Whew—

A warm breeze blows in the forest.

Fallen leaves occasionally get a piece.

At the foot of a mountain in the real world.

With the nearby birds 'squeaking'.

Jiang Cang's figure suddenly appeared next to a large stone.

Not far away is a thick fog.

And at this time.

It was around eleven fifty in the real world the next morning.

Because this time the fog lasted twenty-four hours, but it has not yet dissipated.

Meantime.

After Jiang Cang returned to the real world, he looked at the fog that was about 100 meters away from him, and immediately knew that he had come out early, so that the fog in this world had not yet dissipated.

But as long as the 'Return Hint' appears, the Yuan Energy World in the Fog will never be able to enter again, whether it is someone who has entered it before or someone who has not entered it.

Equally.

There is a protection mechanism of the Yuan Energy World, and it does not appear in the fog, but one hundred and twenty or thirty places outside the fog circle.

You can prove that your neighborhood is safe.

Thereupon.

Jiang Cang finished thinking about all this, cleaned up his mind again, looked down at his wide clothes, soaked rain and dew, and decided to go back to the hotel room he rented before.

Especially the hotel time I booked before was a week.

Even if it's almost due, there is at least one day left, enough to take a shower and find a new clothes to change into.

Otherwise, as soon as others walk beside him, they can smell a smell of rain and dew mixed with blood.

Plus it's still summer in the real world.

I guess I'm going to stink before night.

And as you climb over the mountains and through the forest.

Jiang Cang went all the way back, dug out the key to the house in a meadow with a road sign, and then returned to the hotel on the edge of the town, except for one or two people on the way, curious to see why he was wearing a wide coat in the summer, no one came to talk about anything.

Wait until you enter the hotel.

After Jiang Cang looked at the boss who was dozing off at the counter at noon, he walked all the way up the stairs, 'clicked' up the steps, opened the door and closed again, accompanied by the sound of 'whooshing' water from the bathroom of his own, and the blood on his body flowed into the sewer.

It's all alive.

The body is clean.

Especially after taking a bath, I wiped a handful of water droplets on my face, clenched my fists, looked at the recovered injuries on my body, and the dead skin and blood scabs mixed with blood under my feet, and suddenly felt that 'this is another new life for myself!' ’

Let yourself describe, and then use a metaphor of the image point, this feeling of 'new life', coupled with the feeling of 'warm and warm strengthening' of my own flesh and blood, is like every time I enter and exit the world of Yuan Energy, it is like 'casting weapons'.

Carefully ponder and beat again and again, quench and condense the embryo, remove impurities, and let itself gradually 'sublimate!' ’

Besides.

After Jiang Cang took a bath, he disposed of his coat, then found a spare clean clothes to change into, opened the door, took a piece of cloth with blood stains, found an Internet café downstairs, opened a computer, clicked on the search page, entered the English paragraph of Yuan Neng, and wanted to check what Chinese meant.

‘ In me the tiger sniffs the rose’

Bang Bang –

Enter the blood-colored handwriting on the cloth and translate it.

Jiang Cang first saw that this 'English' was from the foreign book "To Me, Past, Present and Future".

And this passage translated into English means 'there is a tiger in the heart, and the rose is sniffed'

Coupled with that painting, Jiang Cang's first reaction was that this Yuan Energy should be about 'smell?' ’

Time.

When Jiang Cang learned this, he first sniffed his nose, feeling that his sense of smell had not improved, and instantly knew that this guess was wrong.

So, I couldn't guess it, so I looked at the explanations of many passages on the Internet, and wanted to classify and summarize it to see if I could get any hints.

When about half an hour has passed.

As the web page opens and closes.

Jiang Cang went through a lot of explanations and roughly summed up two key words, 'brave and delicate.' ’

But let's be honest.

When Jiang Cang saw these two words, he really didn't understand.

It's just that I don't understand the meaning of these two words, but I don't understand what these two words have to do with the 'special attributes of Yuan Neng'.

Because, Yuan Energy is mostly a lot of passive skills, not like his own 'Divine Power Yuan Energy', which can be detected at the first time.

This is just like Zhou Fatzi's 'rebirth energy'.

