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The sixth day of Wang Luohan's departure.

Zhang Xiaodao slept for six hours, and when he woke up, it was already afternoon.

He rubbed his eyes, raised his sword eyebrows and muttered to himself: "It's true, don't you sleep when you go out, it causes me to sleep too much, and now I'm full of energy, I'm afraid I can't afford the name of the god of sleep." ”

After muttering, Zhang Xiaodao sat up dissatisfied, and after washing, he pushed open the wooden door wrapped in broken cotton, and a cold air came to his face.

He shivered, put on a cotton coat, stepped on the 'squeak' snow in the courtyard, and unconsciously hummed "Where is the daughter-in-law".

Zhang Xiaodao hummed while doing the first form of "Practicing Physical Techniques without Vain", but without Wang Luohan, he couldn't sleep, and naturally he couldn't use the "Sleeping Heart Sutra" to achieve the best physical training effect.

But even so, he could still feel the burning strength at the base of his arm and lower abdomen.

In the cold winter of Layue, in the frozen world of this extreme north, he was already sweating profusely, and he wanted to strip himself naked and roll back and forth in the snow.

Zhang Xiaodao can do this, fifteen years ago after he became a baby and was born, there are many absurd things like this madness, in addition to relieving loneliness, at that time he actually wanted to prove that he did not exist in this world.

No one can understand the pain of Zhang Xiaodao's first fall on this world.

But one can imagine the confusion in one's heart when a mature modern person becomes a baby, looking at his baby's body, looking at the world in front of him that is completely different from the world he knows.

That year, Zhang Xiaodao, who was unable to walk, looked at the ceiling like a vegetative person in swaddling clothes, and was distracted for a whole year, what a torment was this?

The following year, his favorite thing to do was spend an hour creeping up to the roof and yelling, 'Fuck you?' ’

But Yiqiē was only in vain, until a girl appeared in his dream. He found the only way to relieve the bitterness in his heart.

Without her, Zhang Xiaodao believed that he would be schizophrenic, and without her, he would not be able to integrate into this world at all.

Fifteen years passed quietly in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Xiaodao has integrated into this world, he loves Wang Da Niu and his friends, he loves the Wang family who gave birth to him and raised him, and he loves the butcher father who is always smiling, and he also loves this county town that looks small but has a strong human touch.

But these loves are different from the love for Wang Luohan, fifteen years of mutual affection and mutual complaints, which is too hypocritical, and naturally created a more hypocritical love between him and Wang Luohan.

Therefore, Wang Luohan has only been away for six days, and Zhang Xiaodao's longing is like a flood beast.

He will tamper with the Divine Comedy, and he will sleep like crazy, all to relieve the pain of lovesickness.

It's just relief, after all, it's just relief, and it feels boring to see Wang Luohan's Zhang Xiaodao doing anything.

I don't know how long it took, the stunned Zhang Xiaodao fell into the snow, and his arms and waist and abdomen had been deactivated.

He was like a tired sled dog lying in the snow, snorting and panting in the cold, but it didn't take long for him to stop breathing like a bellows.

I don't know where the strength came from, he sat up with a spirit, and there was a feeling that told him that Wang Luohan had returned.

So he ran to the end of the county like a whirlwind.

When he ran past Wang Daniu's house, the ruffian seemed to know that there was a beautiful woman to watch, and he followed the knife all the way to the outside of the half-earthen wall.

In the distance, the snow is falling, and the world is silvery white.

The girl in the floral padded jacket was naturally particularly conspicuous.

She carried the worn baggage she had taken with her when she walked, as well as a piece of esoteric log.

The log pressed on her body, as if it was extremely heavy, but her steps were not heavy, after seeing Zhang Xiaodao and Wangcai, she waved her hand very happily and shouted: "Knife." ”

Zhang Xiaodao, who was called Dao'er, did not step forward to greet him, but stood still and just smirked.

The reason for the giggle is not complicated, he is not worried that Wang Luohan, who taught himself "Wu Delusion Physical Technique", will have a hard time carrying the log, and he is even happier that she came back a day early.

A day earlier, it seems ordinary, but for Zhang Xiaodao, it is worth celebrating than going back to modern times to win the lottery of five million.

