Xia He looked at Qiu Zhu's smug little face, and smiled slightly: "Really...... It's a pity...... That's right, sister. ”

"Huh?"

"You go to the forest to pick some wild fruits and some game, and you will have an explanation when you go back. Xia He said gently.

"Okay" Qiuzhu replied and ran towards the forest.

After a while, Wu Feng began to wake up leisurely, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the bright and moving beauty in green shirts above. He smiled and said, "I was saved by you again." Xia He looked at Wu Feng, who was sitting up, and said with some worry: "Master... Your curse this time ... I've already used Bitan flowers...... In the medical codex, the first giant yin and giant poison thing contained, although this method of fighting poison with poison is good, but there will be an end to it in the end......"

Wu Feng was silent for a while and said, "I, how many times can I hold on?"

"At most, more than ten times, this curse poison is getting more and more pressed, and when it counteracts the medicinal properties of my preparation, the world ...... I'm afraid there is no cure," Xia He's eyes were a little moist.

Wu Feng laughed at himself: "It's true that there are not a few days of good life to live......"

"Master, don't say that, Xia He will definitely do his best to help the master find a way!" Xia He worried.

"Xia He, there is no need to comfort. Although I am not good at pharmacology, I know more or less. Case...... Resign yourself to fate, I'm not a soft bone that can't get up, I will bear it. Wu Feng's eyes were a little dark, but his tone was a little more firm.

Xia He was about to speak, but he saw that Qiu Zhu had finished his work and walked towards this side. Immediately silent.

"Huh, master, wake up!" asked Qiuzhu with a smile.

Wu Feng smiled and nodded, "With your sister making a move, there is no bad reason." He secretly patted Xia He's jade hand, signaling that she didn't need to worry too much.

"That's, who is my sister!That's the most famous doctor in the entire demon world!" Qiu Zhu said proudly and looked at Xia He, but found that Xia He's face was a little pale, so he said strangely: "Sister...... You...... What's wrong?"

Xia He came back to his senses and smiled reluctantly: "It's nothing...... I think I'm a little tired from running around day and night these days, so it's good to rest for a while. ”

"So what are you waiting for! I picked a lot of fruit and caught some game. Let's hurry back and let my sister rest, I'll barbecue today and let you taste my craft!" Qiu Zhu smiled.

With that, the three of them went back in the direction they had come.

When the little palace master saw Xia He, he naturally couldn't help but ask for warmth, and by the way, he complained that Wufeng didn't know how to cherish his maidservant, which made people's faces so haggard.

The autumn bamboo is to quickly take out all kinds of fruits, hares, pheasants and other rare wild things from the Huiyun bag. After finishing the first process, I took out some bottles and cans of spices from the bag, and sprinkled the ingredients while roasting the meat.

"Lord...... People?" Looking at Wu Feng in a daze in the distant mountains, he heard a low magnetic male voice. He was slightly stunned, as if he heard the voice of the king back then, and turned back with some excitement. And when he saw the ink cream of a black robe, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Don't call me master...... Call me Wufeng, or call me a left-powered envoy......" Wufeng responded with some gloom.

Mo Shuang lowered his eyes and thought about it and shouted: "Zuo Quan envoy ......"

"Is there something wrong?" Wu Feng sighed slightly.

"Thank you. The man in Xuanyi said briefly.

"You...... If you want to thank me, you should study all kinds of things. Wu Feng was unceremonious, turned around and said, "Within two years, I want you to learn everything you should know." ”

"Two years ......" Mo Shuang's deep eyes looked at Wu Feng with questions.

The light golden eyes of the bladeless and clear spirit, carrying a trace of emotional fluctuations, looked directly into the other party's eyes, was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "I...... I don't know how much time is left......"

Ink Cream obviously didn't understand, but looking at the other party's eyes with a certain meaning, she seemed to understand something. He nodded firmly and said, "Okay!"

Wu Feng smiled with relief: "Do what you say." ”

"Hmm!" Ink Frost looked at him and answered.

