Growing Stronger Through Five Element Fist

In the last chapter, he said that he did not want to listen to orders and wanted to be free. Then Qianjun Patriarch arranged for the protagonist to go into the city with a man and asked him to help the protagonist gain a foothold. In the next chapter, the protagonist signed a contract with that person and fed horses as a servant. Did he not want to be a human, but like to be a dog?

The contract has been signed, thank you for your support!

Pig's trotter's brain is somewhat abnormal

The plot in the article is a bit confusing and incoherent. Some plots are written inexplicably. What qualifications does the protagonist have to involve so much? How does the protagonist qualify to involve so much? Why does the protagonist have to involve so much? This is the biggest problem at the moment. You should write more about the protagonist practicing martial arts, or apprenticeships, or developing new ways of cultivation with whimsical ideas, instead of involving the protagonist in too many plot lines. It is recommended that the author learn from the early writing method of Get Out of the Master. You can intersperse one or two sentences and do not let the protagonist have direct contact. Just like in reality, if people have no money or power, who will care about you and who will look at you 🙂

Everyone knows that the golden bell and iron cloth shirt are a measure of grandpa's internal strength. Moreover, the internal strength must reach the realm of true energy. Only then are you qualified to practice. So I only read this setting, and I didn't even read the rest of the content.

Mo Qiu temporarily lives in Xiansong Town, which is far away from the battlefield of Xianyin Valley and can be regarded as the safest secluded hideout in this world. When his soul recovers, the heinous sins committed by those outside the territory will surely be settled by him! "Damn it! You bullshit foreign gods, how dare you act so wantonly!" This is all the story before. Now Mo Qiu is living in a small town in the spring breeze to recuperate. Every day he just goes to the nearby medicine mountain and goes back to Zhendong Street under the green flag around dusk to order two plates of side dishes to go with wine. "It's a lot, not much..." Today, Moqiu strolled to the door of the tavern as usual, but he noticed a strange smell. "Who are you?" The slightly slovenly and gloomy guy in front of me was so thin that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow him across the Liuyang River not far away and hang him on a high stretching willow branch. The middle-aged man looked up at the sharp-eyed young man in front of him, opened his dry and cracked lips, but stayed there at a loss. His two skinny hands were retracted into the wide sleeves of his robe, as if he was a little afraid and a little afraid of being beaten. "You don't have to panic! This young man is a very good man from Songzhen." An old tea guest who was somewhat familiar to Mo Qiu happened to come forward and placatingly pulled up Kong's gown that was lying on the ground. "When this man first came to the town, he was as depressed as you. But I helped the town elder to outwit three mountains and wiped out several groups of bandits, which can be regarded as... A great achievement!" Kong Changshan stared at his dry eyes that were dizzy with hunger. His thin and wrinkled neck stretched out so long that Mo Qiu was always worried about this old man's physical condition. "What happened to you? Why did you end up in such a bad situation? But there was a disaster in your hometown? Or was your money robbed by gangsters on the road?" "Ah... No, I just can't find a job, I have no ability, and I became this virtuous due to hunger." ? ? ? Everyone passing by was shocked. They have never heard that there are people in this world who can starve themselves alive to look like this. "Humans are not humans, ghosts are not ghosts. What sin did you commit in your previous life to end up like this?" A wandering monk stepped forward and handed Kong Changshan a bowl of white porridge, stroking his rosary beads and asking. "Ah... Thank you so much, I can't thank you enough!" After saying that, Kong Changshan drank half of the white porridge in one gulp. He seemed to have noticed the strange looks from the people around him, so he had to hand the bowl of porridge back to Qing. The monk in clothes pursed his mouth that had just been moisturized, and after a moment of reflection he said: "I was born in Maruo Township, but since the departure of the priest Marco Polo, we have never had a famous person." "Later, our third son The acting mayor was fortunate enough to invite a new priest with a generous gift, but who would have known! " "That man usually pretends to be sophisticated, but one day he actually wants to talk about rebellion!" "I don't know how it happened. In short, it has been in this village for many years. The young people followed them to the town, and later I heard that they were making a big fuss and gathered tens of thousands of people to establish their own political power. " "At that time, I was thinking, why do these crazy people worship an unfounded God? What is there to respect about an alien god? I feel that we need someone to inherit the true legacy of Confucianism. The ability to read and interpret sentences is what I pursue in life." "But then, those crazy people collapsed." Kong Changshan pursed his lips and raised his head to listen carefully. The people he told continued: "They were prosperous for a while, but were defeated by civil strife, and were dealt with by the emperor's generals." "I felt at that time that since those mighty generals were so powerful, wouldn't the elders in the court be even more respected by the people? Yang? " "So I decided to take the exam. That year... I was only twenty-one years old." Kong Changshan clasped his withered fingers and recalled: "What a pity! It's a pity! When I was thirty years old, I still couldn't get into the system, and I was even worse than the scholar who taught in the Chenghuang Temple at the entrance of the village!" "Bah!" Kong Changshan suddenly changed his lazy look, and spat in the middle of nowhere with a vicious expression. "I knew how to read and write sentences, but I failed the test. So I had to go to school again. I felt that there are always so many books in the world, why can't I learn well by myself?" "I found out later! Those who hold high-ranking positions all hire private schools to educate their young masters! " "Those little guys have been listening to the officials of the Examination Yuan talking about enlightenment since they were young! Tell me, tell me! Aren't those people taking bribes for personal gain?" Mo Qiu looked at Kong Changshan who was losing control of his emotions and sighed, but he had no idea what to say to him. So... The county government office heard some noise from somewhere, maybe the catkins were floating too far away. Kong Changshan was locked up in the county hall before he could finish telling everyone about his long and miserable half-life that was difficult to evaluate. He was not even able to drink the half bowl of white porridge held by the monk. Mo Qiu only remembered that the wind that evening was a bit bleak, as if mixed with the ordinary but extremely difficult and hopeless life of a poor scholar. "Perhaps Kong Changshan will be taken to the county hall for public trial, and then sent to dig for spiritual stones for insulting the court." "I think so. I heard that our Wei Dynasty is going to war again, and I don't know how many spiritual stones the monks above want." "This Who knows? You should learn from Mr. Mochumo. Look at him, he is so carefree and kind every day, and he has nothing to worry about all day long! Happy, living in the ordinary world but my heart is already outside the sky.

There is no introduction to the world after time travel, and then in the second picture, there is a person collecting protection fees, and the passerby looks like he is talking normally, and Bai Xiaosheng appears in a small town, which happens to be next to the protagonist. If there are corpses, don't touch them. Shi

What's the use of practicing so much rubbish martial arts! Some people say just add physical fitness! It's not just rubbish… but time travelers can't make money? Write so many disgusting plots

Grow a seedling🌱

The plot is like a martial arts novel from 20 years ago, very rigid and rigid. I have only read more than 20 chapters. The protagonist is only a little stronger than ordinary people, but he dares to go to other cities alone across mountains and ridges. He also knows that this world is extraordinary, and he still walks alone in a ghost forest at night. Is this funny? Moreover, the protagonist was helped by a man named Bai Xiaosheng. Later, the protagonist did not ask the people around him who Bai Xiaosheng was. A man dared to give a name and suppressed a gang in the city. The protagonist has no brains? Just think that the protagonist is brainless, and the supporting characters are even more brainless. Bai Xiaosheng helps the protagonist, Xu Liang helps the protagonist, and Qianjun helps the protagonist. They are all strangers who see that the protagonist is upright and has the potential to become a powerful warrior. The villain just can't see it, right? The whole novel is mindless