“Sacrifice to the soul 6/15.
Cui Ying'er: Loyalty 70, 22 years old, life expectancy 60, no good character, beautiful appearance, perseverance, resourcefulness, nine styles of plum blossom thorns.
Huang Dagui: Loyalty 51, 41 years old, life expectancy 30, no character, cruel, rude, and random swordsmanship.
Bai Jianxi: Loyalty 52, 35 years old, life expectancy 35, no character, cunning nature, feminine, scheming, chaotic swordsmanship.
Han Qiniang: Loyalty 55, 18 years old, life expectancy 33, no character, handsome, stubborn, brainless, basic ring sword skills.
Han Jiulang: Loyalty 59, 17 years old, 20 years old, no good character, handsome, naive, impulsive, basic Yan Ling sword skills.
Little Yellow Dog: Loyalty 100, three months, life expectancy 15, not yet psychic, ignorant, timid, and dog-eating. "
Back in the room, the strange sense of fetters that appeared and disappeared in the six paths had already appeared. Xin Zhuo happily called out the Moon Watching Well, and with the faint light of the oil lamp, he found that the six sacrificial spirits in the well were already in place.
But...Xiao Huang?
Who the hell fed Xiao Huang to the stewed cabbage?
never mind!
The six sacrificial spirits in the well are listed one by one in terms of loyalty, martial arts, weapons, remaining lifespan, and personality.
Only the word "Wupin" is not easy to understand, but it is not difficult to guess that it should be the personal realm of this world.
Very good, just a few operations, loyalty has been attracted.
According to the rules of Mochizuki Well, if the loyalty, apology, and debt reaches half, the ability to seize the spirit sacrifice can be obtained.
Currently, with an ordinary body of five people and one dog, there don't seem to be many abilities available for sharing, but you can give it a try.
Xin Zhuo took a deep breath and stretched out his right hand.
grab!
Yuehua:9/100.
There were bursts of colorful ripples on the surface of the well, and the mist was steaming and changing. There were vaguely countless weapons, gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and strange shadows floating and sinking. Soon everything disappeared, and six whirlpools rolled up on the surface of the well:
[Strong character. 】
[Ruthless knife attack! 】
[Cunning chaotic sword! 】
[Basic knife skills! 】
【Ordinary handsome. 】
[The timid dog scratches. 】
this……
The abilities are there, but they are quite unknown, but what are they? Totally unattractive.
The vortex is still spinning, as if waiting for the well owner to make a final choice.
Xin Zhuo fell into deep thought.
These strange abilities should be the most outstanding qualities that the six spirit sacrificial thieves can currently seize. Presumably in the future, as their martial arts skills and personal realm improve, they will provide better abilities for themselves to absorb.
A choice must be made now, but if you absorb it all, you may become insane.
After thinking for a moment, he reached out his hand again.
Fusion!
Yuehua:0/100.
All the remaining 8 points of moonlight are used up.
The six vortexes on the well surface quickly formed into two:
[Resolute and handsome temperament? 】
[A rude and cunning dog-like whirlwind sword technique? 】
Two unknown abilities?
Although the name is weird, it seems to be interesting.
In fact, these two paths can be merged into one again.
Tough, handsome, rude, and cunning, do you possess the whirlwind swordsmanship with a dog-like temperament?
So scary!
It's a pity that the moonlight is empty, so I can only wait for the moon to replenish it.
In other words, it can no longer be fused, nor can it be discarded, it must be absorbed.
acceptable.
He reached into the whirlpool, and two streams of cold water quickly penetrated along his fingertips.
His body felt cold, and some subtle changes seemed to have taken place; a strange and tricky knife technique was imprinted in his mind as if it came naturally, as if he had practiced hard since he was a child and could use it at will.
"Well owner: Xin Zhuo.
Yuehua:0/100.
Realm: Ninth Grade!
Sacrifice to the spirit:6/15
Feedback: 6/50.
Fusion: 6/50.
Feeding: 0/30.
