Since Kunlun Nu was accustomed to using bows and arrows and broadswords, Long Lin decided to teach him the exercises himself, and at the same time let Cao Hengli teach him literacy, the ancient and new characters of the Longyuan Continent. This made everyone in the small world very envious except for Long Bao.

Perhaps because of his simple mind and strong physique, Kunlun Nu is very adaptable to cultivation, but he is very afraid of reading and writing. Cao Hengli whenever he was tired of studying, he didn't say anything, and picking up a Sen Luo Ji was a stormy fight... Seeing that Hu Wangcai and the others were shocked, but when they saw the Kunlun slave who was beaten every time he was beaten, he slowly got up from the ground, shook his body and wiped his face, and took a mouthful of blood foam, and seemed to be fine, and he couldn't help but sigh: "This barbarian can really hold on!"

Strange to say, since he could write the two sentences "The mountains have trees and trees have branches, and the heart is happy and the king does not know", his interest in literacy has suddenly increased and he has become much more conscious.

A month later, Kunlun Nu wanted to go back to the tribe to see. As a result, he found that the tribe no longer existed, because the king's dragon wildebeest was lost, all the men, women, and children of the tribe were taken away, the old ones were beheaded, and the young and middle-aged were sold everywhere... After shooting and killing several of the Guards and rescuing two of his tribesmen who were being beaten, he was soon rounded up by a large army.

Long Lin didn't plan to intervene, but only watched incognito from a distance, watching how his widened bloodline burst out with amazing power, constantly slashing the incoming enemies like water, and when he saw some arrows shot at Kunlunnu's vital parts breaking through the air, and the other party could not avoid it, he stretched out his index finger and tapped it away, leading the arrow away.

The corpses around Kunlun Nu continued to pile up, and blood stained the rocks and grass red. He was covered in blood, he had been hit by several arrows in his legs, and he had begun to stand with difficulty, the arrows in his quiver had long since been exhausted, the blade had been curled, and his young and handsome face had become violent, hideous, and twisted, like a desperate beast hunted and prey.

A general on a fiery red dragon horned horse looked at him with a look of horror and appreciation. He raised his right palm to signal that the attack was temporarily stopped, and asked one of his subordinates to shout loudly to Kunlunnu, expressing his pity for his invincibility, and he could intercede with the king, pardon Kunlunnu's capital crimes, and as long as the other party surrendered, he was willing to serve the country.

Kunlun Nu stretched out a bloody hand and wiped the same bloody face with difficulty, as if he lowered his head and thought for a moment, but Long Lin knew that he was just trying to get a respite, and sure enough, when the archers raised their bows and arrows like rain again, he smiled, shook his head, stretched out two fingers and said, "Five hundred and twenty-six, two less..."

Everyone was dumbfounded, and he added with a smile: "You killed five hundred and twenty-eight of my clansmen. ”

The night is getting darker. There was a faint layer of brilliance around Kunlun Nu's body, as if the moonlight had plated an extra layer of silver quills on him. Although only Long Lin's eyes could see it, this layer of light like mist never dissipated; As soon as some of the weaker arrows touched the mist, the arrows exploded like dry mud on a solid stone wall. In this halo, he was like a god.

The general's face sank, and his vertical palm slowly slashed down.

A broken and deformed broadsword roared through the rainstorm of arrows, breaking the necks of two archers, and the head spurted by the raging neck blood was like a gourd struggling on the water, floating in the air strangely for a while, before rolling down, accompanied by the roar of Kunlun Nu: "Five hundred and twenty-eight ---!"

At the same time, a huge gray cloud hung over the hillside where Kunlun Nu stood, drifting down very slowly, but in the blink of an eye, Kunlun Nu was gone.

Long Lin asked Su Ningxin to take him back with Nian Yunluo.

After returning to the small world, Kunlun Nu was in a coma for a long time. His injuries didn't seem to Long Lin to be nothing, but he also knew that it would take him that long to sever his attachment to the tribe, or to this mortal world. He already knew that the disappearance of the dragon wildebeest was related to the dragon landing and them, but he had no resentment in his heart. The world is a man, humble as dust. Because of this misfortune, he got rid of the fate of being trampled and buried.

The death and sinking of so many people seems to be just for the sake of fulfilling him alone.

It made him very confused.

Kunlun Nu woke up and told Long Lin Longbao that he had a mother, but he died when he was very young, he was raised by his clan, and he didn't know who his father was, but this was not unusual, most of them only knew that they had mothers, but not fathers. This made Cao Hengli and Cui Rutie very surprised: the barbarians are truly incredible.

He found that not only could he break his wrists but also break Zixie, but even the pair of little girls from the Kingdom of Jialuo, Mo Jiangzhu and Mo Lujue, could easily defeat him: one could spray him with fire, and the other could spit out his whole body of water. Su Ningxin, a beautiful girl with braided hair, could knock him down in minutes. Her endless whips are simply more terrible than tens of thousands of poisonous snake letters.

