On the stone bed, Song Wen was shrouded in the mist, like a dream.

But the stone bed under him seemed to be filled with a misty air, and the misty air kept flowing, rushing towards Song Wen.

It surges like a tide, as slow as fast.

The misty air in the stone bed also flowed rapidly. Suddenly, the stone bed became as crystal clear as warm white jade, and then a dazzling light burst out, but it passed in a flash and returned to its usual shape.

The misty air continued to pour into Song Wen's body. After circling around him, it returned to the stone bed, which looked extremely mysterious. But in the intermittent rounds, black dirt and useless blood were constantly discharged from his body's pores, both with his mouth, nose, ears and eyes, and it looked very terrifying. However, the birds and horses on the bed did not have such a thing, but they were as violent as waves under the fur, and I don't know what happened.

At the same time, the fog shrouded in the space suddenly stirred up, rolling endlessly, and then slowly retreated backwards.

Where a few pine and cypress trees were originally exposed, a piece of pine and cypress suddenly appeared, while a large area of ​​fertile black soil was empty in other places, and some places were still covered with bushes of weeds.

After a while, the mist shrouded on the stone bed gradually dissipated, revealing the black Song Wen.

After a while, Song Wen woke up and felt a stream of air flowing in his body. Every cell and pore in his body were so comfortable that he was almost screaming loudly, and he felt that all the meridians were connected. He couldn't help but stretch. Suddenly, he saw a layer of black stuff wrapped in his hand. After a closer look, he found that there seemed to be blood on his body. When he touched his nose, it was really bloody, but it had become a hard lump. After a slight stroke, he fell off his body.

What's going on? Song Wen couldn't figure out the situation for a while.

Suddenly I remembered the fruits of the fat ginseng yesterday. Could it be that the thing was really ginseng? Otherwise, it wouldn't have caused a nosebleed, it was obviously too much. I remembered the ginseng smell I felt when I was eaten yesterday, it was probably really ginseng, but he was puzzled by why ginseng grew so big. I also remembered the feeling of burning my body after eating ginseng fruit yesterday, and I couldn't help but feel scared. I guess I had eaten too much, otherwise I wouldn't have such a big reaction.

Fortunately, there was a stone bed there, otherwise he wouldn't know what would happen. Unexpectedly, the bronze mirror could find such a treasure. It seems that he would have to use the bronze mirror more in the future. A layer of dirt stuck to his body and felt itchy, so he walked towards the pool and wanted to take a hot bath.

The little wagged horse and the bird also got up, but they all hurried to the pine and cypress on the side. They ran over for a long time and didn't know what to do. After returning, the two little guys saw Song Wen taking a shower, and jumped down and played beside him. The kittens and dogs sleeping in the bamboo house were awakened by their playful sounds and ran out. Seeing them having fun in the water, they also jumped into the pool, one dog crawled and the other cat swam, and quickly came to Song Wen.

When Song Wen saw the kitten swimming, he couldn't help but feel strange. How can a kitten swim? Can a cat swim?

At this moment, he felt a little more suspicious about the identity of the kitten. It seemed that this guy was really not a cat. But he was not a cat, what was it? He was so similar to a cat. He couldn't think of it for a while, so he simply stopped thinking about it and continued to play with these little guys.

Sometimes ignorance is also a happy thing.

After taking a shower, Song Wen fed all the guys in the space and was about to go out, but suddenly he felt something was wrong.

I turned around and looked at it, and suddenly I found that the space had become much bigger. After walking around, I felt that there were about three acres and five cents of land, which was five times more than the previous six cents of land.

Could it be that I ate ginseng fruit yesterday?

When I recall the situation where the space becomes larger, it seems that every time I become larger, it is related to my body. I used to drink snake wine, but then I also became hot. After waking up, not only did my body become stronger, but my space also became larger. This is the case three times in a row. Is it because my own strength also grows with space? After thinking about it, I feel that this may be true.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly walked over to the ginseng and wanted to pick a ginseng fruit from it to try if it was like this.

He was still scared of the pain of burning the body after eating ginseng fruit yesterday. However, he thought that he had eaten three ginseng fruits in a row, probably because he had eaten too much, so he would not have any problems if he had eaten less, so he wanted to pick one and eat it.

But when I came to the ginseng, I found that there was no fruit from the ginseng, and I didn’t know where to go. I originally wanted to eat it and try it to see if the space could be increased, but now it seems that there is nothing I can do, so I had to let out the Ruyi Fan in disappointment.

When he came outside, Song Wen took out the stone bed and put it back to its original state, then put on his clothes and walked out of the house.

The weather is clear and the air is fresh.

Under a ray of sunlight, people's hearts warm up.

Song Wen took a deep breath and moved his body. He felt a surge of energy filled with his flesh and blood, which made him unable to help but want to vent. So he came to the lake and started punching. It was still the drunken fist. After practicing for so many years, he became the most familiar with Drunk Fist.

The drunken fist can be hard or soft, freely moving and still, flexible and changeable. His steps seem to be staggering, but it is very organized. He saw his body bent like a burrowed tiger and stretching like a dragon, and his body is stretched without traces. His body is as hard as an iron method as a dragon. He turned over a fierce tiger, leopard, and turned into a fast falcon, either attacking, defending, advancing, or retreating, looking erratic and unrestrained.

After a few strokes of punches, I felt refreshed, but my forehead was sweating slightly.

Song Wen closed his fists and breathed, and a stream of air circulated in his body with his breath.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds stormed between his muscles and bones, like thunder. When Song Wen heard this, his face became strange and tried to punch one after another. The punches were swiftly, and there was a thunderous feeling of tearing through the space. He felt that his strength seemed to have increased a lot, so he tried to pick up a stone on the ground and punched it away. The stone instantly split into pieces and shattered. He tried to grab a small stone and knead it in his hand, and it turned into gravel. He couldn't help but take a breath. Could he have become a monster?

But he didn't know that he used snake wine and ginseng fruit to nourish his body, and his body was already different from ordinary people.

If a person's martial arts are divided into six realms, including hair, skin, flesh, tendons, bones, and marrow, Song Wen has undoubtedly entered the realm between muscles and bones, and only in this realm can he crush the stone. The further thing is to pinch the stone into powder, but this is a later story.

As for washing hair and marrow after drinking snake wine and eating ginseng fruit, it does not mean that this will allow him to enter the state of marrow, but helps him to discharge impurities in his body, allowing him to return to his childhood pure body, and opens up a road to the avenue. Just like cooking dishes, all kinds of ingredients are prepared, but it does not mean that the dish is done, but the chef needs to cook it carefully, otherwise the best ingredients may be cooked into poison.

Feeling the full strength in his body, Song Wen held his hand like a glass, and shot straight out with one move, then went in, entered the wine, and then shot out in a series of times. He punched violently, and heard a burst of thunder, but his body was shaking like a small boat swaying in the sea, and his hardness and softness complemented each other. Not only did he not look weird, but he felt very appropriate.

{Piaotian Literature www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}
Chapter completed!