Skill: [Rough and cunning dog-like whirlwind sword technique]
Appearance: [Resolute and handsome temperament]"
Although the harvest is not very heaven-defying, it is commendable to be able to seize these abilities from five ordinary bandits and a native dog, upgrade from the mortal realm to the sub-ninth level, gain more sword skills, and become more handsome!
More importantly, in the future, as long as the sacrifice spirit works hard enough and the quality is high enough, I don't seem to have to endure the hardships to practice martial arts at all. I can just pick it up and there doesn't seem to be any bottleneck in upgrading.
The corners of Xin Zhuo's mouth couldn't help but curl up, and he fell into endless reverie.
…
In the early morning of the morning, the mountain fog filled the entire mountain. The first ray of golden sunshine made the dilapidated mountain village look more like a fairyland.
Xin Zhuo opened the door and saw Cui Ying'er, the second in charge, sitting on the stone slab beside the door.
Even the coarse linen could not hide her long straight legs and slender figure. At this time, her chin was dragged, her long black hair was spread around her sides, and her wild fox eyes were staring at the rising sun in the eastern sky in a daze.
Very beautiful picture.
She was the only one in the yard!
"Get up." Xin Zhuo stretched.
"Yes." Cui Ying'er raised her head and glanced at him casually, continued to hold her chin, and then looked at him again, a little surprised.
"Resolute and handsome temperament?" Xin Zhuo asked.
The water in the well was too dark to reflect clearly, and there were only two mirrors in the village, one for Cui Ying'er and one for Han Qiniang. The others didn't need it. Their dressing up was unbecoming of a male bandit.
Therefore, Xin Zhuo does not know what kind of temperament "resolute handsome temperament" is.
"..."
Cui Ying'er opened her red lips, as if she didn't know what to say, and finally rolled her eyes, "I don't understand what the headmaster said. The headmaster himself is a handsome man. He seems to be more handsome today. If he was born into a wealthy family, , I’m afraid he’s a handsome young man.”
"You're welcome!" Xin Zhuo sat down on the other side of the stone slab, "Has the Hungry Wolf Village attacked?"
"No, it must be that it's not time yet." Cui Ying'er's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and her face was a little more confident.
Xin Zhuo looked her up and down: "Well...how are you practicing?"
"The one I chose is the Eighteen-Series Mandarin Duck Sword. It contains mental skills and can be practiced to the sixth level. I started to get started last night. Thank you, the master."
When it comes to martial arts, Cui Ying'er's eyes are brighter and she is much more capable and capable.
Xin Zhuo didn't quite understand the art, and asked out of curiosity: "So your talent is good? How about the others? Can you practice to the sixth level? How are the levels specifically divided?"
"The martial arts realm is at the ninth and eighteenth level. Each level is divided into two levels. The ninth level is the lowest and the first level is the highest. My and Qiniang's talents are the best in the village, but compared with the geniuses of noble families in the place where martial arts flourished in the Central Plains, It's really not worth mentioning.
It is said that geniuses are born with ninth-grade bones. They hardly need to practice martial arts to reach ninth-grade. Once they practice mental skills, they can achieve success overnight and catch up with eighth-grade. "
Cui Ying'er's eyes dimmed again, "The abyss of martial arts can be explained clearly in a few sentences. The old master has been practicing martial arts for forty years, but he is only at the sixth level. However, at this sixth level, he dares to go to the Tiger Village alone. The 800 thieves and bandits suppressed me honestly, and even the fast arresting masters from Fucheng didn't dare to mess with me in Fulong Village.
The old master once said that warriors below the fifth rank are common, and it is not difficult for an average person to achieve it within a lifetime!
But masters of level 5 and above are extremely valuable! As for above, the third and fourth grade masters can run rampant! In the eighteen states of Great Zhou, thousands of miles away, there are only a handful of second-grade venerables! And the first grade, the one who breaks mountains and cracks rocks, is like a land god!
