Chapter 487 Beautiful Misunderstanding

The reason why Drunken Hou went out was because the corpses of two seventh-order monsters were too big. They were not killed by sniper rifles, but were hacked to death with his big knife. The death was very tragic, and it was not suitable for little girls. watch.

And in the formation, the corpse of this seventh-order monster cannot be placed. The big demon died not long ago, and the pressure is still there, and the little girl's cultivation is difficult to resist.

is to be able to resist, to resist that coercion, still cultivate or not?

This is a beautiful misunderstanding.

It's a pity that Nanhiro doesn't know now.

Take out the futon and take a seat. After calming down, you can sink your consciousness into the sea of ????knowledge, visualize the original scriptures, and operate the mind method.

It was not until the soul was exhausted that he withdrew from the sea of ??consciousness from the visualization. When he opened his eyes, he found that the sky was full of stars, and the moon was like a wash.

The night in this secret realm is amazingly beautiful.

Qixun glanced outside the formation and saw his master, sitting cross-legged on the grass under the stars, with a pot of wine beside him, playing a musical instrument that Qixun had never seen before, a bit like a Chinese xun, The sound quality is as simple and simple as the sounds of nature, low and melodious, and the tone is clear and leisurely, it is sentimental like weeping and complaining.

Qixun did not expect that a person like her master, who should be a great Han of Yan Zhao, who sings spirits loudly, blew such a tune, and was stunned when he heard it.

The Drunken Hou felt the movement and knew that his apprentice had finished his practice and came out of the formation, but he ignored it and still played the tune.

The tune of ?? is repeated and extremely simple, but it only brings emotions to people, but it is different.

Qixun only listened to it once, and then remembered the tune, thinking about this tune, if he used the erhu, it would definitely be a perfect match, but with a flute with a bright and clear sound, it was probably another feeling, so he simply took out the purple bamboo flute. , in harmony with her master.

The two blew for a while before Fang stopped.

The Drunken Hou looked at the flute in Qixun's hand and asked, "What kind of musical instrument is this? The voiceless sound is like jade, but it is very pleasant. You can play it well."

Qixun smiled and said, "This is called a flute in our hometown. The folks mostly use bamboo. There are also jade and metal ones. But I think bamboo is the most suitable for flute. It is a very traditional musical instrument. Master's musical instrument, I also I have never seen it before, the sound is very similar to an ancient musical instrument in our place. Yours, is it made of bone?"

Drunk Hou nodded: "The name of this instrument is woo, the whimpering woo. It was a gift from a former friend of the teacher, who has been with the teacher for more than a hundred years. When alone, I occasionally take it out and blow it. The night sky in this secret realm It's so beautiful, it reminds me of a secret place I went to when I was young."

Somehow, Qixun could hear the sadness in her master's tone, and she thought, she is a master who has a story too.

Seeing her master say this, he stopped talking, Qixun raised his flute and smiled, "Let me play a famous tune from our hometown to master."

Qixun blew his favorite "Farewell" to him.

After she played it again, the drunkard wrote it down, picked up the woo and played it along, Qixun simply put down the bamboo flute and hummed to the tune played by the drunkard.

"Outside the long pavilion, along the ancient road, the grass is green and green, the evening wind blows the willow flute, and the sunset mountain is outside the mountain.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, and the half of friends.

A pot of turbid wine will make you happy, don’t dream of cold tonight”

Waiting for the song to finish, the sound disappeared, and after a while, the drunken Hou said: "Good song and good words. This is a farewell song."

Qixun nodded: "The words were made by a high-ranking monk."

"No wonder there is fear."

Qixun looked at the full moon hanging in the sky and said with a smile, "Master, let me sing you a song."

"When will the moon be there, ask the blue sky for wine"

When the song ended, the drunkard took a sip of wine and smiled relievedly: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has its cloudy and sunny days. This matter is difficult to complete."

Qi Xun didn't want her master to be immersed in this kind of emotion all the time, so she simply pulled out the knife: "Master, it's time for me to practice the knife. You can see if I'm more diligent."

Drunken Hou nodded.

When ?? Qixun was picking the star fruit, he had been repeatedly scrutinizing his master's ninety-nine knives in the sea of ????knowledge. Although she knew that her master still had the sword of reunification, she had never seen that sword before her master came out.

But she knows that Master has the name of a swordsman, and that sword must be a sword that kills the soul without regrets, and beheaded in blood. Not a deadly sword that can be practiced.

But she also believes that when she finishes practicing the ninety-nine knives and the knives are perfect, she will eventually be able to wield the strongest knives that belong to her.

This time, Qixun swung two more knives. Now she can swing seven knives.

Such progress surprised even the drunkards.

Moreover, Qi Xun was not only capable of wielding seven swords, but the two newly used swords did not appear to be stagnant. It seemed that he had been skilled with thousands of swords, and his killing intent was piercing to the bone.

Tutor not only became more and more skilled in swordsmanship, but also in sword intent is stronger day by day.

Such understanding, how amazing!

After seven stabs, Qixun raised his eyes to look at the drunken marquis: "Master, is there anything that needs to be improved?"

If there are deficiencies, of course there are, Drunk Hou pointed out two points: "In addition to being still ruthless, your speed is slow! After 10,000 knives today, I hope you will improve again."

Qixun nodded, that ruthless meaning needs to see blood, but now, she is really inexperienced in actual combat, and it is difficult to think about how much progress she can make in a short period of time.

But the speed of the knife, she can be improved by diligently practicing the knife.

The reason why she came out to practice knives in the middle of the night was because she determined early in the morning that 10,000 knives a day was only more or less. So she needs to seize every minute and every second of her time.

After dawn, she had to go to a stronger gravity zone.

Nanhiro waved his sword earnestly, while the drunken waiter watched.

After practicing Qixun and 10,000 knives, the whole person was like washing with water, paralyzed on the ground, and after a full quarter of an hour, he got up with difficulty, gave himself a dust-cleaning operation, and asked the drunken marquis: "Master, you What do you want to eat in the morning?"

I feel distressed for the drunken waiter, and the little apprentice is so tired that he does not forget to wait for him to eat and drink.

"If you have something ready-made, just take it out. As a teacher, you have cultivated in such a way that you have been in the valley for a long time, but you are just greedy for food and drink. But you are still young, and you need to train your body, which is exactly what you need to fill with a lot of spiritual energy. When it comes to food. The meat of the monsters killed yesterday for the teacher has been processed and can be eaten directly. You can keep it and make jerky yourself later. You don’t need to save the rest. It’s just some monster meat. That's all, I'll get more for you later as a teacher.

When it comes to food, I remembered that there is a kind of spirit deer in the Gravity Plain. The meat is crystal clear, like transparent curd, very sweet and fruity. Its flesh is like a spiritual liquid, it melts when it enters the belly, its blood and its skin are rare spiritual materials used to make breath-holding talismans and invisibility instruments.

It's just that its shape is transparent, and only a phantom is seen, so it is difficult to find traces. These days, my teacher will take you around a lot, maybe you can meet it. "

There are such magical monsters! Qixun listened with great interest: "Thank you, Master. If I can find them, I will definitely catch two live ones and keep them. Maybe it's difficult to raise a herd of illusory deer."

Drunk Hou was speechless, he really dared to think.

Lingxu Lu's gadget feeds on star fruit and the unique spiritual plants of the Gravity Grassland. Except for the special gravity environment of Gravity, it can't be supported anywhere else.

(end of this chapter)