Daxi Changru is a person who is not good at talking, and along the way, Li Xian asked him ten words, and Daxi Changru sometimes didn't even answer a word. And Li Xian didn't seem to mind, and he didn't know if he was chattering with Daxi Changru or talking to himself.

After the Xi tribe bought supplies, the Blood Rider didn't stay too long before starting to hit the road again. After a long journey, although Li Xian said that he repeatedly said that he was in a hurry to reach his destination, Daxi Changru still marched according to the original plan. Li Xian actually knew why this was so he didn't worry, marching from a long distance, even if the blood rider didn't cherish himself, he had to cherish the horsepower. If there are enough spare horses, I believe that the speed will be greatly improved. He urged only because he really didn't want his mouth to be idle. Although his name is Li Xian, he is actually a person who likes to make himself look busy.

The journey is boring, and if the companion is still a dull person, it is even more boring. If his companion was one hundred and five dull people, if Li Xian himself didn't say a few more words, he was afraid that he would become as taciturn as a blood horseman. It is said that those who are close to ink are black, and Li Xian doesn't know if he will be infected into a mute by those more than 100 pseudo-mutes. But Li Xian believes that those who are close to pigs stink, and he must try to make Daxi Changru more lively.

Finally, when Daxi Changru couldn't bear Li Xian's nonsense, he untied the horizontal knife on his waist and handed it to Li Xian: "If you're really bored, practice drawing the knife." ”

"Draw a knife?"

Li Xian frowned and took the horizontal knife and weighed it in his hand. Li Xian was a weapon lover in his first life, especially knives. He once bought a Tang knife online, which was one hundred and two centimeters long, with a blade of seventy-five centimeters and a handle of twenty-seven centimeters, but the weight of the knife was very light. The Da Sui horizontal knife handed to him by Daxi Changru was slightly shorter, but it was far heavier than the modern imitation. The nearly one-meter-long horizontal knife was held in Li Xian's hand, and the comparison with his figure looked a little outrageous. After all, he was a boy who had only turned eleven years old, and his height barely reached more than 1.5 meters.

Pulling out the horizontal knife, Li Xian gestured and asked, "Draw the knife?" Isn't that so? ”

Daxi Changru smiled rarely, and the smile on his indifferent face looked very comfortable, a little bit of a warm spring, but the next words made Li Xian fall into an ice cave.

"Very well, that's it, draw the knife a thousand times a day from today?"

"Why? A thousand times, don't you think it's a little more? ”

"Twelve hundred times!"

"Well, a thousand times."

"Fifteen hundred!"

Li Xian roared: "I have accepted it, a thousand times!" ”

Daxi Changru shook his head: "If you say another word, you will draw the knife two thousand times a day." ”

The horizontal knife is a two-handed knife, and it does not seem awkward to use it on land, but it is actually a little difficult to sit on horseback and draw the knife because of the constraints of space. Li Xian's arms are short and the blade is long, if you want to pull out the horizontal knife, you must lean back as much as possible, in this way, if he pulls out the knife a thousand times, not only his arm will suffer, but even his small tender waist will be implicated.

From morning to noon, Li Xian completed 600 knife draws. It doesn't sound like much of a difficult task, but riding on a horse's back and drawing the knife six hundred times is a torture thing to do. His arm became heavier and heavier, and when Daxi Changru ordered to rest and prepare for lunch, Li Xian's knife drawing was already more than five times slower than at the beginning.

The Blood Riders spontaneously divided into several teams, and the two squads went out to patrol and guard in all directions. The others dismounted to gather dry wood and light a fire, and then set up and roasted the wild animals they had shot along the way.

Li Xian gritted his teeth and put the horizontal knife into the sheath, and then jumped down from the horse with difficulty. The pain in my arm was unbearable, as if there were 10,000 ants clinging to my bones and gnawing at them.

"Six hundred and one times."

Daxi Changru looked at Li Xian and said expressionlessly.

Li Xian gritted his teeth and rubbed his arm while complaining: "It was so intense at the beginning, isn't the cultivation gradual?" ”

Daxi Changru said with a straight face: "I mean you haven't finished it yet, and there are still eight hundred and ninety-nine times left. ”

He walked over to the fire, and as he went, he said, "If you can't finish it, you won't have to eat lunch." If you haven't done 1,500 draws by the evening, don't eat dinner. If you still haven't finished before going to bed, then ...... You won't have to sleep. ”

Daxi Changru turned around, looked at Li Xian and said, "But we won't wait for you, we will still be on the road early tomorrow morning." ”

Li Xian gritted his teeth, and finally swallowed the words of greeting the eighth generation ancestor of Daxi Changru back into his stomach. He endured the pain like scraping bones, and slowly pulled out the horizontal knife on his waist, the horizontal knife weighing several catties was like hundreds of catties at this time, and his hand was almost unable to grasp it. In this way, Li Xian drew the knife more than a dozen times with difficulty, and his body was already soaked with sweat.

Daxi Changru skillfully skinned a hare, and then pierced it with an iron drill and put it on the fire. After doing this, he shouted to Li Xian: "When I said that you should draw the sword, I drew the knife on horseback, not standing like this." So these thirteen times don't count. ”

The corners of Li Xian's mouth had been bitten by him, but he didn't say anything, and walked to the black non-purebred Bo Tawu without saying a word, and climbed onto the horse with difficulty with trembling.

The sun shone straight down on the young man who could no longer straighten his waist on horseback. It seems that Li Xian has forgotten how many times he has drawn his knife, he just repeats that action mechanically. When he felt that it was getting darker and darker in front of him, someone suddenly touched his body and pulled him back from the brink of fainting.

