Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chen Ergou’s past behavior can also be used to infer Chen Zhuangshi’s character.

Their family has always been like the village tyrants in the village.

There is no particular reason.

It’s just because Chen Zhuangshi is the village chief’s younger brother.

In addition, he is strong and has good fighting skills, so not many people in the village are willing to mess with him.

Not to mention that his son had just died, and he spoke in a very aggressive manner, so no one wanted to offend him.

No wonder they all avoid Chen Zhuangshi.

However, he was obviously not completely insane and did not dare to provoke Lin Shanbai.

But when passing by them, Chen Zhuangshi suddenly glared at Anle with a very unfriendly attitude.

Perhaps he was holding a grudge against Anle because Anle did not die for his son.

Anle was so angry that he laughed in his heart.

But his face remained expressionless, and he watched his back disappear in silence.

Afterwards, Anle followed Lin Shanbai out of the village.

He couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Lin, why are the villagers possessed by evil spirits..."

"Be careful!"

Lin Shanbai's expression changed immediately, and his only remaining eye widened, revealing a severity that Anle had never seen before.

"Don't talk about anything else about it!"

"Otherwise, get out of my house."

Anle didn't expect the old hunter's reaction to be so intense, as if he had touched a taboo, and he quickly apologized.

"Sorry Uncle Lin, I won't mention it again."

There was silence for a few breaths.

Lin Shanbai realized that his attitude was too extreme, so he calmed down his tone and said to Anle with complicated eyes.

"You do not understand……"

“Sometimes, ignorance is bliss.”

******

late at night.

Anle lay on the bed, recalling Lin Shanbai's reaction and words during the day.

It is certain that there is a deep secret behind the villagers being possessed by evil spirits.

"This village is not big, but there are many strange things."

He complained silently.

Speaking of which, it seems that no outsiders have visited Chenjia Village for a long time.

Apart from hunting, the villagers rarely leave the village, making it like a secluded paradise.

Most people have no impression of the area outside the village.

Speaking of the outside of the village, it seems like another world.

I heard that the village chief would go on a long journey and bring back some daily necessities.

"hiss……"

Anle took a slight breath and felt cold all over.

He had been taking care of his health and exercising for some time, trying his best to make a living without paying too much attention to his external circumstances.

But now thinking seriously, a question came to his mind.

“Is this village…really normal?”

There is no point in thinking about these questions too much. The memory of the monster attacking the village a month later is still vivid in our minds!

We have to get through this first!

That being said, psychology is a thing that tends to adapt when we want it to be inflexible, and inflexible when we want it to be inflexible.

As soon as Anle closed his eyes, his mind was filled with all kinds of Chinese horror legends such as "Red Embroidered Shoes", "Ghost Marriage", and "Ghost Village".

Unable to fall asleep, he kept thinking about random things, so he simply got up from the bed.

Anle picked up the hunting knife beside the bed and began to practice this [Jianghu Sword Technique] according to the memory in his mind.

Because there is no way to explain the origin of this sword technique.

He didn't dare to show it in front of Lin Shanbai for the time being, so he could only practice secretly now.

At first, Anle was a little unfamiliar with sword practice, and his movements were stiff and clumsy.

It's unbearable to look at.

However, not long after, as he gradually regained his senses, his body seemed to be regaining the memory of his physical body.

The sword was swung smoothly and naturally, and his body was agile and nimble.

Every movement is done properly and the right force-generating posture is found.

Although his skills cannot be called master-level, he does not look like a beginner either.

At least, it looks intimidating.

at the same time.

Anle's breathing is steady, with a unique rhythm, and his chest rises and falls with the inhalation and exhalation of air.

Weak spiritual energy began to gather around him.

It floats around the arm, comes into contact with the skin, and gradually penetrates into the muscles.

It's cool, but surprisingly comfortable.

Squinting her eyes slightly, Anle savored the wonderful taste.

The spiritual power circulated through the body through the meridians for two or three cycles and then stayed at the position approximately at the dantian.

"call!"

After practicing for a while, Anle felt that the hunting knife in his hand was particularly heavy, his arms felt sore and weak, and sweat was all over his body.

"The intensity of this sword training is so great?"

He clicked his tongue in surprise.

"Perhaps it's because... it's combined with this special breathing method?"

However, today's Anle is not afraid of high intensity, but is afraid of insufficient intensity.

If you don't become stronger quickly, how can you survive in this dangerous world?

He simply took off his shirt, revealing his well-defined abdominal muscles, and the muscle lines on his body were very obvious.

He continued to practice with the sword.

The sharp blade light appeared and disappeared in the night.

The boy's sweat dripped onto the ground, tempering his physique into an increasingly strong and tough one.

******

Early the next morning.

Anle yawned, pushed open the door, and stretched his body at the door.

The amazing thing is that even though he practiced sword fighting for most of the night last night, he didn't feel much soreness in his body.

As far as Anle speculated, this was most likely the effect of spiritual power in the body.

Last night's efforts paid off.

Anle clearly noticed that a small ball of air appeared in his dantian, and weak spiritual power condensed together.

When he opened the panel, he immediately showed a look of surprise.

【Name: Anle】

【Lifespan: 15/37】

[Realm: Qi training level 1 (fake)]

[Skill: None]

"I'm practicing Qi now?"

Anle himself was surprised.

But looking at the "fake" at the end, it is also expected.

After all, he hasn't practiced any martial arts yet. He is simply absorbing spiritual energy into his body and has no idea how to control spiritual power.

He can't be considered a true immortal cultivator.

The realm is illusory.

"But... my life span has increased by two years!"

With a smile on his face, Anle couldn't help but sigh.

"Sure enough, only by cultivating immortality can one achieve longevity."

The only problem is.

His stomach started growling again.

Whether it is the training of swordsmanship or the storage of spiritual power, the energy required is astonishing.

Living flesh is like an insatiable black hole, demanding a huge amount of food.

Hungry! So hungry!

Anle was helpless.

"Who can help me replenish the nutrients I lack?"

He could only go to the kitchen with ease, prepare to light a fire and cook, and use the number of deductions he had made today.

[Choose the deduction part: lower limbs! ]

[No deduction preference at this time.]

【Begin deduction! 】

In the process of deduction.

During the day, Anle followed Lin Shanbai out hunting as usual.

It was only at night, in order to avoid being noticed by the old hunter, that he found a secluded corner in the village and began to practice with the sword every day.

As a perfect knife technique.

[Jianghu Swordsmanship] In addition to the action of swinging the sword, it is also matched with corresponding footwork, gradually making Anle's lower limbs also possess the characteristics of "containing the spirit".

During this period, Anle worked hard to collect information related to monsters and evil spirits in the village.

Unfortunately, little effect was achieved.

The villagers are very taboo about these two things and are unwilling to discuss them in detail.

And Anle guessed that ordinary villagers might also be kept in the dark, and only a few people knew the truth.

In the blink of an eye, it was the thirtieth day of the simulation.

It hurts, it hurts too much!

Who can give me the recommendation votes that I'm missing?

These two sentences are just jokes.

Chapter 11 is too weak!