"Ahh

But, Changtianjun, you're still so aesthetically incompetent......

Changtian glared at her dissatisfied, then reached out and snapped his fingers.

The scarecrow on the ground trembled slightly and raised both forearms. Ning Xiaoxian could clearly see that on the two branches that served as forearms, five branches had grown from each - these were its hands.

Then the scarecrow stood up with his hands on the ground, and took two branches from his body to break them short, and held them in his hands.

This scarecrow has come to life! Peat, in the middle of the night, is this going to let her experience ghost movies?

"From now on, it's your sparring partner. "The kettle on the black table is boiling. Changtian leisurely brewed tea, "Whenever the whistle makes any moves outside, I will let this scarecrow repeat it." Strike while the iron is hot, and after you finish practicing every night, you have to come here to practice again. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the scarecrow raised his hands, held the branch that served as a "dagger" behind his back, clinged to his forearm, and stood at his feet. Although it is just a scarecrow, it looks like an arrow that is about to leave the string, and it is not yet fired! This posture is indeed the starting style of the whistle just now!

God, this demon in our family has only watched it once, and he can actually remember every style of the whistle, and let this scarecrow use it against her again!

She only sighed in her heart, but she didn't know that if this situation fell into the eyes of the other monks, she was afraid that she would be frightened out of her soul. The so-called "one thought for life, one thought for death". Changtian can directly turn this scarecrow back to life, which is beyond the scope of "creation". Breaking into the realm of "doing whatever you want" points to the secret of the "living soul" that all living beings diligently seek.

But. He only used this earth-shattering ability to resurrect a scarecrow and use it as a sparring partner for Ning Xiaoxian. And this girl is trying to passively slack off due to the fatigue of training at night.

Fifty breaths later, as soon as she didn't pay attention, the "dagger" in the hand of the scarecrow slashed to her shoulder. She gritted her teeth, it hurt so much, I'm afraid there will be a red mark on her shoulder!

"You're just outside, and you're hit by the whistle. He turned over the dagger and hit you with the handle of the knife, why can't you learn to be good now?" The voice was a little cold and dissatisfied.

She pursed her lips aggrievedly: "I haven't fully understood it yet." You're so ruthless, it hurts so much!" I couldn't help but be coquettish in front of him, it was a completely subconscious reaction, and it had nothing to do with her own will, well, yes, that's it!

He deliberately ignored the throbbing in his heart, and said lightly: "If you apply gold sore medicine, you won't even be able to leave a mark tomorrow morning." Now, let's do it again!"

In fact, he also admitted. I obviously like her in my heart, but for some reason, I am willing to watch her suffer a little, and even look at her smooth and bright face. I wanted to take a hard bite, and then I felt the evil anger in my heart.

In other words, little boys in kindergarten and elementary school. They all like to bully their beloved little girls, and it's best to bully each other until they cry bitterly. From this point of view. The way the terrifying beast adult and the kindergarten boy express their feelings are basically at the same level......

Until her hands were so sore that she couldn't hold the dagger. The long genius announced that today's homework was over. The tireless scarecrow walked to the corner and sat down, and then stopped moving.

Ning Xiaoxian gasped for breath, and slowly lay on his back on the black stone floor without hesitation, using the cold stone slab to relax himself, anyway, she was so familiar with Changtian, he would definitely not mind her being so unkempt.

Changtian only glanced at her and looked away - there was no way, the beads of sweat she were drenching all over her clothes, and she was clinging to her body at the moment. She gasped so quickly, and it seemed that the peaks and peaks were like gathering, and the valleys were secluded, which was really thrilling and beautiful.

She waited for her breath to calm down a bit, and then asked, "Where did you get this straw?" and followed the caravan through swamps, dirt slopes, and forests, but she had never seen a rice field.

"You have a bad memory. He didn't raise his head, "You only planted Yunxiang rice once yesterday, and you forgot about it all?"

"Ugh. "It seems that there is such a thing, but the training schedule is full in the past two days, and things outside are the same one after another, where will she remember such a small thing?

"I snatched some straw from the mouth of the sip and pierced the straw man. Then he remembered, "You have consumed most of the spiritual power of Xiyang, except for a little Yunxiang rice, all of them have been planted into ginseng, He Shou Wu and Ganoderma lucidum, why is this?"

The spiritual power contained in the soil was limited, and she basically used up after planting Yunxiang rice and dozens of valuable medicinal herbs once. They can't grow other crops until they catch new monsters to replenish them. Although there is nothing worth one in her hand now, when will she be able to regain her spiritual power if she continues to waste it like this?

