In the spring of March, the Qian Mansion is full of vitality, and all kinds of flowers compete for beauty, attracting bees and butterflies to hover in the meantime.

The branches of the hundred-year-old trees in the courtyard also pulled out the green young leaves, inviting birds to stop on them, chirping, so happy.

It's a pity that these were completely ignored by the hurried maids in the corridors.

All of them showed a precarious face. Occasionally, one or two noblely dressed women hurried through with small burdens in their hands, without any grace or luxury.

In a rockery in the Qian Mansion, Nangong Xiao was trying on a set of clothes, but he used his divine sense to scan the surroundings from time to time.

Now the scope of his divine consciousness far exceeds that of the same level, more than sixty zhang away.

He knew about Qian Fu's chickens and dogs, but he just snorted lightly and withdrew his senses, after all, he was used to this situation.

This situation had started seven days earlier, and the whole house was in a state of panic within a day of word of mouth from the families who had fled back.

Later, I don't know who spread the rumor that the claim for 500,000 taels of gold could not be reached, and the Qian Mansion was destroyed, which pushed everyone's fear to the extreme, even though Qian Baocai made many words to appease, but with little effect.

Later, after some people found out that Master Qian had disappeared for many days, they strengthened the authenticity of this matter.

Most people begin to prepare for the back road, contact acquaintances to see where they can be taken in, or simply return to their hometowns.

As a result, there was an endless stream of young men and women who returned to their hometowns within a few days, and they didn't even want wages.

This also attracted the aunts and wives who had Qian Baocai to secretly pack up their private money in order to find a way out.

As a result, in the Qian Mansion, there was a scene of people "fleeing from the famine" in the wind and rain season.

And Nangong Xiao has not been idle in the past few days, actively preparing for the showdown in half a month.

On the one hand, he practiced his spells as skillfully as possible, and on the other hand, he painstakingly made a set of clothes.

It's definitely not an exaggeration to say that it's been painstaking. The clothes are made of animal skins that were peeled from the gibbon last time.

Because he can now be said to lack both offensive weapons and defensive strength.

When it comes to weapons, he can kill the enemy with an evil knife as a last resort, but he doesn't have any armor.

Fortunately, there was no way to go, and he remembered that the animal skin was extremely tough, especially compared to the best steel armor.

He pondered sewing a set of protective defensive armor.

I don't know if he was lucky or not, no mortal soldier he found himself could hurt this skin in the slightest.

And now that the time is limited, there is no time to let him find a way to try them one by one. I had to hit the evil knife with my idea.

With his current cultivation, he can only use the evil knife for two quarters of an hour a day, and after using it, he will cough up blood, and it seems that he will lose his vitality just by holding it.

In the past few days, the blood in the whole body has gone to half a catty.

Fortunately, he is a monk, both in terms of physical bearing and recovery ability, which is higher than ordinary people, and he has money and treasures to provide daily supplements, so it does not have much impact on the body.

Nangong Xiao used half of the demon bear's animal skin to make a set of armor, fortunately, his sewing skills were specially learned in his previous life, and he was skilled, otherwise he really had to consider finding a blood transfusion kit.

Now he wants to try it on and see what he's worked so.

This set of armor is divided into body armor, elbow pads, wrist pads, knee pads, belts, headbands, shorts.

In fact, there is also a pair of gloves and boots.

But think of yourself wearing fluffy white gloves and fluffy little white boots, walking down a street that is not the middle of winter.

How to imagine it is also the perfect combination of gender warp and two hundred and fifty.

My face was frozen, and the other parts were normal. So they weren't put in the plan.

He adjusted it and began to put it on one by one, then his left hand conjured a ball of clear water, and then his fingers drew a circle, and the clear water turned into a one-man tall water mirror.

Nangong Xiao stood in front of the mirror and almost laughed with a pounce.

