It was obvious that Zhou Xing's dearest person had passed away.
He was still a step late.
Even if you get the Sanxinmengyehua, it won't help.
"If...if I were an immortal, the bandits would not dare to attack Zhoujia Village, and Uncle Tie would not die."
Zhou Xing stood up.
After a good sleep, he felt full of energy and in better condition.
Twisting his waist and swaying his hips in a rather enchanting posture, Zhou Xing began to practice the Slimane Breathing Technique.
As expected, Slimane's breathing method is far, far more difficult to practice than Xilan's seventh set of breathing method. Zhou Xing either didn't coordinate well with his movements and breathing, or didn't coordinate well with his breathing and thoughts, or didn't coordinate well with his thoughts and movements. In short, he struggled for an hour, and the more he practiced, the more confused he became.
Zhou Xing was in a hurry. He only had three days. In three days, he didn't sleep for one and a half days. If this continues...
Lightning and sparks flew all the way home!
Just as I was in a hurry, the door was kicked open violently.
Yang Zhuan couldn't stand it anymore and scolded Zhou Xing: "How many days have you not eaten? I said you are such a bastard. You have such a beautiful girl following you and you don't want to feed anyone!" "
Zhou Xing felt wronged: "We came through the restricted area. The magnetic field in that place is weird and the negative atmosphere is deep. It's not like your military can equip special vehicles and come here to eat hot pot and sing songs."
Xiaobai's hands and feet were quick, and he estimated that the two people's appetites were about the same at this time, so he served a steaming pot of mandarin duck soup at the right time.
They also brought a variety of fresh beef, fish balls, vegetables, etc., and also put dishes, chopsticks and sauces on Yang Zhuan's plate with a wink.
Zhou Xing's eyes turned red, he clenched his fists, then took a deep breath, and his eyes calmed down again.
In the past thirteen years, the village has not been peaceful, and he often sees people close to him die.
"Xiao Xing, don't be sad. Living well is the greatest respect for Uncle Tie."
Playmate Zhou Hu put his hand on Zhou Xing's shoulder and comforted him.
"Yes." Zhou Xing did not turn his head, but nodded slightly.
"Why."
Zhou Hu wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. He thought for a long time before he said something calmly.
Zhou Xing was furious. He was about to get angry and roar when he saw a familiar face with red beard.
Lieutenant Colonel He Hui said with a dark face: "I heard that you slept for sixteen hours. It's good to be young and be able to sleep!"
Zhou Xing immediately put a smile on his face: "I memorized a whole book yesterday. I was so tired that I accidentally slept a little longer."
Lieutenant Colonel He Hui pulled out a high-voltage electric whip: "Do you think I can accept this reason?"
Zhou Xing shuddered, and he immediately said: "Stop! I confess, I confess. In fact, I am a very special person, I have a very magical... supernatural power. When needed, I can transform into Another person. That person is particularly calm and powerful. But this kind of transformation is very energy-consuming. I can only persist for a short while, and then I will fall into an uncontrollable drowsiness. That kind of transformation is very energy-consuming. I can't control myself in this state, really."
Facing this steaming hot pot, Yang Zhuan also had a little appetite.
In the cold and freezing weather in the north, if you stand outside for an hour or two, you will feel that your whole body is numb, and your hands and feet are no longer yours.
At this time, if you can have a steaming hot pot meal and enjoy the steam and spicy taste of the big fish and meat in your mouth, you will be as happy as a god.
"Let's eat?" Zhou Xing, as the nominal host, began to give orders with great pride.
Without any hesitation, the three of them picked up a thick slice of beef and brought it to the pot. Among them, Lu Yun and Yang Zhuo did not hesitate to put their chopsticks into the bottom of the red soup pot.
"Xiao Xing, all of Uncle Tie's savings are kept in the blacksmith shop. According to Uncle Tie's last words, he will be buried abbreviated, just to leave some more savings for you."
After saying that, Zhou Hu left, intending to leave Zhou Xing alone.
As the sun completely sets, the last ray of light between heaven and earth is swallowed up by darkness, and night sweeps across the entire world like a scourge.
Zhou Xing didn't speak, just knelt quietly in front of the coffin.
This kneeling lasted for three full hours. This was a repayment for Uncle Tie's kindness in raising him.
"Uncle, you know, I regret it very much. I regret that I hid my strength and hid, which led to you being seriously injured."
Magical power, this is a smokescreen prepared by Zhou Xing for his own golden finger.
Zhou Xing couldn't explain the existence of Zhinao.
The Red Star Change caused the world's technological level to decline significantly. Let alone Zhinao, Zhou Xing has never even seen a computer.
But under the stimulation of spiritual energy, a very small number of people in this world are born with some unique talent.
This talent is called magical power.
