MTL - Final Priesthood-Chapter 63 Speechless and bottle pile

 Chapter 63 Speechless and Bottled Piles

"Hello."

Lu Yuan answered the phone and asked about the exit.

 He heard a slight breathing sound on the other side of the phone that immediately became more rapid.

 But did not speak.

 “Who?”

Lu Yuan asked again.

The breathing on the other end of the phone gradually calmed down.

Still no one said anything.

Lu Yuan frowned, "I will die if you don't speak?"

 He waited for three seconds.

The caller refused to say anything, and Lu Yuan didn't get used to it, so he hung up the phone.

“It sounds like she’s a woman breathing, and it doesn’t look like a typo.”

Several figures flashed through Lu Yuan's mind instantly, and several guesses arose.

But he didn't bother to verify it, so he opened the bedroom door and strode out.

When Lu Yuan walked into the living room, he happened to see his grandfather Lu Yueping walking out of a room.

 The road was far away and I was startled.

That is the room of my father Lu Xinghua and my mother Zheng Qiuling.

After my grandfather was discharged from the hospital, he was arranged to live in his sister Lu Jing’s room.

"grandfather."

Lu Yuan called out and went up to meet him.

 “Have you finished your homework?”

 Lu Yueping smiled kindly at him, then searched around in confusion: "Where is the TV remote control? I can't find it no matter how hard I look for it."

 “Here is Grandpa.”

Lu Yuan glanced at the sofa and clearly saw traces of the TV remote control in the storage layer under the coffee table.

"oh oh."

Lu Yueping suddenly realized, "It turns out to be here. It took me so long to look for it. I searched everywhere."

 “Whatever you want to see, I’ll open it for you.”

Lu Yuan just walked towards the coffee table, but Lu Yueping said no.

“Forget it, it’s already four o’clock. I’m going to buy some food and cook some of your favorite dishes tonight.”

“Sir, let my mother take care of this later. Just sit down and have a good rest.”

“Your grandpa and I have been lying in bed in the hospital for more than a month. He has had enough rest. If you move around more, your body will get better faster.

 Don't worry about it, go back to your room and do your homework. "

"grandfather."

Lu Yuan and Lu Yueping pushed back and forth several times, but still couldn't get over Lu Yueping, so they could only watch helplessly as he just changed his shoes and went out.

 Waiting for Lu Yueping to go out, Lu Yuan thought for a while and entered his parents' room.

 Five minutes later, it was exactly as he had guessed—

 He found the passbook that Lu Yueping had secretly hidden in the pocket of his mother's autumn coat, which contained more than 100,000 yuan.

Lu Yuan looked at this thin little book and couldn't help but think of his previous operation of putting money under his parents' pillows.

 “He is really his grandson!”

 At night.

Lu Yuan stood on the rooftop of the sixth floor, his hands and feet tied with thick sandbags, and he was practicing basic fighting footwork by stepping on the footprints drawn with chalk.

He placed empty drink bottles in a circle around each chalk footprint.

As long as you step on the wrong foot, it will hit the drink bottle, causing the bottle to make a loud clatter.

Lu Yuan drew more than a hundred such footwork footprints in total, forming a huge and complex "bottle pile" formation.

　　When the bottle rings once, he has to start over and step on it again. He is not finished until he has stepped on each footprint "silently".

Because the hands and feet were tied with sandbags, while stepping on the bottle hoops, they had to punch, kick, dodge and other actions.

 The difficulty factor is doubled.

 After a few hours, relying on the [Absolute Concentration] of level 3, Lu Yuan could barely complete three or four round trips.

"Whirring whirring-"

Lu Yuan panted slightly and finished a special self-training session.

Walked to the bottle pile, picked up an unopened bottle of mineral water and drank it cleanly, feeling a little relieved.

“Although the method is a bit clumsy, you can practice your footwork, boxing, and leg skills, and you can gain experience, so it’s not in vain.”

