Xu Mu remembered very clearly that when his strength reached 50 points, the system panel changed, and he entered the early stage of the Ming Jin realm.
You know, a strength of 50 is five times that of an ordinary person.
Five times stronger doesn't mean he can just take on five people. The strength of a group of people can't be simply added up.
For example, if an adult has a strength of 10, the combined strength of ten adults isn't 100.
Each of them still only has a strength of 10; it's just that there are more of them.
With five times the strength, he could probably knock out one person with a single punch.
Xu Mu looked at Xu Shou in front of him. Maybe his arrival in this world had caused some deviations.
For example, there were many more so - called male protagonists.
Or perhaps in the original plot, Xu Shou already had strength close to that of an ancient martial artist, but because the Dragon King was too powerful, his strength wasn't noticeable.
"What's up?"
Xu Shou took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and noticing Xu Mu looking at him, asked with a smile.
"What do you mean?"
Xu Shou took out a lighter and lit the cigarette.
"Although you're my father, I know nothing about your past."
Based on the memories of the original villain Xu Mu, Xu Mu continued, "I've grown up, but you've never mentioned what my grandparents did for a living."
"Them? Of course, they were farmers," Xu Shou replied without hesitation.
"Then how did my mother die?"
Xu Mu continued to ask.
Xu Shou took a deep puff of his cigarette and looked up at the night sky. "Why are you suddenly asking this?"
"Nothing."
Xu Mu shook his head.
Since Xu Shou didn't want to say, he wouldn't force it.
All he needed to know was that the person in front of him was his father and that he was very kind to him. That was enough.
"I met a master," Xu Mu suddenly said.
"And then?" Xu Shou looked at Xu Mu.
"He said I had some talent and took me as his disciple, teaching me some skills."
Xu Mu grinned at Xu Shou. "I have a way to help you enter the realm of ancient martial artists."
Hearing this, Xu Shou's eyes narrowed into slits. "No wonder you've changed so much recently. So you've had an opportunity."
"Do you want to become an ancient martial artist?"
Xu Mu asked with a smile.
"I... I'm old. I'm already fifty," Xu Shou said, shaking his head gently. He took several quick puffs of his cigarette and exhaled forcefully. "At this age, even if I become an ancient martial artist, I'll never be a master in my lifetime."
Xu Mu looked into Xu Shou's eyes and seemed to sense a feeling of helplessness.
He didn't know what had happened back then, but he was determined to use his own strength to make Xu Shou a master.
...
At nine o'clock at night, Xu Mu drove Ye Tong and Ye Yu back home.
On the way, he noticed a traditional Chinese medicine shop.
After a moment's hesitation, he parked the car by the roadside. "Wait for me for a minute."
Xu Mu quickly walked into the traditional Chinese medicine shop and skillfully named several herbs, all of which were for health - preservation.
Using these health - preserving items was his excuse to help Xu Shou.
When Ye Tong saw Xu Mu getting back in the car, she asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you sick?"
"No, I just bought some tonics to drink as tea," Xu Mu replied with a smile.
Hearing this, Ye Tong's cheeks flushed. She stammered, "You still need to take tonics?"
She was stunned. He was already so powerful.
She really wanted to tell Xu Mu that she couldn't handle him.
After arriving home safely, Xu Mu told Ye Tong to rest first.
He then went to the kitchen. As a master chef, he skillfully steamed and cooked these herbs.
It took him half an hour, and finally, there were two pills the size of a fingernail in his hand.
One was black, with a medicinal effect similar to that of Liuwei Dihuang Pills.
The other was slightly red. He had deliberately added wolfberries. There was no special reason; he just wanted the two pills to look different.
Since he didn't have a box here, he took a red plastic bag from the cabinet and put the two pills in it.
He would give it to Xu Shou tomorrow and tell him that these were miraculous pills that could help him enter the realm of ancient martial artists.
After everything was ready, Xu Mu was about to go back to his room when he saw Ye Yu standing at the kitchen door.
"What's going on? It's so late. Why aren't you sleeping?"
"Sister - in - law, I need to talk to you about something," Ye Yu said, looking at Xu Mu seriously.
"Speak."
Xu Mu stuffed the plastic bag into his trouser pocket and walked out of the kitchen.
"Lu Xueyao likes you," Ye Yu said.
Ye Yu didn't want Ye Tong to know about this, so she could only try to find a solution from Xu Mu.
"She likes me? How do you know?"
Xu Mu frowned slightly.
"She told me herself. She said she doesn't care about my sister. As long as you agree, she can be your fifth or sixth wife," Ye Yu said, even she herself was a bit shocked by what she was saying.
Xu Mu remembered Lu Xueyao, who always talked about going to a hotel. It was normal for her to say such things.
"So what do you want me to do?" Xu Mu asked.
"I want you to talk to her clearly and make her stop pestering you," Ye Yu said, looking up at Xu Mu.
"Okay, I'll find time to talk to her," Xu Mu said with a smile as he patted Ye Yu on the head and then walked upstairs.
Of course, he wouldn't follow Ye Yu's advice and talk to Lu Xueyao.
The justice points that Lu Xueyao provided for him were no less than those from Ye Tong.
He was in the process of improving his strength. How could he give up a source of a large amount of justice points?
After entering the room, Xu Mu was about to go to sleep.
After he had finished all his preparations, Ye Tong suddenly grabbed his hand.
"My period just started," Ye Tong said.
Only then did Xu Mu realize what was going on.
Come to think of it, since he came to this world, he had been busy every day and had forgotten that women had their periods every month.
"It's okay. Go to sleep early," Xu Mu said, gently patting Ye Tong on the arm.
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Black words appeared above Ye Tong's head. There was a look of apology on her face. "You can take the pills."
"Pills?"
Only then did Xu Mu remember the pills he had prepared for his father. Ye Tong really thought they were for him.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable now?"
As an adult, Ye Tong had read relevant information.
She thought it was her fault for not telling Xu Mu in advance that her period was coming.
"Go to sleep. I haven't taken them," Xu Mu said, finding Ye Tong's nervousness a bit funny.
Ye Tong had a kind of cute and proper look.
Just as Xu Mu was about to close his eyes, his body suddenly stiffened.
Well, Ye Tong was getting more and more domineering.
...
Early the next morning, Xu Mu got up early.
Just as he stretched, his phone on the pillow rang.
He picked it up and saw that it was a call from his father, Xu Shou.
"Dad, what's up? Why are you calling me so early?"
Xu Mu rubbed his eyes and asked.
"Come to the company quickly," Xu Shou's voice came from the phone.

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