[I blew the eagle bone whistle and summoned according to the old law. [After a while, there was the sound of rotting leaves turning and grass and trees shaking.

[Goblins, boys and girls are nervous, and the unknown is fearful. [They saw the devil's vine stop in front of me, and they were relieved.

[I saw the devil's vine rolled up flexibly and obediently, and I hung it on my waist. The goblin was surprised and said, "Brave, I didn't expect you to have an ancient skill that is almost lost even among the druids.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't expect that the technique of manipulating the devil vine was so rare? [I patted the two devil vines summoned and said: Now, our safety is more guaranteed.

This secret passage was walked by goblins many years ago, and it is safe. But their stamina quickly ran out.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't plan to do anything these days, and he keeps his daily diary. Sometimes I have to take a diary to read even when I eat, which shows the depth of my hard work.

Miao Cuihua said angrily: "Your wordless book is so attractive? "Usually Zhao Chuanxin peeks at her intentionally or unintentionally, but his eyes never leave the broken book these days, is it really Yan Ruyu in the book?

Zhao Chuanxin raised his head and bared his teeth and said, "Sister Hua, you don't understand, I have read millions of books, and my eyes are already enlightened." You see it has no words, but I think it is more wonderful than everything in the universe. Miao Cuihua saw that he was fascinated by reading, so she helped him pick up vegetables and put them in his bowl.

Zhao Chuanxin felt that even his own mother was not as good as Miao Cuihua to take care of him. Isn't this the woman that mom bao man dreams of?

[After we had a good rest, we continued on our way. 【The brother and sister lost their initial fear, and were full of curiosity about the strange shape of the plants and trees in the Shadow Forest.

Along the way, they asked me and the goblins about the names of these strange plants. [Goblin said: This glowing tree has a memory that is even stronger than ours.

Three hundred years ago, when I came here, it was a small seedling. Rub, three hundred years have passed in a snap of a finger, and Zhao Chuanxin's envy is about to flow down.

This is better than pretending, and he can give full marks. When will you have a lifespan of 300 years? [The goblin also said: This piece of grass in the shape of a heart is called a heart-protecting grass.]

If it is taken by mashing, it can be used to treat patients who are dying due to heart problems. When the brother and sister heard this, they squatted down and dug the grass.

When Zhao Chuanxin heard this, his heart moved. He hurriedly wrote: [I also dug up some herbs. Then take it out with a pass-through key.

While eating, Miao Cuihua saw that Zhao Chuanxin had more weeds in his hand that he didn't know what the name was, and the rice almost spewed out.

"Didn't you read a book, where did you get this?" Zhao Chuanxin temporarily closed the diary: "Quick, Sister Hua, didn't I chisel two flower pots out of wood yesterday?" Let's plant the grass first. "A cure for heart disease.

I don't know if it will work for an emergency such as myocardial infarction, but if it does, it will be terrible. Miao Cuihua was startled when she saw him, and she didn't dare to slack off, so she put down her chopsticks and went to get the flower pot.

The most important thing in Laoyinggou is the black humus on the mountain, after filling it, Zhao Chuanxin said: "Sister Hua, you are a little later, I want to fertilize them." He took out the night pot of the old god and shook his wrist in a strange and strange position.

Miao Cuihua was stunned: "This is the dancing god?" Or is it the practice? Zhao Chuanxin said: "Hurry up and go into the house, otherwise you will regret it." "Miao Cuihua

"Cut" said: "When you were struck by lightning, I saw it, what kind of ...... is this" Before she finished speaking, she knew that she was speechless, so she quickly shut up.

Zhao Chuanxin was suddenly, no wonder for a while, Miao Cuihua was always afraid of herself. It turned out that I saw the scene where he charged Thor's hammer.

He smiled and said, "Sister Hua, you have to get used to this kind of thing in the future." Seeing that Miao Cuihua did not listen to persuasion, Zhao Chuanxin gently dripped a drop of stinky liquid into the flower pot.

"Vomit ......" came from Miao Cuihua's gagging sound. Zhao Chuanxin smiled evilly, grabbed the humus picked on the ground, covered the stinky liquid, and the taste suddenly became a lot smaller.

