The sun was shining, the showers were shining, and it was another good day.

Zhang Zhitian was practicing the mantra of the exercises, scratched his head and ears, and sighed: "What does this word mean? How do you pronounce it?" Zhang Zhitian walked to Shangguan Qingye's side, drew a rare word on the ground with a thin branch, and asked, "Uncle, how do you pronounce this word?" Shangguan Qingye was surprised: "This word is pronounced tao, which means endlessly." Zhang Zhitian said modestly: "That's it, I think it's like this! Thank you, Uncle Shangguan." “

Shangguan Qingye's old face turned red and said, "It's nothing, this word is pronounced like this." You study hard, I'll go over there and have a look. Shangguan Qingye walked to the south of the leafy branches, there was a clear stream and sat down, Shangguan Qingye grabbed a handful of gravel on the ground, threw them into the stream one by one, burst into the white waves, and said to himself: "If people know that I am dignified。。。。。。。 It's a shame to teach the wrong way to read. “

Zhang Zhitian looked at the golden words in his mind, read them, paused suddenly, and said, "Tao is calm, and the law is not pursued。。。。。。 The spiritual power of the body suddenly became uncontrollable, and a stream of brain was dispersed from the body, and the spiritual power in the body was empty. Zhang Zhitian's heart suddenly felt a palpitation, and then the starry Qingyue Sword came out of a vague phantory shadow, and the painful sound of the beast roaring and birdsong came out, and then there was a shocking angry roar, one by one the vague phantoms faded, and a vague phantom became more and more condensed, Zhang Zhitian's body emitted a black mist, entwined with a little starlight of the Qingyue Sword, the Qingyue Sword was full of light, the vague shadow began to become illusory, and there was another roar, the shadow began to transform between the virtual and the real, followed by one terrible roar after another, and the shadow slowly broke free from the Qingyue Sword wrapped in black fog, and turned into an entity from a virtual shadow, A palm-high little monster appeared in Zhang Zhitian's eyes, the only head of the little monster had many soft thorns, and under it were more than a dozen dents, empty, with fine yellow hair on the skin, and short limbs. The little monster screamed, the black mist disappeared, the light of the stars of the Qingyue Sword faded, and everything returned to calm.

Zhang Zhitian grabbed the "little monster" at once, put it on his arm and lay on his stomach, pressed his hairy head from time to time, touched the soft hair, combed and combed the hair, and put his face and the little monster's head together; the little monster seemed to be very dissatisfied, opened his mouth and bit Zhang Zhitian's fingers, biting hard, biting hard, as if he was biting with all his strength, and then gave up later, looking at the results, there was only a shallow tooth mark, and he screamed very unpleasantly, and then flattened his head and gnawed hard with his hardest teeth.

Zhang Zhitian opened the little monster's mouth without itching or pain, took out his fingers, and blew his fingers like a gunsmith blowing his own smoking and hot barrel after hitting the target. Zhang Zhitian put his palm on the little monster's head, and it was messy, like a piece of wheat. The little monster screamed, and the thorns on its little head pierced its hands like steel needles, and after a few touches, it made a clanging sound like a sword clash. Zhang Zhitian took out the Qingyue Sword and wanted to shave off the hard spikes around its head, but the sharp artifact Qingyue Sword failed to shave off the spikes.

Zhang Zhitian lowered his head and pondered: "What is the best name?"

"Why don't you call it #thorn#?"

"Thorn, call twice to let the master hear that you are the male and female?"

"Thorn, go get that ball back. ”

"Thorn, roll on the ground. “

Zhang Zhitian walked to the center of the tent with the little monster in his arms, and shouted: "Come and see, a rare beast that is rare in a thousand years, as long as a thousand taels of silver, a thousand taels of silver can be touched, take a look, and don't miss it when you pass by." ”

There was a shouting and invective sound in the tent, and suddenly a stinky shoe flew out of the tent, which hit Zhang Zhitian in the face. Zhang Zhitian vomited in disgust, and the little monster screamed when he saw this, but his cry was a little cheerful. Then there was a sound of breaking the air, Zhang Zhitian knew that there was another hidden weapon, so he hurriedly closed his eyes and raised the little monster thorn to resist. Sure enough, one after another stinky shoes hit the little monster's face one after another, Zhang Zhitian opened his eyes to see how the "thorn" was, and found that the "thorn" face was swollen, the thorn in the neck also turned into a hard steel needle, and the black and white eyes turned purple, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly threw it on the ground.

The little monster "Thorn" let out a long scream, its hair stood on end, and rushed into the tent at a speed rarely seen by the naked eye, and a long cloud of dust shook up on the ground. After that, there was an undulating cry, the sound of stomping feet up and down, and after a while, several half-naked guardian knights escaped from the camp, took Zhang Zhitian's hand and said: "Shangxian, help, there are monsters。。。。。。 Before he could finish speaking, a mouse-like creature came out after him. It was a "thorn", erecting a spike and piercing it at several guardian knights, and then jumping up and down, hiding in Tibet. Several guardian knights kept circling Zhang Zhitian, but they were still caught up by the "thorns" from time to time, stabbed a few times, and shouted. In the end, "Thorn" was a little angry, and seeing that Zhang Zhitian was in the way, he suddenly stopped and charged at Zhang Zhitian's ankle. Zhang Zhitian was watching the play with a smile, and his heart was secretly refreshed, finally someone avenged himself, who would have thought about it, but he made such a big change, he hurriedly picked up his feet and shouted pain, and angrily kicked the little monster "Thorn", but the result was。。。。。。。。

Zhang Zhitian rushed into the distance with a puff of smoke, followed by a small monster as high as a palm. The little monster cried out angrily, as if telling everyone to die. Until they disappeared into the distant horizon, a man and a beast were gone.

To be continued.