Chapter 938 Chapter 2102 Days of Debauchery.

Chapter 938 Chapter 21.02 Days of Wandering.

In the mountain village, a flock of birds in the distance scurried around in the grass, looking for food in their spare time.

On the treetops, the ten-year-old Wei Keng felt the sunlight, and the internal force in his body slowly turned into a sharp Yang Qi, which gathered in the lower Dantian, that is, the position of the lower abdomen.

Compared with his increasingly strong physique, Wei Keng's eyes were bright, and his views on the world were increasing.

The dazzling sun in the sky was completely different from the sun on the earth. It did not completely set every day, but was polarized from east to west in the sky. When it was polarized to about 30 degrees below the ground, the spectrum changed and became the moon.

Wei Keng was sure that the sun and the moon were the same celestial body, but the light source would change with the angle.

Wei Keng calculated through simple surveying, if this "sun" is a certain celestial body, then perhaps the gap between the sun and the earth is much greater than that in his own world, and the planet under his feet, or the continent, is not rotating, but swaying from side to side.

... How can we study it when there is no shape up and down? ...

"Negative entropy theory", this theorem appeared in Wei Keng's mind inexplicably, oh, in the 21st century, I have no idea where I saw it, but it is extremely clear.

The negative entropy law brought by the periodicity of the universe and celestial bodies is an inevitable condition for the evolution of life. The negative entropy law of celestial bodies corresponds to the law of the human body. Ancient Chinese medicine has briefly summarized the corresponding experience of the in vitro environment system and the internal circulation. However, due to the backwardness of the industrial revolution, the theoretical research and data accumulation related to this idea have been shackled by "scientific and non-scientific diode thinking" for a long time

So the life of all things can absorb the negative entropy in the transformation process of the sun and the moon. So, Wei Keng basked in the sun and found that it really worked, but this internal breath could only be exposed to a little bit, and too much would not work. Obviously, just like a living thing, it is not good to be exposed to the sun for a while, and it must be increased slowly.

Wei Keng raised his hand, and as the power contained in his palm, the palm correspondingly rose up with the heat turbulence of the summer ground or the roasted sweet potato stove. Of course, the temperature was not that high, but the airflow would form a force like a magnetic field, which made Wei Keng quite curious, because from the life experience on the earth, how could the air produce a substantial force?

Okay, with a snap, Wei Keng threw out this force and hit it three feet, oh, that is, about ten meters away, before it collapsed. Wei Keng jumped off the tree and walked towards the row of leaves standing from far to near on the ground. This was a simple measuring device that Wei Keng made for testing. Wei Keng came to the torn leaf.

Wei Keng: "Well, not bad, the 33rd piece."

In front of Wei Keng, there is a leaf every other palm. Last time, the leaves that could be torn were 32, and now it is obviously an improvement.

Wei Keng: "If you improve one palm a week, in ten years, you can achieve great success."

Of course, this is Mr. Wei's own optimistic encouragement.

The conservative voice in Wei Keng's heart confirmed: this kind of control of muscle contraction, the energy (true energy) that bursts out should be limited. Moreover, hitting far is only an indicator, and you also need to hit quickly and accurately, and shoot several times in a second, and accurately.

Targeting the enemy's "eyes", "lower genitals" and "armpits", sometimes it is more effective than charging a palm to hit the chest.

Oh, right, Wei Keng is ten years old now, not a seven-year-old child, and he no longer plays with locust stones.

Instead, he picked some glassy stones from the river, smashed them and picked out sharp slices, hid them in his wrists, and then radiated them with the airflow of the force. Its power was thirty feet, which could cut off the feathers of birds in the sky. Within twenty feet, it could be seen that the fire burst out when it hit the cliff.

This method of mixing true qi with sharp stones, Wei Keng noted in the system: "The principle of water knife mixed with quartz sand."

Ten-year-old children are the most wild. Wei Keng did not restrain his nature, but adjusted the direction of release.

