"There are forty-four dead persimmon trees in front of the mountain, forty-four stone lions behind the mountain, forty-four dead persimmon trees in front of the mountain, forty-four stone lions behind the mountain, forty-four stone lions behind the mountain, forty-four dead persimmon trees in front of the mountain. I don't know if it was the forty-four astringent persimmon trees in front of the mountain, the forty-four stone lions behind the mountain, or the forty-four stone lions behind the mountain, which bit the forty-four astringent persimmon trees in front of the mountain. ”

Chi Zheng casually recited a tongue twister as he headed towards the mountain road.

I have to say that the mountain god is still quite careful, unlike the previous difficult walking on the rugged mountain road, this time with the help of the mountain god, Chi Zheng almost didn't see any rough roads all the way, and the weeds and shrubs on both sides were also avoided, allowing him to move forward smoothly.

As for the fierce mountain beasts, they have never been seen before.

Of course, Chi Zheng will not be slack, but there was a monster that even the mountain gods were very afraid of passing by before, and he ate dozens of people.

In the depths of this desolate mountain, danger doesn't have to come from beasts.

"Hey, I lived in a village deep in the mountains in ancient times, and I didn't know how to get out?"

Even with the help of the mountain gods, he was still very tired walking on the mountain paths, and it was even more difficult for people who lived in the deep mountains and old forests in ancient times to go out. It has to be said that the harsh government is fiercer than the tiger, and in order to avoid the harsh government outside, the people would rather hide in the mountains inconveniently.

After walking for a day, seeing that the sky was getting dark, Chi Zheng found a clean place to rest, took out the fire fold given by the scorpion spirit sisters, unscrewed it, and piled the dry hay aside, blowing carefully.

This fire fold is not simple, compared with the usual use of paper money, straw paper made of fire fold, this is made of sweet potato vines soaked in water and thick bubbles, and then added cotton, reed tassels to dry, add nitrate, sulfur, rosin, camphor and other spices to make, the cost is extremely high.

It is natural and easy to use, and it burns with a fragrance.

It took a quarter of an hour to start the fire, and Chi Zheng sat cross-legged next to the campfire, feeling quite fresh.

In the past, when he was camping, he brought a lighter and a burning stove, and he could make a fire in a few moments, but this was the first time that he had made a fire in such a primitive style.

Taking out the dried bun, Chi Zheng took the knife he had given, cut a branch and inserted it, roasted it for a while, and then ate it slowly.

"Mountain god, are you here, why don't you come out and eat something?"

Chi Zheng suddenly shouted at the mountain forest.

It's a pity that he shouted several times, but the mountain god didn't appear, I don't know if he didn't hear it, or deliberately didn't come out.

"That mountain god feels a lot of hostility towards me, where did I offend him? Didn't he offend me?"

When Chi Zheng came to this world, he saw the black-bearded man and others, and he still wanted to kill him, in addition to the five sisters of the scorpion spirit, and the mountain god.

But none of the above carries good intentions, if he hadn't mastered the powerful spell, he would have died in the hands of the black-bearded man and others, and if he hadn't died, he would have died in the mouths of the wolves, or in the hands of the five scorpion spirit sisters.

When you think about it, this world is really very dangerous.

Late at night, the branches and leaves of the woods swayed endlessly, and in the night when there was no light, there was only this fire in front of Chi Zheng, and the surrounding trees seemed to have turned into demons and monsters, and they wanted to pounce on Chi Zheng with their teeth and claws.

"Quack ......"

After feeding the "Donald Duck" something to eat, it lavished a bubble of and sat on a rickety to sleep.

In order to prevent the duck from running away, after Chi Zheng put it down, he also tied one of its feet with a rope, which did not affect its activities, but could not escape.

He sat cross-legged by the fire, contemplated, and said, "Come the sword!"

Seventy-two Swordsmanship!

The scabbard that was originally placed on the "grapes" shook suddenly, and with Chi Zheng's decree, the Qingfeng sword came out of thin air.

In just an instant, the wind suddenly rose, and the shadow suddenly turned into a swift wind, like undulating waves, layered, and continuous like a shadow around Chi Zheng for ten steps.

At this moment, I don't know how many times it has been circled hundreds of times, and when the Qingfeng Sword stopped abruptly and froze in the air, the sharp tip of the sword was only an inch away from the center of Chi Zheng's eyebrows.

"So this is swordsmanship, it's not mortal swordsmanship, is it?"

If you want to say that this is swordsmanship, the masters of martial arts have to vomit blood, and it is no different from swordsmanship.

Even Chi Zheng was extremely surprised, and he even thought that when he used the "Sword Technique", if he blessed the "Shengguang" spell on the Qingfeng Sword at the same time, how powerful would it be?

"Huh?"

The distance was close, and under the flickering light of the fire next to him, Chi Zheng grabbed the hilt of the sword and stared at the blade carefully.

"No, I remember that there were many cracks in the blade before, why are they gone?"

Although the Qingfeng Sword was sharp before, there were many cracks on the blade, but now that he looked carefully, he couldn't find a trace of cracks.

Such a change could only make him think of the "Generating Light" spell.

"Could it be that spell still has the ability to mend swords?"

He shook his head, this is to be verified later, and now Chi Zheng continues to verify the effective time of the "Sword Technique".

When the "swordsmanship" failed, Chi Zheng finished counting silently, about three minutes.

This time is not bad, even if you don't bless the "Shengguang" spell, just with the "Imperial Sword" just now, I'm afraid that if the scorpion spirit five girls encounter it, they will no longer be seriously injured, but killed on the spot.

In addition, Chi Zheng also realized that this spell was not commanded by his consciousness.

The reaction of a person's consciousness seems to be very fast, but in fact, it is only a few tenths of a second, and at that moment, the Qingfeng Sword can fly around him hundreds of times, and it is not at all that a person's reaction can keep up.

This is in the deeper consciousness, the deeper, more secret, more primitive unconscious, representing the origin of his divine soul.

In psychology terms, it's the subconscious.

He put away his thoughts and began to meditate on the recovery spell.

After the "swordsmanship" was restored, Chi Zheng lay down with his clothes together and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Chi Zheng woke up.

Last night he slept very uncomfortable, woke up several times to add firewood, when camping in the past, sleeping in the wild, in addition to the tent, must be air cushion, and then get a sleeping bag, otherwise the humid moisture can wet the sleeping bag, and it is also a common thing to wake up in the middle of the night.

If you don't have an air mattress, a sleeping bag or a tent, how can you sleep comfortably?

If you come for a few more nights, I'm afraid you'll get rheumatism.

"It's not powerful, mountain god. ”

Chi Zheng touched the wet hair on the back of his head, and blamed the mountain god for not calling out last night, otherwise he could let him clean up a dry place for himself, and he wouldn't sleep so uncomfortably at night.

"Hey, get out of no man's land. ”

It's better to have a normal human society, even in ancient times, it's better than being alone in the wild.

"Let's go. ”

The "Donald Duck" who was screaming and flapping his wings was tied up and hung again, and Chi Zheng led the "grapes" and continued to walk forward.