Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

"These are the conditions, just make do."

Yue Shan leaned against the door frame and said calmly, "Rest here this afternoon. Meet at the tent we just left at five o'clock. Don't be late."

"Understood, Captain."

Yue Shan nodded, said nothing more, turned and went downstairs, his footsteps quickly fading into the distance.

Chen Mo entered the room, closed the door, and placed his luggage and the things he was carrying on the table.

First, walk to the window and push it open a crack.

A humid, sultry wind immediately rushed in, carrying the distinctive fishy smell of the river water unique to the dock.

He looked towards the low, densely packed buildings in the west of the city, their gray-black roofs standing side by side, their narrow alleyways appearing particularly gloomy in the fading light of the day.

That was Rat Alley.

Turning his gaze away, Chen Mo began to examine the equipment Yue Shan had given him.

The uniform of the inspection bureau was made of thick and tough fabric, with simple cloud patterns embroidered in ink on the collar, cuffs and hem, resembling some kind of simple protective talisman.

On the left side of his chest, there is a seal script character “稽” embroidered in silver thread, representing his identity as an inspector.

Chen Mo unfolded the clothes and found that the lining was light gray, slightly cool to the touch, and had a faint herbal scent.

The garment has a clean and simple design that allows for easy movement, and it is clearly tailor-made for field operations.

After changing out of his old clothes and putting on this dark blue police uniform, Chen Mo looked at himself in a blurry bronze mirror in the room.

The clothes fit him exceptionally well, making his slightly thin figure appear even more upright and giving him a more aloof air.

The character "稽" on the left chest gleamed faintly with a silvery sheen in the dim light.

He tied the black waist tag to the right side of his waist, and after activating it with a drop of blood, a faint sense of connection lingered in his mind.

Finally, Chen Mo picked up the book "Three Styles of Wind Breaking".

[The sword technique "Three Styles of Wind Breaking" was detected]

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the words on the Moon Essence Mirror flickered, and then, more detailed prompts appeared one after another like ripples on water:

[Analysis complete.]

【"The Three Styles of Windbreaker" - Basic Sword Techniques for Military Combat.】

[Grade: Superior Mortal (Fragmented)]

[Core principle: Simplify complexity, overcome ingenuity with brute force, and pursue ultimate lethality.]

【Movement Composition:】

[Wind-Splitting Style: A strike from above, swift as lightning, emphasizing speed and pinpoint attack, particularly effective against the head, collarbone, and wrists of those wielding weapons.]

[Wind-Slicing Style: A slanting, horizontal sweep, heavy and powerful, emphasizing momentum and cutting, adept at breaking through the center, severing limbs, and sweeping away defenses.]

[Windbreaker Style: Seeking advancement amidst danger, close-range thrusts and counter-attacks, emphasizing unpredictability and instantaneous strikes, adept at attacking the waist, abdomen, chest, and gaps in the conversion of old power.]

[Key points for exerting power (adapted to the holder's current physique with minor adjustments): ...]

[Footwork Coordination (Basic Seven Star Step Variation): ...]

[Common Combinations for Practical Application (Seven Variations from Three-Style Combos): ...]

[Note: This method is specifically designed for battlefield clearing and dealing with low-intelligence, sinister targets. Use this close-quarters, wind-breaking technique with caution against martial artists/cultivators of the same or higher level. Basic application can be quickly mastered; however, extensive practical experience is required to internalize it.]

Load?

Chen Mo's mind stirred slightly, and he chose yes.

In an instant, a cool sensation flowed into my mind.

It wasn't about forcibly stuffing in complicated insights, but rather about imprinting the previously analyzed key points of power generation, footwork coordination, and the most practical combo variations into his memory in a very clear way.

A moment later, the cool sensation subsided, and the light of the Moon Mirror returned to its calm state.

Chen Mo slowly opened his eyes, feeling a slight throbbing in his head, but nothing serious.

He looked down at the booklet in his hand, then at his own hands, and a strange sense of familiarity welled up inside him.

The key points of those moves and the methods of power application are now clearly imprinted in my mind, and even the muscles in my arms are faintly generating an urge to swing along a specific trajectory.

He stood up and drew the demon-slaying sword.

The blade was drawn from its sheath, accompanied by a low, grinding sound.