In the past three years, the jackals, tigers and leopards in the mountains have all moved away from here.

It's not that Wei Keng can resist their bites, but that the harassment is too annoying. Continuous guerrilla warfare, flying kites for dozens of days.

The jackals, tigers and leopards chased them, but they were attacked by bamboo sticks and snake heads. If they didn't chase them, they would be beaten black and blue by the flying locust stones.

So, these jackals, tigers and leopards are basically unprovoked, and finally all hid away, leaving this mountain forest to the feeding pit.

…Wei Keng proudly declared that this country was conquered by me. …

After finishing today's test, Wei Keng once again jumped back along the vine rope hanging on the tree branch.

Please note that he did not hang on the rope with his arms like a gibbon, but stepped on the rope and jumped back. The fixed body technique gave Wei Keng an excellent sense of balance.

After returning to the village, Wei Keng hung the wild fruits he collected today on the wall at the entrance of the village, and the little friends in the village, such as Datou and Xiaoya, also climbed over the wall and went back.

To be honest, Wei Keng did not know how to interact with the children, and the women in the village gossiped a lot about Wei Keng.

Since Wei Keng was hanging on the treetop when he was born, and he ran around in the mountains and forests, the gossips in the village were: "I'm afraid he is a monster child in the mountains."

Of course, Master Wei also knew that the public opinion position was very important. If the women at the entrance of the village were allowed to gossip, it is possible that these children would throw stones at him after just a few days.

So, Wei Keng kept doing small favors to the children. Pick fruits for them, give them snail shells. If anyone doesn't come to him, he won't give them. The so-called attack one faction, pull another faction, let them center around him.

So today, when he just came to the village entrance, a child with a snotty nose came to inform him.

"Brother Monkey, Brother Monkey, the village is going to gather something!" A little kid with patches on his knees stared at the slingshot made of deer antlers in Wei Keng's hand. He was the first to tell the intelligence.

This year, half of Wei Keng found his hunter, Father Lu, and asked to go to the market to take a look. Father Lu leaned on the bed and looked at Wei Keng for a long time. After a long time, he nodded at Wei Keng's eyebrows: "You have grown up, your wings are hard, be careful on the road."

Wei Keng looked at Father Lu and nodded excitedly, but after a while, he looked up at his father's wrinkled face, and somehow his heart was slightly ached. At this moment, it seemed particularly unusual.

Niu Ken'ao ushered in the annual market time. Wei Keng, holding a few small animal skins he had hunted, followed the car on the road, chewing steamed and dried root slices halfway.

Starch-containing plants similar to kudzu root, peeled, washed, steamed, and dried, this is the way Wei Keng and the system thought of eating, but some plants in the mountains are poisonous, and the processing is so troublesome, which leads to few people in the village using this.

There are a few donkeys pulling carts with the market, but in the remote mountains, these animals are more precious than children at home, how can they be used to waste the animals' strength for children. Wei Keng, wearing straw sandals, is now thinking about the wear-resistant sneakers in the 21st century.

Wei Keng is a bit crazy, and his thoughts are also the wild imagination of a teenager: "Oh, it would be better to have a bicycle, um, an electric motorcycle is the best, oh, think about it, or a bus is good, wait, why is it impossible to teleport directly? Is my brain used to poverty and I dare not think about it?" Anyway, they are all unrealizable things, so it doesn't prevent Wei Keng from thinking about it.

As for the adults in the village, they gathered together and chatted. Of course, what they talked about was nothing more than some widows who were coquettish enough at the market and the things reserved in the blacksmith shop. As for Wei Keng, he just said to him, "Don't touch the goods" and let him go.

Two days later, the hunter team came to a small town with a brick wall of about five meters high, well, strictly speaking, in a small town. Wei Keng glanced at it and found that it was similar to the local fortresses in the Wei and Jin Dynasties in China. It was used to defend against the surrounding bandits.

Of course, the mountain people who came to the market at this time were naturally suspected of being bandits. The town gate guards would have to give him a good check.

