"Believe it or not, I flip the table?"

Mu Sen felt that he was a tragedy, but he was just hiding from the rain under the tree, and was struck by a thunderbolt into the wilderness. People are either nobles and princes, or wealthy businessmen, and a lot of golden fingers. When I came to myself, not only did I not say anything about the golden finger, but the environment was harsh and precarious, and it was all tears when I said it.

The place where Mu Sen crossed was the Deadwood Tribe, the lower tribe of the Terran, and above it, there were also the Terran medium tribes, the Terran high tribes, and the Terran main city. In this world, in addition to the human race, there are also blood races, immortal races, and bone races...... and many other races. But Mu Sen has always believed that the human race is the most awesome race, and there is no one. This is not because of the identity of the human race, but because the human race dares to fight against the hundred races. Yes, a race sings out hundreds or thousands of races and asks you if you can slip away!

But some things are heroic and gorgeous, but there is blood and tears behind the scenes. The Hundred Tribes have always wanted to cut off the inheritance of the Terran Race and make the Terran Race the blood food of the Hundred Races again. In order to resist the invasion of the Hundred Tribes, in recent years, the border between the Hundred Tribes and the Terran Race has been full of fires, small battles, and wars, and people have been injured and killed all the time.

In addition to the borders, the hinterland of the Terrans is not peaceful. There are constantly hundreds of tribes infiltrating to make wind and rain, and even several high-level tribes have been attacked and bloodbathed by them. In short, the world is a mess.

Wangtian, you don't want me to save the world, do you? But I don't have this skill attached. Or rather, it's all a dream, and everyone wakes up and they're still good friends.

As a result, Mu Sen closed his eyes thirty-two times, which is said to be a magic number.

However...... And then the egg!

It's still a wilderness, it's still a deadwood tribe.

Mu Sen spread his hands and looked at the palms of his hands, and wanted to scold, 'Mom sells batches'. But after thinking about it seriously, scolding doesn't seem to be of much use, it's a sign of weakness. So he silently picked up a stone and threw it into the sky with a "whoosh".

In this world, if you can do it, try not to move your mouth.

"Who smashed me?"

Just when Mu Sen was thinking about whether he was handsome and chic just now, an angry roar came from far and near.

It's over!

Mu Sen felt that he must have forgotten to look at the yellow calendar before going out, otherwise how could he be unlucky to this point. Drinking water and stuffing your teeth, going out and stepping on dog shit, and throwing a stone can all hit the tribal leader. This luck, I asked who else?

Among the thirty-six strategies, only 'walking' is the best plan, so Mu Sen is ready to slip away. If you don't slip, do you still have a cup of tea with the leader and talk about life?

"Komori!"

Hearing this voice, Mu Sen, who was tiptoeing to prepare for the wind to whire, stiffened, and countless alpacas roared past in his heart, Honorable Chief, did you fly over?

"Uncle Mu Kui, why are you here?"

The hero does not suffer the loss in front of him, and Mu Sen decided to greet him with a smile. He turned around slightly, with a flattering smile on his face, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his originally handsome appearance was actually shown by him to be cheap.

"Alas......"

Seeing Mu Sen's virtue, Mu Kui, who was originally angry, sighed helplessly. This kid is good at everything, but he's too lazy. Such a good talent, but not enterprising. In order to be lazy when I was cultivating, I even brought out the disease of weakening the defense mechanism of the duodenal mucosa, which I had never heard of. If he hadn't been beaten up at the time, he wouldn't have been able to figure out what moths were.

"Have you practiced a thousand sets of basic sword techniques?"

Since discovering that Mu Sen's talent was actually very good, Mu Kui had tailored a set of cultivation plans for him, and the amount of cultivation was twice that of his peers. Can't finish practicing? Hehe, have you ever seen a casserole-sized fist?

Hearing a thousand sets of basic knife techniques, Mu Sen suddenly felt like he was beeping a dog. Once you enter the Hou Gate, it is as deep as the sea, and you will regret it for a lifetime.

The children of the wilderness have great strength, and at the age of three or four they began to practice martial arts under the teaching of tribal warriors. In the beginning, I just learned some simple techniques of breathing and the cardinal punches and kicks of boiling strength. By the time they are seven or eight years old, children can choose weapons according to their own specialties and preferences. It turned out that Mu Sen was going to choose a sword, after all, as a gentleman in weapons, the sword not only looks in line with his own aesthetics, but also is so chic that it can't be used.

But nine times out of ten, Mu Sen thought of all the possibilities, but he didn't expect that the Deadwood Tribe would not have a weapon like a sword at all, let alone the exercises that matched it. Mu Sen asked the tribal warrior with a serious face: "Why doesn't the tribe have a sword?", and the tribal warrior also replied with a serious face: "The sword is too difficult to learn, and the exercises required are too advanced. The tribe is too small, there is no corresponding exercise, and there is no sword.

Life is so difficult, in desperation, Mu Sen had to choose a knife, since he can't use the gentleman's sword, then use the overlord knife.

But I never expected that this was the root of all the tragedy. I still remember running in the sunset that day, it was my lost youth. No, it's my lost freedom. On that day, the morning glow was full of sky, there were birds flying over the smoke-curling tribes, the fierce beasts guarding the gate occasionally barked, and the people who had been busy all day laughed and went home to eat, what a beautiful picture it was.