Innate supernatural powers!
For example, Holy God Battle.
Zhan Tian possesses an absolutely invincible magical power: Breaking the Sky!
And among the three of them, a "shameful" traitor appeared, the heretic in the red soup pot - Zhou Xing. He put his chopsticks into the clear soup pot and started to rinse it.
Lu Yun and Yang Zhuo are both experts at eating spicy food. Zhou Xing believes that this is closely related to their birthplace. Lu Yun was born in Fenghuang, the divine capital of the southern continent.
There is the sacred temple of the Flame cultivators. There are hundreds of schools of Flame cultivators in the Divine City, and many world-famous Flame cultivators are from the Divine City.
And the city of God is located on a large volcano that stretches thousands of miles.
The people of the ethnic group who have lived there for generations are born with extraordinary talents in the use of fire.
"Originally, my strength was enough to contain five or six bandits, so we wouldn't have to fight so miserably."
"I am too cowardly. I am afraid that I will be regarded as a heretic and be suspected if I stand out, because I have always hidden my strength in the past."
"At that time, I naively thought that this time it would be like usual and you would be fine, but I was wrong."
"It was my fault that led to this result. I couldn't forgive myself, so I risked my life to go to Shiwanda Mountain to find life-saving medicine."
"I thought there was nothing wrong with hiding my strength secretly. I could protect everyone secretly, but I was wrong. Big mistake. It would only result in me not being qualified to go to the battlefield."
With one sword that breaks the sky, one level can cut down seven levels!
Compared with Potian, Zhou Xing's "transformation" magical power does not seem to be unacceptable.
After hearing this explanation, Lieutenant Colonel He Hui was silent for a long time.
"Yesterday I went to Nansha Street and asked your neighbors. Everyone said you were honest, dull, like a piece of wood. This is completely different from the Zhou Xing I saw. I had already suspected it, and it turned out that it was true. !”
He sighed: "Mystical powers! Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer of them. There are only a few people left. Boy, your luck is really good. So good..."
Using associative thinking, they can easily control even ferocious flames, let alone little peppers.
And Yang Zhuan was a rough guy who worked hard in the frontier army. He smoked, drank, permed his hair and did anything.
Of course, Xiaoxiao Chili is a piece of cake. When he was breaking camp, he had the horrible habit of chewing raw Chili Peppers as a snack.
Among the three, Zhou Xing grew up in Baiyu Jingzhong, and the food there was lighter, so naturally he couldn't tolerate such spiciness.
As a person who grew up playing, Lu Yun knew Zhou Xing's habits very well, so she specially ordered mandarin duck pot for him.
"I will inherit your blacksmith shop."
At some point, Zhou Xing had arrived in front of Uncle Tie's coffin.
With a sentimental look on his face, he gently touched the coffin body with his hand, and a tear quietly dropped from the corner of his eye.
The evening breeze gently blew the wind chimes on the eaves, making a tinkling sound, like a spiritual voice mourning. Zhou Xing's adoptive father, Zhou Tie, died of illness in Zhoujia Village.
He gritted his teeth and said, "I really want to shoot you."
Zhou Xingshan smiled and said, "I told you before that I was not the one who shot you."
Lieutenant Colonel He Hui took a deep breath and finally accepted the fact. He said coldly: "But is there a difference? I only look at the result. The result is that the gun is in your hand and you pulled the trigger."
Zhou Xing had nothing to say about this.
Lieutenant Colonel He Hui raised the high-voltage electric whip in his hand: "Stop talking nonsense, how are you practicing your breathing technique?"
Seeing this scene, Zhou Xing knew that Yang Zhuo was starting again, and he smacked his mouth as expected.
He opened his mouth and said with a smile: "Boy, you can't do it. After so many years, you still haven't learned to eat spicy food... I remember when I was in the team that broke the camp, you were the only one who couldn't eat spicy food. Every time I turned on the small stove, you were the only one who could eat spicy food." I eat hot pot with water, and I was laughed at by the veterans several times because of this."
Mentioning the past, Zhou Xing had mixed feelings for a while.
As a special organization of the Flowing Fire Army, the broken camp has always been responsible for special operations tasks such as forward reconnaissance, operations behind enemy lines, and battlefield vanguard. It is the scalpel that allows the Flowing Fire Army to carry out aggressive operations like fire.
Once an enemy is encountered, this special force will attack quickly and use surgical methods to cut open the enemy's skin, and then frontal armed forces such as the Tiger and Leopard Regiment will penetrate deeply.
Three days have passed since Uncle Tie was buried.
period.
Zhou Xing learned the name of the force that originally fought against Uncle Tie.
It seems to be called the Thirty-Six Wind Chasing Thieves.
Zhou Xing remembered secretly.
