There was a bean soldier with a spear, and the spear thrust out. The little girl sheathed her sword and narrowly blocked it.
Outside, Mingyue Tong took out a soft cushion and tea set from nowhere, and started making tea over a fire. He looked very leisurely.
"Third Senior Brother," the little girl couldn't help shouting.
Mingyuetong added a small piece of charcoal to the stove for boiling water. Hearing his junior brother's cry, he responded lightly: "I'm here."
"They are cooperating!" Little Milk Bag accused while dodging the attack.
"So?" Mingyuetong asked puzzledly.
Little milk bag:......
She didn't expect this answer, and her dodge movements were slightly stagnant.
"Whoosh!"
The sound of breaking through the air brought the little milk bag's drifting thoughts back to reality.
When she saw the long sword close at hand, her pupils shrank slightly, and she quickly ducked down to hide. She saw the two bean soldiers rushing towards her from behind. They put their hands on the ground and exerted their strength on their abdomens. They did a neat backflip and kicked them with both feet. It hit the chests of the two bean soldiers.
"Wow!"
The two bean soldiers turned into powder.
The little girl panted and wanted to continue attacking, but the shield-wielding bean soldier blocked her attack again.
"They are fighting in groups, it's not fair," Xiao Naibao shouted to Mingyuetong while dodging.
Mingyuetong: "I'm already fighting with you, how can I talk about fairness?"
Xiao Nai Bao: Okay, that seems to make sense.
"And this isn't a group fight, you're challenging a group of them alone," Mingyuetong said.
Little milk bag: crooked, crooked.
The mountain spring was boiling, and Mingyue Tong added tea leaves to the teacup. The boiling water washed the tea leaves, and the curled tea leaves quickly unfolded.
"boom!"
The little girl bent her calves slightly, jumped up lightly, stepped on the bean soldier's shield, and used the force to jump higher.
She dodged the bean soldier's shield and slashed at the long sword bean soldier behind her.
There are many people on the other side, and the lethality of indiscriminate slashing at this time is also very high.
The battlefield over Xiao Naibao was in chaos.
The tea in front of Mingyuetong exuded a faint fragrance. She took a sip, looked up at the winter night sky, and murmured to herself: "I should have brought snacks."
Good tea must be paired with some refreshments to taste good.
The sky in the east is gray, which is a sign of dawn.
"brush!"
Xiao Naibao took off the last bean soldier with a sword, and she gasped for air.
Now she is in a very embarrassed state, her hair is messy, her fleshy face has a few scars, her clothes have become tattered, and her hands and feet have many injuries.
Her legs were slightly bent, and she held her knees with her hands to breathe. Sweat blurred her vision. She lowered her head and looked at the messy ground.
Soon, a pair of black shoes appeared in her sight.
The little girl raised her head with difficulty and met Mingyue Tong's smiling eyes: "Well done."
She handed Xiao Naibao a glass of warm water, and Xiao Naibao took it from Gulu and drank it all in one gulp.
The little girl handed the cup back, rolled her eyes, and was about to speak when she heard Ming Yuetong say: "Let's continue."
Little Milk Bun:? ? !
continue?
Mingyuetong looked at the eastern sky that was starting to turn white and said, "It's dawn, we have to hurry up."
Little milk bag:......
If Xiao Naibao feels lucky, the next step of practice is to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
She adjusted her breathing, sat cross-legged on the mountain, and felt the flow of spiritual energy from heaven and earth.
After meditating, Xiao Naibao felt refreshed.
Mingyuetong and her returned to Guanli to have breakfast.
Wu Xin wore an apron and brought out the cooked porridge from the kitchen.
Then he saw the miserable-looking little milk bag, and he said:...
His eyes fell on the wound of Xiao Naibao, and he sighed inwardly: The third child can really be cruel, he must learn to be as hard-hearted as her.
During breakfast.
Little Naibao gulped down porridge and ate steamed buns, which were very delicious.
Qingwei looked at the little disciple who looked like a hungry ghost reincarnated, and then at Mingyue Tong who was drinking porridge slowly. He hesitated to speak.
After a while, Qingwei said: "Wuchen, there is something I don't know whether I should say or not."
Mingyuetong: "Then don't say anything."
Qingwei:......
Mingyuetong said: "You said you don't know whether you should say it or not. Then there must be something wrong with what you said, so it's better not to say it."
Qingwei disagreed, and he said: "Today is only the first day, are you a little harsh?"
He said it anyway.
Mingyuetong put down the bowl in his hand, turned around and asked Xiao Naibao: "Junior brother, what do you think?"
Xiao Naibao swallowed the meat bun in her mouth, "I think it's okay."
Although the first training session was very tiring, after the fight and then meditating, her energy recovered a lot, and she felt that she could still fight one more time.
Qingwei:......
After breakfast, Mingyuetong packed up the dishes and washed them, while the little girl wiped the table with a rag.
Qingwei sneaked into the kitchen while Xiao Naibao was not paying attention.
Mingyuetong was washing dishes and pots: "Master, what do you want to say?"
Qingwei stroked his beard: "As the saying goes, hit someone without hitting someone in the face. Look at your junior brother's face."
If your face is like this, the injuries to your body must be more serious. Please be gentle.
Mingyuetong thought about it and said, "Then tomorrow I will ask Dou Bing not to slap him in the face."
Qingwei:......
Outside.
Wu Xin moved closer to Xiao Nai Bao and said, "Junior brother, does it hurt?"
"It's okay, it's not serious." Xiao Naibao rolled her eyes and told him that the weather was too cold and the wound was painful at first, but now she has no feeling at all.
Wu Xin: "...still giggling, it's serious if you don't realize it, okay?"
He took out a rag, helped Xiao Naibao clean the dining table, and took her to apply medicine.
The cold ointment was applied to the wound, and the little milk bag's body trembled, a little painful.
"Does it hurt? You have to hide as much as possible tomorrow," Wu Xin said, "Don't just stay there and get beaten."
"I hid, but there were too many bean soldiers. I could hide from one, but I couldn't hide from two," said the little girl.
Even if I don't think about it, it's the same.
The little girl asked him: "Second Senior Brother, did you quit because you couldn't defeat the Bean Soldiers and were beaten up by the Bean Soldiers?"
Wuxin shook his head: "No, those bean soldiers didn't even touch the corners of my clothes. I just felt that I got up too early and was too tired, so I stopped doing it."
The little girl was full of doubts and didn't believe what he said.
Unintentionally and didn't care.
After applying the medicine, Mingyuetong also washed the dishes and cleaned the pots.
She continued to practice with her little milk bag.
"Golden light spell?" The little girl stood in the yard and was stunned when she heard Mingyuetong's words.
"Well," Mingyuetong nodded slightly: "From now on, we must work hard to practice this."
"Why?" Xiao Naibao was puzzled.
Mingyuetong glanced at her junior brother, then helplessly put her hand on her forehead, "Tangtang, what do you think the Golden Light Spell is?"
Xiao Nai Bao thought for a while and replied hesitantly: "A body-protecting technique?"
"It's a self-protection technique. The purpose is to prevent us from being harmed by the enemy. So why don't you use it when you fight the bean soldiers today?" Mingyuetong asked her.
Little Milk Bag: "Yes, can it be used?"
"...We've already fought, of course it can be used," Ming Yuetong said helplessly.
Xiao Naibao: ...Yes, yes.
She thought of something and asked: "So when the second senior brother used the golden light spell to deal with the bean soldiers, the bean soldiers didn't even touch the corners of his clothes?"
Mingyuetong's expression was a little complicated: "No."
