It was still the forest under the moonlight, and it was still Xiao Chen leading the way in front, and the team was even bigger than when it came, but it was just as silent. Unlike before, when everyone was full of fighting spirit and anger, the current team is calm and cold.

When Xiao Chen looked back at the team, he saw Zhang Sicheng who was struggling to move forward. His sturdy body was full of exhaustion, and his straight waist was bent down. He was not walking alone, he was carrying Professor Lin on his back.

This northeastern man did not agree with Xiao Chen's suggestion to bury the professor in the mountains anyway, and stubbornly tied him to his back with a safety rope and walked on the way home.

Some mountain roads were already very steep, and Zhang Sicheng was even more difficult, and almost fell down several times, but he still refused the help of Shi Hao and Li Tianrui, and climbed hand and foot alone.

Ye Zi ran to Xiao Chen's side and whispered, "Teacher Zhang can't go back to school like this, or ...... Grab it, change the back?"

Xiao Chen shook his head and said, "Don't mess around." He can't pass the level in his heart now, do you think he only carried Professor Lin on his back? He carried a whole goblin village on his back. ”

"He's a good guy, just a mother-in-law. Ye Zi sighed and said, "I'm not as old as you, and I don't have as much knowledge as you, but I know that we were all on the battlefield just now." You can't look at what you encounter on the battlefield with ordinary eyes, otherwise you will trap yourself in it and you will go crazy. ”

Xiao Chen looked at Ye Zi with some surprise, he didn't expect her to say such a thing.

"Do you know 'martial arts'?" Ye Zi asked.

"I've seen it in martial arts novels, probably talking about people who practice martial arts, they must be moral, and they can't use their martial arts to bully others, right?

Ye Zi smiled and said: "That's the benevolence of a woman, according to what you say, it's no different from what we usually say about Mr. Hao, so why add the word 'martial' in front of the word 'de'?"

"That's what Sun Tzu said: 'Generals, wisdom, faith, benevolence, bravery, and strictness'?" Xiao Chen asked again.

"That's close. She looked ahead a little distracted, as if she was recalling something, "My family is also a martial arts family, my grandfather once told me that martial arts was born out of war, martial arts refers to fighting, and virtue is a rule." The so-called martial arts and martial virtues are a kind of code that those who fight should uphold. The most important of these is how I view my relationship with my enemies. And he said unto me, Whoever trespasses against my land, kills my people, and harms my gain, is called an enemy. Whoever is my enemy will not be merciful, will not be courteous, will not hold faith, will not repay mercy, but will destroy his body and his heart. Sympathy is never something that can be given to the enemy. ”

"The older generation came from the war years, and they are different from us. Xiao Chen whispered, "I understand that goblins are all our enemies, and even those little goblins are also part of the enemy. If they have the chance, they will not hesitate to stab me with a knife. But I still can't forget the expressions on their faces as they fell to the ground, staring at the sky. ”

Ye Zi's expression softened suddenly, and he said gloomily: "Senior, in fact, what I said before was all to comfort you. I haven't passed that level in my own heart. ”

"Thank you. If we want to survive, we can only lose a lot of things. We have been degraded in the greenhouse of modern civilization for a long time, and sometimes civilization and weakness are like two sides of the same coin. After leaving the civilized world, how can you survive without paying some price? not only to lose it, but also to recover something. It's just that to throw away the things that melt into our bones is like scraping bones to heal wounds, and the pain is unbearable. And to recover something that has been lost for a long time is like fishing for the moon in water, and it may not be possible to get what you want. However, you made me understand these things, you are amazing, thank you!" Xiao Chen gave Ye Zi a smile, but Ye Zi felt that there were many things in this smile that she didn't understand yet.

Xiao Chen beckoned to the back, "Let's work harder." Not far ahead, there is a clearing on the uphill slope where we can take a break. ”

This uphill road is a bit steep, Zhang Sicheng is still reluctant to accept the help of others, but he is almost to the limit, when he is about to approach the top, he suddenly slips his hand, his foot is weak, and the person is planted. Xiao Chen had already reached the top at this time, and there was nothing he could do about it when he saw him fall. Shi Hao, who was walking behind him, was also taken by him, and fell down, seeing that the two of them rolled down the slope of nearly sixty degrees, and a tragedy was about to happen.