The way he looks now, he doesn't look like a monk at all, but he looks a little like the barbarian warriors who ran out of the snowy mountains. If you say it again: everything is for the tribe, it is probably more like.

Although it is a bit nondescript in appearance, he now focuses on practicality.

With this barbarian suit in his body, at least all soldiers are not afraid.

Immunity to spells, especially fire and water, is particularly significant. The fireballs rubbed by themselves, and the water arrows hitting the armor had no effect at all.

Because I haven't really learned how to refine weapons, it's a blessing to be able to sew such a tough animal skin like a piece of clothing.

This is still thanks to him when he pulled down his old face and learned from the tailors in other people's sewing factories.

Nangong Xiao saw that there was no problem, so he made a casual move, and a white robe was put on the outside, and the wide robe made it impossible to see the armor inside.

Moreover, the skin of this demon bear exudes a refreshing cool air, so that it does not feel the heat at all.

Nangong Xiao nodded with satisfaction, feeling that this half catty of blood was worth it.

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There is a poem that says, "The flowers are gradually charming, and the shallow grass can have no horseshoe", which is really an appropriate description of spring travel.

At this time, Nangong Xiao was galloping on a fast horse, carrying fishing gear, wine and food, and moving fast on the forest road in the suburbs.

Today is only three days before the appointed date, and Nangong Xiao has almost done all the preparations he can make, so now he wants to go out fishing and relax.

Speaking of fishing, it can be said that it is one of Nangong Xiao's few hobbies.

From his mind, fishing can relax people's nerves, eliminate people's tension, hone people's patience, and enjoy the joy of fish taking the bait, and take the opportunity to have a good meal, which can be described as a good thing to kill multiple birds with one stone.

So Nangong Xiao wanted to take this opportunity to stabilize his emotions.

After all, the other party is an opponent who can threaten his life, and he is also a monk

。 He was facing the first monk battle since he stepped into the path of cultivating immortals, even if he was a battle-hardened veteran, he was inevitably nervous.

Nangong Xiao galloped more than ten miles away and came to a small riverside.

The river is called Moshui, a small tributary of the Qianjiang River, the largest river in the light country, and was supposed to be an obscure small river, but the river became famous for producing a small fish called the red pike.

The fish is red and has a shuttle-like body, reaching adulthood, and its size is only slightly larger than that of an adult's palm.

Therefore, it was named Red Shuttle. The red shuttle is cunning by nature and extremely difficult to catch, but because of its showy appearance, it is often bought by wealthy families as an ornamental fish.

Moreover, the meat of this fish is fat, and it is generally divided into two methods: stewing and frying. The former soup is milky white and delicious, while the latter is crispy and dipped in a unique sauce, which is sweet and delicious.

Since Nangong Xiao heard this rumor, he went to Moshui many times to try fishing, and finally found this inconspicuous fishing spot.

He turned over and dismounted, took off all kinds of fishing gear, took out the prepared bait, found a direction by the river, and threw food and nest.

Then he sat down on a raised rock, holding his rod firmly, waiting for the fish to take the bait.

Today, Nangong Xiao's luck was good, he used the Spirit Eye Technique to see the situation in the river clearly.

The preparation was sufficient, which attracted a lot of fish, including the red shuttle.

A few hours later, he had caught several days of big fish and five red shuttles.

As long as the bait is properly fed, the fish can be said to be powerless under the hand-eye coordination ability of Nangong Xiao Monk.

Suddenly, Nangong Xiao, who was resting and eating, looked six or seven miles away at the other end of the riverbank, where there was a collision of spiritual energy, which seemed to be a fight between monks.

There are three or four people, and judging from the spiritual pressure, these people are not very high in cultivation.

However, he was not interested in visiting one or two, and besides, he would have a life-and-death battle in three days, and he didn't want any accidents.

Just when he was hanging high and didn't care about himself, the group of people actually came in his direction, and Nangong Xiao couldn't help but smile bitterly.