So he grinned with a mouthful of white teeth, squinted a pair of narrow eyes, and giggled in the wind and snow.

Wangcai, the big yellow dog next to him, saw that Zhang Xiaodao couldn't move when he saw the beauty, and after a little disdain in his heart, he responded instead of him, but unfortunately Wangcai's response had no substance, only 'Wangwang'. "But the cry is extraordinarily cheerful, extraordinarily happy!

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People say that a small bie is better than a newlywed.

This truth is true, after Zhang Xiaodao and Wang Luohan reunited, they were extremely sticky, so sticky that Zhang An had to retreat when he saw it, and he couldn't bear to look at it directly.

In addition to the stickiness, the materials that Wang Luohan brought back to make zuò bows and arrows really shocked Zhang Xiaodao.

The log is five feet and one inch long, and its surface can be vaguely seen in the legend that can only be seen in the immortal family, and its texture is mysterious and complex, and it is not an ordinary thing at a glance.

In addition to making a zuò bow, it is not a problem to make a dozen or twenty wooden arrows.

There was also something that looked like a stone, but it didn't look like a stone, it had the same texture as a log, but it was extraordinarily dark, as if it was darker than the night.

Wang Luohan said that this thing can be made into arrow clusters, which are extremely sharp.

Among them, Qingling is undoubtedly the most beautiful object, the tentacles are warm, and the fine hairs are as hard as metal, but each Qingling is exceptionally light, which really makes Zhang Xiaodao puzzled.

Finally, of course, it is the extraordinary bowstring that is crystal clear, looks like a rope, but you can see the spiritual flow inside.

With these high-end and atmospheric accessories, Zhang Xiaodao knew that he would definitely stay away from the hardwood bow after making zuò, and hurriedly wanted to send it to Wang Daniu's house, but was stopped by Wang Luohan.

"No, they can't do it. Wang Luohan said with great certainty.

At this time, Zhang Xiaodao was trying to pick up the log, and was stunned to see that the weight of the log was far from imagination.

Zhang Xiaodao, who did his best, lifted the log to the waist pole, felt that his arms were exhausted, and couldn't help but let go of his hand, and his body couldn't help but lean forward, coming to an extremely standard.

Wang Luohan giggled, and Zhang Xiaodao got up unconvinced and said, "I can do it myself, see if I don't clean up this broken wood." ”

Soon, Zhang Xiaodao, who was holding a tool, tried to take off the log's coat, and then violently inflicted violence.

Then, his own wooden saw actually broke in response, and then he looked at Wang Luohan in amazement.

Wang Luohan said, "Try that pig-killing knife." ”

Zhang Xiaodao looked at the log resentfully and nodded, went back and picked up the pig-killing knife that was one foot and one inch long, usually enshrined, and the surface was full of oil stains, and sat on the log.

With just a light scrape, the skin of the log with a rich texture is easily layered.

Zhang Xiaodao was not surprised by this result, since he was a child, he knew that there was an indestructible pig-killing knife at home, and even when Zhang An named him, he brought the word 'knife', precisely because of this knife.

Wang Luohan's eyesight is extraordinary, and she knows this knife well when she first sees it, but in Zhang Xiaodao's hand, this knife can still easily cut the skin of the sycamore spirit tree, which still makes her secretly surprised.

Zhang Xiaodao only knew its sharpness, I don't know how sharp this knife is, and happily took off his coat for the log, but he was shocked to see that after the bark was scraped off, the inside of the log was like jade, the tentacles were warm, and the aura was raging.

"This?" Zhang Xiaodao looked at Wang Luohan.

Wang Luohan smiled: "It seems that I will give you more remedial knowledge in other miscellaneous studies in the future." ”

Zhang Xiaodao was deflated and said: "I think it's okay, I will go out after saving, you dislike me for being uneducated, in case a rich and handsome person appears again, and I want to snatch love with a knife, my lifelong happiness will not be ruined." ”

When Wang Luohan heard this, he immediately came to Zhang Xiaodao's side, grabbed his arm, and said crookedly: "That's okay, in your words, it's the most interesting to cultivate, I want to raise you to be the most handsome, cool, and tricky man in the world, I'm afraid that you will be powerful in the future, thinking about three wives and four concubines." ”

This is the greasy scene that Zhang An is most afraid of seeing.