"Hey, hey, I have my own plan for this!" When Changtian looked up at her, Ning Xiaoxian smiled proudly, "I can't sue you yet." Wait and see the surprise! I promise not to lose!"Oh, who wouldn't sell it, this feels really good!

Changtian's light golden eyes darkened slightly, and she squinted, making her feel a sense of danger. As a result, he "snorted" and stopped asking.

She had better know what she was doing, or she would have to remind her that she would be punished for doing something wrong. Thinking of the word "punishment", his heart was slightly hot, and then he silently despised himself and buried himself in reading.

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Eight days flew by.

These days, the caravan has not encountered strange things again, and it has returned to calm. It's just that everyone knows in their hearts that this tranquility is just a harbinger before the storm.

As the name suggests, Iwaki Castle was built on a mountain, so the final journey is actually to go up the mountain.

The closer you get to Rock Castle, the more caravans you will encounter. In the last two days, at least seven or eight caravans were mixed on the official road at the same time, and it was not lively. It's a pity that more and more caravans are carrying sick numbers, and everyone looks heavy, and it is obvious that there have been great losses along the way. According to the men's inquiry, some caravans had two or three hundred people when they set out, but when they arrived here, there were only about a hundred left.

Ning Xiaoxian also saw Deng Hao sighing non-stop. Later, I learned that one of the caravans he had made up had not shown up from beginning to end. This caravan has never been absent from the grand events of Rock City, and there is only one possibility for its disappearance - like the caravan of the Gyeongju branch of the Wolf Merchant Company, it has been completely wiped out. But how many people can do this business well? He was depressed for two days, and his mood was a little soothed.

As soon as there were many people, they naturally felt that the mountains and wilderness were not so dangerous, especially after the outline of Iwaki in the distance began to come into view, and everyone's lips began to smile.

The last night of camping in the wilderness is also the last day of kung fu teaching by the whistle. Ning Xiaoxian's rapid progress made him feel very satisfied, but unfortunately this man hadn't laughed for too long, and he couldn't be cheeky at the moment.

"I have nothing more to teach you. The whistle said in his usual low voice, "You've learned everything you should learn." He paused, "The only thing I can teach you is skill." The true meaning of the art of fighting for life can only be understood by walking on the edge of life and death, I can't teach you, only rely on you to comprehend it yourself. ”

He turned and took two steps, as if suddenly remembered, "You have learned well." He gave him an awkward compliment, and then continued his steps, but this time he did not stop there, and walked back to the camp, where he was gone.

Since then, the two have nothing to do with each other.

Ning Xiaoxian sighed, a slight sour feeling in his eyes. Although Whistle and her are not masters and apprentices, they have the reality of masters and apprentices, and they are also conscientious and spare no effort to teach her. Her sixth sense told her that the whistle was not such a heartless person. It's just that this man seems to be burdened with a lot of burdens and doesn't want to interact with people.

In fact, she is a genius who practices martial arts, but after learning in the woodland every night, she has to be fed by the scarecrow of Changtian.

Changtian was strict and careful, she didn't have the essentials to understand, so he commanded the scarecrow to do it again and again, and even broke down the movements to her and let her study and figure it out. If the whistle passed on the experience, Changtian helped her consolidate the foundation. With him so helping, how could her progress not be happy?

However, in the past few days, his face has become worse and worse, even the color of his thin lips has faded a little, and his body seems to be weaker.

What did he do while she wasn't looking? Well, maybe there was an ambiguity, but the truth is—

Ning Xiaoxian once asked him how many years he would be able to stay in prison if she didn't help him untie him? The answer was an astonishing five hundred years. Five hundred years later, she has turned to ashes, but he is still alive, which shows the longevity of the vitality of the divine beast. At that time, she felt that she did not need to worry about him at all.

But now it seems that his vitality is rapidly overdrawn, at least there is a problem with his divine power. Could it be that these days of frantic practice had consumed too much of his divine power? After all, directing the scarecrow was an extremely delicate job in retrospect. One day, Mr. Yan "accidentally" told her that the ancient true immortals could indeed make dead things have life, such as the guardian of the Gongwei Cave Mansion, but it would take a long, long time.

Otherwise, with the supernatural power incarnated outside the body of Changtian, why would the complexion get worse and worse?

After Liu finished dinner, she flashed into the Divine Demon Prison again. She looked at Changtian worriedly, but he handed over something.

In fact, it was a pair of things, a pair of things that she had been thinking about for a long time, but she had never been able to get her hands on.

A pair of daggers. (To be continued......)