It is about two feet seven inches long, with the handle taking up nearly seven inches. It is wrapped with a dark brown, fine hemp rope that is sweat-absorbent and non-slip, making it feel solid and stable in the hand.

The blade is not straight, but has an extremely subtle curve, with blood grooves on both sides. The grooves are simple and without any complicated patterns.

Its color is not bright, but a deep gray-black, like refined steel, yet it exudes a restrained chill.

Upon closer inspection, extremely fine dark red lines occasionally flow through the gray-black, almost imperceptible.

Those are the marks formed by the added copper powder during the special forging process, which gives this knife a slight effect of warding off evil spirits.

The blade was polished to an extremely thin edge, with a thin line of cold light swirling in the dim light.

The knife gave Chen Mo the feeling of simplicity, practicality, and ferocity. It had no superfluous decorations, and every inch of it was designed for killing and dispelling evil.

Chen Mo held the knife in one hand, feeling its heavy weight and the cool touch of the hilt.

He tried to swing it gently, rotating his wrist slightly according to the way he had in mind.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, producing a subtle yet clear hissing sound.

"A fine knife!"

Chen Mo secretly praised him and began practicing the basic movements of the "Three Styles of Breaking the Wind" in this small space.

His movements were a little clumsy at first, but with the foundation of the Gale Blade Technique he had learned before, he quickly became fluid.

His exertion method naturally shifted towards the way that was most suitable for his current state after the optimization of the treasure mirror, and his footwork also began to show signs of becoming more organized.

Once, twice, three times...

Sweat seeped out again; the sweltering August heat made the room feel like a sauna.

Chen Mo remained expressionless, immersed in the initial familiarization with the sword techniques.

The Moonlit Treasure Mirror only taught his mind the techniques, but he still needed to practice constantly to achieve coordination of his limbs and develop muscle responses.

Just like the internal energy and cultivation levels gained through initiation in TV dramas.

Without time and refinement, one cannot unleash their full potential.

Time passed unnoticed, and when the faint sound of a clapper came from the distant dock, Chen Mo stopped what he was doing.

He sheathed his longsword, slightly out of breath, and clenched his fist, feeling that he had gained more control over his own power.

He wiped his sweat, changed into a clean spare inner lining, and checked his equipment one last time: waist tag, demon-slaying knife, and paper doll.

Chen Mo pushed open the door and walked down the stairs.

The evening breeze carried the dampness of the river, unable to dispel the sweltering heat, but it did invigorate the spirit.

Inside the tent, the other four people had already arrived.

When Yue Shan saw Chen Mo enter, his gaze swept over him and paused for half a second before moving away.

"Let's go to the cafeteria for lunch first, and then I'll come back to assign tasks."

As Yue Shan spoke, he took the lead in lifting the tent flap and walking out.

Chen Mo followed behind the squad, crossing the camp.

Before it was completely dark, electric lights, a rarity in Linhe County, had already begun to illuminate various parts of the camp.

A mixture of rice and cooked meat wafted through the air, and the faint sounds of bustling voices could be heard.

The canteen was located in another larger brick building, with soldiers guarding the entrance and checking waist tags before allowing people to enter.

The interior space was quite large, with more than a dozen long wooden tables, and many people were already seated there.

Most of them were soldiers and low-ranking officials wearing various uniforms, and a few, like Chen Mo, were dressed in the uniforms of the Inspection Bureau or the clothing of the Yisi of Moqing Town, each gathered in one place.

The environment was noisy, and there was a long queue at the food window.

"Find a seat yourself. The rule is to take only what you can eat and no waste."

Zhou Ling was the first to respond, smiling as she pulled the somewhat silent Zhao Tie along as they ran towards the food serving window.

Wu Tong glanced at Chen Mo, said nothing, and slowly followed.

The food was more substantial than I expected.

There was a large pot of rice, two large basins of stewed vegetables (the meat was hard to identify, it was very oily and had some vegetable leaves floating on top), a basket of dark-colored steamed buns, and a large bucket of bland soup with a few vegetable leaves floating on top.

The cooks were quick and efficient; no matter who it was, they would scoop a large spoonful of rice into a rough earthenware bowl and then pour a large spoonful of vegetables on top.

Chen Mo ate his meal in silence.

The food was just average, too salty, and the meat was overcooked and too soft, but it was high in calories, which is more important than anything else for someone who needs physical strength.