The trees on both sides are like waves, and they are rapidly retreating backwards.

Like a jungle ghost, the thylacd flies through the tall grass, snakes around thorny bushes, jumps over the aerial roots that crisscross the ground, and reaches out to the treetops with claws grasping the tangled vines.

The rain hit its shiny striped fur like a ball, and it didn't get the slightest water stain.

Zhijia Zhen clung to the folds of the meat bag, only to feel a violent jolt, dizziness, and a heaviness in his chest. He endured the discomfort and glanced at Wang Ziqiao, whose eyes seemed to be sleeping, calm and relaxed, as comfortable as leaning on a smooth and wide soft couch. Zhi Hunt Zhen's mind turned, if he asked Wang Ziqiao for help in everything, he would only fall into weakness step by step and become a pawn he would manipulate at will.

This may be the intention of the other party.

Shin closed his eyes, not looking at the chaotic scenery around him, and tried to balance his breathing.

"Bang bang bang!" the thylaced leopard jumped over several old tree stumps in quick succession, jolting for a while. Zhi Hunt Zhen couldn't hold back any longer, a disgusting stomach acid surged up his throat, almost vomited, and was swallowed hard by him.

"Squeak-" The golden cicada screamed loudly and long, just when Zhi Hunt was really upset and depressed, another mysterious picture emerged in the depths of his heart: the spring thunder thundered, the rain and wind were raging, and a golden cicada lay under a leaf. The rain was like a thousand sharp arrows, causing the branches to tremble and the leaves to flip.

In a trance, the real body of the hunting is transformed into a golden cicada, perching on the branches.

In all directions, the lightning shone brightly, and the thunder roared, and the raindrops, the whirlwind direction, and the wild dancing branches and leaves merged into a raging sea of anger.

And the golden cicada is just like a flat boat in the angry sea, drifting with the waves, ups and downs. Zhi Hunt really feels the same way: his tentacles stretch out, his mouthparts sound, his abdomen bulges and shrinks, he swallows his breath, his eight wings spread out, he trembles skillfully, and his six legs are curled up, paddled and swayed at different angles......

Despite the lightning and thunder around it, the wind and rain are shaking, but the golden cicada is like a boat sailing in the angry sea, advancing and retreating, sinking and floating, and the whole body is like a rudder, like an oar, like an oar, like an oar, probing, stretching, drumming, shrinking, swallowing, spitting, shaking, shaking, rolling, curling, shaking, rowing...... Everywhere is moving, everywhere is changing.

The oncoming stormy waves turned into a balanced boost.

Summer cicada cultivation technique!

Zhi Hunt Zhen clearly noticed that in the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, wisps of clear and turbid qi were constantly born, which were sucked into the body by the golden cicada and turned into its own nourishment.

The winter cicada stinging technique is absolutely static, and the summer cicada cultivation technique is absolutely moving! The winter cicada stinging technique is integrated into the heaven and the earth in the stillness, silent, colorless, formless, tasteless, and unconscious, I am in the heaven and the earth, and the heaven and the earth are in my no hindrance, although the two sides are one, they are distinct and do not affect each other.

Xia Cicada absorbs the cultivation technique to move into the heaven and earth, with sound, color, shape, taste, and sense, I am in the way of heaven and earth, and heaven and earth are in my way. It is not only subject to the catastrophe of heaven and earth, but also fed by heaven and earth.

"Plop!" the thylaced leopard leaped quickly, cutting a towering arc over the canopy, avoiding a tree wolf's sudden pounce. "Bang!" the thylaced leopard landed, twisting its waist violently, and its tail pulled out like lightning, causing the tree wolf to fly into the trunk of the tree, breaking its back and whimpering to death.

This jump fell and twisted, and Zhi Zhenzhen was shocked and dizzy and nauseous, and fell out of the mysterious scene of Xia Cicada's cultivation technique.

Subconsciously, Zhi Hunt really imitates the golden cicada, and mentally explores, stretches, drums, shrinks, swallows, spits, shakes, shakes, rolls, curls, shakes, and strokes...... Countless complex and strange trajectories are conjured. At this moment, his skin, pores, blood, muscles, bone marrow, and internal organs are all changing in a state that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and everything in his body is moving, and everything is changing.

The jumping thylac is like a heavy wave, and he is a flat boat on the crest of the wave, with limbs like rudder, oar, and oar...... Avoid the countercurrent, welcome the current, adjust yourself again and again, and grasp the balance in that movement.

Wang Ziqiao straightened his waist, and his tranquil eyes were instantly as sharp as a needle. On the surface, the boy was no different, still maintaining his original sitting position. But under the perception of mental power, he can perceive that the other party's whole body is always changing subtly, non-stop, endlessly.

The collision force of each time the thylac jumped was not only resolved, but also turned into a balance by the boy, and the body firmly "sticked" to the meat bag.

After a long time, Zhi Hunt Zhen was still immersed in the wonderful state of Xia Cicada Cultivation Technique, unaware that time had passed and the sky was approaching dusk. The wind and rain on all sides are dim and dark, and a trace of clear air and turbidity is born from the changing celestial phenomena, which is silently absorbed by the summer cicada cultivation technique and nourishes itself. The upset and chest tightness are gone, and even the soreness in the muscles is subsiding little by little.

