One man and one ape are both agile and jump around in the oak forest, and after fighting back and forth dozens of times, they have never hit each other.

Of course, with Chu Jing's defensive power, he was hit by the big stick ape, and Bacheng knelt directly.

"Bang!"

The big stick ape swept down a few sour oak trees with another stick, raising a burst of dust, and Chu Jing took the opportunity to run into the dust and mist.

"White Ape Sword Technique-Stick Beat Mandarin Duck!"

Chu Jing held the stick in both hands, leaped in the air, spread his legs apart, and slashed at the head of the big stick ape.

The wooden stick slammed the big stick ape and screamed in pain.

After fighting a few moves, the big stick ape found that the little monkey couldn't beat it himself, so he immediately jumped on a sour oak tree, and threw the big stick directly to the ground, and he didn't want it. Jumping and fleeing quickly, he disappeared into the dense forest in an instant.

"Damn, won't you fight?"

Chu Jing saw that this big stick ape was interesting, and wanted to continue to play with it, it was best to take the opportunity to subdue it, but he didn't expect the other party to run away directly.

"Brother Chu is really talented, and he deserves to be the champion of martial arts, and his skills are too strong. At this time, Qi Lin trotted over from a distance, the battle here just now was too fierce, and the big trees hiding were interrupted by the big stick ape.

Chu Jing just shook his head and said a little helplessly: "It's a pity that the good guide I finally met is gone, it's a pity." ”

"But we can't understand the beast language......" Qi Lin looked puzzled.

Could it be that Chu Jing wanted to tell him directly that he needed to find a helper to make up for the drag of his weak scholar.

A small island, probably only a big stick ape and a demon beast, the rest of the way did not encounter other dangers.

The two of them walked unhurriedly, not because the dense forest hindered the speed, but because in this unknown place, it was safer after all.

I don't know how long I walked.

Chu Jing suddenly stopped and asked, "Look, do you feel like we're spinning all the time, are we lost?"

Hearing this, Qi Lin raised his head through the gap in the forest, looked at the sunset slowly setting in the sky, and frowned: "That's right, Brother Chu, our direction has always been correct." ”

Chu Jing said impatiently: "But with the speed we had just now, we can already pass through the island." ”

Qi Lin can't say why this question is, and in the end it can only be attributed to the wrong assessment of the passage of time and its own speed by human beings themselves in the absence of a reference.

I don't know how long it has been, the sky has turned orange, and the sun has long since run to the other side of the island, even below the horizon.

The two of them finally walked out of the forest, but not at the top of the island, or perhaps because they were now in a small valley.

The valley is not big, you can see it at a glance, and the middle of the valley is not empty, and there is a small dirt bag.

I don't know if it's the water vapor in the river or the afterglow of the setting sun, at this time, the small dirt bag is shrouded in a strange golden mist.

"There seems to be something there. ”

Confirming that there was no danger in the small valley, Qi Lin was no longer afraid, approached the small dirt bag, and found something.

Under the golden mist, the small earthen bag looks hazy, and it is impossible to see the true face, but when you get closer, you can find that this is not a dirt bag at all, but a tomb!

The black stone looked like dirt under the golden mist, but it was also carved with various patterns and small characters, as well as a jade case made of black jade, on which were also placed black fruits.

What fruit is black in color? Rotten?

"What is this?" Chu Jing unceremoniously picked up the tribute fruit and asked.

Qi Lin put the Gongguo in his hand and looked at it a few times, then said, "Brother Chu, I've never seen it either. This may not be for human consumption

Probably something that the big stick ape likes. ”

"Are you saying that the ancestor of the big stick ape is buried here?" Chu Jing curled the corners of his mouth and teased.

"Of course not, don't you see the words? There's a great man buried here. ”

Qi Lin glared at Chu Jing angrily, and then slowly knelt down towards the grave.

After Qi Lin said this, Chu Jing began to carefully examine the words on the grave.

It is said that it is words, but these things seem to Chu Jing to be similar to ghost paintings, each word is painted with strange grimaces, and some are some kind of symbols, and there seem to be some bright blood stains in the handwriting.

"What are you talking about? Don't kneel down a dead man, explain it quickly. ”

It's another blank eye, but on this deserted and unknown island, Qi Lin still needs Chu Jing's help, so he has to be patient to explain.

"Brother Chu, this is the handwriting left by the invincible immortal real person five hundred years ago, using the words handed down by an ancient tribe, and the immortal real person was born in that tribe. And I happen to know this kind of writing. ”

Without waiting for Qi Lin to be complacent, Chu Jing directly interrupted: "Don't talk nonsense, just say what was said above." ”

Qi Lin had to translate word by word: "This immortal true life is about to end, although there are no regrets in this life, but there is no heir to leave behind, so it took ten years to engrave the nine lives and nine deaths here, and I wish to have someone to learn it." ”

"What? The old man who claims to be an immortal real person is dead, and he only leaves a piece of exercise, is it funny?"

Chu Jing didn't think there was anything good about a peerless exercise, anyway, he couldn't cultivate, he could only watch others practice, what was the point.

In fact, Chu Jing and Qi Lin both guessed wrong, the tomb was not buried in the immortal real person, and the immortal real person was not old and dead, but the curiosity was haunted by eating a tribute fruit, and now even the bones are rotten and cannot be found.

It's a pity that both of them have eyes and don't know the black stone of the tomb, which is a treasure that even the immortal real person spent ten years to leave this little handwriting.

