Time flies, and it's midsummer in a blink of an eye.

At night, deep in a secluded forest.

In the clutter of bushes, there is an inexplicable and unknown commotion.

Not far away, a young man with long hair and shoulder-length hair sat cross-legged on a half-zhang high blue and white boulder.

After half a year, Mo Hansheng's size has risen a lot, his originally thin figure has become more and more refined, and his rough skin is not as dark as before, and now he looks quite masculine and heroic.

At this moment, he was closing his eyes and exercising, and his true qi slowly wandered through the eight veins of the Qi Sutra.

There was silence in the forest, and only the sound of the wind passing by could be heard.

Suddenly, a huge black shadow burst out of the grass with a "swish".

In mid-air, an extremely majestic beast nearly a foot long stretched out its claws and teeth towards its prey on the boulder.

Under the moonlight, a black shadow instantly appeared above the head of the meditating boy.

At the moment when the claws were about to crush his head, Mo Hansheng slapped the boulder with both hands, and kicked his legs backwards and upwards.

I saw him stand upside down, and his right foot was slammed into the jaw of the beast.

The behemoth of more than 300 catties flew upside down, drawing a long trajectory on the ground and rolling up large patches of smoke and dust.

Mo Hansheng's body turned over lightly, half-squatting on the bluestone, and his black eyes revealed a calm and calm temperament.

The smoke and dust cleared, revealing a colorful tiger with a whole body of blue and gray and black stripes.

The beast rose from the ground, its eyes glazed over, and it was nailed to the unexpectedly difficult opponent.

I saw it trampling back and forth on the ground, letting out a low roar from its mouth, and the huge tiger's mouth was slightly tilted, and it was actually kicked to the jaw dislocated by Fang Cai's kick.

Mo Han was angry and calm, his eyes looked at him calmly, and he was fearless.

In his right hand, he flashed a scarred Pu knife, the blade flipped, and the moonlight pierced the tiger's eyes with the help of reflection.

"Roar."

After the black giant tiger let out a terrifying roar, it immediately turned and galloped, but fled without a fight.

But Mo Hansheng was faster than it, and he jumped out, and chased within half a zhang in a few breaths.

He slashed at the tiger's leg, but heard a strong wind whistling in his ears, and hurriedly flipped his body.

A stout tiger tail like a pitch-black iron rod grazed the tip of his nose and eyelashes, cutting off a strand of hair that would not have time to fall back.

"Bang."

The blade slashed, leaving a slightly deeper wound on the tiger's hind leg.

Mo Hansheng slapped the ground with one hand, got up to catch up with the giant tiger, and slashed at the tiger's neck as thick as a tree trunk.

The trapped beast that injured its hind legs was still unwilling, and the tiger's eyes were full of anger and fear, and he still wanted to fight to the death in a panic.

Unfortunately, the opponent's knife was too fast and too hard, and before it could react, the blade had already cut through the tiger's skin and stabbed into its throat.

At the moment when the tip of the knife stabbed the neck bone, Mo Hansheng grabbed the fiercely struggling tiger's mouth with his left hand, and the right wrist holding the handle of the knife suddenly turned, with the tiger's head as the center and the Pu knife as the radius, drawing an extremely rounded arc.

Mo Hansheng slapped his palm on the black tiger-faced door, and with the sound of a bone crack, the huge head flew straight out two feet away and rolled to the ground.

A rat with a round body and light yellow fur emerged from the grass and stood in front of the tiger's head that was unwilling to look at it.

It touched its white tiger whiskers, which looked like steel needles, and then circled around the back of its skull.

I saw that the thick red blood couldn't stop flowing out, but the position of the incision appeared very flat.

Shi Shan nodded, showing a look of satisfaction: "Yes, your current kung fu can already squeeze into the ranks of second-rate masters in the rivers and lakes, of course, this refers to the era when I mixed the rivers and lakes." Time has changed, but I have never understood the strength of the people in the rivers and lakes today, but there should not be much difference with my estimate. ”

Mo Hansheng smiled slightly, his right arm shook, and shook off the blood on Pu Dao.

In the past six months, countless fierce snakes and beasts in the jungle have died at his hands.

From the beginning, only some rabbits, elk and other herbivores could be killed with traps, but now they can solve a tiger with hundreds of hands unscathed and with ease.

He could clearly perceive a radical change in himself, increasing in speed and strength.

After countless vicious fights, the clothes have been torn and torn dozens of times, but those old wounds have not left many marks on the body.

Mo Hansheng took out a white porcelain vase from his body, with a smile in his eyes.

If it weren't for the bottle of high-grade gold sore medicine given by Ning Xitao, he would probably have been covered with scars by now.

Although the bottle was already empty, and even the smell had dissipated, he was still used to carrying it with him all the time.

"Don't be stunned."

There was the urging sound of Shishan on the side.

Mo Hansheng took the porcelain vase into his arms, dragged the corpse of several hundred catties to a winding stream and began to peel and clean, and then cut off pieces of flesh and blood from it and began to eat.

Not far away, Ishiyama held a twig that had been sharpened out and wrote small words in the mud wet with stream water.

