Before leaving the school, Zhong Mianmian took a white knife and handed it to Yang Yuying.

He took another red knife and handed it over slowly.

"You've already met the standard of knife teaching."

Before this girl entered the secret guard, she had cut down several ghosts in the village, although most of them were inferior, but it was enough to give the white knife and only ask to cut down one inferior one.

It's just that she hadn't entered the secret guard when she killed those ghosts, and according to the rules, the calculation of merit should also start from the first day of entering the secret guard.

Zhong Mianmian naturally has the qualifications to teach knives, and her disciples have recently completed the task to ensure quality and quantity, not only white knives, but also red knives.

The Red Knife needs to have the ability to deal with low-level goblins on its own.

Her family disciples had apparently arrived.

The lower ghosts are the ones who begin to have a little sanity, learn to hide, and know the kind of schemes, but they are not all divided by force.

When it comes to awarding silver knives and gold knives, it is not only required to have the ability to solve problems independently, but also to have enough experience, have made meritorious deeds, and so on.

However, it is relatively simple to grant the divine sword.

There are only two conditions for the divine sword.

In addition to the need to skillfully use aura and have strong combat power, the only condition is to kill a king!

Whether it's the Ghost King, the Zombie King, the Demon King, or any other monster king, you can be awarded the Divine Sword.

In fact, as long as you can kill the 'king', the combat power will definitely be enough.

So in general, the swords are the secret guards who can kill the 'king' alone.

"Although you can directly teach the red knife, according to the rules, you should still teach the white knife first."

Zhong Mianmian blinked, not wanting to admit that he had actually forgotten about it.

She hadn't taught anyone a knife for years, so how could she remember it clearly?

Yang Yuying threw the white knife into the house, put the red knife on, packed a few clothes, and went home to reunite with her relatives at home for three days, and then set off for Baiwu Mountain.

Baiwu Mountain is about three hundred miles away from the town where Yang Yuying's master and apprentice are located, which is not very close, but it is not particularly far, and it is almost the territory that Zhong Mianmian is responsible for.

Recently, Zhong Mianmian got the news that there have been some strange situations on this mountain recently, and some people have entered the mountain, and after coming out, they find that they have lost time.

Some only lost a day or two, some lost a month, and some even lost a year and a half in one go.

In the impression of these people who came out, they just went into the mountains to cut firewood, or went into the mountains to collect medicine, and absolutely did not spend the night, but in the eyes of their relatives outside the mountains, they had been missing for a long time.

Rumors grew, and the entire mountain was boycotted by nearby villages, and the villagers easily did not dare to enter it again.

But the hunters who relied on the mountains to eat the mountains had no livelihood.

This incident alarmed the local government, and the secret guard also got the news, and it happened that Yang Yuying's master and apprentice were not far away, so he simply asked her to investigate.

"If it is clear that it was the ghost who did it, then this will be used as your sword test."

Zhong Mianmian sighed and smiled again, "You have a lot of attributes, the only thing I can teach you is the thunder attribute, after you start actual combat, you will definitely develop your own moves one after another, and develop your own habitual action mode, if you want to dabble in other attributes, it's not impossible, but you can only grasp a degree by yourself." ”

Yang Yuying nodded with a smile, waved her hand and set off.

Zhong Mianmian sighed and went back to the house to write a letter, telling her companions near Baiwu Mountain to take care of her disciples.

It's really too much to worry about having an apprentice.

It's a good thing that the child is talented, but it's still inevitable that she can't chew too much.

"Don't care who has our family Yuying is so beautiful, so cute, and such a talented disciple, it is inevitable to worry about it!"

Yang Yuying's footsteps were not much slower than Zhong Mianmian's letter, and when she arrived at Baiwu Mountain, she found that she was not only a newcomer.

Within a radius of three miles from the entire mountain, the people of the secret guards blocked it, although I dare not say that even a sparrow cannot fly in, but it can generally be guaranteed that there are no idle people in this range.

In addition to Yang Yuying, there are also three people from the secret guard, one is a senior who joined last year, and his background is also quite extraordinary, he is the son of Kong Zheng, Kong Cheng, the divine sword 'Netherworld'.

This kid is a good child, but he is particularly unlucky, and he accidentally met a high-level ghost who opened his mind early on the mission of the teacher, or the type that responds to all calls and raises a group of younger brothers under his hands, but he was seriously injured and almost died.

Although his father rescued him in time, he was still bedridden for a year, and he only recovered this year, delaying his second mission until now.

Xu is recovering from a serious illness, Sun Cheng's face is a little pale, his spirit is good, and he is sitting at the foot of the mountain and talking softly to the bitter master.

Compared with Sun Cheng, the other two were much more indifferent.

The other two standing at the bottom of the mountain, staring at the top of the mountain, were two fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys, one named Mo Lin and the other Wen Zhao.

They and Yang Yuying joined the same year this year, and they only studied for three months before becoming a teacher, but they seem to be more geniuses, they don't have apprentices at all, and the guides are just ordinary red knives, and they have successfully obtained the red knives just by virtue of the learning materials of the secret guards.

Yang Yuying only glanced at it, and then focused her attention on the bitter master who was sitting with his head bowed and his face slightly confused.

"I really don't know what's going on!"

This bitter lord Orion also wanted to cry without tears, his lips squirmed, and he held his head and his face was full of pain.

The secret guard next to him smiled bitterly: "Lu Da went up the mountain to chop wood, but it was two years after he disappeared, his mother died of illness, and his daughter-in-law took his son to remarry to other places, and now he can't even find it, hey, this is really, helpless." ”

Yang Yuying also felt awkward when she heard it, and before she could say the words of comfort, she heard Mo Lin say: "Find a few more people who have been lost in the mountains." ”

The secret guard was stunned: "They don't have any memories of themselves in the mountains. ”

"Sun Cheng can read the memory, let him try."

Sun Cheng shook his head again and again: "No, I can only read the memories of the dying person's life." ”

He and his father both had this kind of magic, and they had the nickname 'The Corpse Collector' in the secret guards, and although this nickname was ominous, many of the secret guards valued their father and son, and were willing to have a chance to meet them at the last moment.

"Near-death?"

As soon as Morin stretched out his hand, the red knife came out of its sheath, and in the blink of an eye it flew towards the Orion.

Yang Yuying stepped over with an arrow and grabbed Mo Lin's wrist.

"Hiccup!"

The bitter lord hiccuped in fright.

Guard: "......"

Morin frowned: "Woman's kindness! ”

Yang Yuying: "......"

What a personality!

However, isn't it true that the rules of the secret guard must not implicate ordinary people?

Mo Lin frowned, he had always thought that intelligence was very important, but now that the situation in Baiwu Mountain was unknown, it was not a good choice to go in directly, his eyes turned slightly, stared at Yang Yuying, and squeezed out a little smile: "I can put him in a state of dying but not dying, ask a doctor to come over, and then save people after reading the memory." ”

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