Martial: I Started The Technological Revolution In Ancient Times

"Young Master Yun, are you really safe like this? If you fall down and your head touches a rock, you will fall to your death. If you fall to your wit's end, wouldn't that be troublesome?"    

The corner of Xiao Yun's eyes twitched violently.    

"Do you need to be so specific?"    

If it wasn't for the fact that it wasn't easy for him to come up, he really wanted to go down and beat this guy up!    

Thinking about it, he still endured it.    

He let out a long sigh, plucked a leaf, placed it by his mouth, and gently blew it.    

This was what Wu Jr. taught him.    

He was gifted in music when he blew, but when he was young, he didn't have a decent musical instrument. Thus, the stem of the reeds, the tender green leaves, and the grass by the roadside became things that he played with all the time.    

When the leaves were blown, the sound was sharp and long.    

Combined with the hazy night sky, it had a different flavor.    

Previously, it was still messy below, but as the music rang out, it gradually calmed down.    

The people first raised their heads and looked in Xiao Yun's direction with puzzlement.    

Under the moonlight, a man in white was lying lazily on a tree branch, reflecting the moonlight. He was dressed in silver armor and his eyes were closed. He slowly played a song that he had never heard before but was extremely beautiful.    

This scene would probably be engraved in the hearts of many people and would not be forgotten for a long time.    

Then, people quietly did the work in their hands amidst the music.    

No one said anything, but they cooperated to complement each other.    

Soon, everyone ate, lit a bonfire, and fell asleep.    

Xiao Yun also stopped playing. He stared blankly at the leaf in his hand, then raised his head to look at the moon in the sky.    

"Tonight, let them go first."    

As he spoke, he closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, then quietly fell asleep.    

A night passed, and the wind blew, accompanied by the chirping of insects.    

In the affairs of the martial world, no one had a bad name.    

In the morning, the sun had yet to rise, and people woke up with dew.    

He shook his numb muscles and bones, pulled up his cold spirit, and tidied up everything around him as he prepared to continue forward.    

They had just entered the mountain, so there were still many things to do next.    

"Eh? Look over there."    

Someone raised his head and noticed where Xiao Yun was. He pointed there in shock and called over the people beside him.    

Coincidentally, Shangguan Qing'er and Leng Ningshuang also walked out of the tent and looked in the direction the person pointed.    

Under the morning sun, Xiao Yun quietly lay on a tree branch. More than ten birds on his body stayed on it. One of them was still standing at the tip of his nose and looking around curiously.    

It was as if... Xiao Yun had become a part of the tree.    

His body was as light as the wind, and the birds were not shocked!    

"This... Is he a Saint Grade?"    

Leng Ningshuang was a little stunned and even a little jealous.    

Shangguan Qing'er, on the other hand, ran over with a nervous expression.    

"This bunch of damn birds, don't touch Young Master Yun!"    

As she spoke, she kicked the tree trunk, scaring the birds so much that they flew away one after another, leaving only some feathers behind as they gracefully descended.    

White feathers with white clothes, an elegant young master came.    

Xiao Yun woke up and rubbed his eyes. He turned around from the tree and lightly stood on the ground, not losing any elegance.    

"What are you doing? You disturbed my dream so early in the morning."    

Shangguan Qing'er felt guilty and quickly said, "You have a group of small birds on you. What are you going to do with them?"    

Xiao Yun blinked his eyes and said," This is a forest and there is even a bonfire. Are you all afraid that there are not many mosquitoes? If not for this group of birds, perhaps this young master would have already fed the insects."    

Shangguan Qing'er said in surprise, "Ah? Those little birds... were specially brought by young master to eat the insects?"    

"That's not true..." Xiao Yun shrugged his shoulders and said, "It was just a coincidence. Who knows why those birds liked to run to my side? Maybe they like my natural body fragrance. "    

"Uh..."    

The corners of Shangguan Qing'er's eyes twitched a few times.    

She knew very well whether Xiao Yun had any fragrance on him!    

Of course, he really did not have any! If it was not for the fact that he would bathe at night, there would only be the stench of stinky men!    

"Tell me, why did you wake me up?"    

"This... This is about to set off, it wouldn't be appropriate for you to sleep again..."    

"Hmph."    

