There were still some leftovers in the pot in the stove room, which were intended to be left for Zhan Xiaocheng, after all, Zhan Zhengcheng said that he ate more and less yesterday evening.

Put the food back on the table, and with the morning light, Song Qing'a feasted very happily.

Although she doesn't like credit flaws, she has to admit that the appearance of Wang credit flaws makes her feel very at ease, at least she can guarantee that Mr. Zhan will not die.

Just like on the Great Wall of Chaoge City, the most carefree Great Monk of the Fourteen Realms in the world will be worried as long as he goes to the big demons on the opposite side of the pestle.

Dai Yunong did not sit down to eat, but sorted out the things left by Zhan Xiaocheng, which were actually books and handwritten notes.

Every book and booklet has Zhan Yancheng's payment, which is a personal name, and Dai Yunong sent these books and booklets to each door according to Zhan Zhengcheng's payment.

Some Dai Yunong, who had not yet risen, would leave his books and pamphlets at the door or on the edge of the window, and the people in the village knew each other and usually kept the door closed when they went out.

When the first batch of Dai Yunong returned to the small house in Zhan Yancheng after sending them off, Song Qing'a had already packed up the table and sat on the threshold in a daze.

After the Caotou Cave was shattered, it became a real Caotou Village, and today's sun is particularly ruthless, changing the previous warm winter and cool summer.

Dai Yunong wiped the sweat from his forehead, crossed the threshold and started the truth books and pamphlets, Dai Yunong suddenly remembered that the immortal named Wang Yunguang with a bad brain and asked Song Qing'a: "What is the origin of the person named Wang Cheng who fell from the sky with a coffin?"

Song Qing'a supported his chin with his right hand on his knee and replied casually: "An old bastard who lives to the age of a dog, the biggest gentleman in the world. ”

In just one sentence, it was simple and clear, and Dai Yunong carefully recalled that Wang Yunguang's previous words and deeds were really right.

"Do you want to rest?" Dai Yunong asked, after all, Song Qing'a still had injuries on his body.

Song Qing'a shook her head and stared at the courtyard, at this time her state of mind was as empty as this courtyard, which had never been seen in Chaoge City.

"You've only been practicing for a few days, and I've been beaten to the point of hemoptysis before, and now I'm alive and well, can I be worse than you?" Song Qing'a quipped.

Dai Yunong scratched his head a little embarrassed, but still said, "I'll go back and bring you the herbs later, and you can fry them yourself." ”

Song Qing'a looked at Dai Yunong, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Are you really in your thirties?"

The corners of Dai Yunong's mouth twitched, he was embarrassed before, but now he is embarrassed, he suddenly remembered what Liu Daqing said before, "Isn't it true that you don't care about your age when you practice on the mountain!"

Song Qing'a was amused by this nerd, and asked with a smile, "Do you want me to help you send a few?"

Dai Yunong had already repacked some of the books and booklets and hugged them on his chest, but he refused: "You don't know the way, you just have a good rest." ”

Song Qing'a thought about it, so she had to make room for a place from the threshold and lie on the bench in the room, her feet touching the ground, her hands spread out and hanging naturally on her sides, looking boring in the world.

Dai Yunong was much faster this time than before.

Holding the last booklet in his hand entitled "Three Strategies: Six Detailed Explanations", it was obvious that it was a manuscript of Zhan Yancheng, which contained a detailed account of Mr. Zhan's annotations.

This was specially left to Du Yufu by Zhan Yancheng.

Dai Yunong was just about to knock on the door of Du Yufu, but Du Yufu seemed to be the first to hear Dai Yunong's movements, but he just pushed the door open a crack, stuck his head out and asked, "What are you doing?"

Dai Yunong pointed to the booklet in his hand and said, "Mr. Zhan left it for you." ”

Du Yufu opened the wooden door on the side, took the booklet in Dai Yunong's hand, flipped through it at will, and threw it back into Dai Yunong's arms.

Dai Yunong's face immediately fell, and he was very gloomy.

This is also the first time Du Yufu has seen Dai Yunong with such an expression, no matter how he ridiculed, teased, and buried Dai Yunong in the past, he had never seen Dai Yunong really angry.

Du Yufu suddenly laughed and said, "It's really respectful of teachers!"

Du Yufu leaned against the other door with one hand on the railing, and said with disdain: "I respect Mr. Zhan because of his knowledge and morality, but I have to admit that it is his blessing that Mr. Zhan can meet a student like me, since his real disciple is only you, then how can I be in vain?

Du Yufu turned around and closed the door, and the jealousy in his heart was not concealed at all.

