The whole afternoon, Chang Siguo and Bai Qiuyu were inseparable. Even if Bai Qiuyu asked to go to the stream to clean the blood on her robe, he did not let her leave the place three feet away. He just turned his back to prevent Mu Mei from talking to Bai Qiu. Chongqing means.
He tried his best to avoid the woman taking off her robe with the Sky Eye Technique activated, but the white beauty, occasionally caught in the corner of his eyes, still greatly tempered his mood. It was simply worse than fighting with two Qi practitioners from the Gu Liang family. One scene was still hard for him.
But the thought of this shameless woman made him see it all.
Now that he didn't mean to look back, it was considered even.
The sun sets.
The dusk mist is fragrant and the wind blows, and the peaks are picturesque.
Bai Qiuyu didn't know whether he noticed it or something, but when he returned to the cave, his face was red and his eyebrows were ashamed.
Chang Siguo ignored her and ignored her. He blocked the door tightly with stones and sat cross-legged on the flat stone in the middle of the cave. He couldn't wait to take out the captured book called "Initial Spells" from his arms, but actually from the bead space. It's a very regular printing font. I think it was a popular product on the mountain. The cover has been curled and yellowed.
Open the booklet and browse through it quickly. This is an introductory book explaining the basic Five Elements spells.
Skipping the other four series, Chang Siguo then turned to the Fire Element Volume and read each word carefully.
The upper, lower, left, right, and spaced spaces of the book are marked with notes in different shades of light and shade, describing the understanding and extended application of the techniques by previous generations. Occasionally, there are scribbles, and sharp comments such as "nonsense" and "misleading people."
I often think about not reading those experience notes to avoid being misled. After three times, I close the book and meditate.
Not long after, a layer of faint red light emerged from the body, rippling like water ripples and gradually becoming firmer.
Bai Qiuyu, who was baking food on the other side, noticed the change in Mr. Chang's aura. There was a hint of envy in his eyes, but he didn't know what he thought of. His face turned red by the firelight, and he turned around and sat with his back to him.
lecher
Humph, prude
After learning the "Fire Shield Technique", Chang Siguo showed a hint of joy on his face.
Later, he learned the real "Fire Technique", which was no longer the shoddy version he had thought up on his own.
With a flick of his finger, a ball of flame burst out from the corner of the stone wall two feet away. In just a few breaths, a hole as big as a fist was burned into the stone wall. He quickly extinguished the flame with a flick of his finger.
Then experience the strange feeling of fire flowing through your fists and body, as gentle as water and with clear layers.
He finally understood that his previous actions, with his whole body covered in flames and blazing fire, seemed to be majestic, but in fact he was just like the thug killer He Mu, as crude as he wanted.
It was so wasted that he couldn't use the power of the blazing flame at all. It was only because he was led into a ditch by He Mu.
The magic of the spell made Chang Siguo unknowingly addicted to it.
After a while, he used the "Inflammation Technique" again. After using it several times, when he studied the "Fire Explosion Technique" again, he discovered that the mana he had gained from absorbing two pills had been squandered.
Smiling wryly and patting his forehead, Chang Siguo hurriedly collected the books, and at Bai Qiuyu's invitation, sat down to eat meat and drink soup.
After dinner, Chang thought about it and reviewed it for a while, completely memorizing the three fire spells he had learned.
Then he sat cross-legged in the middle of the cave and concentrated on practicing, leaving only one mind to pay attention to the external situation. It was equivalent to sleeping with one eye open. He was already used to this.
Bai Qiuyu marinated and baked all the food, hung it on the stone wall, and cut the skin with a short blade.
Slow work leads to careful work. She was not in a hurry. When it was completely dark, she gathered a pile of things, spread leather in the corner, sat cross-legged on it, and meditated, never leaving Chang Si more than three feet away. This is what Mr. Chang said to him. Her instructions.
The psychological shadow caused by that wooden charm on her will not go away in a short period of time.
I still feel safe with Young Master Chang.
Even if she is peeked at by her disciples, she is willing to do so.
The beast prison at night is full of murderous intent, and the roars coming from far away from time to time cannot affect the two people practicing in the cave.
Before I knew it, it was almost midnight.
