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"This afternoon, we received a notice from the Ascending Dragon Army, saying that there are still many remnants of alien insects outside the city, and we need to wait for the arrival of other troops of the empire to clean up the entire territory of Qiushui County before it is safe. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info so we can't go back to the village at the moment, and we have to stay here temporarily during this time. It's too dangerous out there, you don't have to run around anymore, it's out of your temper. Maester Kane also chimed in to remind him of peace.

"Boy, you are the treasure of our village, you must not make a mistake in your safety, and we will still count on you to win glory for us in the future!" Feng You lay on the bunk next to Pinglei's bed, his face was much better now, and he sat up with the help of the villagers on the side, and said.

"Father, teacher, and Uncle Feng You, I won't go out again until it's safe outside the city, so I'll stay here with you!" Ping'an knew that they were all worried about themselves, and he was very moved in his heart, so he had to say so.

"Yesterday's catastrophe, our village lost nearly one-third of the villagers, all of whom were in the prime of life. Most of the survivors in the village are old and weak, women and children. Ay... Fortunately, I brought enough dry food with me when I left, and I can still eat for a while, I hope this catastrophe will end soon! Okay, okay, it's all gone! I just said goodbye to my deceased relatives, now let's go and rest early!" Seeing that Ping An was not as stubborn as he used to this time, Master Kane raised his voice and sighed to the villagers in the barracks.

Many villagers have lost their loved ones, and they couldn't help but cry after hearing the words of the village chief. For a time, the huge barracks were filled with an air of sadness.

"Ping'an, why are you still standing here with a bunch of strange things, why don't you go find a bunk to rest?" Master Kane asked when he saw that the villagers had dispersed, and only Ping'an was still standing here and looking around, as if he was looking for something.

"Uh... Teacher, is there a separate compartment in this barracks?" Although the barracks is large, there are more than two hundred beds, but they are all in a huge wooden barracks, and there are no separate compartments.

"It seems that there is a separate hut next to this barracks, which is supposed to be the residence of the non-commissioned officers of the army. But this barracks is enough to house all of our village, what are you going to do with a separate compartment. Maester Kane was puzzled.

"Teacher, you also know, you see that this griffin cub is not familiar with the people in our village, and it is more taboo to be born, and it is not good that there are too many people here. Ping An casually found a reason.

"I see that it just ate what you brought back and was so dizzy that it lay here and didn't move, are you sure that these strange red stones are the food that His Holiness told you to bring for the griffons?"

"Yes, this thing is called a 'sponge', and His Holiness said that it is good for griffons to eat this. His Holiness told me to look for it myself without taking much with him, and you see, I didn't find it all. "Ping An continues to make things up.

"'Sponge', I don't think I've ever heard of it!" said Maester Kane, frowning, as if he had never heard the strange word before.

"'Sponges' can only be found in rivers, and the Imperial Family has to go to the rivers to find these things to feed the griffins, as His Holiness told me. ”

"Oh... Yes, yes, yes! I remember, there is such a thing called 'sponge', and it is all something in the water! Hey, my head is not very good when I am old!" Seeing that Ping An said the same as the truth, Master Kane didn't want to lose face in front of Ping An, so he hurriedly said, in order to prove that he still knew that this thing existed.

"I knew that the teacher was knowledgeable and would definitely know, you may have just forgotten a little!" Ping'an wanted to laugh but held back, knowing that the teacher didn't want to lose face in front of the students, so he gave the teacher a step.

"Hmm... Yes, by the way, all the soldiers who defended the city before were killed in battle, and there was no one living in that house, so you should take it over there and live there! After all, there is such a famous beast, and it is appropriate to have a little temper. But you have to remember that you have to come every day to report, and you can't suddenly disappear again!" Master Kyle said quickly, fearing that he would be exposed.

"Yes, Teacher!"

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At night, Ping An came to a separate cabin next to the barracks. The blood-colored sponges brought back were piled up one by one, and the whole piece was devoured by Xiaobai today, and now there are 39 pieces left.

Xiaobai was still asleep, so he was lying on his stomach weakly on all fours, his beak was open, and his tongue was spit out, and he really didn't look like a proud beast at the moment.

Ping An picked Xiaobai up and put it on the bed on the side, and felt very hot when he touched Xiaobai.

"It's really strange, how can it be so hot!" Although Ping An was a little puzzled, he didn't worry too much, since Xiao Bai could recognize the blood-colored mist and devour it, he should naturally be able to withstand the reaction. He could sense through the realm of consciousness that there was still a lot of blood-colored mist in Xiao Bai's abdomen that he had just swallowed, but these blood-colored mist were slowly being absorbed by his body and gradually decreasing. When all the blood-colored mist it inhales into its body is absorbed by its body, its body temperature should return to normal.

Ping An pondered for a moment, got on the bed, sat down and began to meditate, and the spiritual power was released from the body and refilled in the realm of consciousness. In the past, this was a state in which Ping An needed to absorb the thin blood-colored mist that existed in the air, but now it is more useful than before, such as being able to manipulate mental power to separate and compress the blood-colored mist into a solid state for preservation, preventing it from merging into the air again. In addition, when meditation releases spiritual power, it can suppress the spiritual power of all mages within the scope of their own consciousness, so that they can no longer cast magic unless they leave this range. It's like allowing the enemy to lose bullets but have a gun, so that they can't form a combat force. There may be more wonderful uses, but Ping An has not yet experimentally developed them.

At this moment, Ping'an's mental power was still in a very tired state, and now he began to meditate without distractions, doing nothing, and his mind and consciousness were empty. This state can allow him to quickly recover his already exhausted mental power, and generally resting for an hour can restore his mental power to a full state.

When the mental power was restored, Ping An did not waste a little time, and immediately concentrated on and began to control the spiritual power to rush towards a solidified blood-colored sponge, dispersing it back to a large cloud of blood-colored mist, and then dispersed and condensed the blood-colored mist again, compressing it into a solid form, so as to exercise his mental control.

Repeat the cycle and keep practicing. Every time the spiritual power can disperse more parts of the blood-colored mist at the same time, and when it is condensed and formed, it can be solidified to be closer to what he thinks, and at this time, Ping An will secretly rejoice. Maybe you won't get much improvement overnight, but as long as you can make some progress, Ping An will continue to train.

Now that it was no longer the main purpose of Ping An to absorb the thin blood-colored mist that was floating in the air at night, he already had a stock that could be replenished at any time, so it was better to devote more time and energy to training to improve mental control. Ping An faintly sensed that cultivating his mental control would definitely bring him great help in the future.