After a while, Mo Hansheng finished eating tiger meat and found a clearing to build a bonfire.

Ishiyama came to sit down by the campfire, pointed to his masterpiece in the distance, and said, "Go ahead." ”

Mo Hansheng's face stiffened, and he asked weakly, "Do you have to be literate to cultivate immortals?" ”

Shi Shan sneered: "Illiterate people are not worthy of cultivating immortals. ”

Mo Hansheng retreated in defeat, dragging his heavy footsteps away, hanging his head and dejected.

Shi Shan looked comfortable, skewered the cut meat into the iron skewer, and snorted softly when he was happy.

Not long after, the aroma of meat wafted out, and Ishiyama had a full meal.

It glanced at the dysliterate household who was squatting beside the tree with a sad face, and it was also a big head.

In terms of martial arts, Mo Hansheng showed amazing talent and understanding, and he improved thousands of miles in a short period of time.

But such a trivial thing as literacy has become a big problem for him.

Starting from Hidden Dragon Town all the way here, passing through dozens of villages and towns of all sizes, I spent nearly 200 days and nights, and almost nothing.

Slightly complicated words could hardly fit into his mind anyway, and only those words with very few strokes and simple structures could barely memorize a few, but they were also forgotten overnight.

After a long time, Shi Shan inevitably began to suspect that Mo Hansheng was a rare ......

It's just that judging from his daily performance, he doesn't look like a fool at all.

Ishiyama thought about it for a long time, and finally thought of a possibility, and things seemed to get more tricky.

Shi Shan interrupted Mo Hansheng, who was desperately trying to read and write.

"Mind congenitally handicapped?" Mo Hansheng's eyes were slightly cold, and he didn't quite understand the meaning.

"For now, that's the most plausible explanation." Shi Shan casually threw a small piece of dry wood into the fire, "Divine thought is the most mysterious thing in the human body, and countless monks have never stopped studying divine thought for thousands of years, trying to peek into the mysteries contained in it. Unfortunately, I don't know if the human power is too small or the conditions for the composition of the mind are too complicated, so I have not heard of anyone who can make achievements in this path. ”

"According to some superficial research at present, the vast majority of human cognitive abilities correspond to a key position in the mind. The reason for your failure to read is probably the lack of the part of your mind that corresponds to the words. Of course, the vastness of heaven and earth and the strangeness of all things do not rule out another possibility: there are other mysterious problems in the world that are more difficult to solve than the mystery of the gods. ”

"Do you have to be literate to cultivate immortals?" Mo Hansheng raised this question again.

Shi Shan looked at him and said solemnly: "The journey of cultivating immortals is endless, not only do you have to practice all kinds of complicated spells, but you also have to learn to identify and collect the countless spirit plant pills, casting magic weapons and millions of demon beasts recorded in the vast classics like the sea of stars, etc., the hardships and tediousness are unimaginable to ordinary people. What's more, due to the differences in factions, races, and regions, the different civilizations in the world are changing all the time, and it is impossible for monks who can't even do basic literacy to go far on the road of cultivating immortals. ”

Mo Hansheng asked, "But aren't the internal strength and heart method and the eight basic sword techniques I am learning now dictated by you?" ”

"There is no banquet in the world, and no one can always follow you for guidance at any time." Shi Shan rolled his eyes and said, "Besides, every monk will have a lot of ulterior secrets, and the secret techniques of exercises, heavenly and earthly treasures, and some stolen goods of unknown origin cannot be easily revealed. The slightest carelessness will lead to death, because outsiders are always outsiders and should not be trusted. ”

The forest suddenly became somewhat silent, except for the sound of firewood crackling in the flames.

"I can trust you." After a long time, Mo Hansheng stared at the flames, a smile appeared on his face, and the firelight shone brightly in his pupils.

Shi Shan was stunned for a moment, and was silent for a while, before he said a little unnaturally: "Don't trust others easily, whether it is the rivers and lakes, temples or monks, the world is full of deceit, and no one is absolutely trustworthy except yourself." ”

"Since it's a problem with the mind, it's useless to continue to be yourself, wait until you find Sunset Mountain and then make plans." Without waiting for Mo Hansheng to speak, Shi Shan quickly ran away to find a shady place, covered it with soft silk and lay down, "Let's rest early tonight, and speed up tomorrow." ”

The crescent moon bent, the shadows of the trees swayed, and Mo Hansheng took the stream water and poured it on the bonfire.

The evening breeze blew away a trace of the heat of the summer night, and Mo Hansheng squatted on the tree stump and looked at the moonlight.

"Thank you."

"If I hadn't met you, I'm afraid that I would still be trapped in Ningfu and enslaved by people, and life and death would not be up to me."

"You let me see the scenery outside and let me know that my destiny can be in my own hands."

"You said that my presence gave you hope. On the contrary, why not? ”

"So, I'm willing to trust you all the time."

There was no response, a slight snoring sound came from the soft satin, and the white fluff on the mouse's belly rose and fell with his breath.

The boy smiled and muttered to himself at the night breeze.

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