From flying stones to hunting pheasants, to catching rabbits, under the pressure of Uncle Gong, Aimo finally got his hands to eat. The uncle said that he should eat first if he is injured. In the early days, Aimo could only gnaw bones every day like a dog, and now he can be regarded as having a bite to eat.

Aimo took a few rope nooses, went to the forest early, carefully checked the ground traces, and chose the place where the hare ran fast, and was careful not to trample the rabbit tracks. Then he went to the other side of the woods to hunt pheasants.

Gongyang Jia trained him for many days, and he had the right head in his hand, and a few fist-sized stones were thrown far away, and the pheasant could not be killed and seriously injured, and then chased him to death, and the pheasant got into the grass and was caught.

Wait until evening, and then go back to a few places to see if there are rabbits. Once, he caught a lynx, but he was stronger than a rabbit and almost broke his trap and ran away, but fortunately Ammo came just in time to catch up with a mess and smash him to death, and had a delicious meal in the evening.

After resting for more than half a month, Gongyang Jia's injuries have not been intact, and he coughs badly when the cold wind blows. But the medicine and salt in the cave were gone, and the two had to walk back with difficulty, and now Uncle Gong was still trembling with his crutches empty-handed, and his bags were all on Aimo's back. In fact, the two of them didn't have anything to bring, just a few animal skins and a long knife with a curly blade. The animal skin was the cover for them to spend the night, and the long knife was the blade of the uncle, and now it was the kitchen knife for chopping meat and cutting grass.

"If you want to learn the Beast Soul Soul Technique, you must have perseverance and perseverance. Uncle Gong took a breath and moved a few steps with difficulty, while talking about some topics that Amor was interested in, "Ahem, I can't teach, but I have a friend who can teach." Ahem, when I get to Liangba, I will introduce you to learn. ”

"What about the uncle?" Aimo was carrying the animal skin, tired and out of breath all the way, but he was very excited to hear that he could learn the beast soul spirit technique, but he was worried about Uncle Gong's body, "As soon as I leave, there will be no one to take care of you." ”

"My friends are all over the world!" Uncle Gong was very arrogant, "Ahem, there are friends all over the world." Besides, I'm stiff, cough, cough, it's good when the weather is warm. ”

"I'm going to miss you. Aimo is very grateful for Uncle Gong's care, and yearns for the life after learning the beast soul technique, and when the time comes, he is not afraid of wolves, and he can go home, "How long will it take to get to Liangba?"

"Five more days. "Uncle Gong is not sure, the past few days are getting slower and slower, and the itinerary is not accurate.

"Last time I said five days, it's still five days. "Aimo really wanted to jump to Liangba in one step, but the sick old man walked too slowly.

"What's the hurry, good food is behind. Uncle Gong taught him a lesson again, "Learn to calm down, you know?"

"Good. Elmo saw a stream in the distance, and the surrounding terrain was flat and unobstructed, making it an ideal campsite, "Where to stay tonight?"

"Go ahead, I think it's good here!" Uncle Gong didn't move, he sat on the dry grass, and he was really tired and tired.

"Dead old ghost, you didn't teach me another hand!", Aimo muttered as he put down the hide, cleaned up a nest for Uncle Gong, and then carefully set up defenses everywhere, thinking about what he had forgotten, "There are snakes in summer, and what are you afraid of camping by the stream in winter?" By the way, there is only one water source around here, and the wild beasts of the wasteland come to drink water at night, and the stream is a natural hunting ground, so it is inevitable to avoid the attack of fierce beasts! ”

Uncle Gong squinted his eyes and didn't answer, the survival skills in the wilderness, if you can't say everything, it depends on everyone's understanding. There are people who come to adventure in the Desperate Wasteland every day, but there are more in the mouths of the dead beasts, and if you want to bring back the treasure from here alive, luck and strength are indispensable.

