In this starless world, instead of the stars and the sun, there are magical flowers called "Amaterasu". Each of them was the size of a dandelion seed, and floated widely and abundantly above the heavens. After a certain period of time, it spreads and converges, thus creating the night and day of the whole world.

Chongyang, a very spectacular and incredible flora in the eyes of travelers, has long been accustomed to the locals. Since the history of this continent, people have formulated a calendar of life and rest based on the activity form of Amaterasu's flowers.

First of all, Amaterasu flowers gather in the daytime and spread out in the night. Secondly, the form formed by the aggregation of Amaterasu flowers changes every five days, so five days is a week.

Again, about five five days, that is, about twenty-five days, the aggregate form of Amaterasu changes to form a cycle, so twenty-five days is a basic month.

Chongyang woke up early this morning, went out to look at the huge swirling light in the sky, and squinted his eyes slightly.

The shape of Amaterasu's agglomeration is exactly the same as the image he saw on his first day here. That is, he has been here for a month in this world.

The vast sky was illuminated by swirling light clusters, and it was a faint azure color. It is said that after five months, the sky turns golden yellow, which means the change of seasons.

Chongyang looked up at the sky for a while, then reached out and touched his right eye.

Until now, the condition has continued to stabilize and the eye sore area has completely subsided. And last night, I meditated overnight and contemplated enlightenment in the temple of the Divine Pupil, and my comprehension of the wheel eye reached a new level, and it was still infinitely close to the realm of the second wheel eye.

He closed his left eye. Tried to re-enable the basic visual magic of the right eye, clairvoyance, farsightedness, and all-round vision, and the results worked very well.

"As long as you don't forcibly use mutant magic, you shouldn't have to worry about getting out of control. He thought to himself.

Although I didn't understand the new wheel eye, my right eye really stabilized, and I eliminated the biggest scruples in my heart. Meantime. The language of this world, as well as the basics, are generally enough to learn from all aspects.

In addition to stabilizing the wheel eye and adapting to the environment, Chongyang also secretly experimented with magic in this world during this time. As a result, the low-level spells were released no different from the original world, but when the large-scale spells were released, the overall difficulty increased somewhat.

There are slight deviations in the speed of chanting spells, the composition of the magic array, the degree of psychics, and the accuracy of control. If these deviations occur alone, they can be counted within the normal margin of error in actual combat in France, but if they all appear together, it is extremely intriguing. Due to the lack of conditions for further investigation, Chongyang was unable to summarize the root causes of these minor deviations, and therefore could not make targeted improvements, but could only accept the fact that large-scale magic was difficult to perform in this world.

But even so, based on the combat power of the swordsman in the town that he observed, he was sure that none of the swordsman-level figures below the swordsman level could be his opponent.

The so-called "swordsman". The lowest level is just beginning to learn swords. A rookie who can make a few basic moves of slashing and stabbing, and then the second, three, four, five, etc. are simply divided into levels according to the strength of the wrist and the speed of swinging the sword, which is similar to the pure samurai of the original world.

A samurai who can't do magic is no different from a child in front of a high-level magician in good condition, and a single instantaneous enchantment magic can block all of their attacks, and a few more fireballs will go down, and even the most muscular man will have to finish playing.

Even if a fifth-class swordsman can train to be steel and iron, he can't withstand bombs, missiles, rockets, and even lasers, right? So this is a comparison without suspense at all.

Jaken, the sheriff known as the strongest swordsman in the town, Chongyang has also seen it a few times, and he has seen with his own eyes the mess of the other party being abused in a competition with Chloe. He had estimated very objectively in his heart that even if he was surrounded by a hundred such samurai, it was not a threat.

It is necessary to take into account the characters above the swordsman level and above the swordsman level.

After Chongyang washed with water in a bucket, Chongyang used the water surface as a mirror to tie a bandage to cover his right eye, and then walked to the backyard of the house.

Houhara is a small orchard, and watering it every morning is already part of his daily routine.

The woods are fragrant and refreshing. Chongyang was holding a bucket in one hand and water in the other, and he had just watered half of the fruit tree, when he heard a faint sound of breaking wind from the other side of the fruit forest.

