For ten days, Wang Qing locked himself in his room.

There is no calendar in the mountains, and the cold does not know the year.

Wang Qing, who is deeply trapped in the ocean of martial arts, has long lost his perception of time. Eat when you're hungry, meditate and recover when you're sleepy. All the energy was spent on the study of martial arts.

Until, defeated by hunger, he had no choice but to get out.

The player's backpack has a feature that has been praised by countless foodies, and time stands still. Whatever you put in the food, no matter how long it takes, you will put it in.

This is definitely a blessing for players who have been running around in the wild all year round. In the wilderness, there is a hot meal and a warm wine, what a happy thing.

Although Wang Qing is not very particular, he does not get tired of eating and is not tired of being fine. Since I bought a good cook in Lin'an, I basically don't eat outside. I usually go out and have a cook to prepare meals for many days.

I thought it would take many days to go out this time, but it was a ten-day meal carefully prepared by Windsor.

After the meal, although there were still some dry foods such as steamed buns, Wang Qing still decided not to wronged himself and get out of the customs.

What should be digested is basically eaten thoroughly. The rest is not something that can be solved by retreat alone.

In the first few days, I mainly summarized the experience gained from this life and death line. This harvest is subtle and is not reflected in the panel, but more of an overall quality improvement.

Pretending to be forced, since this battle, Wang Qing has the first-class qualifications. Of course, it still can't be beaten.

In the remaining days, I focused on studying the book "Eight Changes of Sword Intent".

The devil knows where this cheat came from. Although the contemplation has strong traces of the Central Plains Buddhism, the gods of the contemplation, who knows where they are, have a single ability and overlapping powers, and they are far less powerful than the gods of the Middle Earth.

The thunder system alone has a main god and a full-time thunder god.

The Lord God is an old man with one eye and a gun, and his image is majestic, and he presides over the thunder of punishment. Thor is a man of five big and three thick, holding a strange hammer, which is somewhat similar to the legendary Thunder Hammer.

Wang Qing first visualized these two, after all, Lei Fa was the one he was most familiar with.

However, the simulated sword intent that was visualized was swallowed by Wang Qing's Zixiao Divine Thunder Sword Intent in one gulp, and there was no change at all. Even the imaginary idols were devoured.

However, Wang Qing still keenly felt that the sword intent had improved slightly.

Yes, if you can improve your sword intent, it can be regarded as a good cultivation method.

Wang Qing couldn't wait to try a few others.

Vulcan, in charge of pranks. Wang Qing was speechless for this kind of power that could not be beaten. As described, visualization provides the sword intent with an illusory ability to deceive. It's a pity that this power was purified as soon as it approached the Zixiao Divine Thunder, and it didn't have any effect at all.

God of War, Patron God, God of Light, God of Darkness, God of Nature.

Wang Qing tried them one by one, but unfortunately Zixiao's sword intent was too domineering, and most of them were purified or rejected.

Light and darkness were completely purified, the god of war was repulsed, and only the guardian god and the god of nature were accepted by the sword intent.

But the ministry of these two gods has little to do with the names of the gods. The patron saint was actually in charge of the clairvoyant Shunfeng Ear, which could effectively improve Wang Qing's audio-visual ability, and even improve the scope of his divine consciousness to a certain extent.

The god of nature is revenge, which makes sense. Added the Vengeful Zixiao Sword Intent, adding a charging ability. Absorb a certain amount of power in each encounter with the opponent, and after ten times, attach it to the sword intent to form a critical hit.

Although "Eight Changes of Sword Intent" was a little worse than Wang Qing imagined, he understood that this was caused by Zixiao's domineering sword intent. If it is an ordinary sword intent, with eight changes attached, it can be flexibly transformed, and it does have extraordinary power.

Even so, he was satisfied. It's too difficult to improve the sword intent, even if there are only the main gods and thunder gods, it's worth the ticket price.

Moreover, there is such an effect at the beginning of learning, and Wang Qing is looking forward to the effect of this martial art after he has practiced it.

More importantly, Wang Qing is a person who has a master and an apprentice, and having more of this exercise can add a lot of foundation.

Of course, not everything went so smoothly.

He gave high hopes for the sword qi of life and death, but in the end he was disappointed to find that it was just a spectacle. It's weird and scary, but it's not really powerful at all.

Wang Qing thought about it for a long time before he figured it out. This sword qi was formed by chance, and it contained a little pure killing intent in the Great Dao and the creation intent in the Zixiao Divine Thunder. But these two meanings are not yet grasped by Wang Qing, zero plus zero, and it can only be zero.

However, with this sword qi as a reference, Wang Qing believed that it was only a matter of time before he comprehended these two meanings.

Wang Qing, who was refreshed, pushed the door out after a little tidying up. A fighting spirit permeated his heart, and he was a little eager to try the urge to find someone to try his sword.

Who would have thought, as soon as he pushed the door, the surging battle intent was extinguished like a pour of cold water.

In the courtyard, a delicate table of eight immortals is full of exquisite dishes.

A sturdy beauty, with slender fingers, twisted out of the hot water and poured it into the wine cup gracefully.

"Coming out? Count on you, you should be hungry. Come on, freshly warmed rice wine, you try it. ”

Wang Qing was dumbfounded, and was pulled down by the woman.

"How are you?"

"Come, Longjing shrimp, your favorite, taste. I prepared your meal, and it's hard to calculate when you'll be able to finish it. ”

"Ah, oh, good."

Wang Qing was stunned and didn't know how to answer.

Windsor's thoughts, he probably knew. There must be some gratitude, and there is also dependence, but admiration, Wang Qingzhen doesn't think there can be much.

As for myself, there is some favorability, but it will never rise to love.

But that's it, by chance, the two were forced together.

Perhaps for Windsor, love is not a necessary element of marriage. Women of this age, even if they are free and easy children of the rivers and lakes, are not free from the shackles of etiquette.

But for a modern person like Wang Qing, the sacredness of love is not allowed to be played. Although as a chick, he may not know what love is at all.

However, this feeling of concern seems to be quite good.

Wang Qing was indeed hungry, and in order to avoid embarrassment, he shook off his cheeks and devoured it.

Windsor smiled gently, serving wine and food from time to time.

Wang Qing ate for a while, and suddenly found that Wen Sha'er didn't use chopsticks at all, just serving herself. I couldn't help but scratch my head in embarrassment.

"That's what you can eat too."

Windsor smiled even brighter.

"It's okay, I just like to watch you eat."

That smile, from the heart, real and delicate, once again amazed Wang Qing.

Wang Qing realized that Windsor was more beautiful. With the help of medicine, the body has softened a lot, and although it is still somewhat strong, there are no obvious large muscles.

The most important thing is demeanor. It's no longer the desolation and helplessness seen in the dungeon, nor the confusion and resentment that I saw when I first saw it. His eyes were full of life, and his expression was more confident.

Xu is Wang Qing stared at it for a long time, and a trace of blush crept up Windsor's cheeks. But there was no dodge.

"What do you want me to do? Eat vegetables. ”

"You've changed."

"Huh?" Windsor couldn't help but feel nervous, and her fingers holding the flask turned slightly white.

"It's beautiful."

"Hmph, you can say it."

Windsor pretended to be calm, but her trembling hands betrayed her heart. When pouring the wine, most of it was spilled on the outside of the glass.

Haha, Wang Qing couldn't help laughing.

Boom, Windsor slammed the flask on the table, and the red glow crawled all over her face.

"Just tease me, you can eat it yourself."

After speaking, he turned around and fled out of the small courtyard.