Far from the waterfalls and rushing waters that fall for nine days, the river here is clear and gentle, making you feel peaceful.

The giant bird put down the ink cream and turned into a human form, patting his chest with palpitations, and muttering constantly: "It's okay, it's okay, react slowly, you're going to break your tendons." ”

"Thank you. Ink Frost sat on the ground and looked at him.

"Look at you, here you go again. If you're dead, who will be my ship in the future!" Suzaku said casually, sitting side by side with Ink Cream.

The two stopped talking, and after watching the sunset for a while, Suzaku's stomach called.

Then he unceremoniously arched the man with his hand and said, "Let's go and turn over the bamboo worms, I'm hungry; ”

Ink Frost answered, and rummaged through Suzaku with him.

Bamboo insects are one of the bird's favorite delicacies, and they usually live a low-key life under the rocks by the river, in the soil, or on the roots and branches of the bamboo; they are named after their appearance; these insects are like miniature versions of small bamboo poles with a few thin legs on each side, and they are a bit dull and inflexible.

Grabbing a few bamboo insects with the length and thickness of his little finger, Ink Cream asked with some curiosity, "Is it delicious?"

Then, he was forcibly stuffed with a worm in his mouth by Suzaku.

It's a little crispy, a little salty, a little astringent, and a strong fishy smell.

Ink Frost swallowed stupidly, and he thought: Sure enough, his taste is different from that of birds.

On the other hand, Suzaku eats with relish.

"Hey, there's bamboo over there, I'll go get some tender bamboo shoots, and you can catch fish, right?" Before Ink Cream could respond, the heartless man disappeared.

“......”

Ink Frost silently took the bag and picked up some bamboo insects.

Then, he remembered that Suzaku had dripped a little blood on the ground when he was picking up insects before, and it seemed that he was very attracted to these things. So at that moment, he also bit his finger and dripped purple and blackened blood into the sand.

In an instant, the insects poured out of the fine debris in a respectable amount centered on the drops of blood, like a small fountain.

"My blood is so effective?!Then I can catch more bamboo worms in the future!" Ink Frost smiled with surprise and relief on her face.

However, before his smile stabilized on his face, his expression turned into surprise again, and then from surprise to bitterness and helplessness step by step, and finally became a kind of self-deprecation.

- Dead...... The bugs died.

The bamboo insects that overflowed like a spring died one after another shortly after leaving the ground, forming a regular pattern around the blood droplets.

Could it be his blood?...... His blood is poisonous?

The man was startled and changed places to continue dripping blood.

Sure enough, the insects around the blood droplets first scrambled to crawl out of the ground, and then died one after another.

The slender fingers holding the bag tightened, and the man sat down on the beach a little sluggishly.

He looked at the slightest hint of darkness coming out of his fingertips, and the six gods were masterless.

However, it seemed that after the tea time, the original bitter expression on the man's face began to change again—the corners of his mouth began to pull into a smile, and his eyes were full of a kind of courage that was bound to win.

Somehow, at this moment, Ink Cream looked extremely excited, and it was like two people who looked lost before.

As if in a good mood, the man quickly stopped the bleeding and threw himself into the river with his trouser legs, and in the clear water, fish of different sizes panicked away from the behemoth that had rushed in.

Inkfrost swept her sharp claws through the water, scratching over a few poor fish, and when the dead fish floated, the man scooped them up, lit a fire, gutted them, and roasted them.

The fish is grilled until it is medium-cooked, and the man does not care about the heat of his hands, so he impatiently removes it and prepares to feast on it.

However, just as his teeth were less than half an inch from the fish, several voices rang out.

One person was out of breath: "God! I can't run, you wait for me to ......."

Another complained: "I said...... Which one of them has ruined our bamboo forest with a thousand cuts? It is so bad that we can't even carry out the 'urgent training', so we come here to run with a heavy load. I curse his ancestors!"

One person was indignant: "The boss lied to us that it was thunderbolted." It's really a vain practice to bully our fifth-order? I think it must be a fire system at first glance, and if I catch him, I will hang him and beat him first!"

"Doesn't that mean there are other traces?" someone wondered.

"I don't know what it was left over...... Could it be that other forces have broken in?" said one of them.

"Leave it alone...... Hurry up. I'm hungry!"

"Hey, someone grilled fish, go check it out!"

This was followed by the sound of footsteps and heavy panting.

The six men who ran with their loads stared at the man or the fish in the man's hand and swallowed saliva, and Ink Frost looked at the man vigilantly, his expression unkind.

"Hey, that...... Water snake?" one of them calmed down and looked at the long tail behind the ridge of the ink cream, not figuring out what he was, and after thinking for a while, he thought that it might be some kind of mutated water snake or loach, and immediately picked up a nice direct name.

Water snake?

The man involuntarily twisted his scaly, finned, and backward tail to look at it, unhappy.

Is he so like a water snake? Does a water snake have such beautiful and tough fins? Does it have such a majestic back swing? These people are blind, right?!...... Why did he ...... Want to learn Suzaku?

