong's room with his drink.

Hua Daohong stood on the edge of the bed, looking around, feeling uneasy and panic lingering in his heart. A strong desire to leave here emerged. But soon, this willingness began to gradually decrease.

A strange force suppressed Hua Daohong's thoughts, and at the same time drowsiness hit him, Hua Daohong sat on the bed unknowingly, resisting the drowsiness, preventing himself from really falling asleep.

In Lu Zhichun's room, the ground is full of scattered chess pieces. Lu Zhichun looked gloomy, looking at the old man in front of him, a killing intent emerged from the bottom of his heart, but this killing intent quickly dissipated inexplicably.

"The chessboard is gone, let's end this game!" Lu Zhichun said in a deep voice.

"No hurry, no hurry, I will come to you next time."

With a cold smile on his face, the old man looked at Lu Zhichun as if he was looking at a piece of delicious fat. The greed in his eyes almost overflowed from his eyes, making people shudder.

Lu Zhichun didn't say a word, watching the old man leave, his eyes were full of thoughts.

It's too wrong here to stay like this. Lu Zhichun took a step forward, suddenly feeling tired. This tiredness was so strong that even Lu Zhichun couldn't resist it, and he couldn't help but fell to the ground.

Even resisting the sleepiness is so difficult, leaving has directly become a luxury.

In front of Chen Fei's thatched hut, Chen Fei had already invited the woman out of the house, and the woman was holding a piece of paper in her hand at the moment, on which were paintings that looked like children's graffiti.

I can't see what is painted on it, and it is said to be graffiti, which is a bit of a compliment.

"Young master, my concubine is only asking for a painting, why are you so cruel!"

The woman's fragrant shoulders are half exposed at the moment, standing a little higher, she can even see many things that cannot be seen. But Chen Fei's expression remained motionless, showing no sign of emotion.

I don't know if it's the inexplicable energy obtained during the day that keeps Chen Fei's mind relatively clear. With the automatic operation of the dragon-suppressing elephant, the food in his stomach and the drinks he drank have disappeared a lot. .

Therefore, when the woman appeared and asked for a painting, Chen Fei instinctively felt something was wrong. No matter how enthusiastic the villagers are, there is no way to do this.

In the middle of the night, lonely men and widows, and then said to draw a picture for me. Chen Fei knows how to draw, but in this situation, how dare he draw for a woman.

Chen Fei didn't know what would happen when painting, but he just didn't dare to paint.

A few times during the trance, Chen Fei had already picked up the charcoal pencil and was already writing on the paper, and his painting skills were even better, but Chen Fei directly restrained himself, and then simply started to graffiti, drawing an incomprehensible s things.

Anyway, Chen Fei just didn't draw the specific appearance of this woman.

As for the woman's constant display of her figure, as well as the implied words, none of them aroused Chen Fei's feelings.

This scene is really too strange. When a woman suddenly came to show love to you, Chen Fei's first reaction was whether there was some conspiracy or trick involved.

"Such a standard, but let the girl down!" Chen Fei cupped his hands and said.

The smile on the woman's face gradually disappeared, leaving only an inhuman coldness, her eyes scratched Chen Fei, the paper in her hand was shattered into pieces, the woman turned and left.

Chen Fei frowned slightly, closed the door, and raised his desire to leave here to the maximum.

But before Chen Fei could take any measures, a feeling of drowsiness suddenly struck, and Chen Fei couldn't help supporting the wall. The sleepiness was so strong that it directly occupied all of Chen Fei's thoughts, and he couldn't think about other things.

After an unknown amount of time, the drowsiness gradually disappeared, and Chen Fei's brain began to function gradually.

"What was I trying to do just now?"

Chen Fei looked around in a daze. There should have been an extremely important matter just now, but Chen Fei found that he forgot it again.

"again?"

Chen Fei frowned, this feeling of forgetting things was too bad, and Chen Fei found that this situation seemed to be going on all the time?

When the time came, the village chief knocked on the door one by one and invited Chen Fei and the three to the open space yesterday. Same as yesterday, all the villagers stood aside at this moment, watching Chen Fei and the three silently, without speaking.

Chen Fei looked at Lu Zhichun and Lu Zhichun, and found that their state seemed a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was weird.

"Mi Village sincerely welcomes everyone who comes here. The three of you taught us the exercises yesterday, which benefited us a lot and we saw sincerity. In return, Mi Village is also willing to give some of our treasures to the three I hope it will be useful to the three of you."

After the village chief finished speaking, several villagers came out.

"Wind Gathering Technique, a little skill, I hope you won't laugh at me!"

One of the old women took a step forward, Yin took a deep look at Chen Fei and the three of them, and pointed forward, a few meters around suddenly fluctuated, a gust of wind appeared under the old woman out of thin air, and the old woman slowly floated up.

The eyes of Lu Zhichun and Lu Zhichun lit up. Even if Linghui was suppressed, Lu Zhichun and Lu Zhichun could tell that this was an extremely powerful move, which was extraordinary.

"Wind Gathering, this technique..." The old woman directly explained the essence of the Wind Gathering Technique one by one, and it took a full half an hour to finish explaining the Wind Gathering Technique.

However, Lu Zhichun and the other two did not notice that as they listened to the lecture, energy was constantly dissipating from their heavenly spirit caps, even Chen Fei was no exception.

Chen Fei was fascinated by what he was listening to, when he suddenly noticed that there was a line of writing under his eyes that was constantly beating.

Why is there a line of writing on the fundus?