Chang Siguo slowly exhaled and retracted his strength, stood up, and saw Bai Qiuyu also opened his eyes, a pair of beautiful eyes looking at him.
The huge oil lamp on the stone wall swayed the two people's figures next to each other.
Chang Siguo pondered for a moment and said, "I may feel strange in a moment. Don't get too close to me and protect me for a quarter of an hour." He didn't know what would happen.
Sword Qi tempering the body, this high-level enjoyment, was also the first time for his new wife to get on the sedan chair.
Bai Qiuyu saw that Mr. Chang spoke solemnly, and with a swipe he pulled out his long sword and said, "Why don't you go to the secret room inside and I will guard the door to help you protect the law." If a strange beast breaks into the cave, she can block the door and fight to buy time.
I wanted to persuade Mr. Chang not to practice so hard, but he couldn't.
Chang thought about it for a while, nodded and walked into the stone room on the left. If the fire really got out of control and burned his robe clean again, Bai Qiuyu could just take a look at the door and avoid it, so he wouldn't be too embarrassed.
Putting the bamboo sheathed silver knife in a convenient place on the right, he sat on the stone platform that was half-glazed by the fire last time. Chang Siguo closed his eyes and prepared for battle. His breath turned into true energy, covering his whole body and flowing slowly. It would be better to waste some. It doesn't matter.
About half a quarter of an hour later, Chang Siguo noticed that the red bead placed alone in his arms was bursting with sharp energy.
coming
The next moment, Chang Siguo trembled all over and was covered in cold sweat.
The sword energy was formless and incomparably sharp, cutting across his skin, muscles and bones, stabbing him wantonly.
The severe pain made him almost groan, his fists were clenched, and his body was so tense that it rattled.
This was completely different from the pain that Old Coach Fan experienced when he soaked it in medicine, beat it with sticks, and then soaked it in medicine. It was the pain of peeling skin and cutting bones, which was comparable to burning his body in fire, but he could still hold on.
Bai Qiuyu noticed the moment when the sword energy burst out, and immediately saw Mr. Chang's miserable condition.
She was covered in hair, this man became ruthless, and he wouldn't even let her go.
Too cruel
She couldn't see what methods Young Master Chang used to torment her. Just looking at the bright red skin and the protruding blue veins on his distorted face at that moment, she knew how Young Master Chang obtained the cultivation strength far beyond his peers at such a young age.
Hey, a thin gash appeared on the skin of his clenched fist, and a trace of blood spattered out.
Tsk, another trace of blood.
Bai Qiuyu turned her head and didn't dare to look again. She couldn't bear to see such domineering and self-abuse.
She stood guard outside the door, hoping that Mr. Chang wouldn't cause any trouble to her. This was a dangerous place for beasts, and there was a wood charm hiding in the dark that obviously had good intentions. She couldn't deal with it at all.
In the stone room window blocked by stones, a thin leaf quietly stretched out a little green.
After staying in the gap for a moment, he quietly shrank out.
"Vulgar martial artist"
There was a faint sound in the air.
After a quarter of an hour of sword energy tempering, Chang Siguo was dripping with sweat. He slowly spread out on the stone platform and lay there for another quarter of an hour before slowly curling up and getting up. He looked a little miserable at this time, with skin all over his body. Not a single piece was intact, and the bloody mouth was cracked and scabbed vertically and horizontally, which was horrifying to see.
But when I think about the pain I have to endure for a quarter of an hour every day.
There seems to be no end, and I am as tenacious as ever, thinking about my past, and I feel no chill in my heart.
Damn it, count the balls
Don't want this broken knife anymore.
Just as the thought came to his mind, a sharp sword energy burst out from his Tanzhong acupoint, as if it struck his fragile heart hard, and his face suddenly wrinkled into a rag in pain.
He finally understood that this broken knife had such a bad name, so he couldn't help but scream.
"Ouch"
It’s a joke, brother, you can’t even make a joke.
The cadence was comparable to the howl of a wolf king, which scared Bai Qiuyu, who was guarding outside, to jump.
When he jumped in with a sword and took a look, he saw Mr. Chang holding his heart in both hands. His body was curled up like a cooked prawn, rolling from the stone platform to the ground. His eyes were wide open, as lifeless as the eyes of a dying fish.
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