If he hadn't died once, that 'line of the rising sun' would have sounded like a fog to Jiang Cang, who knows what it means.

But it didn't take long.

When a young man sat next to Jiang Cang, lit a cigarette with one hand, beckoned the mouse with the other, and played a game.

Jiang Cang now has a faint feeling that he knows what his Yuan Energy is!

Because the moment I saw this person lighting a cigarette just now, I heard the sound of a lighter, and when I unintentionally looked at the fire on the lighter in his hand, I gradually felt a sense of 'danger'!

But before, I didn't have this kind of induction!

Or to put it another way.

You can't put your fingers on the flames, that's something everyone understands.

However.

Jiang Cang went to the bar to buy a lighter, lit the fire by himself, looked at the firelight, and his hand had not stepped forward to touch it, but he vaguely felt awkward in his heart, very uncomfortable, and had a sense of anxiety of 'danger and heart'!

Jiang Cang thought about it, and described it for a while, even if he didn't have this common sense memory of 'flame danger', he would feel this subconscious of 'not touching and staying away'.

It's like a kind of 'biological instinct for self-preservation.' ’

For example, many beasts, even if they are brave, when they see people picking up torches, they will subconsciously stay away and be restless about unknown things, which belongs to self-protection and beast instinct.

And if the words 'brave' and 'delicate' are combined, can it be called 'beast intuition, beast perception?' ’

And the original title "To Me, Past, Present and Future" is also like 'The Sixth Sense of Danger Prediction?' ’

Jiang Cang thought about it a few times, and felt that he had almost figured out six, seven, eight, ninety.

Thereupon.

Jiang Cang named this Yuan Energy as 'Beast Intuition, or, Beast Perception!' ’

Without it.

With the limited level of his own half-literate person, he can only think of these two words, which can be vividly matched with the delicate tiger in the painting.

For a while, the matter was understood.

Jiang Cang took out the straw man and tea leaves on his body again, and looked in the direction of the south.

Because after returning to the real world, there are still two faint hints in my mind.

The tea leaves were 'six days later, about two hundred miles away, at twelve o'clock at noon. ’

The straw man has an extra 'tomorrow morning at nine o'clock in the morning, at the train station', and then it will be the same as tea, six days later, two hundred miles away.

It's all about getting there when the third fog falls!

Click-

Suddenly, Jiang Cang thought about this vague hint, operated the mouse again, opened the map, and according to such a distance, he stroked it about Mobi, measured his fingers according to the scale, and found that the final location was in a mountain forest, next to a tourist area.

And in my memory, it seems that the third batch of mist locations that have descended are there!

Therefore.

It's not a coincidence.

In the afternoon of the same day.

The three weapons are still consigned in the old way.

Jiang Cang booked a train ticket and stayed near the train station.

The next morning.

After a series of processes, I got on the train to the city, and it was nine o'clock in the morning.

The task hint point is also your own carriage.

And maybe I'm lucky today, I haven't met the cultural person Zhou Fatzi.

When it was time to drive, there was only one person in the sleeper compartment.

Just, in a few minutes passed.

Jiang Cang was reading a martial arts novel in one hand, while occasionally glancing at the empty carriage, and when he was figuring out how to complete the straw man's 'halfway mission', a middle-aged man came here with a child about ten years old.

"I almost couldn't catch up.." When the middle-aged man just got into the carriage, he was still teaching the children who had not spoken.

"Xinxin, what are you running well? Do you know how anxious Dad is? It's a trivial matter if you can't catch the train, what should I do if you get lost? What about your mother? ”

"The hero's head can't be found.." Xinxin retorted, holding a villain in his hand.

Jiang Cang's book was covered, and he looked out of the corner of his eye, and saw that this villain was carved out of wood, wearing a delicate white shirt, like the dress of an ancient Jianghu knight.

It's just that the head is gone, and I don't know what this chivalrous man looked like.

"New new .."

At this time, the middle-aged man saw that there was still a person reading in the carriage, and he also suppressed his voice suddenly, no longer reprimanded, but leaned over and whispered to the child: "Xinxin, Dad will go back and carve another one for you." Do you know how worried I was when I couldn't find you when I turned around! ”

"I see.." Xinxin stopped talking again, lowered his head and kept touching the villain in his hand.