Daxi Changru handed Li Xian a water bag: "You can't eat rice, but water must be drunk." If you don't drink a sip of water, I can't guarantee that you won't survive today. I remember I told you that in the future, fifteen hundred times a day, every day. ”

Li Xian wanted to raise his hand to take the water bag, but found that his arm had completely disobeyed the command of his brain. He tried a few times, but he couldn't touch the hydration bag at all. It's not that he's dazzled, it's that his hands have lost their sense of direction. Daxi Changru raised the water bag and handed it to Li Xian's mouth, Li Xian leaned down and held it, when a mouthful of clear water with a sweet taste entered his mouth, Li Xian even had an illusion that this was the legendary Qiong Yao wine.

Drinking half a bag of water in one go, he was greedy like a hungry little beast finally touching his mother's nipple, and all the ** was demanding.

"How many times are you missing?"

"Seven hundred and ninety."

Daxi Changru put away the water bag, and then took out a roasted golden hare hind leg like a trick and shook it in front of Li Xian's nose. Li Xian's vision was blurry, and he didn't even know what he was thinking in his head, or he didn't think about anything at all, but when he smelled the tempting fragrance, he still subconsciously opened his mouth and bit out.

There was a click, and the teeth slammed together.

Daxi Changru stuffed the rabbit meat into his mouth and tore off a piece, chewing it very comfortably: "Smell it for you, it's already an exception." ”

Li Xian opened his mouth and smiled: "You dare to ...... Another exception? ”

Daxi Changru laughed and said, "In a little while, we will continue on the road, and before the day falls, we must rush to a nameless small lake forty miles away to camp." Good luck and hope you have some sleep tonight. ”

Li Xian pursed his lips: "I'll just say...... Near Zhu Zhechi, you have a lot of words today! ”

Daxi Changru was stunned, frowned and thought for a while, and then walked away without saying a word.

Li Xian, who looked like he might fall off his horse at any moment, could still look up to the sky and laugh, as proud as a rooster that had won. He looks like he can be described in two words, and that's smugness. If you have to reduce it to one word, it's cheap.

After the blood rider rested, he continued on the road, and it was not difficult to rush forty miles in the afternoon with the quality of the blood rider. But for Li Xian, this is an absolute torment. He had to keep drawing his knife mechanically, and he had to try to keep his body steady so that he wouldn't fall off his horse. Although Li Xian has been riding bareback horses since he was six years old, he can control the direction of the horse with only his legs. However, now Li Xian can't even feel his legs, how can he ensure that the legs of the dark horse are not crooked?

Fortunately, the horse is an animal with a strong following surname. His black horse would not fall behind after the blood horse, but Li Xian had already fallen four times.

Daxi Changru once again lifted Li Xian up like a chicken and put it on the back of a black horse, and then reminded Li Xian in his ear: "There are still four hundred and three times." ”

The team rushed to camp by the nameless lake before Luoyue, at this time Li Xian was completely like a robot who had lost his mind, his arms had already lost consciousness, as if it was not him who was drawing the knife at all, Li Xian even had the illusion that he was watching a performance.

The brigade of the Blood Cavalry led the Iron Fang Wolf to arrange for the cavalry to camp and then walked to Daxi Changru's side, looking at the young man who was staggering on the black horse and might fall off for the ninth time at any time, he exclaimed: "At his age, it is already very good to have such perseverance. ”

Daxi Changru glared at the iron fang wolf and said, "Not bad? Just those two words? Can you find another eleven-year-old who can hold on to his kind of person? ”

The Iron Wolf thought for a moment, "No. ”

He said seriously: "If you force him to practice like this at Chao Qiuge's age, he will definitely try his best to escape." If it were the East, he would have knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, and then pretended to pass out. If it was Dugu Ruizhi, he would definitely be willing to poison himself, so poisonous that he foamed at the mouth. Blood rides four tigers, no one can compare to him at that age. ”

Daxi Changru didn't ask the iron wolf why he didn't talk about himself, because Daxi Changru knew that if he was replaced by an iron wolf, he might not be better than Li Xian, but he would definitely stick to it. A child who is raised by wolf milk will always be more ruthless than others. Be ruthless to your enemies and be ruthless to yourself.

Daxi Changru looked at Li Xian, and he sighed in his heart, even if you are not the reincarnation of a true dragon, you must be some kind of demon reincarnation.

What kind of demon is Li Xian?

Certainly not a shemale, but ...... He may really be a demon.

ps: The new book list is a very painful place, and frankly speaking, the unclean means must be on the list faster than the clean ones. The day of the 20,000-word Ming was violently killed to the seventh on the new book list, I don't believe it myself. Many people know what happened later, so I won't mention it anymore, but I can only say that it is a very unpleasant list. So Jiang Ming doesn't plan to hit the list, doesn't advertise, and has no other means, the clicks are very clean, and I feel at ease. When Emperor Xuan opened the book, there were only a few clicks a day, a dozen, dozens, hundreds, and later, it was said that about 5,000 clicks increased little by little, relying on the support of all of you. Emperor's grades are clean, so I want to keep it clean. The new book list is a pain in the eye, so it doesn't matter if it's not on the list. Jiang Ming is still very thin, so he doesn't ask for a red ticket for the time being, just leave it to the author he likes. I only ask for a collection, if there is still a vacant space on everyone's bookshelf, I hope to leave a place for Jiang Ming. Thank you all and thank you from the bottom of my heart.