Then he sealed the night pot of the old god, put it away, grabbed Miao Cuihua's hand and went back to the house. After entering the house, feeling the softness of his palm, Zhao Chuanxin hurriedly let go.

Miao Cuihua didn't care about anything else at all, and bent over and retched vigorously.

"Shut this up." Zhao Chuanxin brought a new wet towel. After Miao Cuihua covered it, the water vapor moistened her nasal cavity, and her sense of smell was finally no longer guilty.

She asked angrily, "What's that?" It's disgusting. ”

"This is a liquid that I have blessed, it stinks, but it is very good for the crops." The taste of coming and going less, Zhao Chuanxin is a little used to it.

"Okay, Sister Hua, let's continue to eat." Miao Cuihua said angrily: "If you want to eat it, you can eat it yourself." "She simply lost her appetite.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed and continued to flip through the diary. [Let's move on. I found myself becoming more and more familiar with my surroundings.

[It turned out that we arrived at the place where the forest spirits lived. [Goblins and forest elves are familiar, they have the same roots, they are all a group of dwarves.

[The patriarch of the forest elves said to me: Stranger, I haven't seen you for a long time, and you have now become a brave man.

[Although there were many conflicts between us at the beginning, I was quite happy to see the old people.

[I asked: The forest spirit elves, how are you doing during this time? Damn, Zhao Chuanxin still remembers that he was put on several occasions by this dog who doesn't have a long heart and eyes.

[The forest elf patriarch sighed: After a long period of development, the clan land inhabited by the curtains has become increasingly barren, and the growth of crops is far from being as good as it was at the beginning.

After experiencing war again, life was not easy. Zhao Chuanxin's eyes narrowed. Counting these forest spirits, he doesn't have much psychological burden.

He wrote: [I said: Perhaps, I can help with this. 【The forest elf patriarch was surprised: Really, brave, that's great.】

Oh, don't be in a hurry to rejoice. Zhao Chuanxin continued to write: [I said: Of course. We're old friends, aren't we?

I believe in friendship and would like to be the first to show mine. 【The forest elf patriarch showed an eager look on his face: Brave, you are right, I also believe in our friendship.

Grass, that's it? Zhao Chuanxin said that the dog thing is too shameless. He wrote: "I said, "Oh, you believe in friendship, but you don't want to show your friendship first, right?

【Forest Elf Patriarch: ......】【After a long while, the Forest Spirit Elf Patriarch said: Brave, let's be straight, what do you want?'

The corners of Zhao Chuanxin's mouth turned up. If you don't see a rabbit, you don't scatter an eagle. He wrote: "I said, "Don't worry, my friend, let's see what I can bring to you.

Zhao Chuanxin used the key to teleport the night pot of the old god to the past, and taught him how to open and seal it

"Me". [I took the night pot of the old gods and dripped a little stinky liquid on one of the crops of the forest spirit elves.

[Boys and girls are disgusted by the stench. However, the goblins and the curious forest spirits did not vomit.

【The forest elf patriarch was shocked: Stranger, this is the holy relic of the old gods of our dwarf clan, how did you get it?】

God, even if the entire Shadow Forest withered, this treasure could bring the forest back to life. The gods of old used to hold it and hover it in the sky, sprinkling blessed liquid in the air to revive the earth from its slumber.

Huh? There was a sense of picture. Zhao Chuanxin imagined that he was holding the night pot of the old god at an altitude of thousands of meters, sprinkling stinky liquid like rain.

When a stinky rain comes, it is estimated that regardless of the grass and trees or crops, they will grow wildly. It turns out that the night pot of the old gods was actually used like this.

He wondered if it would be better if he flew an airplane. He wrote: "I said, "Since you know this treasure, you should know its efficacy.

【Forest Elf Patriarch nodded: Yes, Brave, I know its magic. So, what price do I have to pay to get back our dwarven treasures?

You know, except for us dwarves, you humans and other races can't stand this smell.

Thinking too much. I can't stand it, I can take a wet towel to plug my mouth and nose. Zhao Chuanxin wrote: [I said: You can only exchange for the liquid spilled by the baby, but not for the baby itself.

[The goblin next to him suddenly interjected: I also recognize this treasure, I remember, you spirit elves know how to make a mechanism to manipulate this treasure.

I suggest you make a deal for it. That's the benefit of having more friends. There are always people who know how to do it.