"Time is running out, Bishop Xiaomiya, you are fundamental, I ...... Teach you the spells and basic martial arts starting tomorrow. Wu Feng patted Ink Frost on the shoulder.

"Good!" Ink Frost nodded again.

"What are you two doing, come and eat!" Akitake shouted in this direction.

The two handsome men looked at each other and smiled, and walked briskly.

"Taste my roasted rabbit meat and pheasant!" Akitake happily cut off the meat slices with a knife, placed them on the wide leaves, and handed them to everyone. "Oh, and the fruit! there is roasted and there is no roast, you can take it yourself, you're welcome!" she greeted warmly like a hospitable host.

"It tastes good!" the little palace master exclaimed.

"Of course, I used to barbecue by myself!Isn't it much more delicious than the fish grilled by the master!" Qiu Zhu deliberately shook it in front of Wu Feng with the bone rack and grimaced.

Wu Feng choked and reached out to pat off the skeleton dangling in front of him.

"You see, he's not convinced and he's still murdering me!" Qiu Zhu pursed his lips and feigned dissatisfaction.

Everyone laughed when they watched the master and servant play treasure, but Mo Shuang glanced at Wu Feng from time to time with some meaning, without a trace of laughter.

As Wu Feng said, a day later, he began to teach the Ink Frost Technique and some other miscellaneous things, while the little palace master continued to teach its foundation. Qiu Zhu was busy having fun and cooking by the way, while Xia He was wandering around to see if there were any herbs.

And just like that, more than a year passed. Everyone teaches fast, and Moshuang learns quickly. All the chapters are as if they were involved in the previous life and have a shallow memory in this life, and they are quickly entered into the brain and used flexibly, without leaving the slightest behind.

However, just as the two of them were teaching with all their hearts, and Mo Shuang was also learning to the fullest, he finally encountered a bottleneck - no matter how hard Mo Shuang tried to learn carefully, he never improved the techniques that Wu Feng tried his best to teach;

"How...... What's going on......" The little palace master frowned slightly.

"I'm afraid I'll have to use a spirit probe to find out. Wu Feng said in a deep voice.

"Soul exploration" is to resonate with one's own spiritual consciousness with the other person, so as to perceive it. This "other party" can be a thing, a person, or even a flower, bird, insect or fish, wind, frost and thunderstorm. This is a stunt of the little palace master.

Wu Feng let Mo Shuang stand still, and the little palace master sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes. Soon, Mo Shuang felt a pair of eyes from nowhere, peeking at himself who was not clothed, feeling a little weird, and couldn't help but become alert.

Wu Feng patted Mo Shuang's shoulder and said, "Relax, the little palace master is sensing you, because you have a blood contract with the little palace master, that's why you feel this way." ”

Ink Cream relaxes herself when she hears this. About a moment later, the little palace master slowly opened his eyes, and said a little strange and uncertain: "His ...... Psionic ...... Upper limit...... Full?"

Wu Feng was a little surprised, and after the surprise, he was disappointed, and the disappointment slowly turned into a kind of despair...... Spiritual consciousness, like the soul of the Netherworld and the divine consciousness of the human race, is the foundation of the practice of magic. The realm to which a magic can be practiced is related to the "spirit", "mind", and "divine consciousness" that it can hold; it is like a huge storage box, the higher its upper limit, the more things it can hold, and the more magic it can practice. Conversely, the lower the ceiling, the less things can be accommodated, and the fewer spells can be practiced. No matter how hard you try, if you can't improve, you can't improve, and you will never be given compassion.

"How could it be ......" Wu Feng looked at Mo Shuang and couldn't understand: "The spiritual power of the demon clan master is known to the world, even if it is the lowestly little demon, the spiritual power will not be so low." How could he ...... Are you ......?" Wu Feng seemed to be unable to bear to say the next word.

He was a little stunned: Could it be that the descendants of the first king are a waste?! How could there be such a ridiculous thing! If it is really a waste, perhaps, it is better for Huo Quanlian to kill him!

Thinking about it, there was a hint of murder on his face.

