Chapter 23

The temple at the foot of the western mountain, named Qiuyue temple, is a dilapidated temple. Only one old monk stays here to guard the temple.

After simply saying hello to the old monk and giving him some incense money, Cheng Hao settled down in one of the side halls.

At night, he did not rest with ordinary people, but began to practice according to the tiger demon's bone fist.

At the beginning, because of the inexperience, it took most of the night to complete the whole 206 moves of the tiger demon's bone boxing. The bone was like the pain of being cut by a hacksaw. Even with his nature, he was sweating profusely and almost passed out.

Shh!

After a long breath, he shakes off his cold sweat. Cheng Hao sits on a stool and observes the skeleton in his body carefully.

"There is a glimmer of gold on the white bones. Although it is not obvious for the improvement of strength, it has to be said that it does have an effect. Sure enough, with the correct skill guidance, the training speed is fast! "

After several more drills, Cheng Hao also found a way to relieve the pain. Whenever he felt like his bones were cut by a knife, he would hit the whole person on the ground to relieve the pain in the bones with the force of concussion.

Although this method can only slightly relieve the pain, it is better than nothing. This can clearly feel the training effect of his own skeleton in the promotion, which makes Cheng Hao unable to stop and practice boxing again and again.

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in the next few days, Cheng Hao's life was very regular. During the day, he went to the tomb of Cheng Dingguo and his wife for a rest. At night, he went back to the side hall of the temple to practice tiger magic and bone boxing. This life was broken by an uninvited guest on the third day.

He was a 15-year-old scholar in a blue shirt. Although he had a beautiful face, he was thin and looked down and down.

After entering the temple, Cheng Hao felt that although he looked ordinary, he had a kind of upward spirit. This spirit came from self-confidence, and the source of self-confidence was his noble spirit of reading the books of sages.

The scholar entered the temple and gave the old monk a few strings of incense money. After eating a bowl of mushroom plain noodles, he lived in the room next to Cheng Hao. He lit a lamp and lit a charcoal fire to prepare for night reading.

As the scholar moved in, it was always a quiet night before. Suddenly, the north wind was blowing, rolling up the Penghao outside the temple, and all over the place.

At the same time, in the distant mountains, came a few shrill howls, like wolves and foxes, mingled in the night wind, and like owls.

"Some meaning!"

Cheng Hao smiles at the corner of his mouth. He pulls up his fist and sits cross legged on the bed. He opens the perspective of his left eye and looks at the young scholar next door.

The scholar was a little strange. He had been here for a few days, and it was quiet outside the temple. But after the scholar arrived, the wind first, then the roar. Now, even the oil lamps in the room burst into sparks.

Cheng Hao does not believe that everything is accidental. In this world with ghosts, immortals and beasts, the people he sees in his eyes are not human beings, but also ghosts or demons.

"Strange, it's really a man, not a demon?"

After opening his left eye to see through the illusory magic power, Cheng Hao looked at the scholar at home and abroad, and finally confirmed that he was a real man, not a demon or ghost as he thought before.

"Since it is a human being, there must be a side that I can't see. Otherwise, the external environment will not change just because of his arrival."

After thinking about it secretly, Cheng Hao's spirit was more concentrated in his left eye. The white light in his eyes was so rich that he even condensed the outline of a mirror.

"What is this?"

After his left eye was shining to the extreme, Cheng Hao's vision showed some scenes that he had never seen before. Above the scholar's head, there were faint red mist rising up, and the tiny red fog gathered together to form a young red dragon.

The red dragon is crouching in the air. He has been looking up to get up in the air. However, it seems that an invisible prohibition has suppressed him, so that the red dragon can only curl up and can not fully extend.

"According to the ancient books, when the ancient Yang God had great powers, he could see through a person's luck when his eyes were opened. If I had expected, this invisible but real red mist little dragon should be the scholar's luck!"

"Qi turns into a dragon. It can't be lifted up. This should be the fate of Qianlong in the abyss. This man is extraordinary!"

I don't know why, after seeing the red dragon, he suddenly had more information in his mind, such as Qi Yun and Qianlong's fate in the abyss. It seemed that these information had existed in his mind, but now he saw the scholar's luck and was triggered out.

"If this man has been suppressed by the strong, he can't go out, but if his freedom is not restricted and the opportunity for him to move freely, the potential of the hidden dragon in the abyss will certainly change in the future. Maybe the flying dragon is in the sky and the king is in the world."After making a prediction of the scholar's future, Cheng Hao withdrew his eyes and looked up to the sky above him. He wanted to know how his luck was.

Originally, in his opinion, he obtained the mysterious mirror and possessed the two magic powers of perspective and traversal. His power of Qi was absolutely not underestimated, even if it was better than that of the scholar. But when he saw the result, it was incredible for a moment.

A wisp, only a wisp, and still a very small wisp of golden luck!

Even the tiny golden Qi was still dissipating at a slight speed. Cheng Hao carefully observed it for a moment before he was able to confirm that all the dissipated Qi power was integrated into his eyes.

Seeing this, Cheng Hao quickly put away his magic power. Now he can be sure that the magic power in his eyes is not without any consumption. The left eye power consumes Qi and the right eye consumes Shou yuan. However, these two things are not easy to supplement!

"With the improvement of strength, longevity will continue to increase. If you find elixir or elixir for prolonging life, you can also increase it. However, the luck is a little difficult to handle. This kind of thing is somewhat mysterious, and it seems that it is not easy to promote it! "

To tell you the truth, Cheng Hao didn't have the idea of killing the scholar by a black hand, but the idea was only just rising and was strangled by him. It's not that he doesn't covet each other's luck, but he doesn't want to take risks without authorization.

On the one hand, he did not have a way to collect the power of other people's Qi. Even if he killed the scholar, the strength of the other party's Qi might not be imposed on him. Secondly, such a man of great luck can not be killed simply. Even after killing the other person, the strength of the scholar's Qi will be reversed to him. If so, it will be more than worth the loss.

"A gentleman does something and doesn't do something. Although I'm not a gentleman, I'm not killing innocent people indiscriminately. When I have a chance in the future, I'll find some local ruffians and other bullies to try to kill them to see if it's helpful for the promotion of Qi."

For innocent people, Cheng Hao can't be cruel to hurt the killers, but for the garbage such as bullies, Cheng Hao said that there is no psychological barrier to kill.

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