[The forest elf patriarch looks embarrassed: Friend, you must know that making that kind of mechanism requires a lot of forest elf psychic metal.

Brave, it's the kind of metal I once gave you for the head of the carving knife, and you should be familiar with it.

You know, sensing metal is so precious. I'm Cao ...... Zhao Chuanxin's heart beat wildly. It doesn't matter if it's a mechanism or not, but the Elven Knife is too powerful.

Of course, he knew how rebellious this thing was, so he hurriedly wrote: [I said: Patriarch, we are friends, aren't we?

This is not a transaction, it can only be said to be a gift from friends. I've solved a lot of problems for the forest elves.

You know, I'm never going to impose friendship on someone who doesn't need it — who thinks I'm insignificant.

【The forest elf patriarch hesitated for a moment: Brave, you are right, we are friends. Well, I agreed.

Although this product agreed, Zhao Chuanxin did not take it lightly, afraid that he would secretly put himself again.

[I use the night pot of the old gods to water the land of the forest elves to the fullest. [Even though I covered my mouth and nose with a towel, I was still dizzy from the smoke.

[The forest elf patriarch suggested: It is better to leave this work, which is too hard for you humans, to our clansmen.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even think about it, so he refused directly. He wrote: [I said: No need, this is a testimony of friendship, I need to do it myself, otherwise it will appear that I am not sincere.

【Forest Elf Patriarch: ......] [I said: Patriarch, please go and make a mechanism, I don't worry about my sense of smell, I care more about my mechanism.]

This time, Zhao Chuanxin chose to strictly guard against it. He wants to take advantage of the cheap, but the benefits will not be given more. [Finally, I watered all the land of the forest spirit elves.

【The forest elf patriarch gave me a scepter made of unknown wood.】 [It says: Brave, place the holy relic on the handle.

【The forest elf will tell me how to use it, in fact, the essence of the method is the same as that of the elf carving knife.】

[The difference is that the original elven carving knife, only the tip of the knife is inductive metal. Now, it's all inductive metal, inlaid into the inside of the scepter.

[I can manipulate the scepter as a whole, and I can pull the scepter in the air without shaking it.] The handle can also be drawn, and the elven carving knife can be stretched and stretched up to two meters, still sharp.

The forest elf patriarch named the scepter - the Scepter of Redemption. Because he believed that even if the world was on the verge of destruction, the blessed liquid in the holy relics in it could redeem all things.

【The forest elf patriarch begs me: Brave, I swear by the honor of the whole clan, and the forest elf clan will always be your friend.

All I ask you is that when you no longer need the Staff of Redemption, or when your life is at the end of your life, please return the Staff of Redemption to my forest elves.

[I hesitated, thinking about another

Will "I" make a promise to the forest elf patriarch. Zhao Chuanxin was shocked. This is the first time, in the diary

"I", referred to him. This is like Zhuang Zhoumengdie, which made Zhao Chuanxin confused inside and outside for a while. Originally

"I" always knew that Zhao Chuanxin was manipulating him. Probably

"I" think that Zhao Chuanxin has done a better job than him, or is more shrewd. So

"I" are willing to listen to Zhao Chuanxin most of the time, and I will only resist if I violate his bottom line. Is this the first formal communication between the two?

Zhao Chuanxin pondered for a moment: as long as he is alive, he will never be able to hand over the scepter of redemption.

It doesn't matter if you don't pay it back before you die. People are going to die, and there is no need to be a miser to bury the scepter in the coffin, and there is a risk of robbing the tomb, and even death does not stop.

Just as I was thinking about it, the diary was updated again. [The forest elf patriarch gave two options: one, promised it, in addition to the scepter of salvation, it would also use warm wood, combined with my devil vine and eagle bone whistle, to make a whip weapon that can store stinky liquid as the main driving force and can survive the long and severe cold as a reward.

Two, if I don't promise it, I won't get anything. Zhao Chuanxin was stunned, and there was an unexpected gain.

This time, the Sen Spirit Elf Patriarch really made a bloody investment. But it's not surprising when you think about it. For the long years of the dwarf race, the short life span of human beings has not even been able to make waves in the long river of history.

They can afford to wait. Zhao Chuanxin wrote: [I promised the forest elves that when I die, I will return the scepter of redemption.

