The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 76 Walking on Leaves
Mu Sheng did not prepare a horse for this trip, and planned to travel around the world on foot.

On the one hand, with his current internal strength and physical fitness, he is faster and has greater endurance than riding a horse. Riding a horse requires taking care of the horse, which is more troublesome.

Besides, he was traveling around the world, not in a hurry and without a clear route. He might be walking on the road today and running through the mountains and forests tomorrow.

It would be even more inconvenient to carry a horse like this, and he didn't need a horse to carry his luggage.

On the way west, Mu Sheng crossed the forests and waded through the water. When night fell, if there were people nearby, he would pay to stay overnight. If not, he would find an open space to set up a tent.

After half a month of traveling west, Mu Sheng still had no idea where he was. He only roughly estimated that he should have left Fujian.

As autumn deepens, the remaining green on the leaves has completely faded, and from afar, the entire earth is submerged in golden color.

The forests are filled with clusters of golden color, with different shades, as if the painter deliberately made the distant ones darker and the nearby ones brighter in order to show the layers.

On the plains between the mountains were equally lifeless weeds, which began to surge in yellow waves when the wind blew.

A figure floated over from the woods in the distance. The person was tall, but seemed to be weightless. His feet kept gaining strength from the treetops and floating in the mountains and forests.

Every time it uses leverage, it is like dropping a stone into calm water, causing waves to ripple out from the middle of the tree canopy and spread out to the branches of the entire tree.

The golden leaves suddenly fell like rain, forming a thick carpet under the tree.

This can be achieved not only because of the bonus to the speed of the body movement provided by the evil-repelling internal energy, but also because of the coordination of the force of gathering and dispersing.

Walking on the steep cliffs of the mountains and forests was as easy as walking on flat ground. His childhood dream of being a martial arts hero came true at this moment. This was also the reason why Mu Sheng gave up riding a horse and chose to use Qinggong to travel.

This is the knight he imagined. A knight riding a horse does not look chivalrous, but a knight riding an eagle is okay.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, Mu Sheng was in no hurry to continue his journey, so he jumped down from the top of the tree, planning to spend the night here.

He found a bush without any trees and drew the sword from his waist.

Sweeping in all directions!

Mu Sheng swept left and right several times to clear out a piece of space. After clearing away the dead branches and leaves, he took out the tent from the space and assembled it.

"Gah~"

"Gah~"

Just as the tent was set up, a black crow fell from the sky, stood on the top of the tent, looked at each other and then received the message.

There is a small village three kilometers away, but he has planned to camp here today.

After sprinkling some snake repellent powder around the tent, Mu Sheng prepared to hunt some game before it got completely dark.

There was Xiao Hei searching in the sky, and soon he hunted a wild deer. After processing the deer, he threw away the difficult-to-handle internal organs and put the other parts into the space.

Before it got completely dark, Mu Sheng lit a bonfire, took out a simple grill, cut the venison and placed it on the grill, and sprinkled some seasonings on it.

The fragrance soon spread. He tore a few pieces of venison for Xiao Hei, took out a blanket and spread it next to him, then lay on the blanket, staring at the night sky above his head in a daze.

The stars are so bright. A sky without industrial pollution can cleanse people's souls better. If you bury your head in the trivialities of life, your heart will easily become turbid.

Look up at the sky more often. The turbidity in people's hearts is like ink dropped into the sea, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Soon the meat was roasted, and Mu Sheng took out a wine gourd, took a bite of meat, sipped a sip of wine, and started eating and drinking. This kind of martial arts world is not bad, but it still lacks a few female heroes to accompany it.

After eating and drinking, Mu Sheng took out a bamboo flute, jumped onto the tree canopy, found a comfortable place to sit down, and began to play towards the moon.

A melodious and ethereal sound came out from the bamboo flute. It was still the song "Castle in the Sky", which was the song that impressed Mu Sheng the most.

It wasn't because of Hayao Miyazaki's comics, nor was it because of its ethereal and touching melody, but because he made money for the first time in his life with this song.

That was when he was a sophomore in college. He took an ocarina class as an elective. During the holidays, he went to work in an ocarina shop and played this piece of music every day.

Even though my ocarina was accidentally broken many years later, this song is still engraved in my heart.

The night grew darker, in the dark forest, a handful of fire flickered and the sound of a flute rose.

Another half a month passed. Except for occasionally replenishing some clean water and vegetables from the villages and counties he passed by, Mu Sheng had been traveling through the mountains and fields. He was soon not far from Hengyang City.

This is the headquarters of the Hengshan Sect, and it is also the largest sect closest to him.

If you want to make your way in the world, you must first know your own strengths and weaknesses. Don’t be too arrogant and provoke an enemy that you cannot deal with for the time being, otherwise you will be in trouble.

The Hengshan Sect is the closest, and the martial arts of its leader Mr. Mo Da and Liu Zhengfeng are also first-class in The Smiling, Proud Wanderer. It is a good opportunity to compare the level of one's own martial arts.

As for why I had to come to Hengshan Sect, this is the characteristic of the martial arts world. There is no clear division of martial arts levels.

There is no such thing as a certain level of skill based on how many meridians you open up. Only after a fight can we tell who is better. So Mu Sheng doesn't know what level his martial arts is at now in "Swordsman".

On the way, I did meet a few martial artists in some county towns. They were quite arrogant, boasting about their skills such as "Mountain Descending Tiger" and "Earth Shaking Fist". They sounded intimidating, but I fell asleep after a slap.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Mu Sheng did not rush into the city in the dark. He found an open space nearby, set up the tent and set up the grill with ease.

There’s no need to hunt. We haven’t finished eating what we caught a few days ago.

After the flames started burning, Mu Sheng arranged the steaks and waited for them to slowly cook. He sat on the stone next to him, took out his bamboo flute and began to play.

He now likes to play a few tunes from time to time more and more, and he feels very handsome, but it's a pity that he doesn't have a camera to take pictures.

This time I am playing the original scenery of my hometown. If I have the chance, I can bake a few ocarinas to satisfy my feelings of the past.

The sound of the flute was clear and melodious, and soon drifted away into the distance with the night wind.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, hurry up, it's getting dark."

"Shake it gently, shake it gently. You're almost breaking my old bones." A clear voice like a silver bell and an old and hoarse voice rang out in the forest.

I saw an old man with white hair, carrying a little girl of about ten on his back, walking quickly in the woods.

"Faster, Grandpa, faster, haha", the old man's speed was obviously much faster, and the little girl smiled happily.

"Hahaha, okay, okay, Grandpa, go faster." The white-haired old man said as he quickened his pace and rushed towards Hengyang City.

"what?"

The white-haired old man let out a light exclamation and suddenly stopped running.

(End of this chapter)