Chapter 15 Practice Skills and Prepare to Get Out of the Mountain

When the night and others stayed in Shili Beach, it was not quiet near Queshan. There were a lot of strangers, and some strange things were constantly being dropped. Those people are not very purposeful, and seem to make a posture of casting a wide net and fishing more fish.

The mountains are vast and sparsely populated, and there are explorers all year round. Therefore, the appearance of these strangers did not arouse any vigilance. These people did not stay in a nearby town. After doing things, they hid their whereabouts.

Heiye and others got an unexpected task reward and stayed in the Shilitan Blacksmith's Shop for a few more days, mainly to wait for Lenggang to build equipment. Everyone was lucky and went to the street to search again, but they couldn't meet the strange old man again. Naturally, there was nothing to gain.

Before leaving, Leng Gang gave them another task, but ordered them to go back to Queshan and open it again. Because the task will have a time limit, once the leather scroll is opened, it will automatically count down. Qingyue felt that Leng Gang was particularly talkous this time. Of course, it was just a feeling. Thousands of instructions, thousands of instructions, and even reminded them not to go too deep into the mountains. As for the reasons, Leng Gang doesn't want to say more, and everyone can't force it. Naturally, it is not clear what happened in the mountains.

Hawke went to the market to buy some easy-to-breed animals and took bamboo rafts with him.

The town is getting farther and farther behind, but everyone can't calm down.

On this trip to Shili Beach, there was an extra meat pie, a lot of weapons, and some red feathers were hidden. He killed seven people and completed a strange task, but added a lot of doubts.

The night threw the leftover melon skin into the water fiercely, splashing a small cluster of water. The melon peel floated with the waves and gradually disappeared. His eyes turned to the ten-mile beach behind him, and some indescribable things flashed in his eyes.

After a well-planned murder, the distance between the people was narrowed. The night is no longer an outsider, and finally officially integrates into the small circle of Queshan. Moreover, it is becoming more and more dominant.

Jie Tian was a little absent-minded, and his eyes looking at the night were mixed with something inexplicable.

"Night, what is your ideal?" Jie Tianwen asked.

Is it ideal? What a distant word, the night sighed, but did not answer. There are some words that Jietian doesn't understand. Scientists, businessmen, entrepreneurs, that is ignorance when he was a child. Youth comes again. It's over. Unfortunately, it is no longer the kind of imagination, strange, unknown and dangerous.

Seeing that the night did not answer, Jie Tian said to himself, "I want to be a great thief, rob the poor to help the rich, and be chivalrous and righteous."

"There will be a chance." The night patted the monkey on the shoulder. He did not object to people's pursuit. But then, the words changed: "The ideal premise is that we can live."

The idea of "to live" became urgent in the hearts of the four people.

Leng Gang changed its taste in everyone's eyes and gradually became a little strange. Heiye took out a crossbow and fastened the string fiercely. He did not install an arrow, but pulled the trigger and made a noise. This thing is only the size of a palm, but it can reach a range of more than 100 meters. If it has not been tested in person, who can believe it?

Everyone has their own ideas and is thinking about something. The road back to Queshan has become particularly short.

The sunrise and sunset is the second day of returning to Queshan.

After a bloody killing, everyone became mature, but they never dared to slack off. Hawke practiced the long sword skill in the bamboo forest, and the skill absorbed from Yuanjing is called Crescent Chopping. Although the energy organs in his body have not yet taken shape, they can be used.

Hawke threw away his shield, held the sword in both hands, and stood on horsestep.

Take a deep breath and make a gesture.

Suddenly, the originally scattered eyes suddenly lit up and stared at the front. At the same time, his hands are raised above his head and his sword is suddenly raised. The luck in the chest is a diagonal split with a sword.

The "stab" sword body crossed the air and made a muffled sound.

Primary sword skill [half moon]: A white light extends from the blade, draws a curved moon, and sweeps the front.

The sound of "chuffing," is endless.

The half-moon-shaped energy blade crossed the bamboo forest and cut off a piece of green bamboo. The poor nest slipped from the bamboo branch, popped out a few bird eggs, and fell to pieces.

Receiving work, calmness, calmness, another sword split.

In half a day's work, Hawker actually cleaned up an open space in the bamboo forest. There are pieces of chopped bamboo scattered on the ground, and occasionally the mountain wind blows and rolls up the green leaves all over the sky.

Qingyue meditated on the banyan branches in the courtyard and was silent.

Jietian ran under the tree and rushed forward forty or fifty meters. The figure flying in the air suddenly turned around, and his right hand brushed his waist, raising a virtual shadow. "To seize", a neat row of steel needles were inserted into the banyan tree, and the sharp thorns more than ten centimeters long were almost completely immersed in the trunk.

The night has no foundation, which is not as good as others. But he has his own way. The basic technique of the long gun is nothing more than that. He practices it over and over again. Prick, thorn, tart, bash, tangle, circle, stop, take, pounce, point, pluck, dance flowers. Sometimes he stabbed, closed the gun and swept it away, sometimes he turned over and danced, shaking a piece of gun flower.

"Little brother, pay attention." Jietian reminds.

The night was staring, and I saw three black awns coming. He closed his body slightly, and the body of the gun trembled rapidly. The dazzling purple gun head was hit by a black light, "ding-ding".

Jietian's body accelerated, bringing out a virtual shadow. He turned his left hand upside down and went straight to the field.

He holds a gun at night and doesn't move like a mountain.

