"Originally, I thought I was going to die, but since I was gasped, I was going to settle that bead." Qin Ling narrowed his eyes, looking a little like a dangerous person like that.

Tang Mo knew that the bead that Qin Ling said was a spar in the body of the giant snake.

Qin Ling touched his new clothes and pants, and nodded with satisfaction, "Don't say it, I'm pretty handsome in whatever I wear." ”

"Get out." Tang Mo's face was expressionless.

The days in the cave are not particularly monotonous for two people to be together, especially two people who often quarrel.

To Qin Ling's surprise, Tang Mo didn't seem to be a person who talked a lot, but he couldn't talk to her every time.

Is this the legendary one-thing-catcher-one-thing?

Because of the existence of this sick number, the quality of food for the two people has risen straight up, even if they eat instant noodles, Tang Mo will take out the pot and gas stove to cook the noodles deliciously, and then put some ham sausages and braised eggs.

Qin Ling's leg injury healed quickly due to the improvement of medicine and living conditions, and his face became visibly rosy.

According to Tang Mo's plan, it is only twenty days before the fog dissipates, and then this will not be the place with the most spiritual energy, and the giant snake will naturally not be willing to stay here all the time, and will look for a better place.

However, Qin Ling obviously didn't think so, although he didn't say it, but Tang Mo knew that he still remembered this snake.

Because of the inconvenience of his legs and feet, Qin Ling has always been lying down and resting.

And Tang Mo was sitting on the side, seemingly closing his eyes and recuperating, but in fact, he was constantly exercising his mental strength.

I don't know why, my mental power in this cave has grown rapidly, three times that of the outside.

She now suspects that the giant snake has been staying here not because of her and Qin Ling, but because the aura here is too sufficient, and the snake likes it very much.

Always sitting there without moving his body, Tang Mo felt that his arms and legs were a little stiff, and he couldn't stand it anymore after sitting like this for a few days.

The space in the cave is still quite large, and it doesn't take much space for Qin Ling, a disabled person, to be placed in the corner, so Tang Mo simply took out Pofeng and prepared to practice.

It's not realistic to run in a small place, but it's enough to practice swinging a knife in your arms and legs.

Tang Mo is not afraid of leaking what hole cards to Qin Ling, first of all, she trusts Qin Ling, and secondly, the knife is actually not a hole card that cannot be seen.

Because sooner or later she will use it in front of everyone, if it is really a hole card, then her biggest reliance is actually mental power.

After all, whether it is a short period of strengthening, escape, or healing, it is only when everyone does not understand that the maximum value of one's spiritual power can be brought into play.

Qin Ling didn't have anything to do during the day, except for sleeping with his eyes closed, he just opened his eyes to see the end of the Tang Dynasty.

She didn't feel anything when she saw Tang Mo take out a knife out of thin air, but when he saw the appearance of the knife clearly, there was more content in his eyes.

"You're pretty good with this knife?" Qin Ling praised.

"How good is that?" Tang Mo knew that Qin Ling was born in a family and had seen a lot of things, and the things that could make him praise must be good things.

"The one that made this knife should be considered the top in the country, I sharpened it for my grandfather for a long time when I was eighteen years old for a coming-of-age ceremony."

"That's really good stuff." It's not easy for Qin Ling to even get a handful, it seems that Uncle Wen is really attentive to her request.

Tang Mo practiced little by little according to the knife techniques she had learned in the video before, she had been self-taught for a long time, and with the rise of her strength and agility, she felt that this knife was more comfortable to use.

But Qin Ling, who had been watching it for a while, had a very strange face, looking like he didn't know whether to speak or not.

It wasn't until Tang Mo Lian was out of breath that he finally couldn't hold back his laughter, and then the more he laughed, the louder he became.

"This knife for you is really a tyrannical thing, what a waste. At your level, go to the market to buy it, and the watermelon knife is the same, maybe it can be a little more convenient. ”

Qin Ling laughed so loudly that he touched the wound a little, and while covering his legs, he tried to control his facial expression.

"I taught myself." Tang Mo gritted his teeth and said word by word, making up his mind that Qinling's favorite shrimp and vegetable porridge is no more, don't even think about it!

She still thinks that she has practiced well, it turns out that it is a joke in Qin Ling's eyes.

"Look at the swing you just made, it should have been with your wrist, but you are using your whole arm to exert force.

Don't talk about it if it's not good-looking, it's more laborious, others can swing ten times, you can only swing three times. ”

Qin Ling remembered every move and style just now at the end of the Tang Dynasty, he had cultivated martial arts at home since he was a child, and it was naturally not a problem to guide the end of the Tang Dynasty.

"Wrist?" Tang Mo turned his wrist and swung the knife again in the manner of Qin Ling.

Sure enough, this time I changed the place where I made my strength, and I felt a lot more relaxed, and I was able to exert more power.

Tang Mo was pleasantly surprised, urging Qin Ling to say more.

"And your standing posture, obviously unstable, you can't see it when you practice by yourself, wait until the real fight, the opposite side rushes over, you haven't used the knife yet, maybe you will fall a dog and eat first."

Qin Ling's words are not good, but every point is a weakness of the late Tang Dynasty.

"And the direction of the tip of the knife......"

Chinese martial arts are broad and profound, and it is naturally simple to practice to strengthen the body.

But if you really want to dance a knife and make a sword, rely on it to fight, and just rely on videos to learn by yourself, that's obviously a bit too simple to think of these things.

Tang Mo thought that he had practiced well, but in fact, he was just painting the cat and the tiger, and he didn't even enter the door.

After re-improving it in the way Qin Ling pointed out, Tang Mo waved the knife again, over and over again.

Every time she felt that there was new progress, but Qin Ling was still not satisfied, and asked her to do it all over again until that action reached perfection.

The pigs have not been raised in vain for so many days, in exchange for a master, this business is worth it! Tang Mo felt happy in his heart.

Ever since I found out that there is Qin Ling, a free lame master, I can teach myself and make my sword skills improve by leaps and bounds.

At the end of the Tang Dynasty, he practiced the knife day and night, and then asked Qin Ling to find out her faults and improve, without wasting a little time.

Qin Ling shouted at her every day that this was to oppress the poor disabled and disadvantaged people, but it was useless.

Gradually, Qin Ling's legs were almost better, and there was not only blood on his face, but also more flesh on his face, and he couldn't see the embarrassment that the people should have in the famine era.

After his leg was healed, Qin Ling couldn't bear to sit every day, and he didn't move his body for a long time, and he came to a set with the wind breaking at the end of the Tang Dynasty.

Tang Mo was dumbfounded, and the strength and fluency were really beyond people's reach.

The tip of the knife quickly slashed through the air as if it really made a sound, and the broken wind really realized the meaning of its name at this time.

Qin Ling, who was holding the knife, pursed his lips, his back straightened, and his chin tilted slightly.

"What's wrong, fascinated by my handsomeness?" Qin Ling's words broke this idol drama-like picture.

"Hey, how perfect you would be if you were a dumb man." Tang Mo looked at the top of the cave and sighed.