"You're kidding me, right?"
Nan Er wiped the corners of his mouth. His mouth was full of oil. The mood that he was originally happy because of the delicious food was suddenly thrown into the dust again by Xia Zhichan's words.
Every time Xia Zhichan said this, Nan Er had to fight to the death, and most of the time he was fighting some inhuman monsters. He could only barely parry, and he was so tired that he broke out in a sweat every time. .
"..."
Xia Zhichan didn't speak, but sometimes not speaking was more effective than saying ten thousand words. His presence was a disguised acquiescence.
"You and I……"
The chicken that was so burnt in your mouth suddenly lost its flavor.
Nan Er had already eaten half of his meal, so he put his hand down again, and then pointed at Xia Zhichan opposite him, who was meditating like an old monk in meditation.
"You...those monsters and monsters are nothing to you, but they are very difficult to deal with for me."
After holding it in his mouth for a long time, he finally said this.
When your friend still uses curse words when talking to you, it means that his words are not very important, and most of them don't care too much. But once you don't use bad words but speak strictly, it's probably extremely important.
"Then let me teach you..."
Xia Zhichan opened one eye, looked at Nan Er who was obviously depressed, and said casually:
"Teach you how to deal with those monsters?"
"Can you teach me?"
Nan Er's eyes suddenly lit up. How could he not want to be like Xia Zhichan. You can deal with monsters and monsters just by waving your hand, and people around you can look up to you like a god.
But he suddenly became discouraged again.
Unique martial arts in the martial arts world cannot be taught lightly. After all, martial arts moves cannot be leaked easily, and there is also a fear of teaching disciples to starve the master to death.
This is the case for most Jianghu sects, let alone the monastic sect that Xia Zhichan belongs to.
"I can teach you the tricks of my lineage, but..."
Xia Zhichan pointed to the ground and said half-jokingly:
"Kneel down, kowtow, and call me Master."
"I bother!"
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Nan Er took a sip and even stabbed his clothes with the branch with the chicken in his hand.
"Believe it or not, I'm going to ride on a horse and smear you with oil!"
"Hahaha……"
Xia Zhichan smiled and pushed away the branch that was thrust at him. The reason why he said such nonsense was to help Nan Er get out of his depressed mood.
"The sect's techniques cannot be taught to outsiders... I still understand this truth."
"Indeed, the sect's techniques and mental techniques are strictly forbidden to be spread to outsiders. Moreover, my lineage of Lingguan has always been very strict about accepting disciples, and not just anyone can do it."
Xia Zhichan broke off a few branches and threw them into the fire.
"You ride on the horse..."
Before Nan Er could finish speaking, he was interrupted.
"but!"
Perhaps in order to make Nan Er pay attention to what he was about to say now, Xia Zhichan deliberately increased his voice to make the other party realize that what he was saying now was important.
"Three hundred years ago, when the human race was in chaos, some techniques for subduing demons and catching ghosts were spread from Buddhism and Taoism, and spread to the rivers and lakes. Nowadays, people often invite monks and Taoists to catch demons, right? Some people are really capable.”
Nan Er nodded, but looking at him he probably seemed to understand.
"To put it simply...well, do you still remember the old Taoist we met at Zhaojialou?"
Xia Zhichan originally wanted to make a simple metaphor, but after much deliberation, she still couldn't think of a suitable one, so she simply talked about a person Nan Er had met.
"The one called the Angry Cow? When you said that, I remembered it. He seems to be a master of sword control. He can make the peach wood sword fly directly. It's quite powerful."
Nan Er's memory is pretty good, otherwise who would still remember that stupid old man who had no ability and had him knock out one of his front teeth.
"His sword-controlling technique comes from Taoism, but compared to the real technique, it is probably like the difference between a baby and his parents."
Xia Zhichan broke off a twig from a branch on the ground, which was only about three inches long, and placed it in the palm of her hand.
Then under Nan Er's gaze, the branch actually floated up precariously, then trembled slightly at first, then began to circle around Xia Zhichan's palm, and finally flew out with a whoosh.
Bang!
The two of them were sitting in a corner of the side hall, and there was a slight muffled sound on the opposite wall. With the firelight that could not illuminate the entire side hall, Nan Er saw the branches pierced into the opposite wall.
"This...isn't anything amazing."
Nan Er also followed Xia Zhichan's example and broke off a branch. Then with a flick of his wrist, the branch flew out with the same whooshing sound and pierced into the wall opposite. It was even more prickly than the branch thrown by Xia Zhichan. Got to be even deeper.
"That's it?"
Xia Zhichan was not in a hurry to refute, but waved at the thrown branch with five fingers, and then heard another bang, and the branch returned to his hand almost instantly.
"Well--"
Nan Er scratched his temples. He looked at the branch in Xia Zhichan's hand, then looked at the branch he threw out, and followed the other person's example and twitched his fingers.
Of course there was no reaction.
"It seems to be quite powerful."
Xia Zhichan threw the branch in her hand into the fire, and then continued:
"The art of controlling swords - most of the ones spread in the world are through blood sacrifices to create a connection between the sword and the person, and then use the magic to control the flying sword."
"And the flying swords in the Taoist sect are all magic weapons carefully forged by the seniors. Everyone in the Taoist sect can have a natal magic weapon, and most of them are flying swords. They can fly to the sky with the sword and kill demons."
Nan Er scratched his temples and blinked his eyes. It was obvious that he didn't understand Xia Zhichan's words at all.
"The eclectic spell I'm going to teach you today is more powerful than the ones in the general world, but it's still not as good as the sword-controlling skills that are really popular among Taoist sects."
