Getting stronger starts with owning the system

The girl didn't pay attention to him all the time, Yun Fan looked a little bored sitting aside, and said casually: "Go to bed early."

Then slipped off the roof.

The moment his feet landed, a magical idea suddenly emerged in Yun Fan's heart, and the ghost glanced at the roof again.

The unreasonable white snow has already fallen, and the girl in white also stood up, condescending, and looking at the shopkeeper in the courtyard. Liu Ye's eyebrows slowly unfolded, changing into a very familiar disgusting tone of Yun Fan: " What do you look at? People are not allowed to go to the roof to look at the stars or the moon, and think about life!"

"Yang Shuxue, it really is you!" Yun Fan said with a smile. At this moment, whether it was the tone of the girl or the result of Mai Wangqi's exploration, it was no doubt that the girl was Yang Shuxue.

"Isn't there anyone else? I'm surnamed Yun, why didn't I see you for a few days and started to be stupid? It wouldn't be that Jian Xiu's brain was broken."

Yang Shuxue shook her wrist, flexed her muscles and bones, and a crisp sound like fried beans burst out of her body.

"Then it's okay." Yun Fan yawned and walked back to his room. After a busy day, he should have a good rest with those white money.

Seeing the shopkeeper leave, the girl standing on the roof suddenly lost her eyes, and once again gathered a pair of cold eyes.

There are bright white lights around her, like flying snow.

She looked to the north, long and deep, dreaming about these things.

"It's good to be alive..."

"But alive... and so tired."

"Sorry, Axue and Xiaorou... I just want to be a cowardly coward."

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"Forty-five pens of six hundred thirty-two pennies... six hundred thirty-five pennies."

In the bedroom, Yun Fan routinely counted the copper money he had earned from operating the inn a few days before going to bed.

Before counting, he was a little sleepy.

After the count, he became more and more energetic, his eyes were shining with golden light, but he couldn't sleep leaning on the pillow.

"No, no, I have to quit the bad habit of counting silver in the future." Yun Fan widened his eyes, staring at the ceiling and swore secretly.

In boredom, he activated the bluestone ring and opened the main interface of the inn.

——Rotary Wheel of Opportunity: Consume the inn’s consistent money to make a profit and spin the wheel once.

Speaking of it, Yun Fan has never spent real money to draw prizes. He has always relied on task rewards. At this moment, he is idle and panic, so he can just pay for it. Anyway, he always has money. He is now rich and rich, so he can't be stingy as before.

Ever since, he consumed his usual money and turned the turntable with consciousness.

After only a moment, a paragraph of text appeared in his mind.

When the sky was cold, Yun Fan was sitting cross-legged, slowly incorporating the vitality of heaven and earth into his body, condensing a trace of spiritual aura during the operation of the week, and storing it in his dantian.

This spiritual accumulation is the cultivation base.

When the dantian is full and the accumulated internal force reaches a certain level, the qualitative change will cause the quantitative change, and the collapse will condense into zhenqi. This is the realm of manifestation.

Now Yun Fan is the cultivation strength of the pinnacle of the perception realm, but he needs to cultivate hard to cross this bottleneck and enter the real manifestation realm.

Mu Cangxun once told him that practice is something that requires persistence. If you don't advance with a boat against the current, you will retreat. It is also like climbing a cliff or mountain. There is no retreat, but you can only grit your teeth and continue to move upward.

Therefore, Yun Fan practiced hard, hoping to break through to the realm of manifestation soon.

Li Weirou woke up and walked out of the carriage, carrying a basin and towel to the stream pool to fetch water and wash, and then prepared to bury the pot and cook, waiting for Yun Fan to finish his practice.

To say that cooking is to boil the water in an iron pan, throw in some prepared vegetable and mushroom meat slices, add salt, cinnamon, pepper, pepper and other seasoning spices, cover the wooden pot and cook.

Simple and straightforward, the taste is very good, it is a unique food cooking method given to her by Professor Yun Fan.

After a period of time, when the lid was lifted, white foam appeared in the iron pan, gurgling, and the aromatic taste of the food rose up with the white smoke, and burst into Li Weirou's petite and delicate nose.

"You can eat it!"

The girl yelled joyfully, her voice was sweet and melodious, but Yun Fan was still meditating into concentration, not listening to foreign affairs.

The girl had no choice but to take a bowl and chopsticks to pick up a few vegetable leaves and feast on it, but the meat in the pot didn't move at all. At the same time, she looked at Yun Fan as if she was admiring a skilled stone sculpture, and she was stunned.

After a while, Yun Fan woke up from the state of cultivation, looked at the iron pot filled with fragrance, walked over, and ate with Li Weirou.

"At our current speed, it is at least ten days away from reaching Sangcheng." Yun Fan estimated the distance.

"Just take it slow, we don't have to worry too much." The girl used a spoon to spoon Yun Fan's bowl with fresh and tender meat, which she was not willing to eat at all.

After breakfast, they drove the carriage along the avenue again. Not that there were other passers-by or crutches, or they also drove the carriage to pass them, the brilliant sun pierced the clouds and shone on the earth.

The sky is blue, the green grass is full, and the white clouds change like a gray dog, which stretches and shortens the silhouette of pedestrians.

When they reached one place, suddenly three or five sturdy men blocking the way, with beards and dazzling swords on their shoulders, reflected a dazzling light in the sun.

"I grew this mountain, and I planted this tree..."

You don't have to listen to what they say to know that this is being robbed.

The little Huang in Li Weirou's hand was flapping wings with joy, and her mouth was squeaking non-stop, as if she wanted to go up and show off her skills, but was brutally suppressed by Yun Fan with a palm of her hand, "Don't make trouble! In case you hurt others How to do."

He looked helplessly at the mountain bandits who had robbed the way, and glanced at them. They were all ordinary people with no cultivation base, and didn't even have the idea of ​​doing anything.

On that side, the bandits shouted the universal slang in a loud voice, came with a sharp sword, and shouted fiercely: "Don't hurry up and hand over all the valuable things to the master!"

"What if you don't pay it?"

With a straw in his mouth, Yun Fan leaned back, posing a lazy and indifferent appearance.

"Then save your life!"

The big man said viciously.

Yun Fan suddenly stood up, kicked out like lightning, kicked the big man's chest, and the surging internal energy hit him, kicking him several feet away.

The big man rolled on the ground several times before he released his strength. He only felt a pain in his chest. When he pulled off his clothes, he saw a bruise in the shape of a footprint directly on his chest. His beard and hair were spread out, like an angry lion roar. Said: "Chop them off for the Lord!"

A group of mountain bandits immediately slashed with their big swords. Yun Fan didn't look at it. He leaped out of the carriage, clenched his fists and shot out at random.

With the blessing of Fengyue's footwork, he was as slippery as a loach, and the blade of the bandit could not get close to the body. Instead, he bombarded every key position with every punch, and he was just an understatement to subdue these bandits.