"I remember you could retract this knife before, now you try to show me." Rong Bai said to him.
Although Rong Bai's speech has always been so slow, but under such a silent moonlight, Song Ci will inevitably make him feel a little tender.
Especially after talking about teaching him.
I haven't seen this machete for a few days, and Song Ci still misses it. When I think of it, the knife has never left in the past four years. Whenever I encounter danger, I also rely on it to save my life.
I do n’t know what material this scimitar is made of. The whole knife is black. The handle is engraved with tedious and complicated textures. The weight is quite sufficient. After many confirmations by Song Ci, this scimitar is ordinary. Can't pick it up.
At least in his cognition, before Rong Bai appeared, he was the only one who could pick up the machete.
Song Ci took a deep breath and slowly relaxed, staring at the scimitar in his hand, looking for a familiar feeling in the consciousness, the thought of closing the sword flashed, the scimitar in his hand fainted in a circle of black mist, then disappeared Already.
Rong Bai looked at it and asked, "Where did you put the knife?"
Song Ci heard that he opened his robe with his right hand, and the machete was no longer on his belt, clinging to his thin waist.
"Retracting the sword is not about keeping him in your body, but in your strength." Rong Bai squeezed the handle of the knife and pulled it out. "Let it melt into it and become part of your strength. "
"But this knife is a real object, how do you close it?" Song Ci frowned slightly, not understanding.
"You must first feel the strength in your body." Rong Bai lifted his left hand gently, and his fingertips were gently touched at the center of his eyebrow. A faint touch of white awns looked like a calm lake touched by someone. .
Song Ci only felt that there was an external force coming in from his forehead at once, followed by the enthusiasm of the extremities, and the blood in the body agitated, echoing the external force.
This feeling will only come when he grows those ears.
"Did you feel it?" Rong Bai asked in his ear.
Song Ci nodded dullly, consciousness followed by that power, suddenly collided with some magical force in the body, and then softly merged together.
Rong Bai looked at him quietly, and saw that the dark red texture gradually appeared on his handsome face, and his eyes were covered with light blue.
The blue eyes and nine tails are the most obvious features of the Tushan Fox.
After Song Ci felt that his consciousness was fully integrated with that power, he suddenly wanted to try it, so he glanced at the tree next to him, and the thought of taking leaves only flashed, and that leaf fell off the branch, like The wind was blowing, and floated in front of Song Ci.
He reached out to catch it, and then rejoiced, saying to Rong Bai, "I really learned!"
Rong Bai chuckled, and said warmly, "Practice a few more times and you will be familiar."
Song Ci was so happy that he circled in situ. After picking a few more leaves, after seeing Yung Bai yawning, he returned to his dwelling with Rong Bai with a few leaves.
In the early morning of the second day, when everyone was going out, Wen Changchu stared back at the dark circles, looking tired, and looked at Song Ci, without the energy to say hello, and plunged into the room.
Song Ci saw that he was very tired, and I wanted to come back last night, and Zhu Yishu dragged him back to do nothing. He didn't ask much, and was planning to go to morning class with Rong Bai.
But who wants Rong Bai to see Wen Changchu come back to sleep, his feet just after stepping out of the door are retracted, and he turns and walks to the bed. It seems that he plans to go to sleep.
Song Ci wanted to call him, but he didn't dare to stop him, so he dared to go to the morning class with other people, thinking that there were many people in the hall, maybe no one would find him without him.
But after Zhu Yishu entered the door, he only glanced at him. He walked slowly to Song Ci and asked, "Why didn't Rong Bai come today?"
Song Ci's tense palms were sweating, and he lied, "He was sick. He caught cold last night, and didn't come."
Zhu Yishu also didn't doubt it, only said, "Let him have a good rest, you go to the medicine hall after class to get some medicine for him." Qiankun Tingshu.com www.qktsw.com
After speaking, he went to lecture on his own, and as long as Zhu Yishu didn't investigate it, nothing happened. Song Ci was relieved.
Liang Jiujiu sat next to Song Ci while he wasn't paying attention, and looked around timidly, quietly speaking to Song Ci, "Song Ci, can I talk to you after class?"
Song Ci did not dislike this appalling person. After all, he was naturally a bit more fond of the person with the surname Liang, but was curious about what he would talk to himself, so he nodded.
Zhu Yishu still talked about it all day long. According to the slow progress of the crowd, Song Ci felt that he would have to speak this course for a long time.
But Zhu Yishu himself was very patient, sitting on top to watch the crowd practice, there was no look of impatience, and a gentle smile kept hanging on his face, making people feel unreasonable.
Song Ci himself also learned it seriously. After Rong Bai tapped him, the practice became more and more handy, and he could make Xiaoshizi circle himself. Zhu Yishu praised him after seeing it.
At the end of the class, Song resigned and left, Zhu Yishu patted his shoulder, and whispered, "You come to me with Wen Changchu at night."
The meaning of these words was to give them guidance separately. Song Ci heard some joy in his heart, but remembered the exhausted look of Wen Changchu, and he was a little bit scared.
Liang Jiujiu stood outside waiting, Song Ci remembered that he had promised to talk to him, and followed him to a place with few people. After the quiet surroundings, Song Ci asked, "What do you want to say?"
Liang Jiujiu seemed naturally timid. When he saw no one around him, he was not so timid. He said to Song Ci, "When I saw you before, I felt that you were a little familiar, but I was a little uncertain. May I ask if you are From Xiliang? "
Song Ci was startled and yelled, "Yeah."
Liang Jiujiu knew he was right, and said, "Do you know Liang Shuhong?"
Song Ci drew a sigh of relief, and his eyes were stunned because he had no reason. The Liang Shuhong in Liang Jiujiu's mouth was himself.
He was born in Liang Jiayu's long line.
Since being demonized, he focused on seeking the demon king to return to mortal. After leaving Xiliang's capital, he changed his name, took Song as his surname, and took the word as his name, completely covering his true identity and name.
But do not want to be in this distant east looking country, there will be a stranger put forward his name in front of him.
When Liang Jiujiu saw that he didn't look right, he busyly said, "I'm not malicious, I just want to ask, if you don't know it, then forget it."
Speaking of turning around and leaving, Song Ci took hold of him, "Who else do you know?"
Liang Jiujiu was frightened, and quickly dragged the old man out. "There is also the host Yan Banbei and the General House, His Royal Highness Wen Jiu ..."
Called Liang Yanbei's owner, I wanted to come under Liang Yanbei's subordinates.
"General's Mansion?" Song Ci was rather puzzled. "Which General's Mansion?"
What does General Mansion have to do with Liang Yanbei?
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※
Thanks for throwing a mine in Beijie Old Lane
false tossed a mine
false tossed a mine
Reader "Mo Li ぴ", irrigation nutrient solution
Today is still a day to love you! Thanks a lot!
If you like the Fox Monster Cultivation Guide, please collect it: (EbookFREE.me) The Fox Monster Cultivation Guide has the fastest literature update.