"There's no way I'm wrong! The little palace master was a little dissatisfied: "But his ...... The body's ability is very high. ”

Wu Feng glanced at the little palace master lightly, and said a little impatiently: "This...... Anyone with a discerning eye can see it. Just his hard armor, you know!"

"Wu Feng! Zuo Quan Envoy, what kind of face do you have, you don't need to show it so obviously!" the little palace master was a little indignant.

Wu Feng restrained his breath, restrained his emotions, and said, "What should I do......

The little palace master said coldly: "Boren's strength." The demon clan's main spiritual power did not say that it could not be the main force. He was born different, so you can't underestimate him!"

"I didn't underestimate him!

"Just what?"

"......" is silent.

Mo Shuang has been silent, and after more than a year of teaching, he naturally knows what the two are talking about. But in the face of the words that the two were about to quarrel, Mo Shuang's heart was like iron, calm to the extreme, not sad or happy.

"So what?" The three of them were silent, and after a long time, Wu Feng broke the peace.

"My people...... Not good at fighting, and ...... His scale armor has almost no effect after transforming......" Wu Feng sighed.

After the little palace master let out a puzzled "oh?", he pulled over Ink Frost's solid arm, scooped up his sleeve, looked at it carefully, and touched it...... Indeed, the feeling of scales is gone, and the muscles are strong and powerful, but ...... It didn't work.

"Don't believe me?" Wu Feng asked coldly. Before the little palace master could react, Wu Feng suddenly slapped his palm on Mo Shuang's chest, and Mo Shuang suddenly flew out like an off-line puppet, hitting the trunk of a tree, his chest was stuffy, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood!

"Ink Frost!" The little palace master hurriedly went over to help, and followed the man's chest, as if this could straighten out his breath. "Zuo Envoy, don't go too far!" the woman's pretty cheeks showed obvious anger.

And Wu Feng looked at his palm stupidly, and then with a wave of his backhand, a lightning strike fell out of thin air, and he was about to slash at the top of Mo Shuang's head. Thanks to the quick eyes of the little palace master, he instantly turned into a spell, and an invisible force knocked the lightning strike off and slashed it on the tree next to him. Suddenly I heard a crackling sound, and the trunk of the tree that was split was scorched.

"Huh...... It's useful, but it's ...... It's useless......" Wu Feng muttered.

"You're crazy!What is useful and useless!If you're sick, find Xia He to treat you!Don't have a convulsion that has nothing to do!" The little palace master was furious.

Wu Feng didn't seem to hear it, and wanted to raise his palm and try again. The little palace master hurriedly stood in front of Mo Shuang vigilantly. And Mo Shuang, at this time, gently opened the little palace master and blocked the front, there was no trace of fear in his deep dark eyes, and there was an indescribable determination.

Wu Feng looked into his eyes and sighed, "Your temperament is like your father'......"

Ink Frost didn't ask Wu Feng who his father was. After getting along for so long, he knew that no one could ask what Wu Feng didn't want to say.

"Don't try, I used fifty percent of my strength just now. Wu Feng said lightly.

"Fifty percent! If the scale armor really doesn't work at all, do you want to kill him!" the little palace master rebuked angrily.

Fifty percent of Wu Feng's strength is a small injury if it is slapped on the body of a martial arts master, but it can be beaten to death on a person who does not know martial arts at all and has no foundation. Ink Cream has not practiced any high-level martial arts, and his muscles and bones are all natural. Being able to receive this fifty percent of the strength under such circumstances is already much stronger than ordinary people.

However, in Wufeng's view, this is also an unsightly advantage. So he also wanted to use magic to see if Ink Cream's body could be born with magic resistance. However, it was stopped by the little palace master.

"How are you different from those who tortured him in the Hanhai Desert now?!" the little palace master scolded.

Wu Feng shook his head slightly, and didn't answer the words of the little palace master, as if he had instantly turned into a miserable person full of worries and sadness, and walked towards the rock pile in the distance with a face of unwillingness and loneliness.