He Laodao looked at the pig in front of him, his face was colorful, ever-changing, and quite strange, but he was not standing here watching the pig act. He handed out his pen again, poking at the raised pig's trotter.

Zhuang Yi was poked back to his senses, looked at the pen with a small eye, and then looked at the photos and papers of the underworld stone on the ground, and suddenly became furious: Write, write, write! Write a fart! Lao Tzu is going to be a pig for the rest of his life! Write you!

He opened the pen in He Laodao's hand with one paw, and then kicked the paper on the ground again.

He Laodao rescued his Polaroid photo: "You are suddenly crazy!" ”

Zhuang Yi looked at He Laodao and lifted the wooden table again.

Seeing a few full of stygian stones falling to the ground, He Laodao was also angry: "You muddy pig!" ”

After saying that, he was about to draw his peachwood sword. Zhuang Yi directly made a pig arch, flew He Laodao arch to the ground, stepped on his head and ran out.

So such a scene can be seen in the snow at the east end of Qijiazhai: a big fat pig is running with hooves in front, and an old man with a bun is chasing after him with a peachwood sword in the rear.

"Muddy pig! Dead three fat! Give me back! ”

A fat pig of more than 700 pounds or an old man in his eighties, which one runs faster?

It turned out to be an eighty-something old man.

Zhuang Yi said that if it weren't for his stomach being bloated to death, He Laodao would not have been able to catch up with him. Now that a person and a pig are lying in the snow panting, Zhuang Yi inadvertently saw the mobile phone exposed in He Laodao's pocket.

Cell phone?! Right! Cell phone! Don't you know the situation over there when you contact my mother!

He got up, took out his mobile phone from He Laodao's body, kicked the flying peachwood sword, and then sat on He Laodao's body to block his sight, and began to poke text messages. Fortunately, He Laodao used an old man's machine with a big ringtone and big buttons, and it was much better to start a text message than to smash a walnut machine.

"Mom, what's wrong with me now!"

He was in a hurry, and his text messages were clueless. Fortunately, my mother didn't take long to return.

"Another ten pounds of weight."

Zhuang Yi is overjoyed! His body was not burned! It doesn't matter what the reason for not being able to return to the soul is, as long as it is not the body destroyed! Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood, as long as the body is there, sooner or later he will have to wear it back!

He replied to the text message to comfort his mother, picked up his phone and ran to a big rock.

He Laodao has been stunned since the fat pig touched his mobile phone: This muddy pig still plays with his mobile phone!? Seeing the fat pig running towards the boulder, he was curious about what it would do next, but he didn't expect this muddy pig to shoot a bear and directly shoot his mobile phone into slag!

"Your grandma's bear!" The old biologist, who had always been Sven, finally couldn't help but burst into foul language.

Holding a fragment of a mobile phone in one hand and a peachwood sword in the other, He Laodao drove Zhuang Yi into the door of the study.

"Quick translation!" He Laodao endured his anger and tied a pen to Zhuang Yi's pig's trotters.

Zhuang Yi snorted twice and drew a peach charm on the paper.

"Chinese! Write me Chinese! It's okay to be simple and complicated, don't write pig language that I can't understand! ”

Zhuang Yi tilted his head and pretended to be confused.

"Don't pretend to be stupid! You just texted! If you don't use your pen, I'll poke you in the ass every dozen! He Lao Dao raised the peachwood sword in his hand, "One, two, ......"

Zhuang Yi glanced at the sword carefully, gave up resistance before He Laodao reported "ten", and obediently translated it on paper.

Damn, if I translate it all, what if He Laodao will immediately dissect my body?

He slowly wrote and delayed time while his head was spinning, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the "Complete Works of Jin Yong" in the corner of the bookcase, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: When Duan Yu was coerced by Gu Mozhi to write "Six Veins Divine Sword Sword Spectrum", he reversed the order of true and false and scribbled, and also made Gu Mozhi over, why don't I learn from Duan Gongzi of Dali? If He Laodao is going to be unfavorable to me after the translation, I can still have a hidden secret trick as a talisman.

