Dean, who was immersed in cultivation, experienced a very special feeling.

【Jiujutsu】

The annotation in the system has undoubtedly stated that the limit of a level has been reached, and at this moment Dean has 'restarted' his cultivation, but when Dean chooses the traditional cultivation method, it does not mean that the system does not exist.

In fact, the system not only exists, but it also gives Dean quite a 'distraction'.

Dean has a level about [Jiujutsu] in his mind, and all of them are not zài, and any qiē is achieved overnight.

It's like it just came naturally.

However, the process of 'traditional' cultivation is still alive.

Even, gave Dean some very special realizations.

With a more detailed 'perception', he felt a qiē.

This is something that the system is far from giving.

After increasing the level of the secret art and secret transmission with the XP value, you can get the corresponding attributes and special effects, but this acquisition is very direct indoctrination.

Although in the eyes of most people there is no difference from learning and getting it later.

Even, it is faster and more convenient.

However, there are subtle differences in some subtle places.

∴ because, the system determines a qiē with an xp value, and there is no 'process'!

And Dean is feeling this 'process' at the moment, and it is naturally peculiar to perceive this 'process' after the results have been obtained.

When the first rays of the sun appeared on the horizon, bringing light to the earth, Dean stopped the 'traditional' cultivation process.

He exhaled slightly, smiling.

Such a smile naturally indicates a smooth understanding of the 'traditional' cultivation.

In fact. Among them, the cheng dù of Shun lì. Far beyond Dean's imagination.

Less than a night's work. [Jiujutsu] was completely 'cultivated' by him, which was naturally very smooth for Dean, who had set a five-day time.

And some of these unexpected gains were even more pleasantly surprised by Dean.

At this moment, when he used [Jiujutsu] again, he could clearly feel the flexibility in it, far from being dull before.

The benefits are self-evident.

"Know what it is, know why it is...... Fortunately, it was not too late to wake up! ”

Dean summed up his mistake in a quote from his hometown.

Or. More precisely...... Blunder.

He relied so much on the 'system' that he forgot some of its essence.

Even if these essences seem to most people to have no practical effect - this is not the so-called pursuit of differences, but the perception of differences.

Rather, it is a kind of immaturity of the mind, or too much pride.

At least, that's what Dean thinks of himself - no more than the 'outside' of the previous life. Dew', but after 'introverted', it still needs to be vigilant.

"I wouldn't mind how many 'tools' I have, because. I have my own goals, but. I can't use the 'tool' as the only thing I can accomplish my goal! ”

Dean muttered softly.

"Young Master, what are you talking about?"

Harlem asked.

"Nothing, just some impressions - Sidru, after breakfast, can you prepare me some paper and pen?"

Dean waved his hand, and then, asked.

"Of course, young master!"

Haring bowed and replied in the affirmative.

In the wilderness, after a simple breakfast, Dean and his party set off again.

Just as Haring had promised, after Dean boarded the carriage, he was given several pieces of parchment treated with special drugs and a charcoal pen that wizards often used.

The parchment appears white and smooth because it has been treated with medicine.

The charcoal pen was also sharpened off at one end.

And in the carriage, which was still relatively stable, Dean took a charcoal pen and depicted in detail-

Some of the scenes he saw in the illusion.

Most importantly, Dean focused on the final scene: the King of Conquest standing in place, while a flaming dragon rises into the sky.

Dean has some drawing skills, and although he is not very skilled, he has no problem depicting some basic objects.

Especially, something that impresses even more.

A day's journey was spent in Dean's paintings.

In the evening, once again 'carefully' taught the restored Richard. Vaubana.

Then there is the traditional way of 'cultivating' various secret techniques and secret traditions.

That's pretty much how Dean spent the next three weeks, without exception.

It's like a clockwork that has been wound up, repeatedly, with incredible accuracy.

It wasn't until Harlem reminded Dean again that Dean found that he was less than two days away from Horn Town, and that all the secret techniques and secret traditions he knew had been cultivated in a 'traditional' way, and he had already begun to practice for the second time, and those parchments were full of many patterns.

And Richard in front of him. Vauban has also made substantial progress.

At least, the actual combat experience is a lot richer.

"Richard, we rest today, tomorrow is your test, you need to be ready!"

Dean looked at the son of the Marquis who was ready in front of him, and couldn't help but wave his hand.

"Rest today?"

Richard. Vauban was stunned.

"Rest is also the most important part of cultivation!"

