Overgod Ascension

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After some pear blossoms and rainy explanations from the little lady, Wu Ming finally figured out the situation.

The cause of this incident can be summed up in three words - 'eat the best households'!

Li Xiuyun's parents are dead, there are no males in the family, and no sons to inherit the family business, so in the eyes of other villagers, it is a matter of course that there is a dead son who can divide the fat.

Not to mention, the Li family is fairly well-off, and counting what Wu Ming left behind, there are quite a few people who miss it.

If Mrs. Li went back like this, it would be trivial if she couldn't keep her family business, she would lose both her life and wealth, and she might be sold to no one knows where.

"Then you'll be fine here... oh!"

Wu Ming patted his head and finally remembered that he was also a privileged class.

When Lin Qi was killed before, no yamen servant dared to come to ask the case after so many days. The arrogance and domineering of the Wu family can be seen.

And Miss Li took shelter under the Wu family, and it was even rumored that she was the concubine of Young Master Wu. Even if she was a half concubine and half maidservant, it was not something ordinary villagers would dare to covet.

"Master Wanwangming, please don't drive me away. The little girl will be married in the next life, and she will repay her..."

After Li Xiuyun finished speaking, she just knelt down in the rain, which made Wu Ming quite embarrassed.

"Forget it... you can live as long as you like!"

Wu Ming waved his hand, thinking that the Wu family has a great career, and he doesn't care about raising one more idler.

On the contrary, this Miss Li has red lips and white teeth, and there is a hint of coquettishness between her brows.

As if seeing Wu Ming's gaze, Miss Li's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and her neck went straight down.

According to the reason at this time, no matter what Wu Ming did to her, the head of the family took it for granted and had peace of mind, but Wu Ming just walked slowly and didn't say anything.

"However... you can't listen to this woman's one-sided words all the time, and raise it as a good deed, but you still have to send someone to watch over it. If..."

Miss Li, who had her back to Wu Ming, didn't see the cold light flashing in Wu Ming's eyes when he turned around.

...

On the martial arts arena, Feng Han was wearing strong clothes with a cold face:

"What I practice is Vajra Great Eagle Claw Hand! This skill is widely spread and has many schools. I belong to the lineage of 'Tianying', which is secretly passed down as 'Thirteen Combos of Skyhawk'. I have practiced it to great success , hovering like a flying eagle, pounced down, extremely fierce!"

When he said this, he stretched out his hands again: "Look at my hands!"

Wu Ming stepped forward and saw that Feng Han's hands were knotted, black and hard, slender and deformed, like chicken feet, he couldn't help feeling cold: "I won't practice until the end, and my hands will become like this, right?"

"Haha! Of course not! Young master, what you practice is superior internal strength, from the inside to the outside, but it is natural, and there is a lot less detours of soaking with potions and beating your hands!"

Feng Han sighed, since Wu Ming intentionally or unintentionally said that he would teach him the Turtle Breathing Method and Spirit Turtle Qigong, he has no secrets about Wu Ming.

After all, although his own veins have been set, it would take time and effort to change them, and it would be half the effort, but he would be able to bless his descendants, so naturally he dare not slack off in the slightest.

"I have already taught you the secrets of King Kong's powerful eagle claw hands, and the next step is to practice! Hard training! Grab the yellow sand first! Then grab the stones! Finally, grab the iron sand! If you practice to great success, your claws can be firm but soft, invincible !"

"Obey!"

Wu Ming was dressed to practice Kung Fu, and he looked heroic. Facing the pot of yellow sand in front of him, he began to practice step by step.

"Flying eagles and sheep!"

"Eagle hits the sky!"

...

On the school field, the breath was faint, and the wind of claws was threatening. Feng Han nodded Lianlian: "I thought he was a dude, but I didn't expect to have such perseverance and foundation..."

Feng Han is very clear that with such a starting point, as long as Wu Ming has half of his previous efforts, his future achievements will far exceed. This is the rule of the world, and it is extremely cruel! For every effort made by the children of the aristocratic families, the scholars from the poor families must pay ten times, a hundred times, to catch up!

His face was dazed, as if he had thought of something, he was silent for a moment, looked at the sun, and couldn't help saying: "That's enough! Master Ming, you're just a beginner, if you don't want to hurt your muscles and bones, and become deformed in the future, you can stop!"

"Need not!"

Wu Ming was sweating profusely: "I can feel... I'm still far from reaching my limit!"

Suddenly he got to the middle of the school field, moving his claws like the wind, fierce and aggressive, grabbing both sides of the human-shaped wooden stake, breathing long, his nasal cavity vibrating, and exerting force with his hands, entangled and stirred: "The bird of prey tears the sheep!"

crackle!

During the two loud bangs, sawdust flew, and the two arms of the puppet were broken off by Wu Ming.

"This... this... Vajra Great Eagle Claw Hand Xiaocheng! And this breath..."

Feng Han stepped forward and saw Wu Daqing's hands as fair as jade, without a trace of calluses, like the most well-maintained disciples of rich families, with a look of shock on his face.

How could he not know that Wu Ming's palms at this time were maintained by the above multiplication of internal strength, unscathed, very restrained, but with the power of ghosts and gods in one strike, it was unstoppable!

This was the extremely high level he was looking for, but it was easily achieved by Wu Ming.

Such a stark contrast really made him a little disheartened, and his self-esteem was greatly hit.

