Chapter 133: Talents Abound, and Great Achievements Are Made

Tomorrow is the weekend.

Feng Mu did not return tonight and stayed at the martial arts hall.

Late at night.

Master Li Guishe had already fallen asleep, and his room was quiet.

Not long after, the eldest brother Li Bashan also returned to his room. He stuffed the socks that Hong Ya had carefully washed and disinfected into his mouth, and fell into a deep sleep with thunderous snoring.

Second sister Liu Xie held a bottle of wine and sat in the yard, drinking by herself.

Third brother Zhao Zhixin sat next to the second sister, not drinking a drop of wine, just eating peanuts.

Fourth brother Yuan Xidi was still in the dojo, turning off the lights, and working hard on the iron pole alone, as if he had endless energy, and from time to time he would make a strange wolf-like howl.

Fifth brother Gong Qi lay comfortably on the bed, holding a ghost novel in his hand, reading with relish.

Sixth brother sat in front of a chair, relying on his memory, carefully drawing several portraits of Liu Yang. Every stroke reveals his deep affection for his old friend.

After finishing, he burned the paintings in an iron basin, letting them drift to the sky with the smoke, expressing his grief for the deceased. Obviously, he is a person with deep emotions and a strong sense of friendship.

Junior sister Hong Ya sat in front of the computer, watching an old romance drama intently.

Her attention was so focused that her eyes were red due to the fluctuations of emotions. Whenever the plot reached a climax, she would involuntarily wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes with a tissue, immersed in the sadomasochism in the play.

"It's not that you only like to kill people, you also have your own hobbies. It's just that the hobby of the senior brother likes to sleep with socks in his mouth, which is really special."

Feng Mu looked around and felt that everyone's image was a little more vivid.

"Then, if I live here in the future and I am found to like to draw blood for myself and like to steal iron materials to grind my teeth, it should be reasonable."

Feng Mu thought so and started practicing martial arts in the yard.

Compared to the cramped house, the spacious yard is obviously easier to display, and closer to nature, although there is no sun and moon here.

One hour passed.

Second Senior Sister finished drinking and went back to sleep.

Third Senior Brother finished eating peanuts and went back to sleep.

Two hours passed.

Fourth Senior Brother washed off his sweat and went back to sleep.

Fifth Senior Brother put down his book, turned off the light and went to sleep.

Sixth Senior Brother put down his paintbrush, put away the iron basin, and went back to sleep.

Three hours passed.

Hong Ya punched through the computer screen, and the picture of the headless male protagonist on the screen froze and went out. Hong Ya fell asleep with red eyes and tears.

Four hours, five hours, six hours... The night became darker and darker. In the yard, there was only a lonely figure except for the continuous thunder.

Feng Mu was still practicing boxing unremittingly. His consciousness seemed to have been emptied, and he was completely immersed in this undivided practice. The concentration was almost frightening.

Feng Mu was completely unaware. He was completely absorbed in the world of practicing martial arts. His figure gradually overlapped with the practice posture in the memory instilled by the system.

He seemed to have become an unconscious practice machine. Every move was extremely accurate and almost identical. It seemed both mechanical and boring, but revealed a kind of almost forced perfection.

[You have practiced for a long time without distraction. ]

[Seven Killing Fist·Blood and Flesh Second Solution Proficiency Gained +14]

[Soul Chasing Step·Blood and Flesh Second Solution Proficiency Gained +10]

[Senluo Finger·Blood and Flesh Second Solution Proficiency Gained +22]

[Pig iron consumption increased↑, +3%. ]

[Erosion iron consumption ↑, +0.1%]

[Today's settlement screen is as follows:

[Current consumption column 1: Raw iron (edibility 32.3/100%, reserve 1%)

[Current consumption column 2: [Yinsha Jiuyou Evil Resentment Iron (edibility 5.8%/100%, reserve 2.2%)]

4 o'clock in the morning came unknowingly.

