Chapter Twenty-Seven: Yu Xiaogang's version of survival in the wilderness
"I'm sorry, teacher, for speaking of your sadness." Tang San looked apologetic, his expression just now was obviously noticed by Yu Xiaogang.
Let's not talk about whether Yu Xiaogang has a future, if he destroys the impression in the teacher's heart now, it must be him who has no future.
Even if someone can't break through level 30, it's still no problem to pinch him, a little kid whose first soul ring hasn't landed yet, now.
Yu Xiaogang was also much more generous than Tang San imagined, after so many years, he had long been accustomed to cynicism and strange eyes, not to mention that Tang San was still unintentional.
"Nothing, I'm used to it.
Come, let me introduce to you, the reason why it is called three cannons is because his cry is a roaring sound, and it can only attack three times, isn't this name very appropriate, haha! ”
Although Yu Xiaogang laughed loudly, Tang San could hear the sadness and self-deprecation in his words.
To be honest, Yu Xiaogang's reaction at this moment made him have a little resonance, in his previous life, as a genius of the Tang Sect, he was actually looked down upon, so he did this kind of stealing cheats, he realized the bitterness of the same frustrated person from Yu Xiaogang's laughter.
"Three cannons, open the way in front of the head!"
"Hello."
The tacit cooperation of this person and soul beast was very sad in Tang San's eyes, but what could a lonely frustrated person do except not care, the prejudice in people's hearts was like a mountain, and the people who were overwhelmed.
The soul ring on Yu Xiaogang's body flickered, like a large nightclub light bulb, and he took Tang San to follow Luo Sanpao towards the depths of the Soul Hunting Forest.
Although this bulb only has two colors, it looks a little monotonous.
"The sense of smell of the three cannons is very sensitive, and because the consumption of mutated soul power is very small, after we find a suitable soul beast later, he will be seriously injured, and then you will make up for the knife and take this to complete the final blow."
Yu Xiaogang obviously found out that Tang San had no long body, if he didn't provide a weapon, he could only see if his fist could smash the seriously injured soul beast later, and he couldn't expect the blue silver grass to support the dead soul beast.
Although this short sword is gorgeous, it is only gorgeous, it is not a divine weapon, and he himself cannot have a divine weapon, so he will give it, and he will not feel distressed at all.
The two of them and one beast went all the way, Yu Xiaogang was indeed a qualified teacher, and he took the initiative to explain the various soul beast materials he encountered along the way.
And Tang San was also a diligent and studious student, and he was not satisfied with all kinds of soul beast information, so he took the initiative to ask the strength level corresponding to the soul ring.
One is easy to learn, one is easy to teach, and the other is to listen to it from a distance, Tang San and Wang Er have benefited a lot, although Wang Er listens to it as a short story, just like watching a wilderness survival column.
Anyway, Yu Xiaogang didn't take the initiative to attack the soul beast along the way, probably because Luo Sanpao only had three chances to attack, but this style of wilderness survival is afraid that he can only starve nine times in three days.
Luo Sanpao's three attack opportunities were not wasted along the way, and the desire to attack this group of soul beasts for ten years was not strong, if it weren't for Yu Xiaogang's explanation that was quite interesting, Wang Er would have fallen asleep.
Just cautiously all the way, the well water did not interfere with the advance of the river water, until it was getting late, Luo Sanpao was stunned and did not find a chance to make a move.
Yu Xiaogang looked at the sky, due to the particularity of the martial soul, he was an ordinary person except for those three attacks, so he was extremely cautious, and this trip to the Soul Hunting Forest was almost like surviving in the wilderness.
The first rule of survival in the wilderness, never act at night.
Night can affect people's eyesight and reflexes, but wild animals in the forest often forage at night, and they should not be forced to the door.
As a professional wilderness survival master, Yu Xiaogang naturally didn't have such a little experience, and after choosing the camp, he took out a large glass bottle and handed it to Tang San.
"Sprinkle around, remember to be even, it's a matter of safety, don't be sloppy."
Yu Xiaogang said solemnly, Tang San, as a descendant of the Tang Sect, was naturally very proficient in such a thing as medicine, and he confirmed the effect of this thing with a casual smell.
It's nothing more than a kind of realgar powder that repells snakes, insects and mosquitoes, although he doesn't care, but when Yu Xiaogang is sprinkling it on his side, he is still teaching him the knowledge of survival in the wild, which makes him a little moved.
It's just that while I was moved, I couldn't help but have a big disrespectful thought in my heart.
It is estimated that no serious soul master needs this kind of knowledge, after all, Luo Sanpao's strange martial soul should still be rare.
It's one thing whether someone else's martial soul is strong or not, and it is definitely impossible for staying power to be like Luo Sanpao.
Tang San's own Blue Silver Grass was known for its low consumption and strong staying power.
That being said, Tang San was still very cooperative in catering to Yu Xiaogang's teachings, after all, it was useless or not, and the true feelings were true.
The sky was getting darker, and the forest was returning to its original state, but the silence was mixed with the low roars of snakes, insects, and beasts.
Yu Xiaogang said that some powerful soul beasts like flames, so they don't have a warm fire and a warm dinner.
It was pitch black all around, and the two took out dry food and casually dealt with dinner.
It is completely different from the hot scene on Wang Er's side.
Listening to Yu Xiaogang's explanation of survival in the wilderness also aroused Wang Er's interest in experiencing life, and at this moment he also entered the Soul Hunting Forest.
It's just that unlike Tang San and Yu Xiaogang's cautiousness and coldness, he not only lit a fire, but also grabbed a rabbit-shaped soul beast, skinned it and cramped it, sprinkled cumin, and prepared dinner.
The warmth of the firelight, as well as the smell of roasted rabbit meat and cumin, attract the powerful beings in the Soul Hunting Forest.
Wang Er didn't care, he was not a three-second man like Yu Xiaogang, he could only fire three cannons, even if it was a relatively large consumption of grandma iron drawing, he could open it all night.
No, just now, two soul beasts that were carried away by desire pounced, and they were burned into charcoal in mid-air by Amaterasu released by Wang Erwanhua Pupil's writing wheel.
Caution is only applicable to the weak, and the strong have to be domineering, otherwise it will take a lot of effort to become stronger.
If you can't manifest yourself in front of others and enjoy life, then it's not cost-effective to suffer so much before.
Wang Er's roast rabbit hadn't yet arrived, and Tang San and Yu Xiaogang had already finished nibbling on the cold and stiff dry food, and they were leaning against the tree and chatting at this moment.
Yu Xiaogang's experience made him cautious, and he also attached enough importance to Tang San's disciple, so he checked the knowledge given to Tang San during the day over and over again, for fear that he wouldn't remember it.
Tang San was moved, but also a little impatient, and after answering the question, Yu Xiaogang suddenly changed his words.
"Xiaowei, do you know why I said that soul master cultivation is the most important when you are young?"
The low and hoarse voice carried some sad emotions, although Tang San and Wang Er both guessed that the old boy was ready to tell a story, but neither of them had any wine on them.
Tang San could only shake his head cooperatively, indicating that he didn't know anything.