"I have indeed learned a lot in the Northern Tang family over the years, but most of what my father taught me back then was mainly attacking, supplemented by defense. Sanskrit said calmly.

"That's right, whether it is the Northern Tang family or the fifth, they have served in the Ministry of Military Affairs for hundreds of years, although both offense and defense are the way to use troops, but the spiritual power of the main general is irreplaceable for non-strong breakthroughs, which is also a loophole that my grandfather has tried to break for many years. ”

"Loophole?" Sanskrit was puzzled.

"Xiaoyin, let's not talk about the spiritual method of the Northern Tang family for the time being, the ancestors of our fifth family are all respectful of attack, and in the end, they are scattered. It's not that we are not good at spiritual law, but that we are not good at employing people, and our reserves are empty. Saying this, Leng Che's eyes revealed a sad color, and he continued, "You told me before that the reason why you are not as tall as the rest of the Fifth Family is because you were chased by spirits when you were young, and you fought for four days and four nights in a row, and your body was overwhelmed, and your internal friction was extremely great, which caused your own growth to be affected even if you recovered. ”

"It was told to me by a friend of my soul, and she said that I have serious internal friction and must be well regulated," Sanskrit Yin was a little ashamed, cleared his throat, and said with a straight face, "However, you see that I have already recovered, although I am not very tall, but I am not short." "Fanyin wants to win back a city from his uncle.

Sure enough, as she expected, the uncle looked at her again with disgust without hesitation, as if to say: Really dragging the fifth family back. The people of the fifth family are handsome, and they are already well-known in Jiuxiao back then, the men are handsome and tall, and the women are handsome and bright. Leng Che obviously cares about this honor, and even Leng Yi is usually quite satisfied with his appearance.

Fanyin gritted her teeth and turned the topic: "This uncle is not important!"

"Well, it's good for girls to be dexterous. Leng Che seemed to be comforting himself, and he didn't care about Sanskrit at all.

"Uncle......" Sanskrit lowered his voice and squeezed two words out of his throat.

"Xiaoyin, have you ever thought that if your father didn't go to fight with the spirit at that time, but retreated with you?" Leng Che took this sentence without turning around.

Although Fanyin was a little surprised, her originally dull mood was broken by her uncle talking about her height halfway, and she seriously thought about what her uncle said.

"It's naturally good to retreat together, but," Fanyin looked at her uncle with a deep look in her eyes, shaking her head.

"But no one can stop the spirit's onslaught, can they?"

"Yes. Sanskrit nodded affirmatively.

"That's the result of our lack of defending. If we are fighting alone, if our personal strength allows, it is naturally the best policy to repel the enemy, but what if we are inferior to the enemy? What if we do not act individually, but have people to cover? Just like when you need to cover the evacuation of a large number of villagers, but there are not enough people?"

Leng Che's series of rhetorical questions made Fanyin unable to find a reasonable solution.

"In addition to fighting hard and waiting for death, we must save ourselves. In the face of such a tricky situation, the attack failed, the troops were in danger, and the line of life and death, what do we need besides the sharp blade in our hands?"

"Shield. Sanskrit replied.

"That's right, it's the shield. Have you ever wondered why we don't make a shield since we can turn ice into a blade?" Leng Che had a smile in his eyes, and the smile was cold, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

"Uncle, it's not difficult to make a shield, but our ice is not as tough, far less hard than the shield made by the soul caster, isn't it superfluous for us to do this?

There are generally two types of weapons created by soul casters: one is a cold weapon that cannot be transformed, such as a short dagger and a blade. One is a spirit weapon that can be transformed, such as the heavy sword of Sanskrit, which is usually carried with you, and then changes to its actual size when it is used, which requires medium conversion.

"The reason why you say this is because your family's spiritual method has not yet reached the fire, and you think that no matter how strong ice is, it is fragile and easy to break," Leng Che smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said unhurriedly, "When I finish teaching, you can watch it again." ”

In the mountains for a long time, although the deep mountain is extremely cold, but because of the abundant spiritual power, Sanskrit Yin did not feel any discomfort, but looking at the uncle on the side, he always felt that he seemed to be like a fish in water in this environment, and his spiritual power was even more open, not decreasing but increasing.

Fanyin wondered, and said coldly: "What, do you see the difference between you and me?"

"Well," Sanskrit replied vaguely, and then quickly shook his head, "No, no, I still don't understand how my uncle did it." ”

Leng Che smiled and said, "Since you know that our spiritual power is born with the characteristic of water cold, why don't you try to use it to make it compatible with the body?"

Leng Che stretched out his arm, opened his palm, and motioned for Sanskrit to reach over. The moment Fanyin held Leng Zhi's palm with his hand, he suddenly shuddered. His palms were cold, far less warm and soft than hers. She looked at Leng Che strangely and asked, "Uncle, why are you so cold?"

Leng Che smiled: "Your method of keeping out the cold is to urge spiritual power, and I am more than instinctive. ”

"Instinct?"

"Your instinct and mine are to practice our spiritual power characteristics all the time, so that our ability to control the bitter cold is at ease. Just like now, in this cold situation, my body's reaction is an instinct, and I don't use any spiritual power, my body temperature naturally drops, and my internal friction decreases, which is naturally compatible with the low temperature environment, but I am very refreshed. ”

She looked at her uncle excitedly, as if she had seen a delicious black cloth cake, which was a kind of dessert cake that Fan Yin liked, and the only kind of sweet she liked.

"Are you hungry?" Leng Che squinted at Fanyin.

"A little," Sanskrit replied, and immediately changed his words, "No, no, no, no, I just want my uncle to quickly teach me such a powerful skill." Sanskrit's slightly exaggerated expression showed a slap on the back.

"I just said a few words to you, you are so excited, think about it, you haven't learned any good skills in the Northern Tang family, who taught you the spiritual method before?" Leng Che was very useful in his heart, and hurriedly took the opportunity to suppress the very high status of the Northern Tang Dynasty in the heart of Sanskrit.

Fanyin's mind quickly turned around, and he explained very calmly: "I usually practice by myself, uncle, I only occasionally ask for advice from the Northern Tang Dynasty, which is now the son of Uncle Beitang Muren of the Dongling Military and Political Department, and he will guide me in some spiritual methods." Fanyin thinks that what she is saying now is very honest and unreserved, and she really only occasionally asks for advice from the Northern Tang Dynasty.

"In this way, that proves that my little niece is extremely talented, a hundred times stronger than your brother! It is not easy to cultivate the spiritual method to the current realm!" Leng Che was very happy with Sanskrit's performance, and felt that it was to add glory to his face. "Wait, the Northern Tang Beiming you are talking about is the son of Northern Tang Muren, right, how old is he this year?"

"Seventeen. Sanskrit still replied calmly, his eyes honestly looking at Leng Che, blinking.

"Seventeen ......" Leng Che nodded, then immediately reacted, looked at Fanyin, and said loudly, "Seventeen! He is two years younger than you!