Ten days later.

A bow with a body like white jade was placed on a worn-out table top full of mottled marks.

This bow is three feet long, it is not huge in the bow, nor is it small, the whole body of the sycamore spirit tree inside the heart, like white jade, the surface of the body is scattered with a soft luster, there is a hidden streamer fleeting, at first glance it is not ordinary.

Next to this bow, there are slender white arrows, and the tail end of the arrow is tied with a green feather, with the color of the surface of the arrow, which looks a little elegant. It's just that the black arrow cluster adds a rich coldness, as if it can devour everything and kill a qiē.

Zhang Xiaodao, who basically only participated in the design, looked at the bow and arrow with sharp eyes, and said with a heart: "Try it?"

"It's better not to. Wang Luohan said very strictly.

Zhang Xiaodao raised his eyebrows, understanding the meaning of Wang Luohan's words, but he still stubbornly said: "Then go in the middle of the night?"

"It's fine. Wang Luohan agreed, obviously the reason why she disagreed was just that she was afraid that the power of this bow and arrow would be too terrifying, and it would inevitably cause some trouble.

Late that night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and there was no snow in the sky, but for some reason there was a light snow after Zhang Xiaodao and Wang Luohan went out. Against the backdrop of this quiet moonlight, the light snow seems to have turned into a splash of countless starlight falling into the mortal world, which is beautiful.

The target of the martial arts arena, which had already been repaired, was waiting silently.

In this beautiful picture, Zhang Xiaodao suddenly had an illusion, and the arrow target seemed to have become a human face that was not beaten, as if he was waiting for him to shoot the first arrow.

Wang Da Niu and Sun Jian appeared in the martial arts arena at an extremely inopportune time, Zhang Xiaodao could only smile bitterly, he naturally couldn't help but consult with Wang Da Niu when making bows and arrows.

But Sun Jian's appearance was indeed unexpected, but what everyone didn't know was that Sun Jian only saw Wang Luohan coming back with logs on his back at the entrance of the village one day, and he squatted here for more than ten days.

There was no dialogue between the four people in the martial arts arena, and Zhang Xiaodao consciously stood hundreds of feet away.

Wang Da Niu pointed to the arrow target in the center and said, "It's best to be this target." ”

Zhang Xiaodao nodded, his body was straight like a gun, and he suddenly took out a white arrow from the quiver he was carrying and put it on the dragon tendon bowstring.

The three people standing on the side unconsciously held their breath, as if just a gesture had already made them feel that this arrow would be extraordinary.

And in fact, this arrow is indeed extraordinary, extraordinary Cheng dù far from their imagination.

After the bowstring in Zhang Xiaodao's hand was only slightly pulled out of a very small arc, no one thought that he would shoot an arrow, because a bowstring with this arc could not shoot a powerful arrow.

Then, Zhang Xiaodao released the three fingers pinched at Qingling's arrow feather at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, an unimaginable scene appeared in front of the eyes of the four people.

The arrows that were shot were not weak, but turned into a white lightning bolt and flew out.

The weirdness of "times" and the extremely sharp sound pierced people's eardrums, and only hearing the sound of breaking the air, Sun Jian knew that the power of this arrow was too strong.

However, this was not enough to make the four jaw-dropping.

The arrow feather suddenly disappeared into the air after flying out of the hundred-foot gap, and the starlight in the sky strangely changed the direction of the natural fall, gathering towards the anxious arrow feather.

The starlight that followed by the fast-flying arrows turned into a brilliant galaxy, incomparably dazzling and dazzling.

After a breath, the huge target burst open, and there was no sound, because by the time the cluster of arrows hit the target, the area was already covered with stars.

At this moment, no one could see what the underbeaten target was.

Until the mottled starlight in the sky began to distort for some reason, and then turned into silver, scattered all over the ground, like countless fireflies falling to the ground, lighting up the surrounding space, but there was no arrow target that should have stood here!

Zhang Xiaodao glanced at Wang Luohan with some sneer, looked at the fantasy scene in front of him, and said in a low voice: "It's not starlight, it's not fireflies, it's just broken snow." ”