Whooshing in a short-sleeved cloth robe, Chloe bathed in the morning light, holding a copper-yellow sword in both hands, her expression was extremely focused, and she shot straight ahead again and again, each sword bringing out a sharp whistling that tore through the air. This style is called "Zheng Chop", and it is the most widely circulated and basic sword move in the world. A person who has not slashed 10,000 slashes is not qualified to call himself a sword practitioner at all.

In Chongyang's view. Compared to the novices in the town who are learning swords, or even skilled swordsmen like Jacken, Chloe's movements are markedly different.

First of all, he is not like those rookies, only one pair of hands is moving when swinging the sword, and his body stands stiffly in place, but with every chop, his feet and even his whole body have a small range of movement.

With a sword slash, he took a step forward. A sword converged, and he took a step back. Between advance and retreat, the rhythm is stable, and the retraction is free. Each sword step may seem very random, but after observing it for a long time, you can perceive the precise rhythm contained in it, which is fascinating.

And this is by no means just good-looking, it seems that there is not much strength to blow down, but it can bring out the sound of breaking the wind that Jaken, a fifth-class swordsman with developed muscles, may have to use all his strength to split, which is enough to prove how powerful the female swordsman wields the sword when performing this action.

The slender legs, the slender and flexible waist, and the strong and well-proportioned arms of the whole body were concentrated on the sword at the moment when they took a step and slashed out.

If you just slash a sword like this, maybe a high-level swordsman can do it. But what about ten swords, a hundred swords, or even a thousand swords?

Five thousand swords a day, this is the double yang number, since he first saw the female swordsman practicing in the morning, and this is only the basic part of Chloe's daily practice, and when he practices further, he usually finds a reason to drive away the men who are watching.

But on this morning, a month later, he didn't.

Chongyang, who had finished watering the fruit tree, stood under the tree on the side, surprised that the other party did not send him. He had just recovered the visual stunt of his right eye, and he was going to use the farsightedness plus perspective function to continue to observe, but he didn't expect the female swordsman to become generous this time.

Chloe slowly swung various sword styles, I don't know what the intention was, as if she was deliberately showing it to others, and the comparison of one sword and one style was very clear.

Chongyang didn't know sword moves, so he couldn't tell whether these moves were good or not, but he could understand something from Chloe's moves that those rookie swordsmen definitely didn't have.

It seems to be fast but not fast, slow but not slow, and one piece is crossed, like a goose passing without a trace. A sword swings out, like layers of waves, and a sword stabs, like breaking a stone through a rock

Chongyang was fascinated. I don't think it's a multi-yang fascination. I don't think this is a beautiful lady, but she is so charming at this moment.

Gradually, the breeze blew up, sweeping the forest leaves and falling all over the sky, adding a bit of romance to the figure of the female swordsman dancing the sword.

However, Chongyang noticed that every leaf that fell near Dookloe's sword was quietly twisting and shattering.

"This is the so-called 'sword qi'?"

From what people have heard, the significant difference between a swordsman and a swordsman is the ability to use powerful out-of-body sword moves, collectively known as 'sword qi moves'. Originally, he thought that this 'sword qi' should be a variant or enhanced version similar to the melee magic of the Great World, but after seeing it with his own eyes, he found that it was not the same as he expected.

Chongyang was surprised and puzzled, and his brows gradually furrowed. But before he could dig any deeper, Chloe stopped his movements and ended the practice.

"You've been here for a month, and your injuries should be recovered, but you're still in bandages. ”

The female swordsman, who didn't walk away coldly as usual, turned to face the black-haired young man and said calmly, "You just don't want people to see your face?"

Chongyang was silent for a while and nodded.

Chloe began to bandage him, but later learned that the other party had not seen the pupil of his right eye. Originally, his identity and origin were suspicious enough, and if he showed unusual eyes, it would definitely cause more doubts.

In fact, it's okay not to hide, after all, this is not an empire, and there are no worries about the dark race. But Chongyang is used to this, and the townspeople are used to seeing him like this, and he doesn't want to change his image and let himself and others take time to get used to it.

Nobody knows me, and no one needs to know me, that's fine.

"Whatever you want. ”

Chloe stared at the man's bandaged face for a moment, and spat out words.

"If you're the one who is carrying some kind of trouble food, please get out of here before you bring the trouble again. ”

As he spoke, he walked towards Chongyang and passed by him.