Qi Lin continued: "These Nine Lives and Nine Deaths Xuangong, the cultivation conditions are very harsh, requiring the practitioner to go through nine death tests, each time, the martial arts will multiply, and so on, after nine times, almost invincible. ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused, looked up at Chu Jing, and said with great embarrassment: "To practice this kind of martial arts, the practitioner needs to destroy his internal strength and achieve the first death with the help of scattered skills...... Although this exercise is very powerful, Brother Chu must not practice here, if we want to practice, we have to wait until we leave the island and get out of danger. ”

Chu Jing shook his head, smiled, and said, "According to what you say, this exercise is also a quick method, don't worry, I'm not interested in exercises and the like, but I think it's good for you to practice." ”

Seeing the ill-intentioned smile on Chu Jing's face, Qi Lin suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Brother Chu, don't be joking, I don't know martial arts, although I really want to bring the exercises back to my father, but there is no need to practice martial arts." ”

"No, you have to practice!" ......

Under Chu Jing's threats and promises, Qi Lin finally decided to practice the Nine Lives and Nine Deaths Xuangong, after all, when he encountered danger, he still had to have some martial arts, otherwise Chu Jing and the demon beast would fight, what if he was attacked by other things, who knows if Chu Jing would directly abandon Qi Lin when he encountered a real danger.

The first and most difficult step in cultivating the Nine Lives and Nine Deaths Xuangong is to disperse the gong, self-cutting off the seven meridians and eight veins of the whole body, so that the internal force in the body is exhausted. This is almost a life of death for the strong, even if they barely survive, they may leave all kinds of sequelae, after all, internal force is not something that can be cultivated if it is said to be cultivated, and it can be dispersed if it is said to be scattered.

But these are nothing to Qi Lin at all, he is a weak scholar himself, and he has no internal strength in his body, at most

It's more painful when the meridians are broken.

Not practicing martial arts also has the advantage of not practicing martial arts, probably immortal real people didn't expect that their nine lives and nine deaths Xuangong would fall into the hands of ordinary people.

After all, a good martial arts cheats book will cause bloody rain on the rivers and lakes, but the Nine Lives and Nine Deaths Xuangong is secretly invested, it's a pity, it's a pity.

"Are you ready?" Chu Jing was not verbose, he didn't even think about waiting for Qi Lin to answer when he asked, he slapped Qi Lin on the back with a palm, and immediately made him spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground with a pale face.

"Brother Chu, ...... you" Qi Lin's face was full of pain, and he was paralyzed and couldn't move.

"Not bad. Chu Jing nodded with satisfaction and said, "Don't be happy to read the mental method, when you practice the first layer, it shouldn't hurt." ”

Qi Lin endured the pain everywhere in his body, and ran the mental method of the first layer of the Nine Lives and Nine Deaths Xuangong in his body. That is, he has an amazing memory, otherwise how would Qi Lin, who couldn't even raise his head, cultivate.

At this time, Qi Lin's seven meridians and eight veins were broken, and he could almost be said to be a wasted person, where could he still practice martial arts. As long as it is a person with a little common sense of martial arts, he will not easily believe in this set of exercises, but unfortunately there are only two rookies here, and they have decisively tried.

I have to say that the Nine Lives and Nine Deaths Xuangong is a very mysterious exercise, and Qi Lin just recited the mental method mantra in his heart, and the physical pain has been reduced a lot.

Soon the magic of the first mental method was revealed, the broken meridians were like being injected with vitality, the broken meridians stretched out one after another new granulations, the granulations at the two fractures were entangled, and soon a broken meridian was joined.

For another hour, Qi Lin lay on the ground, silent, if Chu Jing hadn't heard his increasingly powerful heartbeat, he would have even thought that he had fainted.

In this hour's time, all the seven meridians and eight veins in Qi Lin's body were connected, and by the last meridian connection, a weak internal force had magically appeared in his body.

Although this internal force is very weak, only as thick as a filament, it is extremely pure, and it is many times purer than ordinary martial artists.

The purer the internal force, the more brilliant the exercises practiced, and the more powerful it is, which is the common knowledge of almost all martial artists.

At the end of his cultivation, Qi Lin opened his eyes blankly, saw the night that had gone dark, felt the strangeness of his body, and froze instantly.

"You're finally awake. Chu Jing fiddled with the bonfire, but unfortunately there was no game here, and it was too far away from the river, so he could only be hungry.

"Brother Chu, what happened? I just practiced the exercises for a while, why is it getting dark, and my body really doesn't hurt anymore, it seems to have become a little stronger. ”

Qi Lin stood up and jumped, he could only jump twenty centimeters high, but now he jumped half a meter high all of a sudden, and he actually startled himself.

"There is no nail in the mountains, and the cold year does not know the year. Chu Jing said casually, "You have achieved a small martial arts now, and you probably have ......."

Chu Jing really couldn't remember the hierarchy of this world for a while, but Lin Hao, Li Zhen, and Fan Zili seemed to be congenital, so he said, "You are already an innate master now." ”

Qi Lin knows the division of martial artists, although he thinks that only by studying literature can he save the country, but he still has some understanding of martial artists, "It turns out that this is innate...... How high is Brother Chu's martial arts, Dacheng, it can't be Ling Xu, right?"

Chu Jing really didn't know this question, and he couldn't answer it, so he had to say: "What are you doing with so much, no matter how high your martial arts are, you are afraid of kitchen knives, and if you are thrown into the river now, you will drown." ”

Although Chu Jing's words were rough, Qi Lin really felt that they were correct. One enemy, a hundred enemies, are just the courage of a horseman, ten thousand, ten million enemies, is what Qi Lin really wants to learn.

In just a few words, Qi Lin's enthusiasm for martial arts had just risen to the freezing point in an instant.

(End of chapter)