There are also all kinds of weird martial arts and supernatural powers in the world, such as water, road, air, concealment, poison, sound, death, puppets, etc. In the same realm, the difference between the strength of martial arts and magical powers is as high as heaven and earth. There are many people who can overcome the boundaries and win. yes! "
Xin Zhuo thought about it for a while. At this level of the ninth level, he should still be in the stage of starting a business and setting up a street stall and being chased by the urban management. He continued to ask: "Is there anyone above the first level? Are there gods in the world?"
Cui Ying'er thought for a while: "The old boss said that there are many thousand-year-old sects and villas in the world, such as terrifying Tianji Pavilion, Honghua Sect, Shenyin Sect and Dazhou Taiping Palace, and bad streets such as Shaolin and Wudang. These sects are all There are first and second grade experts in charge.
As for Chao Yipin, known as the Earth Immortal, it is just a legend and has never appeared in the world. I only heard that there was a father-in-law in the Great Zhou Palace who was already a super-class man and would not take action easily.
Three years ago, Longzhou Jiedushi attacked the capital. The father-in-law repelled 30,000 cavalry with one strike and killed Jiedushi Song Chengwei in front of the city gate. He is the immortal backer of the Zhou royal family, and the realm above... It’s not clear! "
enough! Repel thirty thousand cavalry with one palm? I don’t know if the old grandfather heard it or if it is true. This kind of explosive extraordinary power is really exciting.
It's hard not to make your mouth thirsty and your heart yearn for it.
Cui Ying'er patted her head: "I almost forgot the purpose of coming to see the master. Our well is gone. You are very knowledgeable. Do you know what is going on? Is it haunted?"
"I know about this." Xin Zhuo nodded and said nonsensically, "There are no ghosts in the world. This old well is very old. Maybe the psychic has escaped. It's nothing strange."
Cui Ying'er's face was full of suspicion, as if she was pondering the credibility of the well's psychic ability, and then gave up. People would not be able to survive. There is no need to go into the incomprehensible matter of the well disappearing.
The sun has risen and the fog has dispersed a lot.
The two of them watched the morning scenery in the mountains in silence.
"Have you eaten?" Xin Zhuo was so hungry that his heart was pressed against his back.
"Gululu..."
Cui Ying'er rubbed her belly gently, with a cold expression on her face, "I finished eating the cabbage yesterday, where is there leftover food?"
"Squeak..."
"Gululu..."
The rest of the bandits happened to walk out of the room with their stomachs in their hands, and their faces looked a little more disgusting.
"Damn you yo-yo, if you can't get hungry with cabbage, let's attack the capital, chop off the emperor's bird's head, and eat the emperor's bird feast!"
Huang Dagui, the third leader, raised his beard and his one eye flashed with arrogance. The "Tiger Form" secret book he practiced last night gave him great confidence. With his already rude temper, he couldn't help but feel complacent and talk nonsense. .
Xin Zhuo automatically ignored his unreliable suggestion and asked: "If you can't go down the mountain to rob, where can you find something to eat? What about hunting, fishing, and picking wild fruits? If you rely on mountains and water to eat, you will not starve to death." "
"Master, you kid... you haven't lost your soul, are you? You're just pretending to be confused because you understand."
The fourth head of the household, Bai Jianxian, said with an annoying smile: "Those nuns in Shuiyue Temple were afraid that we would kill animals, so they used secret insect repellent powder to drive the wild animals two hundred miles away. The insect repellent powder will not disperse when exposed to water. Fire cannot tolerate it, and no mountain beast will come back for at least three months.
The disciples of Qiugong Pavilion persuaded us to do good, and the old master thought they were farting. As a result, the disciples picked all the wild fruits nearby, and all the fish in the fish pond at the foot of the mountain were poisoned to death by them. No one understands them better than me. Disgusting! "
"Son of a bitch, attack the capital and chop off the emperor's head..."
Huang Dagui, the third head of the family, resisted the sword and cursed indiscriminately.
Okay, for the thieves of Fulong Village who are collectively unemployed, filling their stomachs has become the first problem.