All this aroused his great competitive spirit.

Long Lin asked him several times about Emma, but he was a little incomprehensible, and even for Emma's appearance, he only described it as "like the sun that has just risen on the Zokur steppe". Looking at the confused look in his eyes, Long Lin knew that he didn't mean to hide anything.

And Kunlunnu's explanation for this is that he has been sick for a few months, and the high fever does not go away, and his brain is burned.

He said he didn't believe he would forget anything about Emma.

How is this possible.

Long Lin used the golden needle to probe the blood veins and qi apertures around his body, and found that there was a very faint but familiar aura in his body. The breath was like moonlight, bright, holy, soft, and without temperature, and like a rootless water, constantly washing his flesh and bones gently and patiently.

Instead of rushing to treat him for a wound (a terrible wound from a spear), Long Lin made a special healing charm and applied it to it, and after a few days, removed it. The runes did not change color, showing that they were not poisonous, but only adsorbed dozens of shimmering particles, so small that even the dragon treasure could not be seen, as if it was a distant starlight hidden behind the thick clouds.

Despite their faint appearances, Long Lin felt that they contained some kind of sacred and majestic aura.

Long Lin spat out a small golden heart purple flame and carefully baked the talisman at a distance. The rune paper was quickly baked, but the dozens of small particles like stardust were suspended, gradually gathering together, gradually merging, and atomizing, forming a delicate and lovely "white cloud", standing on Long Lin's fingertips.

Kunlun Nu's eyes widened.

"What is this?" asked Long Bao, feeling that the white cloud had some indescribable intimacy.

Long Lin still went to consult the mocking wind.

Mocking Wind cautiously picked up this incredibly light and extremely condensed white cloud, stared at it for a moment, and said: "This should be the Rising Light of the Protoss, made by Cai Yuehua and refining the benevolent heart stone of the Medical Divine Star, the most pure and peaceful, it is a divine skill that the medical officers have, and it can heal wounds." ”

"Seeing more light?"

"Yes. Knowing that this white cloud was taken from Kunlun Nu's body, he glanced at the other party, and there was a kind meaning in his eyes.

Emma turned out to be a Protoss? Long Lin heard the sound of waves in the sea of his own knowledge.

Why did she use such a strange way to forcibly pour more light into Kunlun Nu's body to widen his muscles and veins, instead of guiding him to cultivate? This kind of barbaric and rude ---or passionate and rude --- way would probably kill him.

Luckily, he carried it.

But if he hadn't met him, he would have been just a strong man pulling out the weeping willows. Long Lin thought, why did Emma do that?

According to Kunlunnu's recollection, he once asked Emma if she would like to be with him forever, and Emma looked at the sunset that had been pierced by the branches of a huge neem tree, her face was full of glow, and her long hair fluttered back, shining in the afterglow, and she said, "When you are strong enough, we will meet again." ”

Kunlun Nu said that he was a little angry at the time because Emma seemed to think that he, the first warrior of the Zhokur tribe, was still weak.

Mocking Wind said to him gently: "She is a goddess, of course she will think you are weak. ”

"God... Female...?" Kunlun Nu was stupefied. Like Emma, Mock Wind speaks a strange language, but he understands it perfectly.

At that moment, he actually believed.

"Why did Emma see more and more light, could she be a doctor in the divine realm?" asked Long Lin. The medical officer of the Divine Realm appeared in the Fengqi Continent? No matter how you look at it, this thing is incredible.

"I guess so. Mocking Wind also fell into some kind of contemplation.

Cui Rutie refined a bow and a knife for Kunlun Nu. The bow body and arrow shaft are taken from the Fusang wood in the small world, the bowstring is the last rhino tendon, and the arrow made of dark iron is attached to a subtle water-repellent array, and the magic weapon of the idle water attribute cannot be blocked, it is a big bow with a fire attribute. Long Lin tried to pull the bowstring, and the rhino string showed a red light and shadow in the void, as if hundreds of bowstrings had been pulled apart in an instant, or a piece of sunset was evenly cut by the transparent silk thread of the Weaver Girl... Reflecting the bow-wielding man, he is as brilliant as a god.

Long Bao praised: "Lao Cui's craftsmanship is getting more and more dazzling!"

The broadsword is an attempt by Cui Rutie, adding a certain amount of black magic stones, blue magic stones, and purple magic stones to the black iron according to the proportion of black slaughter. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, the magic stone could never be as integrated as the black slaughter, and the black and heavy blade had golden-brown circles of different sizes, a tortoiseshell-like mottled color.

Long Lin also tried it, and he could easily cut through a spirit stone, such as cutting carrion. Not bad.

Kunlun Nu was overjoyed. But then it was embarrassing: he couldn't pull the bow at all, and he couldn't lift the broadsword at all.

Cui Rutie explained casually: "I can't always give you a refining weapon, this bow and knife is enough for you to use for hundreds of years." ”