Until......

"Hey, is Komori practicing the return wind knife technique?"

"How is it possible, the return wind knife technique was only taught to them today. ”

"Oh my God! It's really the return wind knife technique, and Komori has already started. ”

......

A few simple words of dialogue opened the curtain on Mu Sen's tragic life. The barbaric exercises are divided into four levels: heaven, earth, xuan, and yellow, and each level is divided into high, middle, and low levels. For an inferior tribe like the Deadwood Tribe, the highest level of cultivation is only the Yellow Rank Higher. Xuanjie Gong is visible in medium tribes. Ground-level exercises, which can be seen in higher tribes. The Heavenly Rank Exercise Law can be seen in the main city. But this is not absolute, some sects, war groups, and even casual cultivators also have a large number of high-level exercises. In the wilderness, a practitioner's mastery of the exercises is divided into four levels, the first being the beginner, then the mastery, the third being the subtlety, and finally the mastery.

Although the Return Wind Knife Method was only a low-level Yellow Order, it only took one day to refine it to the beginning. Isn't this genius what is it? So the entire Deadwood tribe was boiling, and the leader Mu Kui burned incense to worship the ancestors that night, thanking the ancestors for their protection, so that the Deadwood tribe could also have geniuses comparable to the higher tribes and even the main city.

That night, the Deadwood tribe also held a feast, and the treasured wine and animal meat were served as if they didn't want money, drinking wine and eating meat, singing and dancing, and the whole tribe fell into a carnival as if it was a New Year.

But the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. I don't just say that. The hopeful leader and the clansmen were slapped in the face by Mu Sen's coming, this thing refused to tailor the cultivation plan for him, no matter how much everyone knew about it and reasoned with emotion, he didn't react, it was like a stubborn stone that couldn't be entered. In the end, it was his father who gave the truth with his fist all night, and he reluctantly agreed.

There is always a kind of mud that can't hold up the wall, and after a long period of observation, Mu Kui defined Mu Sen as mud. Not only Mu Sen, but even Mu Sen's Abba Mu Xiao and Amya also think so. After agreeing to cultivate according to the set of cultivation plans tailored for himself, Mu Sen had a minor illness in three days and a major illness in five days, in short, he was lazy if he could.

The way to deal with a slut is to beat him up. In view of Mu Sen's repeated teachings, Mu Xiao first gave him a few free singles, and later cooperated with Mu Kui to give him a few mixed doubles. Where there is oppression, there is resistance, but how can Mu Sen, a weak chicken, be the opponent of his own Abba and the leader?

"Do you want to practice?"

"Don't practice!"

"Crackling!"

"Do you want to practice?"

"Practice!"

A thousand words can be summed up in one sentence: a slut is a bad beating.

However, this can't all be blamed on Mu Sen. As a traversal person, although he has a deep understanding of the current situation of the human race, after all, he has no personal experience and empathy, and it is indeed difficult for him to make up his mind to carry out masochistic penance.

"Uncle Mu Kui, the thousand groups of basic sword techniques haven't been practiced yet. ”

In terms of practice, Mu Sen didn't dare to lie. Remembering the fear of being reported by the watchdog that afternoon was a dark Wednesday of life. In order to ensure that Mu Sen is not lazy and completes the cultivation amount on time, the entire Deadwood tribe mobilizes men, women and children at fixed points and at regular intervals, and supervises in rotation, so that Mu Sen's whereabouts can be grasped at any time without leaving any dead ends.

Ever since that afternoon, when he was reported and exposed for lying about his cultivation amount, and after enjoying a three-hundred-and-sixty-five-style trick beating, Mu Sen has become an honest little Langjun. Sometimes Mu Sen thinks that he is so honest, should he change his name to Mu Jibu, after all, 'it is better to get a thousand gold than Ji Bu Yinuo'.

"Uncle Mu Kui, I have already touched the threshold of the Dacheng of the Wood Burning Knife Technique, and I was just pondering. ”

Seeing that Mu Kui's gaze was slightly condensed, and the green tendons on his forehead gradually bulged, Mu Sen hurriedly added. Looking at the sky, this is the rhythm of Uncle Mu Kui's anger, if you don't round the words, you will definitely die with a sense of rhythm.

Hearing Mu Sen's words, Mu Kui was first stunned, and then overjoyed, he slapped Mu Sen's shoulder with his right hand full of yellow calluses, and his left hand, which was also covered with yellow calluses, swung back and forth, not knowing where to put it. The wood-burning knife method is the highest level of exercise in the tribe. After Mu Sen's Huifeng Sword Technique was refined to its full potential, Mu Kui passed on this technique to him, which only a few people were qualified to cultivate. Mu Kui still has great expectations for this product.

"Good, good. You have lived up to everyone's expectations. ”

"Well, practice well, feel well. Strive to achieve perfection before the coming-of-age ceremony next month. ”

"By the way, did I tell you about the coming-of-age ceremony next month?"

"Actually, it's nothing, it's just that next month's coming-of-age ceremony is going to pull you cubs out to see blood. ”

......

Mu Kui paced back and forth and said, his speed of speech was very fast, and he didn't have a chance to intervene with Mu Sen at all.

Of course, Mu Sen didn't want to interject, he only had one sentence hovering in his mind now: "Pull it out and see the blood." ”