At this time, dozens of silk threads flew out from Xiao Chen's side at great speed, one end of these silk threads was connected to Morey's hands, and the other end was entangled with the two people who fell from all angles, and the silk threads that flashed silver light entangled the two like insects falling on a spider's web. Morey was carried forward by the weight of the lower end, Xiao Chen reacted quickly and hugged him.

With the help of Xiao Chen, Ye Zi, Li Tianrui and others, Mo Lei stabilized his body, and everyone worked together to slowly pull the two of them up.

Xiao Chen walked over, untied the rope around Zhang Sicheng's waist, picked up Professor Lin's body, and put it in a clean open space, and then said to Zhang Sicheng seriously: "Teacher Zhang, what you should do now is to lead this team and not let anyone do anything like Professor Lin." Rather than just seeking your own liberation and peace. ”

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In the glade, several bonfires lit up several figures. Xiao Chen and Ye Zi were boiling water in a camping stove, a small pot was set up, and the water was poured in the mountain stream on the road. The rescued hunter took a small turn around the camp, picked some mushrooms and fruits, and handed them to Ye Zi very respectfully and carefully, signaling her to put them in the water to make a pot of mushroom and fruit soup. Morey sat by the fire, curiously playing with a lighter. Shi Hao and Li Tianrui sat on the two corners of the temporary camp with guns in their hands, looking around vigilantly and serving as guards.

Zhang Sicheng sat cross-legged on the ground, silently taking care of Professor Lin's body, not knowing what he was thinking. At this time, Zhao Rui walked over from the fire and came to Zhang Sicheng.

He hesitated a little, looked at Zhang Sicheng, who bowed his head and was silent for a while, and said in a muffled voice: "Bury the teacher under that big tree." Zhang Sicheng glanced up at him, and then looked in the direction he pointed, on the edge of the camp, there was a tall tree, with a thick trunk and a large crown, and the most strange thing was that its leaves were deep purple in the light of the fire.

Zhao Rui walked to the professor's body and took out a dark purple leaf from the pocket of his jacket, "This is the last new tree species found before the teacher was arrested, this leaf...... The teacher liked it very much, and said a few times, 'This tree is so beautiful,' and drew a sketch of this tree, and was going to give it a good name when I went back." ”

"I can carry it, and I want to take him home. Zhang Sicheng whispered.

"That's not our home at all, it's long gone!" Zhao Rui seemed to be offended, his voice was loud, "The teacher has dedicated his whole life to the tree, burying the teacher under the tree he likes, so that his spirit in the sky can have a comfort, what's wrong? I don't pity you, you guy, it's good to die of exhaustion!"

He walked over to where everyone had piled their bags, pulled out a folding sapper shovel, and then went under the big tree and began to dig, chirping and shoveling the native sounded harsh. Seeing this, Xiao Chen also went to get a shovel and a pickaxe, handed the shovel to Zhang Sicheng, and said, "As a student, he should know his teacher better." ”

With the joint efforts of everyone, Professor Lin was buried under the tree. Zhang Sicheng was convinced, he finished covering the last handful of soil for Professor Lin, knelt in front of his grave and kowtowed three times.

Xiao Chen pulled out his short sword, slightly infused with spiritual power, and the red flames covered the short sword. He carefully carved the "Tomb of Professor Lin Youping" on the trunk of the big tree with a short sword, and wherever the short sword went, the trunk was baked with deep scorch marks.

However, just after he finished writing the word 'tomb', a light flashed on the word 'tomb', and then slowly returned to flatness.

"What's going on, what the hell are you doing?" everyone was surprised, but the first one to jump out and question was Zhao Rui. However, Xiao Chen himself was inexplicable, so he naturally couldn't answer this question.

Morey, who had been watching them, said to Zhao Rui: "You should be grateful to him, this is a simple magic array, which can allow the deceased to return to the embrace of the earth quietly, avoiding animal disturbance and corpse undeadness." ”

Zhao Rui touched the word 'tomb' with his hand, and felt a soft resistance above the cemetery to prevent his hand from moving forward, and couldn't help but retract his hand in fright.