Feng Mu woke up from his selfless practice. He picked up the thermos cup and took a gulp. The amount of raw iron stored in his body increased slightly.

Yes, although there was water in his thermos cup, it was real "latte" with a thick concentration.

"The growth rate of raw iron consumption is not low, but the time available for allocation every day has become less. The growth of evil iron consumption can be ignored for the time being. When the senior brother arranges me to go to prison, it will not be too late to brush it up hard."

Feng Mu thought to himself and had a clear plan for the future.

If you want everything, it will inevitably slow down the overall upward climb, but sacrificing a little speed in exchange for broadening the overall dimension will lay a more solid foundation for your future summit.

Feng Mu is mentally prepared for this and thinks it is worth it.

"People must be able to endure loneliness, and only after accumulating a lot can they make a breakthrough." Feng Mu took another sip of "latte", his eyes were as firm as iron.

More importantly, Feng Mu is about to usher in a stable and safe growth period, which is the time that his sister Feng Yuhuai and brother-in-law Zheng Hang have jointly won for him.

How can Feng Mu easily let down this deep affection?

Feng Mu took another sip of the mellow latte, and then took out a few carefully sharpened chopsticks from his pocket.

The ends of these chopsticks are cleverly punched with small holes, through which several strands of almost imperceptible transparent fishing lines pass.

This was made by Feng Mu at Hong Ya's request in the afternoon. Hong Ya has a workshop that belongs to her in the martial arts hall. It is filled with all kinds of strange inventions and creative products. Let's call it Hong Ya's experimental room?

Feng Mu was dragged by Hong Ya to visit it once. The room is not large, but it is filled with all kinds of items.

Metal tools such as hammers, saws, and electric drills are neatly arranged, paints, sandpaper and other materials are randomly piled up, chemical experimental supplies such as beakers and alcohol lamps are scattered, and there are even microscopes and an expensive centrifuge.

In short, it looks quite out of place. It is obvious that all kinds of strange but useful three-no products in Hong Ya's treasure bag were made here.

"Those who plan strategies, collect intelligence, execute killings, provide support, deal with the aftermath, and even those who are good at inventions and creations. The Ronggui School is really full of talents. Master Li Guishe is an educator."

The more Feng Mu knows about Douqiong Martial Arts Hall, the more he is amazed.

Senior brothers and sisters are trapped in a small martial arts hall, which is really a waste of talent. They deserve a broader stage. Fortunately, I, the junior brother, am here.

Feng Mu smiled, wrapped his ten fingers around the silk thread, swung his arms like waves, and swung the "flying sword" with ten fingers, dancing wildly in the yard.

However, in just a moment, the silk threads became tangled together, and the "flying swords" collided one after another and finally fell together.

Feng Mu was not frustrated by this, but calmly took out a bottle of Hongya's special lubricant from his arms.

He gently applied the lubricant on the tangled fishing line, and then gently pulled it, and the fishing line seemed to be reborn and slid smoothly.

Come again!

Over and over again!

One and a half hours passed...

At 5:30 in the morning, Feng Mu stopped practicing, put away everything calmly, and glanced at the system panel. No new icons were condensed on the skill bar.

Today's card draw is useless!

"Maybe my imagination is not accurate enough, or the time accumulation is not enough. In any case, I will continue to work hard tomorrow."

Feng Mu said to himself. His determination was as firm as a rock and would not be shaken by a temporary failure.

His mentality has been tempered by this period of time and has become as tough as iron and stone, and will not be easily shaken.

It was half past five in the morning.

Li Guishe woke up from his sleep and heard the slight movement in the yard. He pushed the door open with a hint of doubt.

He looked at Feng Mu who was tidying up in the yard with suspicion, and asked in confusion: "Feng Mu, why did you get up so early? Did you not sleep well last night?"

Feng Mu shook his head gently, smiled calmly and replied: "Master, you misunderstood. I didn't get up early, but I was getting ready to go to bed now."

Li Guishe was speechless for a moment, with a face full of question marks: "???"