"The tortoise breathes into concentration! The energy is long...Young master, you have already practiced the spirit turtle's qigong to the level of transformation! It's incredible!"

Feng Han's eyes were full of splendor: "This skill is full of vitality and is good at maintaining health. It is a perfect match for the fierce and fierce eagle claw hands! It is used to warm and nourish the hands, and there is no danger of injury...Congratulations to Master Ming, you are born with a promise!"

In fact, after Wu Ming comprehended the spirit turtle's Qigong, he knew that he was innate and had no obstacles.

A martial artist's True Qi Realm is the process of transforming and generating True Qi, while the Xiantian Realm is just the process of filling the whole body with True Qi, warming and nourishing the source, and returning to the innate state.

At this time, Wu Ming was able to transfer his true energy to his hands, and healed his muscles and bones. Obviously, he had taken a very crucial step!

"After the congenital, there is the outer gang! It can release three inches of innate true energy, hurt people from the air, and is invincible! After the outer gang, there is the inner gang. The gang qi spreads all over the body, even the internal organs and bones. It is condensed inside and outside, like a steel plate ! Such a warrior, placed in the army, is a proper enemy of a hundred people! Even a white body can be promoted from the ninth rank, and the martial arts can be easily acquired! It's a pity..."

Feng Han sighed.

He himself is also in this level, and it is not difficult to get an official position, but thinking about it in the future, it is as difficult as reaching the sky to be promoted to the eighth and seventh ranks!

After all, in addition to his family background, such generals also have extremely high requirements for the art of war. He is from a humble family, and it is a fluke to be able to practice such martial arts. How can he have time to study the art of war? Coupled with the lack of foundation, there is simply no way out.

If this kind of person has no connections, at best he will be a lifelong deputy, or a thug supported by a wealthy official or aristocratic family.

"If there is a chance to recommend, Wu Ming will definitely not forget Master Feng!"

Wu Ming promised to come down, and he exchanged a glance with Feng Han, saying everything without saying anything.

...

Summer goes and autumn comes, and before you know it, more than a month of time passes quietly.

During this period, Wu Ming has been staying in Wubao as a local turtle with peace of mind, practicing his skills every day, and carefully extending his tentacles to the outside world to explore the world and regional situation.

But in the past few months, his martial arts and knowledge have improved a lot.

First of all, it is to completely sort out and digest the memories of the dude, and be confident that he will not reveal his flaws to anyone.

Then, in terms of martial arts, he has already reached the peak of the true energy state, and he has accumulated the true energy in the meridians, acupoints, and dantians of the whole body. It only takes one opportunity to achieve great success, and return to the innate nature the day after tomorrow!

In addition, the kung fu of a pair of vajra's powerful eagle claw hands is also perfect, making Feng Han sigh again and again, saying that apart from the experience of facing the enemy and the way of machine transformation, there is nothing to teach.

Autumn harvest and winter storage!

For any farmer, autumn is the top priority of the year, even closely related to a family's livelihood.

The harvest of the ancient agricultural country is even more implicated in the fate of the country, which is extremely important.

In this season, as Wu Jiaming's face-to-face talker, Wu Ming can't be idle, he has to go to the countryside every day to inspect, at least to put on a show.

After all, the good fertile fields around Wubao and even in several nearby villages are all surnamed 'Wu', and most of the farmers are tenants of the Wu family.

Although housekeeper Wu and other gangsters will take care of everything below, Wu Ming can't help but show up.

"Well! This year's harvest is good!"

Wu Ming walked on the ridge with his hands behind his back, seeing the piles of millet, wheat and other grains, he couldn't help but wonder.

According to his calculations, the harvest for this acre is about one to two stones. Compared with the previous life, it is quite sad, but in the eyes of the people at that time, it was a good year.

"It's all thanks to my master!"

Next to Wu Ming, there was an old farmer with a bowed back, a lean and strong body, dry and rough hands, but with a sly light in his eyes rubbing his hands and laughing.

"It's your grandson who did a good job!" Wu Ming smiled and looked at Lao Suntou: "What else, let's talk..."

"Master... this year's year is good, but last year there was a severe drought, and the villagers didn't have any winter food. This year, another cow died in the village. It took a lot of effort to dig the canals..."

The old grandson said, almost tearing up: "This year's rent?"

"Hehe... that's all! Just do it as usual!"

Wu Ming stared at the old grandson for a long time, smiled without saying a word, until a fine layer of cold sweat oozed from the other party's forehead, then smiled and said.

"Thank you, my master! Thank you, my master!"

The old grandson was overwhelmed with gratitude and relieved. Looking at him, he almost knelt down to Wu Ming, and smiled again: "My boss is taking a short rest, and the meal for noon is already being prepared. The old hen that was stewed last night, and the old hen just now Wild game from the mountains, things from the countryside, something new..."

Wu Ming hummed incessantly, but felt a little sad in his heart.

The usual practice in previous years is half, a full 50%! It is equivalent to these farmers facing the loess and their backs to the sky, working for nothing for half a year.

But even so, as a tenant of the Wu family, the apportionment and taxes of the government are exempted, and it is still a remarkable "virtuous government"! Willingly, happily exploited!

"This is called luck. Otherwise, you will become the bottom layer after passing through, and you will have no food and clothing, and you will be shuddering!"

Wu Ming felt his hair stand on end for a while.