The real actual combat situation changes rapidly, and of course it is impossible to deal with it exactly according to the set of footwork he drew. Lu Yuan mainly wanted to gain footwork experience and hone his martial arts instincts.

 After drinking the water, Lu Yuan took a short rest.

 Then look at the career panel.

 【You focus on professional training for ten minutes, and your professional experience value +4】

 【Your skill Basic Footwork is improved, experience value +4】

 【Your skill, Advanced Boxing, is improved, experience value +2】

　　【.】

  【Congratulations, your skill base footwork level has been improved! 】

Lu Yuan's eyes fluctuated slightly when he saw this prompt, but he wasn't too surprised.

  Basic footwork was already almost upgraded with just a little experience. After this night's special training focusing on footwork, it was natural for him to be promoted.

  Scan the skill panel.

Sure enough, the original basic footwork of level 4 has become the full level of level 5. Instead, there is an "advanced footwork" of level 1 on the primary professional skill column.

This kind of evaluation-based skill improvement is something Lu Yuan doesn’t feel very self-conscious about, and it can only be reflected in actual combat.

Evaluative type is a classification made by Lu Yuan himself on the different skill improvement effects of career panels.

 Another type he calls "metamorphosis".

 Once you break through a level, you can directly and clearly feel the obvious gap between before and after, the huge improvement, and the obvious benefits.

 For example, crane-shaped stake, absolute concentration, imaginary enemy, etc.

Of course, there are additional rewards for mastering evaluation skills.

  After practicing basic footwork to the full level, Lu Yuan will get 1 free attribute point as expected.

Without any hesitation, I directly added this attribute point to intelligence.

 The original intelligence of 11 points quietly changed to 12.

 The tingling sensation in my brain that I had experienced once before came as expected.

In an instant, Lu Yuan felt as if countless information and pictures were flashing through his mind like a movie playing at ten times speed.

"ah-"

This time the pain lasted longer, as if an extremely strong migraine was coming, and Lu Yuan couldn't help but squat down while covering his head.

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 The crisp sound of something falling to the ground.

"What happened?!"

Lu Yuan heard someone running toward him in panic.

The tingling sensation subsided as quickly as the tide. Lu Yuan raised his head and saw a good-looking woman standing in front of him with a look of worry and questioning.

“Xiao Xiaoyuan, what’s wrong with you?”

 “Sister Wang.”

Lu Yuan recognized this woman as living upstairs in his house, and they had met and chatted with her in the corridor two days ago.

“It’s okay, I just accidentally knocked my head.”

Lu Yuan shook his head and took a few deep breaths to try to calm down the last stinging aftermath in his mind.

 He saw the woman wearing a white nightgown, a washbasin not far away, and a few pieces of clothing spilled out of it.

I guess I went to the rooftop to dry my clothes after taking a shower.

“It’s okay, I heard you yelling as soon as I came in, and it scared me!”

 The woman breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and patted her chest and said.

Lu Yuan looked at the woman's movements, and a letter and a number accurate to one decimal place suddenly popped into his mind.

 I was suddenly shocked.

With this little improvement in intelligence, his ability to organize knowledge, memory, and calculations in his brain seems to have become even stronger.

　　You can actually tell the size of your bust with just a glance. How did he get all this weird knowledge? !

“Xiaoyuan, what are you doing here? There are bottles all over the floor, and they look really nice. Is this some kind of avant-garde art?”

Seeing that Lu Yuan was fine, the woman went back to pick up the wash basin on the ground. She noticed the pile of bottles placed on the ground by Lu Yuan and couldn't help but curiously asked.

“Ah, no, I was just playing around because I was bored, and then I cleaned it up later.”

Lu Yuan was a little embarrassed to look at the woman any more, so he muttered "haha" and brushed it off.

 Finally, I breathed a sigh of relief after the woman finished drying her clothes and left.

“With improved intelligence, it should be easier to punch Crane, right?”

Lu Yuan untied the sandbag tied to his hand and punched twice casually.

　　13 points of power produce a clear and sharp sound.

 (End of this chapter)