I will find an opportunity to take revenge in the future.
And there is.
He went to the ancestral hall in the center of the village and prayed for condolences and blessings for the deceased in front of the shrine.
In this world, shrines are set up in everything from villages to palaces.
Because there is a natural disaster in this world called wind evil.
Wind evil will blow evil winds, eroding the spiritual power of all things, and there is even a small chance that evil spirits will appear and harm living creatures.
Zhou Xing cursed in his heart: "I am now a supernatural power user! You may not be able to find another supernatural power user in Hade City. He knows that I am, and yet he dares to treat me like this. This person is really rude and ignorant!"
But the situation was stronger than the people, Zhou Xing could only say cautiously: "It's not very good, I think it's still a little short of heat, not much, just a little bit."
Lieutenant Colonel Hui struck the floor with his whip.
Lightning and sparks all the way.
"Now, is the heat enough?"
Zhou Xing...
I really want to yell.
no solution anymore……
"Brainless."
"Hello master, your brain is at your service!"
Use this scalpel from the outside to the inside, penetrate into the enemy's lungs and even the heart, completely annihilating the enemy.
However, as a scalpel, it is also the most fragile object. When it was first created, it was created to be able to cut through skin easily.
Once the edge of a scalpel becomes dull, it is discarded and replaced with another one.
The same is true for the Broken Camp. Every member of the Broken Camp was strictly informed at the beginning of joining that he would face death threats and be prepared to die at any time.
In other words, in the so-called breaking camp, everyone is a dead soldier. You need to use your life as a blade to break through the enemy's armor. You are like a candle in the wind, which will be extinguished at any time.
But even so, in the hundreds of years since Liuhuo built his army, the number of people breaking the camp has continued to increase.
but.
Mr. Zhou is so old that he has experienced hundreds of wind evil spirits and has never seen an evil spirit.
Wind evil will appear once every month at the end of the month.
The function of the shrine is to guard and gather spirits and resist wind evil.
Fortunately, wind evil generally does not target plants, but only animals and humanoid creatures. Otherwise, this world would have been completely barren.
Speaking of wind evil.
This month is coming to the end, and the wind evil will come soon.
"Xiao Xing, can you help me forge a good spear? Should I pay with silver or Xumi stones?"
“Practice Sriman Breathing Technique.”
"Received, execute the order immediately!"
Lieutenant Colonel He Hui stared at Zhou Xing.
Be prepared to be picky.
Lieutenant Colonel He Hui thought about it, how long did it take him to learn the Slimane breathing technique?
Two whole months.
How long did it take to awaken?
A full six months.
In this way, among the entire class of students, I was considered outstanding.
The genius Lei Dadi, whom everyone marveled at and envied, actually memorized the breathing method, not in two minutes, but in two days. It actually took him not two days to truly awaken, but a month!
First, the sky-high pension. The family members of every member who died in the mission to break the camp can receive an astonishing amount of compensation, which is enough to allow them to live and work in peace and contentment in the most prosperous and glorious imperial capital, and live a peaceful and happy life.
Secondly, the promotion speed is extremely fast. Anyone in the broken camp who completes a frontier battle with the undead can be promoted to an elite battle group in the army, and at the same time, the military rank will be promoted by one level. The span is unimaginable.
This gives many people with no political background great hope for advancement.
But hope and despair always depend on each other. Hope is like a fire in the long night, illuminating a little light in the darkness, but despair is like endless darkness, raging in the long night.
He remembered the voice, appearance, and appearance of every member of his team.
I also remember the funny scene where I was laughed at when I dipped myself in water to eat hot pot while turning on the small stove.
I even remember every little thing about their time in the team, as well as their names that have gone far away.
Uncle Zhou opened his voice and entered the blacksmith shop carelessly.
A pair of tiger eyes looked at Zhou Xing.
Zhou Xing, who was forging weapons, immediately stood up and greeted him.
With a smile on his face, he said: "Okay, Uncle Zhou, use the Sumeru Stone. I'm not short of silver."
"Okay!" Uncle Zhou responded cheerfully and complained at the same time:
"I really don't know what you want this thing for. If it were a 100% pure Sumeru stone, it would be worth enough to buy our entire town, but this kind of Sumeru stone has not been available for more than ten years.
Even the 90% pure Sumeru stone I gave you is worthless because it contains impurities and the immortals don’t want it. "
Zhou Xing smiled and said nothing.
After all, his golden finger can increase the purity of Sumeru Stone to 100%.
The shock caused at that time not only caused a sensation in Hade City, but its reputation even spread as far as the imperial capital!
Even the genius Thunder Emperor took a month to awaken and three days to awaken. How is this possible?
Lieutenant Colonel He Hui knew that he was making things difficult for Zhou Xing.
(End of chapter)
