As soon as he walked out of the castle gate, there was a narrow bridge in front of him, and the platform under the bridge was full of about thousands of skeleton soldiers, looking forward to He Ruozhi.

"Wow, that's an exaggeration?"

Mooney glanced back at He Ruozhi lightly: "These people all admire your skeleton repair talent, I hope you can transform their bodies for them, I have promised them that you will be responsible for transforming ten skeleton soldiers every night, and we will prepare the materials or something." ”

"Ten skeleton soldiers, there is no mistake!" No matter how good He Ruozhi's temper was, he couldn't help but scold at this time, "It takes at least an hour to transform a skeleton soldier, don't I have to sleep?" ”

Mooney nodded, "I'll teach you a way to absorb resentment to increase the strength of your bones, and after using this method, you really don't need to sleep much." ”

He Ruozhi is speechless, who called himself stupid to sign an unequal treaty?

After crossing the long bridge, you will soon come to a stone forest.

The so-called stone forest is a large-scale martial arts training ground, and a stone pillar is erected every three or four meters, forming the appearance of a forest.

The thinnest stone pillar is about the thickness of the mouth of the bowl, and the thickest stone pillar is thicker than the three He Ruozhi combined!

In the middle of the pillar sat a stout skeleton soldier.

His stature is not high, and even if he stands up, he can only reach He Ruozhi's neck.

The usual skeleton soldiers always give people a sense of slenderness and vulnerability, whether it is Mooney or Lao Di.

This skeleton soldier looked extremely domineering, like a mountain pressing in front of He Ruozhi.

The sturdy skeleton soldier carried a rusty iron rod on his shoulder, and he only had to smash it, and the three more He Ruozhi were immediately reimbursed.

"This is your martial arts master, the black general." Mooney explained.

The stout skeleton took a step forward and said a little awkwardly, "I, the black general, teacher, yours." ”

“……”

"Not all skeletons are fluent in speech, and human language is too complex for most undead," Mooney explained. Maybe the black general is not a good thinker, but he holds the essence of undead fighting. ”

"Essence?" He Ruozhi was puzzled.

"That's faith!" "Most of the undead don't have human resourcefulness, human strength, or human agility, but our will to fight is definitely no weaker than anyone else's. Even if we only have one move, we have to practice this move to the strongest! ”

As Mooney spoke, the black general suddenly took a straight step forward and stomped heavily on the floor.

"Drink!"

The iron rod on his shoulder suddenly disappeared from He Ruozhi's field of vision, turning into a phantom in front of him.

An incomparable sword wind immediately roared out from the iron rod, and with a "grabbing" sound, a deep imprint was formed on the stone pillar in front of it.

He Ruozhi's mouth was so big that it could fit into a cantaloupe.

"Five thousand years ago, the black general was just an ordinary farmer who worked in the fields with a hoe every day to support his family," Mooney said. Among all the skeleton soldiers, he is not a smart one, and even now he is not very good at speaking, and in terms of martial arts, he has only practiced two moves, one vertical split, one horizontal slash, and your task is to learn these two moves in half a year. ”

"I ...... I ...... "He Ruozhi doubts that he can cut a boulder in half a year!"

Just kidding, everyone has been practicing for 5,000 years!

He Ruozhi doesn't think that he also has a talent for mechanical maintenance in fighting.

Mooney saw He Ruozhi's weakness and sneered: "Of course, if you admit that you are a useless coward now, I may consider giving you another easy course." ”

He Ruozhi's pupils contracted suddenly, and the pompousness on his face swept away.

"I, absolutely, no, coward!"

He Ruozhi strode to the side of the black general and stood upright.

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"Drink, drink!"

He Ruozhi held a slightly thinner iron rod in his hand and practiced intently.

The black general is not a very good teacher, because he didn't teach He Ruozhi anything at all, and just slashed at himself.

There are four movements in total: forward, out, retract, and backward.

It's boring.

He Ruozhi wanted to give up after just two days of practice, because he found that this set of martial arts was not invented for humans at all, and it was completely tailored for skeleton soldiers with stiff bodies and weak joints.

If humans have to practice, they will become the kind of terrible monsters that often appear in zombie movies, wearing Qing Dynasty official uniforms, with straight hands and feet, and even their faces are very stiff.

If you go out to fight with someone like this, I'm afraid that as soon as you put on a stance, the other party will die of laughter.

What's more, after just two days of practice, the muscles up and down my body are like cramps, and every muscle is shaking incessantly.

If this continues, it will definitely kill someone!

He Ruozhi found Mooney, but before he could open his mouth, he was angered by Mooney's eyes.

The look in that look meant:

You're a useless coward, scrap wood, scumbag, Muggle!

No, never!

He Ruozhi returned to the stone forest in a huff, grabbed the iron rod and slashed it vigorously, taking the stone pillar as Mooney's cold and ugly face.

He suddenly thought of a legendary practice that was very effective—hypnosis!

He Ruozhi's eyes were straight, his muscles were stiff, and even his breathing seemed to have disappeared, and his muttering could only be heard very close to him:

"I'm a skeleton, I'm a skeleton, I'm a skeleton, I'm a skeleton......"

"I don't have muscles, my muscles don't hurt; I don't have muscles, my muscles don't hurt; I don't have muscles, my muscles don't hurt; I don't have muscles, my muscles don't hurt......"

Self-hypnosis, sure enough...... No effect at all! He Ruozhi now feels that it is more happy to be dead.

And just two days later, when he dragged his tired body back to the room that Mooney had prepared for him, he suddenly found ten skeleton soldiers standing in the doorway, missing arms and legs.

"Wouldn't it? Now I still need someone to repair it, how can I repair skeletons like this, what kind of planes do I do! He Ruozhi wanted to cry without tears.

The ten skeletons are all short in stature, and appear to be about the same age as the sprouts.

They all looked at He Ruozhi with very expectant and adoring eyes.

It seems that Mooney knows Ho Ruozhi very well and knows that he will not refuse the boy's request.

"Damn it!" He Ruozhi scolded and pushed open the door, "Come in, you stinky kids, uncle is here to check your body!" ”

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Not...... Yesterday, I saw a friend angrily denounce Da Niu's consistent death-style ending, killing the protagonist every time; Da Niu recalled it and found that it seemed to be true! Sure enough, I still have a strong grudge against the super handsome lucky stallion protagonist in my heart, so I wrote them to death before I knew it......

Uh, Da Niu guarantees that this time the male pig and the female pig will never die, the popular characters will never die, and the character villain will never die! If you want to die, you will die the kind of muscular, ugly-looking, arrogant and arrogant, and there is a father who is a certain city lord or a certain police chief~ That's pretty much it.

By the way, the "Love Because You Romantic" book friend who put forward this opinion, your opinion is really timely! You're a good person, a good person, a great person~~~~