Maybe it was because the stream was in danger, or maybe he was tired and didn't want to move, but Uncle Gong didn't explain, so he sat down and enjoyed it, waiting for Aimo to hunt and barbecue and set up a defensive night. These things were all voluntary by Ai Mo, and I felt that I had learned a lot from them, and I was also able to learn the Beast Soul Soul Technique from Uncle Gong's friends, so I was happy to think about it.

After dinner, Uncle Gong did not let the bonfire be lit, and went to sleep in the hides. Aimo dug some traps from afar, set up a cordon, and snuggled up in the hides of the beast, half-asleep and half-awake on duty, but all night was unharmed.

"It's too close to Liangba, maybe there will be adventurous teams passing by, and it's too obvious to light a bonfire at night. Aimo reported last night's thoughts to Uncle Gong early in the morning, keeping in mind the truth that the vigil is important to defend people, "The two of us are too weak and easy to be plundered. ”

"Long-winded, let's go. Uncle Gong scolded without bothering, and walked towards the stream on crutches. Aimo hurriedly packed up the hides, packed his bags and carried, and hurriedly followed. As he waded through the creek, Aimo looked around closely, and saw no trace of blood on the banks of the river, and there had been no wild beast fighting on the river beach last night.

At noon, he saw some figures walking on the grassland in the distance, and Aimo was so frightened that he hurriedly hid. He turned around to take a look, but saw Gongyang Jia walking away to meet the comer, and couldn't help but stand strangely holding the knife.

"Is that a friend? Gongyang Jia of the Nolie Adventure Group will form a friendship with you!" Gongyang Jia greeted warmly, with a smile on his face, which was not what Aimo thought at all, and people were tense as soon as they met.

"My friend, the Jie Zhen Adventure Group shares weal and woe with you!" A tall and thin man walked across and hugged Gongyang Jia warmly, "I'm the head of the group, Song Feiwen, it's an honor to meet you." Didn't you let the wind swallow it?"

"My meat is not delicious, and I spit it out again!" Gongyang Jia snorted, "Jie Zhen's adventure group is Bo Yuntian, can Captain Song relieve me?"

"Brother Gong smiled, we have the name of the Nuolie Regiment. Song Feiwen was very polite, "Encounters in the wilderness are fate, let alone any relief, it is too few things to be ashamed to make." Fourth, get some supplies for the Norlie Regiment to save the emergency!"

On the opposite side came a stocky man, unpacking his bags and passing over some bread and salt. Gongyang Jia didn't want any injuries and equipment, and the journey home was very close, and they still needed these adventure materials more. These bold men waved off and went on a hunting expedition into the wasteland in search of their dreams and fortunes, but Elmo laughed as if he were facing a great enemy.

"In broad daylight, they don't dare to mess around. "These breads and salt bari may have been poisoned, and they came to attack us at night when we passed out." It's indispensable to guard against people, isn't it, uncle? Hey, old man, leave me a piece of bread!"

Ai Mo saw that Jie Zhen's adventure group was far away, so he put down the broken knife in his hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and reported his worries to Uncle Gong. But when he turned around, he saw the sick old man gobbling up bread, and hurried over to snatch a piece of it, which he had been looking forward to for a long time.

That night, Elmo stared at him all night with wide eyes and nervousness, and no one came except Qingfeng, which made him unable to understand.

"Why don't you come to eat us?" Aimo had big dark circles under his eyes, and his hands and feet quickly rolled up the animal skin to pack his bags, and he was very confused about how to get along with people, "Could it be that the name of the Nolie Adventure Group is too loud to scare them?"

"Make breakfast, starve me to death!" Uncle Gong has not answered questions for a long time, ignoring the question baby, and Aimo can only guess by himself.

Walking further, there were more people encountered, and it was Gongyang Jia who stepped forward to greet him, asked for some supplies, and even asked Aimo for a set of clothes. At last he was so happy that he jumped into the stream to take a good bath, despite the cold weather, and then put on his clothes contentedly, and was no longer dressed as a wild man. And these days, he is no longer wary of strangers, and he will smile with white teeth.