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" the man replied.

With a closed look, Mo Shuang raised his head and said lightly: "What's the matter?"

"Give us those fish, we're hungry!" said the man in a commanding tone of imperativeness.

Mo Shuang looked at a few people motionless for a long time, and then knew in his heart - this group of people should be disciples who were training, and they felt hungry halfway through, and they were attracted by the smell of meat.

Ink Frost is a quiet man: he never takes the initiative to cause trouble.

He is a person who bullies the weak and fears the hard: he is afraid of the wicked people like Wufeng, but he is not afraid of these disciples.

He is a cold and warm man: it depends on the other person's position in his heart.

Obviously, the group of people on the other side did not belong to the Ten Evil Strongholds like Wu Feng, nor did they belong to the friends or beloved friends or loved ones they considered in their hearts, so the man only responded with a more cold attitude.

"Don't give. The two extremely thin words came out of the mouth of the expressionless man with no weight.

"Are you a second-order disciple?" the other person questioned, seeing that Mo Shuang didn't answer, he immediately helped himself out of the siege: "We are from the fifth order." ”

A fifth-order disciple is the highest disciple level in this backmountain training ground. This means that they only need to pass the test set by the Left Power Envoy to officially become qualified secret guards.

As long as such an identity is reported, the low-level disciples will adopt an attitude of retreat. Because the higher the rank, the greater the gap. This is manifested in the fact that the disparity in power between the disciples of the first and second orders is not particularly obvious, but the disparity between the disciples of the fourth and fifth orders means a large span.

Ink Frost was not frightened, he just took the fish and glanced at a few people coldly, and then said something that made everyone very annoyed: "Since your hands and feet are all on your body, go and catch them yourself." ”

The man was not surprised by the presence of such a group of bullies in this openly balanced and equal place, without any difference of status, because he had known for a long time that injustice would always exist, and that the difference would be nothing more than floating in the cortex or buried in the ground.

Several people were stunned for a long time, and finally someone roared unusually irritablely: "You say it again?"

The rest of the people each looked at each other - did this guy take the initiative to send them to the door for them to vent?!

"I said, "I'm going to go!" his deep and dark eyes looked back at the few people, without fear, as if he didn't understand his situation at all.

"Loach, it's a long way from the schoolyard. A man reminded coldly. What I mean in the depths is that even if I beat you up, you won't have anywhere to say!

Ink Frost frowned, disgusted by the insulting-sounding title.

"So what?" the man put down the grilled fish in his hand and slowly stood up, tall and cold.

A few people seemed to be shocked by the certain aura emanating from Mo Shuang's body, and they couldn't help but take a step back; however, after taking a step back, they realized that they should be afraid of a fifth-order disciple at most a second-order person, not to mention that there were six people on their side!

"Itchy skin?" one stepped forward angrily, but was stopped by another.

The man who stopped the people was quite reasonable and said to Ink Frost: "Give us a few baked ones, and we will catch fresh ones and return them to you in a while." ”

Ink Frost glanced sideways at the well-defined grilled fish—some for Suzaku and some for herself. At that moment, he repeated with an expressionless face: "Go catch it yourself!"

"White-eyed, don't stop me! no one dares to do this to us!" the man gritted his teeth.

Mo Shuang sneered: "It turns out that the secret guard that Zuo Quan has painstakingly cultivated is nothing more than that. ”

"What do you mean?!" the others scolded, surrounding the man in the middle.

"It's not interesting. The strength on Ink Frost's shoulders and legs began to gather, and he vigilantly observed the movements of several people, ready to fight hand-to-hand.

Hand-to-hand fighting—this was the only thing he could be gratified of; it was expressly forbidden to use magic to fight each other, for fear that the disciples would not be serious enough to cause death; but as long as such a thing did not occur under the eyes of the discipline and the people, and caused a bad effect, the discipline and the people above would not be held accountable, because they all understood that the fists and feet of the people in the clan could not be fatal at all, and the fists and feet of the people in the clan were relatively strong and could not be killed at all.

As a result, this has become a way for many disciples to settle their grievances in private, not only not breaking the rules, but also venting.

Ink Frost looked at the six people around her, and her waist straightened again. He has never been afraid of such things as punching and kicking - he is not afraid of fighting, let alone being beaten.

"Come on. The indifferent tone has a mocking and death-defying spirit, and it is so calm that it makes people angry!

"Loach, you're going to pick six of us?" one of them scoffed.

The ink cream was silent, and the color of vigilance became more and more revealed.

"The six of us have practiced formations, and you can't break them. The gray-clothed man named White-eyed said, and then he took the others behind him and said to Mo Shuang, "Six fifth-order disciples beat you and one second-order disciple is too bullying you. The white-eyed amber eyes were particularly eye-catching, and he stepped forward and said, "In this way, you fight with me." You lost the fish to us, apologize to us. You win, we'll catch you a few more and apologize to you. ”