"You're kidding me, aren't you?"

Nan Er wiped the corners of his mouth, his mouth was full of oil, and the mood that was originally happy because of the delicious food was suddenly knocked into the dust again by Xia Zhicicada's words.

Every time Xia Zhician said this, Nan Er was tired and tired of fighting, and most of the time it was with some inhuman monsters, so he could only barely parry, and he was tired and sweating every time.

“……”

Xia Zhician didn't speak, but sometimes not speaking is more effective than saying 10,000 words, and the appearance of his old god is a kind of acquiescence in disguise.

"You...... I ......"

The roasted chicken suddenly lost its taste.

Nan Erdu had already eaten half of it, put his hand down again, and then pointed to Xia Zhicicada who was meditating like an old monk opposite him.

"You...... Those demons and monsters are nothing to you, but they are very difficult for me to deal with. ”

I held it in my mouth for a long time, and finally said this.

When your friend can still spray dirty words when talking to you, it means that his words are not very important, and most of them don't care too much. But once you don't swear but talk at a glance, it's probably an extremely important thing.

"Then I'll teach you ......"

Xia Zhician opened one eye, looked at Nan Er, who was obviously lowered, and said casually:

"Teach you how to deal with those monsters?"

"Can you teach?"

Nan Er's eyes suddenly lit up, how could he not want to be like Xia Zhicicada. As long as you wave your hand, you can deal with demons and monsters, and you can be admired by the people around you with fairy-like eyes.

But suddenly he was deflated again.

It is impossible to pass on the unique martial arts on the rivers and lakes, after all, the martial arts moves cannot be easily leaked, and they are also afraid that the disciples of the church will starve to death of the master.

This is still the case in the general Jianghu sect, not to mention the cultivation sect where Xia Zhician is located.

"I can teach you the tricks of my spirit officer's lineage, but it's just ......"

Xia Zhician pointed to the ground and said half-jokingly:

"Kneel down and kowtow, call me Master."

"Whew!"

Almost at the same time as he finished speaking, Nanji snorted out, and even poked his clothes with a branch with chicken in his hand.

"Believe it or not, I'll smear you with oil on my horse!"

"Hahaha......"

Xia Zhician smiled and pushed away the branch that had been stabbed, the reason why he said a nonsense sentence was to let Nan Er come out of his lost emotions.

"Sect exercises should not be passed on...... I still understand this truth. ”

"Indeed, the sect's magic and mental methods are strictly forbidden to be passed on. Moreover, my spiritual officer has always been very strict in accepting disciples, not just anyone. ”

Xia Zhi Cicada broke a few branches and threw them into the fire.

"You ...... on a horse"

Before Nan Er finished speaking, he was directly interrupted.

"But!"

Perhaps to make Nan Er pay attention to what he was going to say now, Xia Zhician deliberately accentuated his voice to make the other party realize that what he was saying now was very important.

"Three hundred years ago, when the human race was in turmoil, some of the techniques of subduing demons and catching ghosts spread from the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism and spread to the rivers and lakes. Until now, there are often people who invite those monks to catch demons, and some of them are really capable. ”

Nan Er nodded, but looking at his appearance, he probably didn't seem to understand.

"To put it simply...... Uh, do you remember the old way we met in Zhaojialou? ”

Xia Zhician originally wanted to make a simple analogy, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't think of a suitable one, so he simply talked about a person Nan Er had seen.

"The one called the angry cow? As soon as you say that, I think about it, he seems to be able to use swordsmanship, and he can make the peach wood sword fly directly, which is quite powerful. ”

Nan Er's memory is not bad, otherwise who would remember the stupid old man who had no ability and let him knock out a front tooth.

"His sword art originated from the Daomen, but compared to the real technique, it is probably like the difference between a doll and its parents."

Xia Zhicicada broke a thin branch from the branch on the ground, about three inches long, and put it in the palm of his hand.

Then under Nan Er's gaze, the branch actually staggered and floated up, then trembled slightly, and then began to circle around Xia Zhicicada's palm, and finally flew out with a whoosh.

Boom!

The two of them sat in a corner of the side hall, and there was a slight muffled sound on the opposite wall, and by the light of the fire, which could not illuminate the entire side hall, Nanji saw the branches pierced into the opposite wall.

"This ...... It's nothing great. ”

Nan Er also followed Xia Zhicicada's example, broke a branch, and then with a flick of his wrist, the branch also flew out with a whoosh, stabbing into the opposite wall, even deeper than the branch that Xia Zhicicada threw out.

"That's it?"

Xia Zhician didn't rush to refute, but beckoned to the branch that was thrown out with his five fingers, and then he heard a bang again, and the branch returned to his hand almost instantly.

"Uh-"

Nan Er scratched his sideburns, he looked at the branch in Xia Zhicicada's hand, and then looked at the branch that was thrown out by himself, and also hooked his finger in the same way as the other party.

Of course, there was no reaction.

"Seems to be pretty powerful."

Xia Zhician threw the branch in his hand into the fire, and then continued:

"The art of the sword - most of the people circulating in the rivers and lakes are through blood sacrifices, so that the sword and people can be connected, and then use magic to control the flying sword."

"And the flying swords in the Dao Gate are all magic weapons carefully forged by the predecessors. People in the Daomen can have a natal magic weapon, and most of them are flying swords, which can fly to the sky with a sword, and can kill demons. ”

Nan Er scratched his sideburns and blinked his eyes, it was obvious that he didn't understand Xia Zhiciao's words at all.

"The spell I taught you to compromise today is more powerful than the ordinary ones on the rivers and lakes, but it is still not as powerful as the sword art that is really spread in the Daomen."