"And if you're just a wanderer with nowhere to go, you can stay here if you want to, after all, you're pretty hard-working, and both Banker and Xi'er like you. ”

Chongyang was stunned when he heard this, turned to look at the shadow, and couldn't believe his ears.

"The people in the town have called you a lot, and it's a bit of a mess, if you don't leave here right away, at least give yourself a name. ”

Chloe walked farther and farther away, but it was softer than ever.

"Name?" Chongyang remembered, until now, he hadn't told anyone here his name.

No, I'm just a world that doesn't belong to this world

"Goblins"

"Huh?" Chloe paused when she heard something coming from behind her, and Hood turned around, only to realize that she was too concerned and turned back.

"What did you say your name was?" he asked as he heard his voice ask with some urgency.

A suspicious wanderer, who thought he was a useless loser, silently and low-key helped him share many buddies, and also clumsily but sincerely took care of the two children, which greatly reduced the burden of his life.

Although there were many scruples at first, after this month, Chloe had to admit in her heart that this was the most relaxed month since she went into seclusion. Whether it's boring, unwanted, or not good at anything, as long as he explains it to him, he will never fail to live up to his trust, and often accomplishes it better than expected.

And such a man who looked like a nobleman but was more hard-working than a countryman did nothing improper except for a set of clothes and a daily diet of coarse grains. didn't show inexpensive intentions, didn't complain a little bit, and didn't care what kind of cold eyes and treatment he received.

In his rough life, he has seen many men of all kinds, but none of them are like him, who unconsciously penetrates people's hearts and gives people a gentle and stable feeling. So much so that both Xi'er and Banker are accustomed to and rely on him, at least the food he cooks is far more popular with the children than she does.

So it's not impossible to let him stay. At the very least, know a name first.

"Ghost brake. ”

Chongyang thought of the name that the kid in Bank called himself first, smiled faintly, and combined with the little cultural knowledge he learned here, he said a common name for a ghost and god in folklore to drive away evil.

"Just call me 'Onisha'. ”

Chloe's change in attitude made Chongyang feel relieved, and the idea of leaving was postponed a little because he saw her display of advanced swordsmanship.

"Wait a little longer, I'll continue to work hard for a while, see if I can comprehend the second round eye, deal with the right eye thoroughly, and at the same time, I can also try to understand the combat power of cultivators above the level of sword master from Chloe."

Of course, time is of the essence, but if you leave this town rashly, you don't know where to go, and how to start seeking the Holy Sword.

Chloe's retreat to the front-line officers in her previous life is likely to know more about the Holy Sword, and may even have witnessed the power of the Holy Sword with her own eyes, if you continue to have a good relationship, it is undoubtedly very valuable to inquire about these situations from him. On the contrary, if you leave rashly, whether you can find such a suitable communication partner again is the primary question.

Chongyang was chopping wood and thinking at the same time.

At first, Chloe didn't let him touch sharp weapons, but now he can not only hold axes, hoes and other farm tools, but also keep an eye on children, and can go into the kitchen to cook meals, and is trusted.

To tell the truth, he didn't know how to please the female swordsman, but he did things naturally and sincerely, exchanging labor for shelter and food, and the teacher kept a low profile and did not complain, and as a result, he won the greatest favor.

During the interval between chopping wood, I saw Xi'er digging insects in the field outside the yard, and her snot snorted on her face again.

Chongyang wiped his sweat with a towel, then took out a specially prepared handkerchief, and walked over to wipe the little slug clean, but suddenly saw a few horses galloping across the track and field in the distance of heaven and earth.

The brownish-yellow sturdy horses carried knights in red armor, their eyes were cold and sharp, and their heads were high, as if they did not even see a little girl playing in front of the galloping mount.

"Not good!" Chongyang's expression changed and he hurriedly ran out.

Xi'er heard the movement, looked up and saw the tall horse approaching faster than herself, looking at the ruthless flying hooves, and was frightened.

"Xi'er, get out of the way and stop!" Chongyang rushed out of the courtyard and yelled.

But the knights turned a deaf ear, and their high heads did not bow for a moment, as if they disdained and cared for the lives of the weak creatures in front of them.

Seeing that the little girl was about to be crushed by the galloping horses' hooves, Chongyang couldn't care less, and raised his hand to ignite the flames, ready to fry those bastards and blast out the strongest drop of instantaneous magic!