He Weitong slowly opened his eyes, and the time had come to noon.

He Weitong put on his robe, slid open the door and walked out of the wooden house, and saw Simu who was practicing swords in the courtyard.

"Fellow Daoist Baicao, you're awake." Simu saw He Weitong at the door and stopped to say hello.

"Hmm." He Weitong nodded.

"Uncle Shi, are you hungry now? I can heat up my morning meal. Jiale, who was chopping firewood on the side, also put down the movements in his hand and walked over and asked.

"Don't bother, I'll just eat a little." He Weitong said with a smile.

"Don't bother, Uncle Shi, you go wash up first, and I'll go to hot dishes." Jiale said.

"Jiale ......" Before He Weitong could speak, Jiale ran into the kitchen.

"Baicao Daoyou, you just let him go!" Shimu said the same.

He Weitong looked at the four eyes in the courtyard, and finally nodded, not insisting any longer.

After speaking, Simu continued to practice his swordsmanship, He Weitong couldn't understand it, because the swordsmanship of Simu was full of loopholes in his eyes, and it was fluttering.

He Weitong didn't have the leisure to point out the loopholes in the four-eyed swordsmanship, he came to the right side of the courtyard, a large vat.

He Weitong lifted the wooden cover, and then used the water in the gourd to start washing.

This process did not take more than five minutes in total, and after washing up, He Weitong sat in the courtyard and watched the four eyes practice swords.

"Brother Four-Eyed Dao, the swordsmanship you practiced is Maoshan's swordsmanship."

About a quarter of an hour later, He Weitong really couldn't stand it anymore, so he asked.

Sweating profusely, he stopped the movements in his hand, and then said to He Weitong: "Baicao Daoist has misunderstood, the swordsmanship I made is not the inheritance of Maoshan, but my own private blind creation, if it stains the eyes of Daoyou, please don't blame Daoyou." ”

He Weitong showed an expression of "I see", it is understandable that the four eyes were blindly created by themselves, if Maoshan is at this level, He Weitong will wonder if it is Maoshan.

Maoshan's profession is to focus on punishing evil spirits, but ordinary martial arts are not so bad.

Take the four-purpose senior brother Lin Fengjiao as an example, Uncle Nine not only has a profound Taoism, but also has a good kung fu, Maoshan boxing, Youlong Bagua palm and the like.

"That being the case, why doesn't Brother Dao practice the exercises inherited from Maoshan, but instead practice this immature swordsmanship, with all due respect, this swordsmanship created by Brother Dao is a little too immature." He Weitong said bluntly.

"What Daoyou said is that if my swordsmanship fights with others, it will definitely be inferior to others, but it is barely enough to deal with zombies and ghosts." Shimu said.

He Weitong paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "It should be so." ”

He Weitong was preconceived, and the opponents of the four eyes were ghosts most of the time, so the profound martial arts were secondary.

Because most of the time, he relied on casting Dao methods and using magic weapons to defeat the enemy.

Thinking about it this way, He Weitong thought about it, the martial arts of the four eyes in the original play were indeed not very good, but he still subdued the fox demon and the royal zombie, and before that, there were definitely not a few other ghosts he subdued.

These examples are proving that ordinary martial arts are not necessary to control the enemy, and powerful martial arts can naturally help you better subdue demons and eliminate demons, but there is nothing if you don't have it.

"Brother Dao, take care of yourself! Leave me alone. He Weitong said.

Simu continued to practice his swordsmanship, this set of soft swordsmanship, in He Weitong's opinion, is like a child playing at home, he shot down, Simu will lose his life.

This is also the sorrow of most Maoshan disciples, the root bones of Taoism and the talent of practicing martial arts are not connected, so some people practice Taoism for a long time, but when they practice martial arts, they are obscure to everyone.

Simu is like this, he may be a good hand at dealing with ghost zombies, but if he comes to a mortal who knows a little kung fu, he may not be able to parry.

He Weitong is like this now, as long as he doesn't hit the Dao of the Four Eyes, he can easily kill the Four Eyes.

After another quarter of an hour, Jiale's voice suddenly came from the kitchen.

"Uncle Baicao, it's time to eat."

Soon after the words fell, Jiale's figure walked out of the kitchen, still holding three plates in his hands.

He Weitong got up, and then followed Jiale into the wooden house.

…………………

Time flies, and an afternoon passes in silence.

The sun sets, and the heavens and the earth return to darkness.

He Weitong picked up the spear again and sat down in the corridor in front of the wooden house.

In the wooden house behind him were Jiale and Jingjing, who were grinding medicinal herbs, of course, the dead eunuch and the child were inevitably inside, and Chizuru had already put on a Taoist robe at this time and sat aside with a peachwood sword.

At this time, although Chizuru was still weak, he was already able to move, but he didn't have much strength in his body.

Of course, when encountering zombies, you can only wait for death, in his heyday, he was not the opponent of the royal zombies, how can he be now.

Tonight, whether the royal zombies will come, none of them can say.

This is already the third day after the royal zombie was injured, and according to the zombie's recovery speed, it's time to come.

If you don't come today, you may not come tomorrow, because the child is dying, and the characteristics of the zombie on his body are becoming more and more obvious, when the child completely becomes a zombie, the blood connection between the child and the royal zombie will be broken, and the royal zombie who has not yet come will have no reason to come.

The night was long, and He Wei and the others waited until late at night, that is, at one or two o'clock in the morning, and did not see the arrival of the royal zombie.

Simu and Ikyu have been back and forth several times.

The two of them still patrol the night outside like they did on the first night, looking for the royal zombies in the woods near the wooden house.

In just a few hours, the two of them had made five round-trips, and they would return every hour from eight o'clock in the evening to see if He Wei and the others were okay, and then they would stay in the cabin for a quarter of an hour, and then go out to patrol the night.

He Weitong sat in the hallway with a spear in his hand and closed his eyes.

"Da !!"

He Weitong frowned, immediately came to his senses, and moved his ears.

In this extremely dark environment, the eyes are not really effective, and sometimes they are not as effective as the ears.

Suddenly, He Weitong opened his eyes suddenly.

Because the vibration came from under his feet, He Weitong got up suddenly, then turned around and looked inside the wooden house.

He Wei was shocked, and directly threw the spear in his hand into the lobby.

"Ah!!h

Everyone in the lobby was stunned for a while when they saw the spear coming quickly, and they didn't know how to dodge.

"Bang !!"

The spear passed directly through the body of a man, and then hung it on the wooden wall with the man's body.

It took a few breaths before everyone reacted from the mutated event.

"Wu Shilang!" Everyone looked at the corpses on the wooden wall and exclaimed.