Dean said this, and then, looking straight down, looked at the sketch in his hand again by the firelight.

Most of the drawings depict Dean's most impressive scene.

And from the slight similarity at the beginning, to the lifelike afterward, it shows that Dean is very attentive, or rather...... Completely intoxicated.

It's like he's in the right place.

Richard on the side. Vauban wanted to say something, but was stopped by Harlem.

"It's rare for the young master to be in such a state! Please don't bother! ”

Haring said in his capacity as the steward of the Zergaon family.

"Such a state?"

Richard. Vauban was somewhat incomprehensible.

"Well, a state of self-awareness!"

Harlem explained in a wizard's voice, albeit speciously. But Richard. Vauban accepted this explanation very lightly. and observed Dean with a look of concentration.

Obviously. The son of the marquis misunderstood something.

However, Haring didn't explain anything, he just didn't want Dean, who was obviously thinking about things, to be disturbed.

As for the rest?

Haring shrugged his shoulders and walked to the side of the campfire.

He's also in charge of dinner.

……

"What are you trying to convey to me?"

Looking at his paintings, Dean's mind kept reminding him of what had happened.

Dean had already affirmed that the King of Conquest was definitely not just practicing the [Dragon Sword Technique], starting with the surprise attack on him and ending with the final astonishment, it was all conveying something.

But. To Dean's frustration, the way the other party conveyed it was so special that he couldn't understand it at all.

Even if there was some speculation, it was quickly overturned by him.

Took a deep breath.

Dean's gaze was on the night sky.

In the night sky like a black curtain, the moon is bright and starry, and in the middle of summer, the insects around are chirping, mixed with the 'crackling' sound of firewood in the bonfire, a piece of peace.

Dean could hear it clearly. After dinner, the snoring of the guards who had rested.

Equally. He could hear the footsteps of the tiger and the Kerr patrolling.

On the other side, Miviel was flipping through a book by the light of the campfire.

And also by the campfire, but on the other side of the Richard. Vauban sat there thinking about something, looking like he was in a daze.

Farther away, Haring found Jerry, who was following the wolves.

The two of them carefully looked at the matter of traveling and arriving at Horn Town.

The surrounding qiē all seemed to be seen with his own eyes, and came to Dean's mind.

And the image of the dragon soaring in his mind, which had been entangled in his mind, was unconsciously drowned.

Like a dream, the 'snap' sound disappeared.

Dean came back to his senses, and with a light-hearted smile, he said that the sketch in his hand was carefully organized—since he couldn't figure it out, he didn't want to think about it for the time being.

A slightly stunned but not surprising decision that quickly brought Dean back to normal.

Of course, Dean wasn't giving up.

But when he knows that his ability is insufficient, he needs someone with enough wisdom to help him.

For example: Grand Duke Sword Chief, Chief Guard!

Or...... The Emerald Grand Duke himself!

Dean stood up and walked over to a stunned Richard. Vauban -

"I think you're in great shape right now!"

Dean said, then gestured to the clearing.

"It's not a ...... tomorrow"

Richard. Vauban said subconsciously, but Dean didn't pay attention to the other party's words at all, and walked straight towards the open space on the side.

And Richard. Vauban was slightly stunned, and immediately ran over happily.

For every sparring partner, he can't ask for it.

Because, he will have something new every day!

"This is your final test - it may make your way up to the Silver level, or it may disqualify you completely...... I can't guarantee anything, every qiē needs you to decide! ”

Dean said slowly.

"Come on!"

The son of the marquis, who seemed to have guessed something, said with a resolute face.

"Are you sure?"

Dean asked again.

"I have no way out! I knew very well that my potential was not very good, and that if it weren't for my father, it would be difficult for me to become a great knight, and now that I want to be a silver knight, even my father would not be able to help me - I wanted to fight, and when I sat by the campfire, I figured out: it's better to fight than to do nothing! ”

Richard. Vauban shouted.

"Then you prepare!"

Dean said.

"It's already ready!"

Richard. Vauban replied.

And in Richard. As soon as Vauban answered, Dean's breath changed in front of him, and the feeling of a knife blade made Richard. Vauban subconsciously closed his eyes.

Soon, though, Richard. Vauban reacted.

He forced himself to open his eyes.

In front of him, there was a sea of blood.

The second more ~

The kittens of the decadent family all opened their eyes and said~

All kinds of cute~

Go eat a spicy fragrant pot in the evening to celebrate~

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