"Oh oh oh, but I don't have a flying sword..."
Xia Zhichan pointed to the black-sheathed long sword that Shan Er never left his body, and nodded affirmatively in the other's surprised eyes:
"Just use it. Give me the knife first."
"oh."
Nan Er handed over the knife at his waist.
Xia Zhichan pressed the long knife on his knees, and lightly carved the blade made of black iron with his fingers. Every time his fingers fell, there were indeed marks on the blade, but when he raised his hand when it disappeared again.
About an hour later, Nan Erzao gnawed clean the roast chicken in his hand, leaving only the chicken bones and throwing them aside.
He yawned a little boredly, and at this moment he suddenly felt a pain in the middle of his eyebrows. He reached out and touched but found nothing.
Then he saw a drop of blood on the tip of Xia Zhichan's right finger opposite him. For some reason, Nan Er thought it was his own blood.
Snapped!
The drop of blood flicked onto the blade, and the long blade that had been emitting white light suddenly stopped all its light, just like the sun that was supposed to be bright all the time encountered a solar eclipse.
Buzz——
The blade trembled slightly and made a crisp chirp.
Nan Er suddenly felt different. He seemed to have an inexplicable feeling with the long knife in front of him, as if the knife was no longer his weapon, but really his own limb.
"Huh... luckily it worked."
Xia Zhichan flicked the blade of the knife and handed it back to Nan Er after making a crisp sound. The latter quickly took it and looked at it carefully.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at Nan Er, who seemed to have gotten a novel toy. He didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.
"Throw it out and see."
"Throw it out?"
Nan Er stretched his arms hard and was about to throw the knife out, but Xia Zhichan quickly stopped him and said:
"Don't use force, let it fly out on its own."
"How can you throw it away without using any force? It's not a bird that can flap its wings and fly away on its own."
"Why do you think I spent so much time just now?"
Xia Zhichan rolled his eyes. He put a lot of effort into carving a spiritual formation on the blade that could actively absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Combined with the drop of blood just now, the sword could fly out of thin air like an annoying peach wood sword. .
But that drop of blood was not Nan Er's, but Xia Zhichan's.
There is no need for any more blood sacrifices between Nan Er and Niwen Dao. Because his evil spirit entered his body before, the knife turned evil along with him. It already has a closer relationship with him than the blood sacrifice.
In addition to drawing the spirit-enhancing formation, Xia Zhichan also used his own blood pressure to control the evil spirit on the knife. Nan Er was able to expel the evil spirit because of Zen Master Fu Kong, and the evil spirit on the knife was controlled by Xia Zhichan using the formation. The law is sealed.
Buzz.
With the trembling sound of the blade, Nan Er was pleasantly surprised to find that the long knife in front of him had actually escaped from the control of his palm, and had magically floated up.
"Hahaha, Xia Zhichan, look!"
Nan Er waved lightly, and the counter-grain knife flew out, but he didn't know whether it was because he didn't control it well or because it was too far away from him. The long knife flew out and landed on the ground not far away.
"It feels like there is an invisible thread tied to this knife. I just need to pull it gently..."
Bang!
The reverse pattern knife that originally fell to the ground seemed to be pulled up by an invisible hand, and then flew upside down and quickly returned to Nan Er's hand.
"Hahaha, this is amazing."
Xia Zhichan frowned slightly, but quickly covered it up before Nan Er noticed it.
He murmured in his mind whether his suppression formation on the sword didn't work. Nan Er was able to find the secret to controlling the long sword so quickly. It was like a tiger running on the ground suddenly grew wings, and then he could use those wings to fly freely like a bird.
"How about it?"
Nan Er just made a few simple operations, as if he was adapting to his suddenly grown wings, and then he could fully use that power.
"This way you will never be unable to draw your sword again. If you encounter a monster like a giant wolf..."
"I stepped on my horse and flew up with my sword, splitting it in half!"
"Um."
Xia Zhichan nodded, then stopped talking to Nan Er, who was playing with his new toy, and entered a meditative state again.
Nan Er threw the knife in his hand over and over again, and then called it back. The knife could only fly three to five steps at first, then seven or eight steps, and then it could fly ten steps.
He practiced tirelessly, but Xia Zhichan didn't tell him that doing so would be very exhausting, so as soon as Nan Er's excitement subsided, he was directly defeated by fatigue.
Bang. With the sound of the knife falling to the ground, Nan Er also fell into the pile of dead grass nearby, and then heard a slight snoring sound.
I don't know how long it took, until all the branches in the fire were almost burned out, and the flames were almost extinguished.
Giggle!
Suddenly there was a sound of pheasant crowing.
Nan Er, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up. He rubbed his sore eyes, wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth, and plucked the dead grass off his body.
"What's wrong? It's not daylight yet..."
By the faint light of the fire, Nan Er saw two chickens spinning around in the house, crowing with their necks raised as they fled around.
The sound was really uncomfortable.
"Shut up! It's not dawn yet, why are you shouting!"
Nan Er cursed angrily, then stood up and planned to catch the two pheasants that broke in, so that they would have dinner tomorrow morning.
He grabbed a handful of hay and threw it into the fire, hoping to use the firelight to see where the pheasants were, but when the hay suddenly burned, the orange fire illuminated half of the side hall.
Giggle!
Following the sound, Nan Er determined the location of the two pheasants, but his eyes widened and he took a step back instead of moving forward.
Because the pheasants running on the ground were the two he had eaten before. Their feathers had been stripped off, and the meat on their bodies had been chewed clean, leaving only the bones vaguely visible.
There are also clear teeth marks on the bones.
