Lying to people is not Jiang Ruyun's original intention, this is an instinct that has been exercised in a long life, otherwise he may be beaten more. But Chasuna didn't care about this, her expression was a little strange, her eyes stared directly at the eyes of Moro, the blush on her face became more obvious, and she said with a bit of a reluctant taste: "Your mother is so good......"

Jiang Ruyun looked at her a little distracted, but he didn't know what was wrong with her, and said in his heart: "Does she not have a mother?"

Sympathizing with each other, Jiang Zhiyun immediately felt that he had caused the girl to be so sad, and he couldn't bear it, so he stretched out his hand and took the Eye of Moro into his arms, got up and said: "Ah, it's not early, I suddenly remembered that I still have some things to do, and if I don't go, it will be too late." So, I have to take my leave. ”

The Eye of Moro left Chasuna's sight, and she immediately came back to her senses, but her face turned even redder, and her expression was slightly twisted, but she still fastened her belt to Jiang Ruyun, and then straightened up, turned her face to Jiang Ruyun and said, "Childe...... Childe did delay some time with me, so that I understood a lot of things that I didn't know before, thank you very much! Childe has something important, Cortana doesn't dare to keep Childe anymore, Childe please take care of yourself. In addition, this belt can be regarded as a thank you to Childe, please don't dislike Childe, it's all Cortana's heart. ”

Jiang Zhiyun hurriedly said: "No, how dare you dislike the girl's craftsmanship in the future! The girl gave it generously, and she won't shirk it in the future, thank you for the girl's kindness." However, since the girl just said that my rabbit skins are good, take a few rabbit skins and give them to the girl, in the girl's hands, these rabbit skins will definitely be able to be turned into fine clothes, and also taste my gratitude to the girl, I don't know what the girl thinks?" Jiang Zhiyun leaned the rabbit skin and stick against the box and bowed.

"It's fine. Chasuna smiled and nodded, and returned the salute.

When I came out of the inn, it was already dark. Stepping out of the store, Jiang Ruyun felt a little strange in his heart, it was already dark, why didn't he see the girl and the stall owner at the embroidery stall?

Don't they live together?

After thinking about it, he looked back at the inn, and felt that it was a little redundant to go up and ask Chasuna again, so he shook his head and put the matter down, and hurried to the blacksmith shop.

Jiang Ruyun spent half a tael of silver to buy the gun head, and rushed to the carpenter shop to buy the gun handle, but the carpenter shop was already closed, so he had to wait for one night and take the gun handle the next day to go up the mountain.

The inn needs a room fee of one or two dollars a night, and he may also bump into Chasuna, Jiang Ruyun feels that it is not suitable to go to the inn to solve the problem of sleeping. After taking a look in private, he found a farmhouse and saw that the haystack at the door was dry and tall, Jiang Ruyun immediately got into it and began to fall asleep. Compared to the grass stacks and the firewood and grass huts on the cliffs, although it is a little worse here, it is not a problem to sleep at all.

With a gun, a complete spear, Jiang Ruyun had a lot of feelings in his hands, and the spear also seemed to have life in his hands, and the two began to grow over time at the same time.

In the next ten days, the days seemed to return to the original track, reading books, studying the art of war, practicing marksmanship, and practicing internal skills every day, Jiang Ruyun did it meticulously. With what had happened these days, Jiang Ruyun was very satisfied with his current practice.

Gradually, due to his concentration, he has been able to memorize the things in the war book backwards, and the marksmanship has been rotten by heart, and the only thing that can't be fast is the cultivation of internal strength. After reciting the booklet of the internal strength heart method for three days and three nights, Jiang Ruyun forcibly memorized the internal strength heart method, even if the book was taken back by Gong Yi'an now, he could continue to cultivate.

But when he was free, Jiang Ruyun felt that there was something very strange in the middle.

Generally speaking, the internal strength and mental methods are divided into levels, but this set of internal martial arts in "Bingwu" has no levels, but when it comes to what it feels like to practice what mental methods, so that the air flow can move forward without congestion, Jiang Zhiyun thought about it for a long time, but he didn't figure out why the person who wrote this book wrote it like this.

Could it be that this guy is writing nonsense?

No way.

Jiang Ruyun has been practicing for nearly three months, and there are no problems with the practice, and the practice is quite fruitful, not only the breath is now able to flow smoothly in the body, but also the body does not feel uncomfortable, let alone go crazy, which shows that there is nothing wrong with this set of exercises, and it is impossible to write it blindly!

After thinking about it, there is only one explanation, and that is that the person who wrote the book deliberately wrote it this way.

Since it was deliberately written like this, there must be a reason for him, but what could it be?

It is not said in the book, and no one can explain it. Jiang Ruyun was a little helpless, and he had no other choice, since he had already started practicing, there was no way to stop, unless he could find the answer to this question.

Unconsciously, a month has passed, and the New Year has passed, but there are no New Year's arrangements on the mountain, but even if it is the New Year, Jiang Ruyun has no benefit, so he doesn't care whether it is New Year. What makes Jiang Ruyun happy is that the weather is starting to warm up, the ice and snow in the mountains are beginning to melt, and his firewood house will not be too cold, so that he can sleep more comfortably when he sleeps at night.

During this period, the brothers and sisters came much more diligently than before, some sent Jiang Ruyun delicious food, some sent him use, and some sent him clothes to wear, large and small items were piled up, and Jiang Ruyun had to build another firewood house to put these items.

In addition to sending things, the chats between the brothers began to be rich, some people wanted Jiang Ruyun to ask questions, some people discussed problems with Jiang Ruyun, and some people even took their own experience to talk to Jiang Ruyun, Jiang Ruyun did not refuse, and unconsciously he also grew a lot of knowledge.

This is what Jiang Ruyun has been looking forward to.

Among the senior brothers, the sixth senior brother has also come a few times, but I don't know if it is because the stalk in my heart has not dissipated or for some other reason, I just follow the rules of Wanlingtang to ask what is missing, and it does not involve other topics. Jiang Ruyun didn't lack anything, so he didn't pay much attention to him, anyway, there were still a considerable number of people in Wanling Hall who still looked at Jiang Ruyun and didn't care, and Jiang Ruyun didn't need to pay attention to them.

Feng Minghua basically comes every day. Basically, in addition to coming to Jiang Ruyun every day to report his cultivation experience, he told Jiang Ruyun about the new things he had been able to hear about recently, and when he came for the last time, he brought a piece of news. Venerable Dianwei has officially issued the documents of the imperial court to the Demon Monarch of the Ten Palaces, and the Demon Monarch disciple he has selected will go to the imperial capital with him for a three-year special training. Among them is Feng Minghua.

The departure date is set on the second day of the second month of February.

"The day the dragon raises its head, what a good day!" Jiang Ruyun said. "Why did your father agree to let you go?" Jiang Zhiyun asked. Jiang Zhiyun knew that this was Venerable Dianwei's request that he had agreed to, but he didn't want to tell Feng Minghua that this was his request.

Feng Minghua smiled bitterly: "My father can't wait for me to get to the edge of the sky quickly, how could he give up such a good opportunity?"

Jiang Ruyun smiled and persuaded: "Don't talk about your father like that, maybe things are not what you imagined." You see, your father doesn't like you on the surface, but hasn't he deprived you of the title of son of the world? ”

Feng Minghua shook his head and said: "Forget it, don't break this matter, anyway, it's useless, as long as the old man doesn't mess with my mother, it doesn't matter if I am the son of the world or not, anyway, his position as the demon lord is the worst ranked among the ten hall demon lords, so it doesn't matter if you want it or not." ”