Zhao Li put down the food in his hand, sat on the stone, and forced himself to think.

The dream was not perfect, or rather, only a part of Hirokata's memories, and these memories did not affect his self-perception, but were stored in his brain like an article or documentary he had seen.

He thought about it with his eyes closed, his face getting more and more ugly

The place where he was was supposed to be a forbidden area for children to approach, in order to prevent children from sneaking in, or rather, to prevent the people inside from escaping, there were always seven samurai guarding outside, and every fourteen days, almost twelve hours, changing shifts.

Moreover, the location of this place is still in the center of the tribe.

Not far away is the enclosure where the samurai trained.

That Nangong is the leader who trains the samurai.

Zhao Li dipped in some water, drew on the stone, and then subconsciously wrote an explanation.

After a moment of silence, he erased it.

The habits of high school continued into college and did not change after that.

I wrote a new one with water marks, and then wrote something while thinking about it to organize my thoughts, and I didn't have to look at it, but through the act of writing, I slowed down the thinking speed in my brain and forced myself to think slowly and seriously.

It's in the heart of the city.

There are many powerful samurai in the vicinity.

Zhao Li thought about it, and threw away the way of walking a tightrope with the help of Hongfang's memory to say that he was favored by God. The most likely way to survive is to at least kill the guards and change into their clothes. Then take advantage of the night to sneak out with food.

But in Hirokata's memory, these samurai were able to fight in the wolf pack and come back with food.

And judging from the fact that these people are likely to act in pairs, and if they want to run out, even if they attack and overturn one, they must face a samurai with the ability to fight against wild wolves, and knock him down before alarming others.

Zhao Li's movements stopped for a long time and withdrew his fingers.

On both paths, the solution is extremely harsh, he pressed his eyebrows, and muttered to himself:

"It seems that I still have to look at the picture scroll......"

Judging from the things on the painting, what was left in the picture scroll was a deep memory picture, one of the lines of words, was the part that was impressive in his past, and there were two lines of words left, following the real dream to push backwards, one of which should belong to Hongfang, and there should be more memories of Hongfang under it.

And Hirokata's father is a fierce samurai in this tribe.

Therefore, in that picture scroll, there may be his father teaching Hongfang how to exercise his body.

As for how to enter that space, ruling out the possibility that it was just fantasy and accident, then as long as the previous state is reproduced, there is a high possibility to enter again, Zhao Li lay on his side on the stone, closed his eyes, and his breathing became smooth, because of mental exhaustion and physical weakness, he quickly fell asleep.

In the dream, he opened his eyes.

There was a quiet pure white in front of me, and I turned my head, and 'below' this place, 'myself' was lying on the stone, breathing slowly, and falling into a deep sleep.

"Sure enough......"

"Is this world based on dreams, or is it that when the soul enters it, the body falls into a deep sleep?"

Zhao Li speculated a little, walked to the side of the scroll, and reached out to hold the painting.

As just now, the streamer disappeared, and on the pure white scroll, three lines of words appeared, two of which were flashing with streamers, Zhao Li stretched out his hand and clicked on one of them, and the line of words collapsed in an instant, and then a picture appeared.

A tall samurai with a bronze sword, a roaring beast, and a gentle woman.

Many of them were gone, except for the samurai and the roaring beast.

The height of the samurai is just ordinary, but his eyes are calm, and the muscles on his body are not prominent, but they give people a feeling of steel watering, Zhao Li has seen Hongfang's dream, which is his father.

A fierce samurai in Hirokata's memory.

How can I read my memories next? Dreaming?

As if sensing Zhao Li's consciousness, the picture began to change, and the warrior's eyes appeared with a smart color, and he slowly spoke: "Next, I will teach you the sword techniques passed down from your ancestors, you have to learn them well." ”

He held the knife in both hands, leaned slightly, and slashed out with a movement that slowed down many times.

After a few rehearsals, the movements were slightly paused, and then the knife was re-slashed in a very fast way.

Fierce and domineering, the sword light is cold, so that Zhao Li's breathing can't help but stagnate slightly, and a cold sweat breaks out on his back, but then, this memory is cut off, and then starts from the beginning, obviously, this is the most profound part of Hongfang's memory about cultivation.

Zhao Li sighed.

It was a powerful sword, but it required millions of practices, and it revealed that there did not seem to be a similar method of cultivation in this department, or that it was difficult for ordinary samurai to access.

Connect with the function of Tiger Blood Grass.

Zhao Li was very simple to be able to deduce that the training method of the samurai here should be to exercise the body with various methods, and then use tiger blood grass to enhance metabolism and break through the limits of the body, and there is no doubt that this method will definitely take many years to see the effect.

I only have thirty-two days.

After thirty-two days, it is transformed into a plate of fresh, hot boiled meat, which is then respectfully delivered to the altar of some unknown god.

I don't know if this periodic table is to the taste of that god.

It's not good to have diarrhea after eating.

Zhao Li ruthlessly spit out a bad sentence of himself, raised his hand and patted his cheek slightly.

The stinging lifted the spirit, and the eyes regained firmness.

Even if it takes years to be effective, it still has to be practiced, not to mention that in order to make this precious living sacrifice of his own still vigorous and lively after three months, but after a bloody investment, the samurai's tiger blood grass that only has one piece a month was directly added to the meal.

There may be a chance to turn the tables around.

And there is a third line of words, and the first line is a deep place in my memory.

The second line is Hongfang, what is the third line?

Zhao Li was a little curious in his heart, on the picture scroll, the fierce warrior was still practicing sword techniques.

Zhao Li subconsciously reached out and clicked on this picture, and then he laughed a little, this is the mobile phone playing too much, thinking about exiting the interface, so he subconsciously clicked, just because he thought of his hometown and was a little melancholy, a drastic change occurred in the pure white space.

The white light turned into clouds and swept together, tumbling and tumbling.

The whole space was shaking violently because of it.

When those clouds dissipated, a fierce warrior appeared in front of him, his eyes were calm, his arm muscles were raised, as if steel was poured, holding a bronze knife in one hand, he suddenly took a step forward, the knife in his hand seemed to tear the thunder of the clouds in the sky, and slashed down quickly and domineeringly towards Zhao Li in front.

Zhao Li's pupils contracted suddenly, and his heart beat violently.

The mind was slightly lost, and the picture on the scroll collapsed and disappeared.

It was as if the samurai who had slashed the thunder in his hand also disappeared after him—

Several breaths had passed, and Zhao Li exhaled a long breath, his eyes flickering, looking at the names and scrolls on the scroll.

Now it's back to the way it was at the beginning, with three lines of words floating slowly on it.

He slowly clicked on the third line of words, the ink-colored text collapsed, and he was no stranger to the pattern that appeared on the screen, it was a sacred object of tribal sacrifice, a bead like a pupil, which was originally a dim appearance, but when Zhao Li withdrew his hand, it lit up instead.

Zhao Li thought about it and lightly tapped it on the bead.

In the pure white space, that invisible cloud rolled again.

............

Tianqian country, cut the deer city.

"Your Highness Twelve, this is the trophy sent by General Zhou on the front line. ”

"The general said that although it is not a treasure, it is also rare, so let His Highness play with it......"

A bead is placed on top of a jade plate.

There was light flowing from the beads.

It was like an eye.