[I vouch for my reputation as a brave. [I, the goblins, and my brother and sister, left the Forest Spirit Elf Clan.

In front of Zhao Chuanxin, there are two more treasures. The Scepter of Salvation is made of wood throughout, but it is denser than ordinary wood, and should be very strong.

The head of the handle, Zhao Chuanxin reached out and could just hold it, which contained the night pot of the old god. There is a hole in the handle, and when the old god's night pot is opened, the stinky liquid can be poured out.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the tail of the scepter again, and he felt that holding it here could be used as a blunt weapon, equivalent to a hammer.

Pressing the mechanism and pulling out the handle, it was a blade of similar length to the original Elven Carving Knife, but this time it was all made of sensing metal.

His mind moved, and the blade quickly extended, becoming thin and long, like a thread. Cut it towards the corner of the square table, and cut off a piece as easily as cutting tofu.

Zhao Chuanxin was overjoyed. If you fight with the little devil with a bayonet, you can easily cut the opponent with a gun and a bayonet, and even his body will be cut in two by him.

I don't know what mechanism the forest elves have installed in the handle of the Scepter of Salvation. Even if he shakes, the Old Gods' Nightpot does not exert a lateral force.

But as long as he wanted to, he didn't have to shake it, and the internal blade could touch the mechanism, leaving the Night Kettle of the Old Gods in the air.

This means that he will no longer have to behave like a staff in the future to control the Night Pot of the Old Gods. Look at the Devil's Vine Whip again, the roots of the Devil's Vine are wrapped in a piece of wood that feels warm to the touch.

There's a storage bin here to store a little bit of stinky liquid. Even if the devil vine does not suck blood, it is enough to support its activities.

Like a chain saw, as long as you add oil, it will work. He started by using devil vines to ambush his enemies.

It's a pity that it was cut off later. Hanging the devil's vine whip on his waist, Zhao Chuanxin carried the scepter of redemption, went to the small river outside the courtyard, and said to Miao Cuihua excitedly: "Sister Hua, clean up, we will leave tomorrow." Miao Cuihua was washing clothes, and said curiously: "Let's go, what are you doing with a burning stick?" ”

"......" is regarded as a holy scepter of redemption by the forest elves, and in Miao Cuihua's eyes, it turned out to be a burning stick.

Zhao Chuanxin happily held the handle, and lacked a suit, so he looked more like a gentleman.

"Sister Hua, look, I don't look like a Western aristocratic lord?" Miao Cuihua wrung out Zhao Chuanxin's clean clothes, put them in a wooden basin, got up with her arm, and held Zhao Chuanxin's arm with the other hand: "Go home, my noble lord." "At this time, the weather has begun to get hot, and Miao Cuihua wears less.

Zhao Chuanxin felt that the soft peaks had captured his arm, and rubbed it uncomfortably.

"Sister Hua, what's the little bump, rubbing my arm, grinding panic." Miao Cuihua leaned in, her voice had a real hurt as if she had added something to wear, and said charmingly: "I'm a little woman, unlike you who have an iron will." When you're away, I read too. Wang Yangming said, when you don't see this flower, this flower and you will die together; When you look at this flower, the color of this flower is immediately understood. Maybe it's the flowers rubbing against you, because now you feel the flowers. "I'm Cao...... Zhao Chuanxin, who has always had the upper hand on his tongue, was teased all of a sudden, and his mouth was dry in an instant.

Even the way I walk has become weird. He unnaturally flipped the scepter in his hand and coughed dryly: "What, Sister Hua, you hurry up and dry your clothes, I'm going to inform Li Shutong." Seeing him withdraw his arms, his legs staggered awkwardly, and ran away with a cigarette.

Miao Cuihua smiled: "I am so fast, do you think I can't do anything?" "The waist is swinged, and I went back to the small courtyard to dry the clothes.

In the distance, there was a group of backwater soldiers who were fetching water, looking at the back from afar and swallowing their spittle: "It's the goblin of Captain Zhao's family." ”

"Captain Zhao is not shallow, Emma, I am really envious."

"I envy you for going to Nangang to find your sister."

"Take a look at this goblin, and then look at my sister and I'm not interested. I've never seen such a beautiful woman. ”