Zhi Hunt really suddenly realized that the Xia Cicada Cultivation Technique not only does not consume qi and blood, but also has a nourishing effect. If he can cultivate Xia Cicada's cultivation technique to the transformation realm, even if he doesn't need tonics, his loss of qi and blood can be compensated. But this secret art of witchcraft is very dangerous, and the deeper the realm, the more difficult it is to grasp. Just like the boat in the angry sea, once you are not careful, the boat will be destroyed and people will die.

Suddenly, his chest was cold, and he came back to his senses from the summer cicada cultivation technique, only to find that the cold rain poured into the meat bag and soaked through his clothes.

At some point, a large amount of rainwater accumulated on the ground, converging into a rapidly rising stream, meandering and flowing in all directions, and the whole mountain forest seemed to be about to turn into a vast ocean. The thylac was crouching down into the center of a deep stream, and the current gradually flooded the meat bag.

"Zhi Gongzi seems to have a new understanding of the witch spirit, which is really gratifying. ”

Zhi Hunt really turned his head and saw Wang Ziqiao standing up, staring at him with burning eyes, as if looking at a novelty plaything. He smiled bitterly, and replied half-truthfully: "I did learn a little bit of the life-saving technique of the eight-winged golden cicada, but my qi and blood were depleted, and I am afraid that I will live a few months less." Sir, I really have to ask you to bother more about becoming the prince of Yongning. ”

Wang Ziqiao took a deep look at Zhi Zhenzhen: "Actually, I have already arranged this matter, but I can't find a suitable candidate." If you become a little marquis, it will be good for us, how can Wang not be deciless?"

Zhi Zhenzhen took the opportunity to ask: "Does the Marquis of Yongning of the Great Jin Dynasty have no children of his own?"

"They're all dead. In the past six years, four sons and two daughters have died one after another, which can be regarded as an evil matter. Wang Ziqiao smiled incomprehensibly, "Fourteen years ago, Yongning Hou hid a good friend outside, and secretly gave birth to a son, and later Yongning Hou's wife, that is, the eldest princess Huayang, the sister of the current King of Jin Ming, learned the news and made a big fuss. The mother and son were driven out of Jiankang City and lived in a different place, nowhere to be found. ”

Zhijia Zhenqi said: "Why does the Marquis of Yongning want to hide his friendship privately? Could it be that the eldest princess of Huayang is jealous and does not allow him to marry a concubine?"

Prince Qiao shook his head: "You have lived in the wilderness for a long time, and you know very little about the human dynasty of the cloud wilderness. Jin and Chu, the difference between Shishu is like the abyss of the next day. Although Yongning Hou's friend is a generation of singers and dancers, he is from a poor family, how to get married? But now that Yongning Hou has no heirs, he can't take care of much, and he is in a hurry to send people around to find the mother and son. Well, I heard that Yongning Hou suffered from a hidden disease a few years ago, and it is difficult to have an heir. ”

Zhi Kari really stared at the stream that gradually fell over his shoulder, and muttered, "It turns out that Mr. wants me to act as the private son, just in case the other party-"

"That private son died a year ago. Prince Qiao said calmly, "Now there is only one mother left who is alone in the valley and full of hatred. You have to cooperate with her to get rid of the Marquis of Yongning and get the hereditary title. ”

Looking at Prince Qiao's indifferent eyes, Zhi Hunt's heart suddenly tightened. The thylac waded through the stream, the water slowly receded, but the damp chill penetrated the skin and lingered.

Does Wang Ziqiao want to use himself to control the Hou Mansion?

What is the purpose of controlling the Hou Mansion?

"The terrain in this area is too low, and if the heavy rain doesn't stop, it will cause flash floods. Wang Ziqiao patted the thyropal leopard and sped away.

"Woo-" The thylac suddenly roared, lingering, and his eyes revealed a hint of fear.

Zhijia Zhen looked around, a mountain stream with angry waves churning was more than ten zhang away, because of the heavy rain, the mountain stream rose like a big river, the water was turbulent, and there was a thunderous sound.

"Evil animal, why don't you go quickly?" Prince Qiao forcibly drove the thylac and urged it to swim over. The thylac barely crawled a few steps, and then crawled on the ground, its claws slashed and its fur stood up like sharp needles.

Wang Ziqiao's heart moved, he looked at the mountain stream attentively, and his spiritual power extended to the white stream.

"There's a little man on the water who is holding a raft. "Zhijia's real eyes are different.

The prince Qiao was stunned for a moment, and his spiritual power instantly covered the mountain stream, as if he had touched something, but he couldn't see it with the naked eye. The water was empty, with only the high splashes and fallen leaves.

"Young Master Zhi, are you sure you read that right?" Prince Qiao asked in a deep voice.

"I saw it very clearly. Hey, he's waving at me. He's coming on a raft......! Didn't you see that, sir?" said Zhi Kari in surprise.

"I didn't see anything. Prince Qiao replied coldly.