The little monkey speeded up again under his feet, and his body suddenly blurred, drew an arc, and the three thorns in his hand suddenly rose.

The night did not dare to neglect. The left hand pushed heavily, the right hand pulled, and the gun body tightened. A poisonous dragon came out of the hole and went straight to Jietian's throat.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Jie Tian turned halfway, and his body swirled like a gyro and rushed straight to the feet of the night.

A shot was shot in the night, but the rest of his strength was not exhausted. Immediately stopped the gun and retreated half a step.

The dagger brushed the gun, and there was a harsh sound of friction.

The Jietian shifted shape and changed, and it was already behind the night. His figure soared, and the dagger was cut out of the neck of the night. In the dark night, he only felt a bad wind coming. He hurriedly took the opportunity to turn right, fell backwards, and took a move back!

Jietian can't follow up, so he has to avoid one side.

Why can't you stand the night for three or two rounds? A protracted battle is meaningless!

Jie Tian jumped out of the battle circle and praised, "Brother, this long gun really makes it smell a little." A carp straightened up in the night, turned over and took the gun. Three or two steps forward, he put on Jietian's shoulder and motioned to go to the stone and rest for a while. As he walked, he said modestly, "The crop handle style of the three-legged cat is not worth mentioning. On the contrary, Jietian, you are so close to your body, one inch short, one inch dangerous, and you are already in samadhi.

Time flies like an arrow, and a group of people practiced hard in the mountains. In a trance, more than half a month passed. There is only one month left to embark on the [road of elimination].

On this day, the four people gathered under the banyan tree. Discuss future matters.

The night first said, "I've been practicing long guns these days, and I also have some experience. But building a car behind closed doors is not a long-term solution. I have an idea in my mind. Let me talk to you." Everyone nodded. The night was not pretentious and continued, "I suggest that you leave the sparrow mountain and go into the mountain to hunt. Actual combat is always the best way to test your skills."

The words of the night hit everyone's mind. The task can be put on the agenda. But before leaving, some preparations need to be made.

Jietian returned to the cabin and raised a wooden stick with a height and a thin arm under the tree, saying that it was going to be made into an arrow stick. Hawke was eager to try. He pulled out the "door panel" and pointed it at a sword in the middle of the stick. "Dang", the giant sword rebounded, and Hawk staggered back three or five steps. He said in surprise, "Monkey, this wood has caught up with the iron."

When Jietian heard the words, he looked proud and said, "This is what I found at the bottom of the Jingming River. Sister Qingyue calls it Chen Tiemu. The material is flexible, the weight is extremely heavy, and it is very suitable for making bow arms and arrow shafts."

Hawke didn't believe it. He insisted on trying again, straightening the wooden stick, holding his breath, and releasing the half-moon sword skill he had just learned. With a sword, the energy blade plowed a sword mark half a meter deep and four or five meters long on the ground, but it failed to split the wood at all.

The night was very curious, so he asked loudly. Qingyue lost the playful thoughts of the past and said directly, "This should have been a mountain vine, which has grown for more than 300 years. Later, it fell into the Jingming River for at least 600 years. The texture is good, and the ordinary sword is hard to hurt at all.

The night was surprised and asked, "Can it be divided? I have fallen with Jietian's strong bow."

Qingyue nodded and didn't say much. She picked up the vine from the ground. The right hand stroked the sunken iron wood, and the green light on the hand gradually penetrated into the vine. It's like sensing, and it's like communication. After a while, she threw the ironwood into the air.

Amazing!

The sunken iron wood actually floated into the air.

Qingyue held her hands far away and shouted in her mouth: "Turn." Seeing that the sunken iron wood rotated rapidly. The faster he turned, the more he turned, and finally brought a virtual shadow. "Qingyue drank again." The sunken iron wood suddenly cracked, and countless slender wooden strips flew out around like fairy flowers, and finally left a two-finger-wide tree heart. The center of the tree is evenly divided into four equal parts and slowly falls from the air.

The night and Jietian were overjoyed, and one person caught two wooden hearts.

I just wanted to take a look, but I caught a glimpse of Qingyue's soft body and fainted. Bad, the night quickly skimmed the wood heart and picked up the Qingyue. Reach out and take a breath. It's okay. I'm a little relieved. It should be out of strength!

Put the clear moon on the blue stone, and ordered Hawke to take a wet towel and put it on her forehead, and wait for her to wake up. After half a day, the little tree spirit finally woke up, and everyone was relieved. Arrange for Qingyue to continue to rest, so he is busy with other things.

Hawk ran to slaughter the animals and made them into dried meat. Jietian polished the bow arm and made the piecemeal iron wood strips into arrows. The night stays with the little tree spirit and takes good care of it. Seeing the dull atmosphere, he went back to the house to take out his homemade bamboo musical instrument and played a song:

"I want to take you to fly everywhere, travel all over the world to watch, no worries, no sadness, free and cheerful in body and mind. Forget the pain and forget the place. Let's set out to wander together. Although there are no beautiful clothes, our hearts are full of hope. We are going to fly to that faraway place and see that the world is not so desolate. We are going to fly to that faraway place. Looking at it, the world is still a piece of light..." "Zhang San's Song" floats in the sparrow Mountain. Sad and full of hope. The road ahead is lost, but it has to go against the way. Qingyue flashed her big eyes and stared motionless at the night, showing a trace of strange emotion.

The outside world is strange and far away. Exploring the unknown is imminent.