"Oh oh, but I don't have a flying sword......"

Xia Zhician pointed to the black sheath long knife that Guide Er never left his body, and nodded affirmatively in the other party's surprised eyes:

"You can use it, give me the knife first."

"Oh."

Nanji handed over the knife at his waist.

Xia Zhician pressed the long knife on his knees, and his fingers lightly carved a few times on the body of the knife made of Xuantie, obviously every time his fingers fell, there were indeed traces on the knife body, but they disappeared when he raised his hand.

About an hour later, Nan Er gnawed the roast chicken in his hand clean, leaving only the chicken bones and throwing them aside.

He yawned a little boredly, and then suddenly felt a pain in his eyebrows, and reached out to touch it but didn't touch anything.

Then he saw an extra drop of blood on the tip of Xia Zhicicada's right finger on the opposite side, and for some reason, Nan Er thought it was his own blood.

Syllable!

The drop of blood flicked into the blade, and the long knife, which had been emitting white light, suddenly converged all its light, as if the sun, which was supposed to be bright all the time, met a solar eclipse.

Buzz –

The blade trembled slightly, and let out a crisp chirp.

Nan Er suddenly felt different, as if he had an inexplicable feeling with the long knife in front of him, as if the knife was no longer his own weapon blade, but really his own siblings.

"Whew...... Luckily, it worked. ”

Xia Zhician flicked the blade of the knife, made a crisp sound, and then handed the knife back to Nan Er, who hurriedly took it and looked at it a few times.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Nanji, who looked like he had gotten a novelty toy, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

"Throw it out and see."

"Throw it out?"

Nan Er's arm was strong, and when he was about to throw the knife out in his hand, he was quickly stopped by Xia Zhiciao, and then said:

"Don't force it, let it fly out on its own."

"How can you throw it away without force? It's not a small bird, it can flutter its wings and fly away. ”

"What do you think I've been working so hard for?"

Xia Zhician rolled his eyes, he spent a lot of effort carving a spirit array on the body of the knife that could actively absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and with the drop of blood just now, he could make the knife fly out of thin air like a peach wood sword that was angry.

But that drop of blood is not Nan Er's, but Xia Zhicicada's.

There is no need for a blood sacrifice between Nan Er and the Reverse Pattern Knife at all, because he has entered his body with evil spirits, this knife has been demonized with him, and it has already had a more intimate relationship with him than the blood sacrifice.

In addition to drawing the Yunling Array, Xia Zhician also used his own blood pressure to control the evil qi on this knife, Nan Er expelled the evil qi because he was not empty Zen Master, and the evil qi on this knife was sealed by Xia Zhicia with a formation.

Airplanes.

With the sound of the sword body trembling, Nan Er was pleasantly surprised to find that the long knife in front of him was actually out of the control of his palm, and it was already magically floating.

"Hahaha, Xia Zhicicada, look!"

Nan Er flicked lightly, and the backline knife flew out, but I don't know if it was not well controlled, or because it was too far away from him, the long knife flew out and landed on the ground not long after.

"It feels like there's an invisible thread tied to this knife, and I just need to pull ...... lightly."

Boom!

The backline knife that originally fell to the ground seemed to be pulled up by an invisible hand, and then flew upside down and quickly returned to Nan Er's hand.

"Hahaha, it's amazing."

Xia Zhician frowned slightly, but he hurriedly covered it up before Nan Er found out.

muttered in his heart, did he not have an effect on the suppression formation of that knife, Nan Er was able to find the trick to control the long knife so quickly. It's like a tiger running on the ground, and suddenly it has wings, and then he can fly freely with those wings like a bird.

"How?"

Nan Er just made a few simple operations, as if he was adapting to his suddenly grown wings, and then he was able to fully use that power.

"Then you won't have to pull out the knife again, if you meet a monster like a giant wolf......"

"I stepped on the horse and flew up with a knife, and I split it in half!"

"Hmm."

Xia Zhician nodded, and then stopped paying attention to Nan Er, who was playing with his new toy, and entered a state of meditation again.

Nan Er threw the knife out in his hand over and over again, and then brought it back. Originally, the knife could only fly three or five paces away, then seven or eight paces, and then ten steps away.

He practiced tirelessly, but Xia Zhician didn't tell him that it would be very draining, so as soon as Nan Er's excitement subsided, he was directly knocked down by sleepiness.

Boom. With the sound of the knife falling to the ground, Nanji also fell into the pile of dead grass on the side, and then a slight snoring sound was heard.

I don't know how long it took, until the branches in the fire were almost burned out, and the flames were about to be extinguished.

Giggles!

Suddenly, there was the sound of a pheasant croaking.

Nanji, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up, he rubbed his sour eyes, then wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth, and pulled off the withered grass on his body.

"What's the matter, isn't it still dawn......"

By the faint light of the fire, Nanji saw two chickens whirling around the house, croaking with their necks tilted as they fled.

It was an uncomfortable sound.

"Shut up! It's not dawn yet, what kind of energy! ”

Nan Er scolded angrily, then stood up and planned to catch the two pheasants that broke in, just in time for dinner tomorrow morning.

He grabbed a handful of hay and threw it into the fire, trying to see where the pheasants were by the light of the fire, but when the hay suddenly burned, the orange light illuminated half of the side hall.

Giggles!

With the sound, Nanji determined the location of the two pheasants, but his eyes widened, and instead of moving forward, he took a step back.

Because the pheasants that kept running on the ground were the two that he had eaten before, their feathers had been removed, and the flesh on their bodies had been gnawed clean, leaving only the bones faintly visible.

There are also clear tooth marks on the bones.