At the teahouse at the gate, a bearded man with bare chest picked and chose the mountain folks' things and checked them carefully. For example, when he came to Wei Keng, he snatched the mountain red from Wei Keng's hand, took a bite, and threw it on the ground with a "broken~咸" sound. He swung his palm fan at Wei Keng's head and cursed: "My teeth are so sour."

Wei Keng dodged towards the car and was only hit on the hair, avoiding the slap on the head.

Wei Keng cursed in his heart: Damn it, he didn't hit me lightly.

Wei Keng immediately responded to the "Jiang Menshen" for his feelings about the martial arts coach in the town.

The car was charged 15 copper coins, and the head of the team smiled and moved out the town's wind steward, and was finally allowed to enter.

At the market, the car team first entered the goods store, and the mountain folks took out their mountain goods to sell, while Wei Keng was left outside with the livestock.

Inside the threshold, the village cook who led the team said to the shopkeeper: "Boss, look at the furs this year, how lucrative it is." Of course, the mustache guy in the shop was looking down on the price. After several rounds, the mountain people who didn't know how to bargain were obviously anxious, which made Wei Keng really angry.

But at this time, a guy with a plaster on his forehead in the distance looked at the group of mountain people, glanced at them, and was unmoved at first, but after seeing the child behind the cook. His eyes lit up and he had a crooked idea.

Two hours later, the mountain people finally sold their big goods at the market, and Master Wei also sold his mountain goods. Compared with the young people in the village, he was very powerful. A few strings of wolf teeth, dyed purple with mulberries, claimed to be picked up from the corpse of an old wolf king, a small bag of roasted pine nuts, peeled two or three, plump, round and shiny kernels, let an old man exchange them for the same amount of marshmallows.

The most expensive item was a piece of "fish-startling stone", which was almost the size of a palm. Master Wei used fine sand and plaster to polish it and specially showed it in the medicine shop. When he was about to leave, he was stopped by the shopkeeper who secretly sent out the shopkeeper. After a round of depreciation, the shopkeeper bought it with forty taels of silver.

As for whether Wei Keng made a loss? We can only say that each takes what he needs. Maybe he could sell it for more if he gave it to others, but would it be his own?

After a wandering, the eloquent Wei Keng had two hundred taels of silver in his hand.

For Wei Keng, this was probably two hundred yuan in the era when eggs were three cents. In the mountains, it was almost enough to be a betrothal gift.

Oh, in the mountains, it was just two pots of wine, a few pieces of meat, and a bag of sugar.

Compared with many young people who came out on this trip, Wei Keng gained more. So he hummed a happy song: There is a girl named Xiaofang in the village, who is beautiful and kind. . A pair of beautiful big eyes, thick and long braids.

In order to prevent the money from being "safe-held" by others, Wei Keng simply tied a straw rope around his waist and hung it over his chest.

However, Wei Keng didn't know that while he cared about a small amount of money, others wanted to treat him like a leek.

…The human world at this time is full of tigers, leopards, and wolves…

At this time, in the caravan, the village guarantor was negotiating with the dejected mountain people. This guy was spinning a smooth iron egg in his hand and said to the mountain people's representative: "Can't we buy enough this year?" refined salt, right? I have an idea.”

A few minutes later, the guarantor revealed the news that Baihutang needed to take in the boy.

The village cook turned around and looked at Wei Keng, who was selling rabbit and fox skins at a small stall outside the village team, and said with some hesitation: "This is not good."

The leading mountain man was still thinking about Wei Keng's old hunter's instructions to "keep an eye on this child" before he left. At this time, the housekeeper who was wearing plaster pinched his mustache and began to say: "What's wrong?" Yes, you people living in remote areas will suffer if you have more mouths to eat. I am doing a good deed for you! Do you want me to give you two taels of silver?"

In the end, with an extra two cents of silver in the price and a guarantee that it would give the village enough salt, this "increased money" was successful.

