At night, the bright moon hangs high, dotted with many bright stars, and the silvery moonlight sprinkles the earth, like a layer of silver.

In the woods, a bonfire burns, and the flame has a stand on it, and on the stand is game such as pheasants.

Uncle Yang didn't want to kill, so he ate two fruits and baked cakes to satisfy his hunger.

But as soon as he saw the little king tree in front of him, he sighed helplessly, flew into the woods with his best light skills, and caught a few pheasants and came back.

It was the time for the child to grow up, and Uncle Yang finally realized that his singleness of more than forty years was finally over.

Life in the future can no longer be so casual, coping, and making do!

"Let's eat!" Uncle Yang tore off a chicken leg and handed it to Wang Shu, but he didn't eat it.

After getting along for such a while, Wang Shu found that his master was actually cold and hot-hearted, probably because he was single all year round and was not good at expressing his heart.

"Do you want to find a master in the future?"

Wang Shu was eating chicken legs in his mouth, but his mind couldn't stop gushing out of grotesque thoughts.

Uncle Yang naturally didn't know what Wang Shu was thinking, but he felt that Xiao Wang Shu's gaze sometimes made him creepy, was it a delusion?

As time passed, the dry wood continued to burn, and from time to time sparks burst out and scurry, disappearing in the night.

After Wang Shu solved the pheasant, Uncle Yang saw this, and silently took out a yellowed book from his arms and handed it over.

"Master, what is this?" Wang Shu asked.

"This is the secret book of the martial arts of this sect, Qinglian Sword Song, now that you have entered my sect, this sword score will naturally be passed on to you." Uncle Yang said.

"Ding, the host obtains the sword spectrum Qinglian Sword Song, and obtains a flow rate of 500M, with a balance of 1410M."

"This? Is that okay? Wang Shu was extremely surprised on his face, and he could also get traffic by getting cheats.

"What's wrong?" Uncle Yang couldn't help but ask when he saw the change in Wang Shu's facial expression.

"It's okay, master, the apprentice is just too happy." Wang Shu said.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Shu couldn't wait to open the sword spectrum to see what the mystery was, although there was Uncle Yang on the side to tutor, but he still felt confused.

After all, his foundation in this area is zero, and he asked many questions about martial arts, and Uncle Yang took the trouble to elaborate.

I talked about it for a long time, until my mouth was dry, and Uncle Yang realized that he had gone too far, so he turned pale and admonished:

"Shu'er, martial arts should be gradual along the way, don't be greedy for merit, and this is the end of today."

"Okay." Wang Shu looked disappointed.

Immediately, Uncle Yang entered the meditation mode, and a master like him didn't have to sleep at all, and his internal force ran for a week or two and he was in good spirits.

Wang Shu sighed, he didn't want to ask Uncle Yang to get to the bottom of it, the key was that he really couldn't understand it.

Seeing Uncle Yang meditating, Wang Shu communicated with his eldest brother 001, who had been silent, and asked, "001, can you translate this Qinglian Sword Song."

"Yes, as long as it costs 100M traffic, 001 can convert the mode of Qinglian Sword Song." 001 said.

"Mode shift?" Wang Shu didn't understand what it meant.

"The host can be understood as converting English to Chinese." 001 said.

"Hey, that's good!" Wang Shu's eyes lit up, isn't he equivalent to an English rookie now?

"Ding, consume 100M traffic, Qinglian Sword Song mode conversion, one percent, ten percent...... One hundred percent, the conversion is complete. ”

At this time, in Wang Shu's eyes, the pictures and texts that he couldn't understand just now suddenly became cordial, as if he had known each other for a long time, similar to the elemental formula of the Burning Sun Star?

"Uh...... 001, what's going on, saying good English becomes Chinese, and classical Chinese becomes vernacular? How do you formulate? ”

Wang Shu's head was a little dizzy, although he could understand the Qinglian Sword Song, but in terms of content, it was more than the original, and the formula symbols were constantly changing one after another, no wonder he felt extremely familiar.

"001 has only collected information data of the Burning Sun Civilization at present, and the mode conversion is naturally based on being close to the host." 001 replied.

"Okay, the traffic is all spent, what can he say, just memorize a few more formulas." Wang Shu sighed.

At this time, watching Qinglian Sword Song again is completely different from the previous confusion.

And coupled with Uncle Yang's explanation of the Qinglian Sword Song just now, this time it is like a fish in water.

The wood was burning slowly, and the woods were silent, except for the chirping of birds and cicadas, and the occasional howl of a wolf from the distant hills.

After Wang Shu watched Qinglian Sword Song a few times and memorized it as a formula, he leaned on the back of the tree and fell asleep.

"Ding, the traffic package program [3] is randomly generated!"

In the dream, Wang Shu had reached the pinnacle of his life, and then a mechanical emotionless voice sounded.

"Concept conversion: smell the chicken and dance, ask the host to pick up the long sword and wave it a thousand times on the spot, for an hour, and reward a random traffic package."

"......, what the hell is this mission?" Wang Shu was full of resentment, and he didn't let people rest at night.

However, 001 didn't answer him, Wang Shu felt so sad, and smelled the chickens dancing, where are the chickens in this barren mountain and wild mountains?

Uncle Yang was still meditating with his eyes closed, and he didn't mean to wake up.

Although Wang Shu complained, the current traffic was too scarce, and finally accepted the task. Secretly went to Uncle Yang's side and took the Qingfeng sword away, and then walked a little farther away and began to swing the sword a thousand times.

"One, two, three..."

In this deserted woods, in the silent and silent night, a half-grown child wielding a sword under the tree, how can this picture be very strange?

Wang Shu's physique was originally a little stronger than that of ordinary people, so he didn't feel hard to swing the sword at first, but after two hundred swings, his body had negative reactions, his breathing rhythm began to be a little disordered, and his little face gradually turned red.

"It's only two hundred!" Wang Shu is still insisting, and he fought hard for traffic.

On the other hand, his physique is much weaker than that of the group of melon babies in Lieyang, but he doesn't want to be bullied by those children in the end, so he should exercise his physique.

"Two hundred and ninety-nine, three hundred ......" At this point, Wang Shu worked harder.

In the distance, behind a large tree. Uncle Yang, who didn't know when he was meditating and cultivating, stood there silently.

For a long time, he looked at the young figure swinging his sword hard, and his eyes showed appreciation.

"With such talent and perseverance, this son will become a great weapon in the future!" Uncle Yang thought to himself, and after looking at it for a long time, he returned to his original position to meditate.

……

The next day, still walking on the road, as if nothing had happened, Uncle Yang didn't mention last night's incident, and Wang Shu didn't say anything.

Although his body was very tired due to a thousand swings of the sword, the moment the sun came out the next morning, Wang Shu felt that the fatigue in his body was slowly disappearing, as if absorbing light could restore his strength.