Pursing his lips, Xiao Yu had no time to pay attention to him.

With the light of the jumping fire on the bonfire, Xiao Yu followed the description of the booklet, held his breath, and began to concentrate on practicing.

If it is said that the original book of mind given by Nangong Ping is like an enlightenment textbook for ignorant children, then the booklet that Ah Tong found is very similar to a decent middle school textbook.

With the foundation of the previous hard training, Xiao Yu cultivated according to this booklet, step by step, without any effort.

Although Ah Tong is stubborn, he is also very knowledgeable.

Seeing that Xiao Yu was concentrating on practicing, he didn't dare to make noise anymore, but ran over quietly, and added firewood several times to the bonfire in front of Xiao Yu very obediently.

Once again, the whole body was relieved, and then he got up, Xiao Yu lightly exhaled a breath of turbidity, feeling that his internal strength was full, and his spirit was excited.

Turning his face, before he knew it, the night had already quietly disappeared. In the cracks of the entire forest, a faint morning light had already quietly leaked out.

After cultivating alone for such a night, Xiao Yu didn't feel a little tired at all, but felt that his body had become a lot lighter.

Stubbornly, Xiao Yu simply threw himself down and easily jumped onto the tops of an old tree nearby.

In the morning light, looking around, there is still a vast dark green round forest sea, I can't see where I am, let alone find a way to go out.

Xiao Yu didn't feel that it was gloomy again.

With his head drooping, Xiao Yu flew back to the ground again, searching around for the noisy little fox from last night.

After turning around for half a circle, Xiao Yu found with a smile that the little guy was guarding a bonfire that was about to be extinguished, with a small body, sleeping soundly over there.

Long eyelashes drooping, a small nose, pink and fair bulging cheeks, and a slightly curly black hair.

If it weren't for seeing him transform with his own eyes yesterday, Ah Tong's current appearance would definitely look like a royal child who had just been lost and lost.

made Xiao Yu's originally cold and hard heart quietly feel a little compassion.

Bending down, Xiao Yu gently pushed him:

"Hey, isn't every little fox so snooze? It's dawn, it's up! ”

Ah Tong suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up lightly:

"Uh, master, no, Ah Tong just dozed off. How did the owner feel after practicing all night? What it says on it, but does it really work? ”

Xiao Yu looked at him coldly, a little puzzled:

"Ah Tong, I feel a little strange. Now that there is such a great secret book here, how come you haven't cultivated enough mental power so far? ”

"No, master." The confusion on Ah Tong's face did not show any pretentiousness at all:

"Don't hide it from the master, Ah Tong has practiced according to what is contained above, I don't know how many times. However, no matter how hard Ah Tong tried, he couldn't condense a trace of mental power. Sometimes, Ah Tong even feels that everything in the world has truth and falsehood. Perhaps, what Ah Tong collected was a fake book, and it is unknown? ”

When Xiao Yu heard this, he couldn't help but cough a few times, and he had nothing to say.

Looking down and thinking about it, I also have some understanding.

In other words, martial arts are the same, each has its own suitability. For example, oranges born in Huainan are oranges, and oranges are born in Huaibei. The leaves are similar, but the taste is different. So what? The water and soil are also different.

In other words, the same book, or a seed, will produce different results when it meets different people, different soils, or different physiques.

The little guy in front of you, or, more suitable, to sit in a corner and create one misty illusion after another, right?

His illusion is not a deadly weapon for most people?!

As for practicing martial arts or something, as far as he is concerned, perhaps, he is not good at all.