Xiao Yun curled his lips and muttered, "Then can't you call me young master when you start to leave? It's rare to have a good sleep... "    

After saying that, he took out a silk handkerchief from his bosom and walked to a cluster of tall grass. Using a strange method, he swung the silk handkerchief twice. The dew fell on the silk handkerchief and soon soaked it.    

Only then did Xiao Yun use the silk handkerchief to wipe his face and hands. He tidied his hair and clothes and seemed to be much more energetic.    

"It can still be like this?"    

Leng Ningshuang touched her swollen face because she had slept the whole night. She imitated Xiao Yun and lifted the silk handkerchief to draw on the pile of grass. When she wiped her face, it was full of grass seeds. It was a mess.    

She was stunned for a while and then walked to Xiao Yun. She opened the silk handkerchief and said loudly, "What is going on?"    

"The technique, the problem of the technique."    

"Give me yours!"    

"[Miss Leng, this is considered stealing...]"    

"Exchange with yours!"    

Forcibly buying and selling, he directly snatched Xiao Yun's silk handkerchief away, and then ran to the side of the grass to try it out.    

Xiao Yun looked at the light pink silk embroidered with a name in his hand and the corners of his eyes twitched.    

He actually couldn't help raising it to the tip of his nose and smelling it.    

Sure enough, there was a fragrance.    

Then, he hurriedly put it into his embrace and looked around guiltily.    

Everyone saw it, but they did not dare to look. The speed at which they turned their heads was too fast. Each of them turned their heads to their necks and grimaced in pain.    

On the other side, Leng Ningshuang failed again!    

Seeing that the grass seeds on the silk cloth were even more sticky than her silk cloth, she walked to Xiao Yun's side with a cold expression.    

"Get it for me!"    

Xiao Yun rolled his eyes.    

He did not understand why his relationship with Leng Ningshuang had suddenly become so good.    

And from her behavior, this fellow clearly felt that he was very close to her.    

He could not understand.    

He also felt somewhat helpless.    

He could only take the silk handkerchief.    

He casually flung it.    

The grass seeds stuck to it were actually shaken off, and the thin silk handkerchief actually made a bang, as if it was shaking a thick and heavy towel.    

Then, he raised the silk cloth and waved it in the grass.    

There were no grass seeds, and the silk cloth was also wet.    

Leng Ningshuang opened her eyes wide and asked in surprise, "How did you do it? Why can't I do it?"    

"I said it was a technique."    

Xiao Yun looked helpless.    

"Then teach me!"    

"You..."    

Xiao Yun smiled bitterly and said, "That's fine too, but you need to learn three years' long fist first, then three years' Penetrating Fist, then three years' inner fist, and finally nine years of finger force to produce coincidental force. Then you can do it."    

Leng Ningshuang was still seriously calculating.    

When she heard the end, she frowned and asked, "Are you messing with me?"    

Xiao Yun shrugged and said, "Not at all. It's true."    

As he spoke, he walked to the side of a tree. There was a protruding scar on it. Xiao Yun suddenly waved his hand, and his palm brushed across the tree trunk. There was no sound. The tree trunk did not shake, but a layer of bark was torn off from the scar. The tender flesh inside was revealed.    

Xiao Yun raised his hand and shook the tree bark between his fingers. He smiled and said, "Three years of long punches. You can practice the strength of your arms. Three years of Back Connection. Only then can you train the strength of your entire body into one. Then, you can practice the Internal Martial Arts for another three years. Only then can the strength be born from the roots, the strength will follow the pill, and the waist and horse will become one. Only then would he be able to exert an extraordinary strength and speed, and the finger force would be the most difficult. Breaking gold and breaking jade without hurting the muscles and bones was really something to be practiced about. The time that this young master talked about is still the time with the better talent. If the talent is bad... I'm afraid there's no hope for life."    

The corner of Leng Ningshuang's eyes twitched a few times.    

Then... she gave up.    

She wiped her face with a silk handkerchief and passed it to Xiao Yun.    

"Get some more."    

Obviously, he did not plan to practice and let Xiao Yun do it for him.    

Xiao Yun did not refuse. He just smiled and continued.    

After washing his face, they started to cook. After breakfast, they were about to leave.    

After all, they were all big families. The matter of spring hunting wasn't just about joining in the fun, but also about getting a ranking in the top three and getting a reward from the royal family.    

The value of the reward itself was not worth paying attention to. The important matter of the reward itself was beneficial to both the family and the individual!