As a top killer, Su Bei can always adapt quickly to wherever he goes. Of course, this time is no exception, even if he comes to a completely unfamiliar world.
No, he still has another memory of Subei, which is no stranger to him.
Now that he accepted this fact, Su Bei secretly felt happy. Maybe this was an opportunity given to him by God, so he had to live well.
This is a world where strength is respected. Even though they are both from aristocratic families, the situation of Su Bei's father and son is completely different from that of others. So, what Su Bei needs now is to find his own strength.
Suddenly, Su Bei smiled, raised his hand and put it under his nose, the lingering fragrance of Qing Shang was still on his fingertips. Su Bei secretly laughed at himself, maybe a simple promise to Qing Shang was also a driving force for himself.
Su Bei suddenly realized that he had some affection for his children, and secretly shook his head. Maybe this was another Su Bei's character.
Three times five times two times, Su Bei finished eating. Qing Shang brought rice. This was a kind of rice that Su Bei had never seen before. It was round rice grains the size of a little finger. It tasted unusually fragrant.
Now that you're full, let's start your plan.
Su Bei walked around the house, feeling very uncomfortable. He raised his arms and laughed lightly. At this time, he was dressed in white clothes, a wide-sleeved robe, and a white ribbon tied around his waist.
A piece of white jade with a mild color, the hem of the clothes completely covered the loose pants.
Completely dressed as a Confucian scholar.
As a killer, Su Bei didn't have high requirements for clothing. It was best to be tight, light, and not affect the body's movements. This scholar's uniform certainly didn't fit.
Su Bei rummaged through the whole room, but couldn't find any clothing that fit. Su Fu couldn't help shaking his head. From this, we can see how weak the unlucky Su Bei was. It seemed that he had no choice but to do it himself.
He went out to find Qingshang and asked for needles and threads for sewing. He ignored Qingshang's strange eyes and returned to the house.
Black is Su Bei's first choice. The killer who can always hide in the darkness without being discovered is the best killer.
The night was slightly cold, and Su Bei worked hard all afternoon, finally finishing a tight, light black tights. Remove the white clothes, put on black clothes, tie up the sleeves, tie the leggings, tie up the long hair, and use a white jade
I fastened my hair with a hairpin and moved my hands and feet. I felt light and my movements were unimpeded.
Su Bei tried to wave his fist, but there was no strength at all. He had countless killing moves in his mind, but he couldn't use his body to do so.
Countless lighting stones rose up throughout the courtyards of the aristocratic family, as bright as day. Qing Shang was holding a food box and looking at Su Bei who was dressed in a nondescript manner and doing strange movements in the room, she was stunned and at a loss.
Su Bei suddenly saw the figure, turned around and saw that Qingshang was standing outside the door at some point. He smiled coquettishly and said, "Qingshang, come in, why are you standing outside the door."
Secretly, Su Bei kept shaking his head. It seemed that his hearing and alertness had deteriorated. Qingshang, an ordinary person, came to his door without even noticing.
Putting down the food box, Qing Shang looked at Su Bei who was devouring the food and said, "Master, are you...are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere else?"
"I, I'm fine, I'm very fine." Su Bei raised his head, holding rice in his mouth, and said inarticulately.
"But..." Qingshang always felt that the young master had changed.
boom.
Su Bei finished eating, put down the bowl, stretched out his hands to hold Qingshang's shoulders, and stared intently into Qingshang's eyes, "Qingshang, do you remember what I said this morning?"
Qingshang dodged Su Bei's eyes in panic, nodded, and then lowered her head deeply.
"Well, Master, I will work hard from now on to ensure that Qingshang can eat meat every day."
"I... Young Master, I'm leaving first." Qingshang became more and more panicked, broke away from Su Bei's hands, quickly packed up the dishes, and fled out the door like flying.
Su Bei looked at Qing Shang's back and laughed softly. The next moment, the smile on Su Bei's face disappeared and was replaced by a face as cold as ice.
This is not his personality. It’s hard to believe that he has become a person with dual personalities. Su Bei smiled bitterly, shook his head and dismissed the thoughts in his mind. He began to search for the best place to practice.
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Quiet night, mountains behind the Su Family Courtyard, dense forest.
Su Bei walked quietly in the dense forest. This place belongs to the Su family's sphere of influence. All monsters are cleaned regularly, so it is very safe here. Except for the chirping of some small insects, not even a roar of monsters can be heard.
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Following the memory, Su Bei walked along the winding path up the mountain towards the top of the mountain. The farther away from the family home, the darker the light became, and gradually he could hardly see his fingers. However, Su Bei followed the memory, and his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness.
The environment is so good that you can actually see the path under your feet clearly.
Standing on the top of the mountain, Su Bei stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the Su Family Courtyard surrounded by mountains at the foot of the mountain. The lights were like stars, and from time to time there was the sound of flying swords clashing and the shouts of the diligent disciples.
The sound came.
Su Bei closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he prepared.
Choking, grappling, splitting, whipping... a series of actions were carried out according to the ideas in Su Bei's mind. However, in less than a minute, Su Bei's body gradually couldn't keep up with the rhythm. He was panting like an ox and his hands and feet were weak.
, and the completed moves also have no power at all. Rather than being murderous moves, they are more like tricks.