At that moment, Zhuang Yi calmly started writing, calmed down, and made a few nonsense according to the "Book of the Dead", and a few nonsense according to "Jade Record". There are sentences from these two books in the text, and the truth or falsehood cannot be revealed by He Laodao.

The Scripts are a kind of writing that can only be understood by oneself and cannot be taught to others, and not a single word is repeated throughout the Texts that he has come into contact with. He couldn't explain the subtleties of it, and if he had to say it, it was not a kind of knowledge that could be learned through guò, but an innate imprint that was deeply embedded in the soul.

After finishing the scribbling, he put down his pen, beware of He Laodao's difficulty, but He Laodao was ecstatic, took the translation and sat down in front of the old wooden desk, and his back to him was not at all.

Zhuang Yi was stunned, according to the normal trend of the novel, shouldn't He Laodao cross the river and tear down the bridge now, throw him when he runs out, and cut him with a knife? At the very least, we should catch him and take him on a tour of the world of biology! As a pig who can write and translate Murphy, don't you have the slightest interest as a biologist?

After staying in the study for half an hour, He Laodao showed no signs of leaving the desk, and Zhuang Yi gave up completely. He felt a little disappointed, he thought he could wear it, at least differently. But in He Laodao's eyes, it doesn't seem to be a big deal.

However, before he reached the big iron gate, his stomach was so swollen that his eyes suddenly turned black, and his feet were limp and fell to the ground. He hurriedly followed what Yun Qi said, trying to truly transform Qi into a spirit body. Qi walks the seven chakras, the meridians of the whole body, the spirit body is like a spark meets the wind, the right amount will burn, too strong will be extinguished, he tried his best to carefully control the amount of Qi. Time passed, the spirit body brightened with Cheng Dù, which was visible to the naked eye, and the qi in his stomach and abdomen also disappeared a lot, and he opened his eyes, only to see He Laodao standing in front of him looking at him.

He was shocked in his heart, and he got up on guard, but He Laodao waved his hand: "Don't worry, the pig will concentrate and the pig will write text messages, in my eyes are almost the same, although it is weird, but I have not seen anything more weird than this." I said I'd help you keep it a secret, and I'll do it. However, if there are any more stone texts in the future, you will have to come and help me translate them. ”

It's better than a feud. Zhuang Yi nodded.

"Don't smash my phone again!" He Laodao waved the peachwood sword and said viciously.

Zhuang Yi shrunk his neck and nodded.

In the next few days, Zhuang Yi continued to strengthen the spirit body. Qi Yuan continued to enter the spirit body, and his stomach swelled a lot, this feeling was like a secret for half a month, and suddenly pulled out a big bubble of, which was so refreshing that he felt comfortable all over his body, and wanted to lead his neck to sing.

Inspired by this, in addition to strengthening the spirit body, he also practiced flying needles diligently. The flying needle is the materialization of Qi, and it can also channel a part of Qi out of the body. Under the crazy practice, his "Xiaozhuang Flying Needle" is becoming more and more proficient, and the power is becoming more and more powerful. In "Fullmetal Alchemist", Edward wiped out the steel hand and still needed to refine it into a formation, and he didn't even need to refine it into a formation. He was ready to work harder to get the triangular stabbing with blood troughs on three sides.

If there is a deficiency, it is that both the flying needle and the steel thorn can only last for a few minutes, and at most for ten minutes, and immediately turn into a cloud of qi and dust.

As for the spirit repair technique, he also studied it carefully for several days, and given that this awesome but awkward repair technique could only repair the dying soul, he couldn't find the guinea pig, so he had to give up. He is most concerned about how to go back, the spirit body has no black spots, but he is still on the pig, it seems that the rules of the soul piercing game have changed this time, and what the new rules are still need to be explored.

With He Laodao's emphasis on the Stylistic Stones, he could almost conclude that the treasures of Zhang Xianzhong that He Laodao had been searching for were actually closely related to these Stygian Stones. If the legend that Qi Yueshan hid Zhang Xianzhong's treasure was really true, he felt that he should take the initiative.

During this time, he tried his best to strengthen his strength, and then entered Qiyue Mountain to find the soul core and the Stygian Stone.

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