"You mean, I drew a magic array?" Xiao Chen leaned over to take a closer look, the word 'tomb' was indeed different from the other words, and he faintly felt that his spiritual power was attached to it, constantly running.

"I didn't expect you to be a master and be able to carve a magic circle with just a magic sword without any other materials!" said Morerao with a look of surprise.

"I'm just engraving. Xiao Chen felt even more confused.

"The reason why we call this kind of writing 'magic script' is naturally related to magic, and according to legend, the gods associate this kind of writing with the magical power of the world. If you use strong spiritual power and special materials to write a specific font of magic script, you will form a variety of different magical effects. But you can carve a pattern with a sword like you...... I've only heard of it in the legends of the Holy Order mages. This requires tremendous mental power and a deep understanding of magic. Don't you know these things? Are you a wild mage? These things should be very clear to every magician with a heritage. ”

Only then did Xiao Chen understand that the spiritual power he had poured into the short sword had been left in the glyph when he was writing. He remembered that he was a little sad when he wrote the word "tomb", so he increased his strength, but he didn't expect that it just met the requirements of the word "tomb", and it became a miniature magic array.

He knew that there were some things that he couldn't hide from someone like Morey who really knew how to do it, so it was better to be honest than to hide it. He pulled Morey to a corner of the camp, avoiding the others, and said, "It's true that I'm new to magic, and the scroll was acquired by accident, and there are many unclear points, I hope you can ask you for advice." ”

"New to magic?how could it be?Did you release that exploding scroll?"

"That's right. ”

"Just outside the walls?"

"yes. ”

"No one else helping?"

Only Zhang Sicheng shot the scroll with an arrow. ”

Morey held his chin in one hand and looked at Xiao Chen repeatedly, as if he wanted to see flowers on his face.

"Either you're a liar or you're a genius. Morey said with a serious expression: "I am very sensitive to mental power. When you used the scroll outside the camp that day, some of your spiritual power escaped, and I vaguely felt something, and I could find the violent, grandiose, and far-reaching artistic conception hidden in it. It's not at all like a beginner's temperament. I feel ...... You're like an ancient beast that hasn't fully woken up!"

Xiao Chen was also a little surprised when he heard such an evaluation, and couldn't help but say, "Why didn't I know that I was so powerful?"

Morey shook his head and said, "You think it's so easy to destroy a camp with a scroll? Ordinary low- and middle-level magicians can't do it at all! What's more, what do you use is not the magic originally depicted on the scroll at all? You just use the scroll as a carrier, absorb the fire energy, and then simply and rudely burst out." I've only seen such a domineering spiritual power in a great magician. ”

That's just the uncontrolled part, and that power can only be used for destruction, so it doesn't belong to me yet. Xiao Chen thought to himself.

Morey said again: "But since you came out of the camp, I have never seen you use magic again, whether it is saving people or digging pits, you can't use magic to solve problems, and you don't know anything about magic scripts, so I guess you are a wild mage with no inheritance." Maybe you've cultivated a lot of spiritual power on your own, but you don't know how to use magic. I never thought that you would be a beginner with extremely high mental strength. ”

"According to what you said, my spiritual power has reached the level of a high-level mage?"

"No, it's far from it. You lack an understanding of magic and a lack of control over mental power, just like a tiger that can swallow a dead rabbit in two bites with its natural fangs and sharp mouth, but if you want to catch the rabbit yourself and eat it, you can't catch it. ”

"But a tiger is a tiger after all, isn't it?" Xiao Chen

Morey smiled and nodded, "Yes, as long as you can grow up, you will become a tiger." ”

Xiao Chen was a little excited, listening to what Morey said, he seemed to have a very high starting point and a very good talent, and this Morey was much more knowledgeable than the book spirit in "Knowing the Sea Shadow Scroll", he immediately made up his mind in his heart and asked, "Can you teach me?"

"I'm an alchemist who makes magical items and potions, but I should be able to help you with magic, but I have one condition. ”

"Speak. ”

Morey took out the lighter and shot a flame, "I'm interested in where you came from, and I'd like to see more of it." ”