"As long as you are obedient, I will carve a new one for you when I go back." When the middle-aged man saw it, he shook his head, let Xinxin sit in the carriage, and looked apologetically at Jiang Cang, who put down the book opposite, and said, "I'm sorry, this master, the child is naughty, don't say it's okay, it's not okay, it's disturbing you to read.."

"It's fine. I was like that when I was a kid. Jiang Cang smiled, poured three cups of boiling water in his hand, thought for a while, and remembered that eighty percent of his task fell on this 'craftsman', and then said,

"This master, you are a carpenter?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man saw that Jiang Cang was dressed appropriately, like a cultural person, speaking politely, and he disturbed other people's reading, so he also smiled and answered.

Anyway, this is not a big secret for him, just talk about it, and it should be a memory.

"It turns out that when I was a child, I learned carpentry work with a master in the village."

The middle-aged man said, took Jiang Cang's water cup, thanked him, and pushed it to Xinxin, who was holding the villain next to him, "It's just that I liked it when I was a child, I learned every day, and after graduating from college, I also opened a small store to carve some gadgets.."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged touched Xinxin's head dotingly, "But the craft is not learned, the business is not good, after half a year, it is really not good, so I changed to other businesses, and now more than ten years have passed, I can take care of food and clothing, I can't be hungry, I don't want my children to suffer hardship, and the craft will be put down." ”

Tick –

When Jiang Cang heard this, he didn't answer, but took out the straw man from his pocket and handed it to the table, "I see that your child is unhappy." Coincidentally, I have a villain here, you let the child play with it. ”

"How can this work?" Middle-aged people want to refuse.

"Thank you.. Thank you brother.. Uncle! ”

Xinxin thanked him, saw Jiang Cang's gentle smile, and turned his head to see his father nodding helplessly with a smile, then he suddenly laughed, carefully took the straw man, returned to his seat, and held the straw man and the knight respectively against the transparent window of the train.

For a while, the straw man and the chivalrous man seemed to be performing light exercises in the grass and green outside the window, looking at each other in pairs, a life-and-death duel!

And Jiang Cang was chatting with the middle-aged man, talking nonsense from north to south.

has been passing with time.

When I was almost at the station.

Before middle age, through small talk, he knew that this master got off here, so he hurriedly asked Xinxin to return the straw man to Jiang Cang.

"Okay.." Although Xinxin is a little reluctant, he still listens to the words of the middle-aged.

In particular, he loves this straw man very much, and he deliberately took off the clothes on the knight's body and put them on the straw man.

"The new hero is dead, and I gave you his clothes." Xinxin looked at the straw man in the white shirt, and smiled happily, "You are the new hero, you want to be chivalrous!" ”

Xinxin said, handing the straw man to Jiang Cang, who was chatting with his father.

"This master, you also like to watch martial arts?" When the middle-aged man saw Jiang Cang taking the straw man, he glanced at Jiang Cang and then received the "Dragon Babu" in the luggage

"Yes." Jiang Cang packed his luggage and prepared to leave and get off the car, "From childhood to adulthood, I like to see it when I have nothing to do." ”

"Then we're the same!" The middle-aged man seemed to have found a soulmate, and said with a smile: "I also liked to watch it when I was in school." So is my child. But now it's only when there's no business in the store that you can take a few free looks. Or when the interest comes, when the stall is closed at night and it is okay to go home, I will also follow the chivalrous appearance described in the book, pick up the craft, carve and carve, and put it at home. ”

The middle-aged man said, looking at the white-shirted straw man in Jiang Cang's hand, "Especially since I have lived for most of my life, I have traveled from south to north, and I have seen many people who go to work, go to school, work part-time, and do business." I found that they were the same as us, when they were in school when they were children, learning new knowledge, but secretly watching novels and TV, and having a heart that yearns for martial arts..? ”

The middle-aged man paused, looked at Jiang Cang who walked to the door and asked,

"It doesn't matter how we're doing now. Tell me, are we literati or martial artists? ”

"Not a warrior, not a literati."

Jiang Cang clenched his fists and walked out of the carriage door,

"It's a person in the rivers and lakes."