Chen Manman can actually sharpen knives, interesting.

This is Chen Qingshan's first reaction, like Chen Manman's whetstone, Chen Qingshan also has one, and the material is very similar, which makes Chen Qingshan have a good impression of this girl.

"Click".

Chen Qingshan took out a dark thing in his hand, it was the whetstone that Chen Qingshan used when he sharpened his knife in Jishui Town, if there is any work in this world that can be done without capital and without too much effort, the sharpener is one of them.

All it takes is a small whetstone to make ends meet.

"You've sharpened knives for people, too?" Chen Qingshan threw the whetstone in his hand upward, drew a curve in front of Chen Manman, and then reached out to catch it.

From the moment Chen Qingshan took out this whetstone, all of Chen Manman's attention fell on Chen Qingshan, a small whetstone greatly narrowed the relationship between the two, and now Chen Manman's vigilance against the three people in this carriage has almost completely dissipated.

Chen Manman nodded: "Hmm." ”

"After all, you can't eat enough just by begging, and you can help rich people sharpen kitchen knives and scissors or something, and people will enjoy food, and they can live on this way." Chen Manman said, although he did not mention how much suffering she had suffered from the north all the way here, but he could also hear that the little girl's journey was probably not easy, or even difficult.

"Oh? Have you ever sharpened your sword? Chen Qingshan asked softly.

"Yes, but not many opportunities." Chen Manman replied truthfully.

"Okay." Chen Qingshan put away the whetstone and stopped talking, not knowing what he was thinking.

Chen Manman stood up and bowed sincerely to the thirteen: "I'm sorry, I just hurt you." ”

Chen Manman was sorry for hurting Dao Thirteen just now, Dao Thirteen's face turned blue and white for a while, and finally let out a sigh, raised his hand and waved: "It's okay." ”

He said what else could he do, what could he not do.

Late at night, Ah Lan put the big coat on Chen Manman again, Chen Manman was like a wounded young beast, curled up in the corner of the carriage, and fell asleep, but judging from his frowning brows, Chen Manman did not sleep peacefully, probably in a dream, remembered some things, and saw something that he was unwilling to face.

Seeing that Chen Manman's body began to tremble, and an unknown syllable sounded in his throat, the big piece that was draped on Chen Manman's body by Ah Lan seemed to seal the demon, constantly sifting, Chen Qingshan sighed, came to Chen Manman's side, squatted down, condensed his divine sense, and pointed at Chen Manman's forehead.

The wisdom of the fingertips condensed, like a ray of dawn in the dark night, comforting Chen Manman and making Chen Manman slowly quiet.

For the cultivation of the divine soul, it is not difficult to appease another person and calm him down, not to mention, Chen Manman has not yet cultivated in his body, so it is simpler, as long as he introduces it into a deeper sleep.

The dream realm is controlled by Chen Qingshan, so naturally there will be no more threats, and it can be regarded as a small illusion used by the cultivation of the high realm against the low realm.

Chen Manman let out a dream, she hadn't slept like this for a long time since she left the northern border.

In the early morning of the next day, before dawn, outside the camp of Shengyan Academy, there were three figures, two large and one small, Chen Qingshan, Ah Lan and Chen Manman.

After Ah Lan's soul collapsed from the Qishan Disaster Snake, his cultivation plummeted, and he almost fell out of the initial realm, which means that Ah Lan wants to repair back the lost cultivation, but it is not without benefits, and now Ah Lan is more like a pure monk, rather than the snake goddess of the Chaos God Sect.

Everything about the Qishan Snake will slowly turn into nutrients and supply Ah Lan, so that Ah Lan can cultivate faster than the monks of the same generation, but Ah Lan also has her own ideas, she wants to be a gun cultivator, like her grandfather Huang Baijia.

"It's a great thing for a woman to carry a spear, let alone a girl from my family." Chen Qingshan leaned on a tree, looking at the figure of Ah Lan not far away, Ah Lan was practicing the most common gun moves, stabbing, piercing, splitting, and collapsing, although it was simple, but each style was full of strength, and it could be seen that Ah Lan played extremely well, which should be the credit of the Eastern Capital Gun Immortal.

I saw that Ah Yan's spear was like a dragon, bringing up a huge gun, and the gun swept the leaves and rustled. Ah Ming's slender figure is convenient for the shadows of the swaying trees to disappear from time to time, and the moves of the drill are slowly changing from simple to complicated, but Chen Qingshan can see that every move, every potential, is the essence of thousands of tempers, whether it is offensive or defensive, it is extremely perfect and balanced.

Every type of marksmanship practiced by Ah Lan is extremely lethal, even if it is performed with Ah Lan's current cultivation, the cultivation of the ordinary initial realm may not be Ah Lan's opponent.

A yellow-green leaf slowly falls in the air, swaying continuously.

Ah Mo turned around, and one returned the horse pistol.

With a "poof", an extremely light sound, the tip of the spear passed through the veins of the green and yellow leaves, and slowly opened the leaves from its center at a very slow speed, and then the head and body of the spear were exposed.

The spear suddenly turned castrate, and Ah Mu moved with the gun, and a spear pierced into a large tree at a very fast speed, blasting a hole the size of a bowl in the tree.

With a "squeak", the big tree fell in response, and Ah Lan stood with his gun closed, adjusting the gas machine, and his movements were like flowing water.

Chen Manman's eyes were full of brilliance, and she was now full of desire for all the ways to make herself stronger: "Sister Ah Lan is so powerful!"

\"If you want to learn, I'll teach you." Ah Lan didn't have the slightest intention of hiding it, he looked back and smiled, Huang Baijia's gun style could not be granted, but it did not prevent Ah Lan from teaching Chen Manman some gun tricks for self-defense.

"What is there to learn about her marksmanship, why don't you learn whip with me!" A discordant voice sounded, Chen Qingshan frowned slightly, and with a wave of his hand, a golden sword strip appeared, and the heaven and earth were already hanging behind him.

The person who came was Bai Chan, the female gentleman of the academy, who seemed to have used some kind of panacea, and the injuries on her body yesterday had been healed.

The whip was raised high behind him like a scorpion tail, and Bai Chan pointed his hand and shuttled through the forest, instantly piercing through a large number of trees, and continued to walk forward, and the shadows of the trees behind him fell to the ground.

Bai Chan is using facts to prove that her whip is stronger than Ah Lan's spear, this female gentleman of the academy has had great malice towards Ah Lan since she set out from Chang'an City, and now she does not hesitate to compete with Ah Lan for Chen Manman's right to teach.

Although Bai Chan doesn't like Chen Manman, it seems that as long as she can make others admit that Ah Lan is inferior to herself and make Ah Lan lose face, she is willing to do it.

There was a lot of noise in the woods, and in an instant, many people came up.