Here Wei Keng was helping to look at the fox skin. An adult in the village quietly pulled Wei Keng over and said, "My child, you must be tired from going to the market recently. Go and eat some steamed buns."

Wei Keng didn't know why, but he felt a little bad, but he could only nod. After a few minutes, Wei Keng looked at the fragrant buns, and suddenly became suspicious: Well, when did the village think of him with such a good thing, and now he looked forward to it I want to watch myself eat.

Wei Keng took a look at the adults and confirmed that there might be something in the bun, so he quickly stood up and was about to run away, but was grabbed. However, Wei Keng had obviously practiced and he slithered away like a monkey.

But as soon as he jumped onto the wall, a sack was put on him, and there was a puff of smoke in the sack.

Wei Keng cursed and felt numb all over his body. Although the energy in his body reacted passively, he could not restrain the effect of the medicine. When he was half conscious, he felt that he was thrown onto the donkey cart. In desperation, Wei Keng shook the copper plate on his body and made a rattling sound. However, the effect of the anesthetic smoke was even stronger with this movement, and then , seemed to hear a quarrel between the villagers and outsiders.

In the end, the villagers in the mountains seemed to be afraid of the sticks and were forced to stay away from the carriage that abducted Wei Keng. They looked at the sacks fluttering under the curtains of the carriage and looked to the people in the town for help. Pedestrians seemed to know that outsiders would cause trouble. They avoided the big local businesses that they shouldn’t provoke.

As for Wei Keng, he felt that it was really difficult to break free from the sack. He regretted why the locust stone in his hand could not be replaced with a small flying knife. Master Wei tried hard to adjust his breathing in the sack. He was very frustrated. He had just gained some strength, but in the end he couldn't stop it. Three bad tricks.

No matter how good your skills are, you are still afraid of being plotted by Jianghu.

..."Cuckoo, Cuckoo" The vendors on the street were walking with grasshopper cages and carriages on their backs...

At night, when he was sure that he had been thrown into a large village, Wei Keng used his sharp teeth to bite him again and again, and finally broke out of the bag. At this time, I found myself in the cellar, surrounded by collected children, all of them languid and unable to even cry.

At this time, outside, crickets were chirping in the grass, and there was also the smell of lamp oil. It was certain that this was a large mansion.

About half an hour later, a man who looked like a housekeeper asked: "Have all the boys been collected?" The guy with plaster on his face nodded and bowed: "Yes, they are all collected."

The steward gave a soft "hmm" and immediately reprimanded: "Keep a close watch on you. If you mess up the important matter of the sacrifice, you can ask questions."

Wei Keng's ears were very clear, and his heart couldn't help but freeze. He might be in trouble. Over the years, Mingrui's spiritual wisdom has been able to avoid wolves, tigers and leopards, but in the end he did not escape the calculations of people.

The mountain people are fairly honest, but if their simplicity is exploited cunningly, they are working for the tiger.

Wei Keng struggled to free himself from the tendon rope, but when he saw the iron railings and cages around him, his mouth twitched: "We dig holes for tigers and leopards all year round. This is like the reincarnation of heaven."

Wei Keng tiptoed to the door, touched the iron lock, and input his zhenqi. The zhenqi twisted in the lock cylinder. Wei Keng controlled the stone powder to open the lock cylinder. The lock opened with a "click" sound. Wei Keng opened the door and prepared. leave.

However, Wei Keng obviously overlooked something. As the doors open, prepare to run to freedom,

Behind Wei Keng, there suddenly came the crying of other children, and the door opened causing the dog in the house to bark.

Soon someone rushed up. Wei Keng, who was about to climb over the wall and escape, was caught in a noose by Jiang Menshen. Then there was severe pain in the limbs, which was interrupted, and then more anesthetic was poured into it.

A few minutes later, Wei Keng, whose legs and feet were tied up with hemp rope soaked in tung oil, cursed: "I'm sorry!" This time, he was trapped firmly and had been given enough anesthetic.