"Tomorrow we will be in Liangba. Uncle Gong's words were like a heavenly sound, which made Ai Mo very excited, "I'll send you to a friend's place to hone first, but you must remember that they have a lot of rules, and you will agree to whatever you say tomorrow." Otherwise, I won't be able to get in, and I won't care!"

"Okay, I'll agree to it tomorrow!" Aimo was so happy that he couldn't sleep, and I came to the beautiful world.

Liangba is a long ridge of earth, which seems to be a wall across the desperate wasteland, outside the wall is a paradise for wild beasts, and inside the wall is the world of man. However, the slope of Liangba is gentle, and beasts and humans can cross it at will, and it is not an absolute dividing line, but only a psychological line of defense against the adventurers of the Desperate Wasteland.

But for Aimo, when he came to Liangba, he saw a lot of prosperity in the world, and many vendors and pedestrians came and went, which made him rarely watch it non-stop. The animal skins that he had worked hard all the way made Gongyang Jia sell them for a few silver coins, and he was very curious about these shiny things, so he wanted to come over and play for a while.

Behind the Liangba, there are some old and immobile adventure hunters who set up stalls to sell goods, selling urgently needed equipment, medicines and salt, and also buying clumsy animal skins to provide convenience for hunters who come and go. These old hunters were born and died in the desperate wasteland all their lives, accustomed to the days of wind and rain, and did not want to go back to the town to idle when they were old, so they lived behind the Liangba, and went to stand on the Liangba when they had nothing to do, blowing the rough wind on the wasteland, and nostalgic for the green years when the blood was boiling.

Aimo didn't understand the minds of these old hunters, but he was only interested in the red, green, and green things they set up and sold, and he felt that everything was fresh, and he couldn't wait to pick up everything and ask about it. But after Gongyang Jia sold the hides, he led him straight out of the market, and then crossed the Liangba again, and walked in the direction of the setting sun.

In the evening, the two of them entered a dense forest, and after a little further walk, Aimo found that there was a large manor in the depths of the dense forest. Gongyang Jia was very familiar with this dense forest, and turned left and right along the path to find a side door, and then stepped forward and knocked. This knock on the door made Aimo like it for a long time, and it was much more polite than when they knocked on the cellar door. Could this be a mysterious place to learn the Beast Soul Spiritual Technique? No wonder Gongyang Jia was so polite, Aimo thought, his eyes eagerly looking left and right.

"Gong Lao Hei, what are you doing again?" As soon as the small door of the manor opened, an old man in neat clothes came out, much better dressed than those old hunters who set up stalls, it is estimated that he is a friend of Gong Yang Jia, and the title is also very casual, but it makes Ai Mo very curious, how did he become "Lao Hei"?

"Steward Li,......" Gongyang Jia stepped forward to salute, and the voice behind him was very small, and Aimo couldn't hear it clearly.

"Are you voluntary?" the two of them muttered for a while, and Steward Li turned his head and asked Aimo, "No regrets?"

"I'm willing!" Ai Mo's long-awaited moment came, and he nodded vigorously, deeply afraid that if he was evil, Steward Li would not be able to learn the beast soul spirit technique, and he was afraid that the happy life of his dreams would fly away.

"Remember what you said!Lane Spirit Beast Manor never does evil, but it is not to be offended either!" Steward Li confirmed again, his expression was very serious.

"I agree, I don't regret it!" replied Aemor earnestly, endorsing the fate he had chosen. Spirit Beast Manor, listening to the name is the long-awaited place, happiness wells up in my heart, and Aimo's eyes bloom with joy. Of course, he also caught a glimpse of a golden thing that Steward Li threw to Gongyang Jia, which was more beautiful than the silver coin that sold animal skins.

"There will be no time in the future!" Gongyang Jia put away the gold coin, waved his hand at Aimo who had entered the manor, and then quickly turned to leave, as fast as a dog, it seemed that the injury was all healed at once, and Aimo didn't have time to say goodbye.