Su Bei stopped, bent over, and gasped for air. It seemed that he still had to do physical rest training first. Of course, tonight would not stop there.
Su Bei chose a big tree with a horizontal branch just over a person's height. Su Bei used it as a horizontal bar, doing pull-ups to exercise the strength of his arms.
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In the following days, Su Bei ran to the back mountain almost every day. This was the case during the day, and no one knew about it at night, except Qingshang. Every morning, as soon as Qingshang entered the door, he would see Su Bei climbing on the bed like a dead dog.
, when pressed, Su Bei didn’t want to hide anything from her and told her one by one.
The quiet back mountain became a training ground in northern Jiangsu. I found ten layers of linen cloth from Qingshang and made sandbags one by one. I used local materials, cut logs one by one, and made wooden figures.
Pile. Move boulders of different sizes and squat deeply with weight.
In northern Jiangsu, they compete with sandbags, wooden dummies, boulders, and the ground under their feet every day. The number of sandbags increases day by day, the wooden dummies are replaced by rotating wooden dummies, and the weight of the boulders slowly increases.
Of course, the increasing number of sandbags made Su Bei very busy at first. His hands and feet simply couldn't keep up with his brain. Often, he couldn't catch any sandbags, and was surrounded by sand bags that kept coming back and forth. One by one, Su Bei was hit.
He stood upright stubbornly until he fell to the ground without a trace of strength.
Su Bei couldn't control the rotating wooden dummy array, so he was hit hard on the head and face by the rapidly rotating wooden dummy, until his nose and face were bruised and swollen.
Su Bei gritted his teeth and stood up under the sudden increase in weight, but he couldn't bear it. The boulder directly pressed down on him, almost breaking his spine.
Every morning, I wake up feeling refreshed, tie two heavy irons on my legs, and run towards the top of the mountain until I am so tired that I have no strength left to take even a small step. I rest for a while and recover.
With some physical strength, he started kicking back and forth between the sandbags, the wooden dummy array, and the boulders.
However, Su Bei did not give up, and still trained himself hard every day. Gradually, Qingshang even delivered the daily meals to the top of the mountain. Qingshang looked at some of the strange things made by Su Bei, and she became accustomed to them from being curious at first.
One month, two months, three months.
It has been three months since Su Bei came to this world, and he has also trained himself for three months. Su Bei was very curious and trained extremely intensely every day until he squeezed out the last bit of strength that day.
Su Bei was very curious that he could actually survive such training. When he woke up every morning, the fatigue from the previous day completely disappeared, and the scars caused by sandbags, wooden mannequins, and boulders were all gone.
Su Bei attributed all this to his daily bowl of Cang Yue Lang Meat Soup.
Su Bei's figure still looks thin, but Su Bei knows that the power contained in this body now can't turn a stone into powder, but it can be turned into granules. A punch, or a sharp whip, the mouth of the bowl,
The thick trees, Su Bei had the confidence to interrupt.
However, Su Bei is not satisfied. From another memory, he knows that there are too many powerful people in this world. Like him now, maybe others can easily defeat him with a flying sword or a low-level spell.
life.
Martial arts warrior, martial arts warrior. In this world, martial arts warriors like him are classified as peddlers and lackeys, the lowest class of people. Su Bei deeply understood a saying from his previous life: No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives.
No matter how good your martial arts skills are, someone else's flying sword or fire-living technique will completely wipe out your body.
Thinking of this, Su Bei curiously recalled some of the little self-defense spells Su Zhong taught him, and couldn't help but sit down cross-legged curiously.
Gathering Qi is a level that must be passed in practicing various Kung Fu techniques. When Qi is dispersed, Gong is dispersed, and when Qi is gathered, Gong is achieved. This is what Su Zhong said most to Su Bei.
The spiritual platform is empty and bright, the shape can move at will, the mind can turn according to the heart... Feel the aura of the weather and summarize it within yourself. The major acupuncture points of the human body are numbered by the heavens. The Qi is collected from Baihui, travels throughout the body, returns to the sea of Qi, and stores the Qi sea.
It is accomplished by gathering Qi.
Su Bei meditated on the Dharma in his heart, trying to feel the so-called aura of heaven and earth. As a top killer, Su Bei quickly calmed down. The so-called spiritual platform is empty and bright, which means that he is not affected by external things and has a clear mind.
Unbound.
Bits and pieces of spiritual energy gradually gathered around him under Su Bei's guidance. As time passed slowly, Su Bei could not feel a trace of spiritual energy entering his body from Baihui, but he did not give up.
He can feel the presence of spiritual energy.
A trace of green light lit up on Su Bei's chest, gradually getting brighter and brighter. A pattern that looked like a bird but not a bird, or a fish but not a fish appeared on Su Bei's chest, lifelike. Of course, Su Bei, who closed his eyes to feel the spiritual energy, did not
This change was not found.
The spiritual energy gathered more and more with Su Bei's consciousness, and Su Bei was completely surrounded by the milky white air ball transformed by the spiritual energy. If anyone in the Su family were here at this time, they would definitely be shocked from ear to ear. Such a powerful person
The ability to absorb spiritual energy is something that even the head of the family, Suber, may not be able to achieve.
Suddenly, more and more spiritual energy gathered, as if it had found a vent, and rushed towards Su Bei's chest. And the fish and bird pattern seemed to come alive, devouring the spiritual energy ball crazily.