Qi Maoying was lying on the bamboo chair to enjoy the coolness, and the breeze was very cool when he was detained by immortal means, watching Du Yufu sit back in front of the chessboard and continue to play against himself, he said: "In this world, big people can indeed change the fate of small people, but fate is not fair. ”

After Du Yufu fell, he sighed and asked a little sentimentally: "Am I a lost dog who was swept away by Mr. Zhan's Confucianism?"

Qi Maoying became interested in Du Yufu's statement, got up and sat down on the avenue: "Once any idea is deep-rooted, it will have an impact on your avenue, as for the mourning dog you said, it must be wrong, on the contrary, you were robbed by Zhan Liancheng at the beginning, otherwise I wouldn't have such a big hatred for Zhan Xuancheng." ”

Du Yufu's expression changed, smiled slightly, and continued to fall.

Dai Yunong sighed and shook his head, standing in front of the door of Du Yu's mansion for a long time and did not leave.

He didn't actually do anything himself, but in the end he did everything.

After explaining everything that Zhan Xiaocheng had explained, it was already evening, and Song Qing'a sat on the threshold again and did not look at the empty courtyard, but looked up at the bright moon and stars.

After embarking on the practice, Dai Yunong obviously felt a lot more energetic, and he didn't feel tired after a day and a night without rest.

Dai Yunong sat next to Song Qing'a and said with emotion: "These few days have made me feel like a world away. ”

Song Qing'a was noncommittal, and said lightly: "Just get used to it slowly." ”

Dai Yunong fell silent, he was suddenly curious about what the world was like, what kind of customs did Song Qing'a's hometown have, and what kind of customs could lead to the growth of such a woman?

Dai Yunong asked softly, "You seem to have a lot on your mind?"

Song Qing'a smiled slightly, turned his head sideways and looked at Dai Yunong and said, "There were indeed a lot of them before, but now there are a lot less, and now I just think about those things." ”

Dai Yunong was a little incomprehensible and couldn't help but complain: "Where did you get so many things to worry about at such a young age?"

Song Qing'a slapped him angrily and ridiculed him: "Before, I said that the cultivation on the mountain does not matter the age. ”

Dai Yunong smiled and fell silent again.

Before Zhan Xiaocheng's life and death were settled, Song Qing'a actually rarely spoke, more just listened and didn't speak, but now he talks a lot.

is still Zhan Xiaocheng's sentence "A flower will bloom with thousands of flowers, and there is no need to be too heavy on your body." There are some things that I do for granted. Song Qing'a was relieved a lot.

Compared with Dai Yunong, Song Qing'a's life experience is actually as miserable.

They are all orphans, and they can only look at their own shadows and think about their parents.

Compared with Dai Yunong, Song Qing'a actually has a more miserable life experience.

Song Qing'a suddenly asked, "What was the world like before you?"

Dai Yunong was stunned for a moment, thought for a long time and replied: "Actually, it is a little similar to here, and human beings can also swim in the sky and water, traveling thousands of miles in a day." ”

Dai Yunong added: "This is called Yufeng, Yujian, and my hometown is called flying!"

Dai Yunong said a lot, Song Qing'a listened silently and sometimes asked out loud and felt incredible, for example, Dai Yunong said that two people are thousands of miles apart, and they can also communicate with each other through voice or face to face.

Seeing Song Qing'a's mouth open in disbelief, Dai Yunong felt inexplicably funny.

What is there to be shocked about? What airplanes, cruise ships, telephones, video conversations, comparing the fairy spells of this world are not all toys?

This night is very ordinary, the stars are just twinkling and blinking, there is nothing upside down, the stars are tilting, and the heaven and earth are visionary.

A teenager thought and talked, and a girl listened and thought, leaning on each other in the dead of night, and slowly falling asleep unconsciously.

The next day, when the sky was just white, Dai Yunong was used to waking up.

In the past, I had to go early in the morning to collect medicine, and the dew appeared fresh.

Dai Yunong was hazy and a little dazed, and it wasn't until he saw Song Qing'a sleeping next to him against the doorrail that he came back to his senses, remembering what had happened in the small Caotou villages in the past few days.

Dai Yunong didn't disturb Song Aqing's rest, washed lightly, and began to breathe in according to the breathing method taught by Song Qing'a last night, and felt the flow of spiritual energy.

Dai Yunong sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands naturally hanging down on his knees.

The silent recitation of the mental mantra in my heart slowly returned to the void and entered a state of confusion.

His eyes were closed, but there was no darkness, but a little light slowly magnified.

Immediately afterwards, just like the change of day and night, Dai Yunong traveled to his own small world, his vision suddenly opened up, and a small bead could be seen in front of him, according to Song Qing'a's explanation, this should be the so-called Yuan Dan.

On top of Yuan Dan, there is a small building of mutton fat and white jade, which seems to be pulled by Yuan Dan, floating and sinking.

Dai Yunong's intention was caused by it, and he had already appeared before Yuan Dan, Dai Yunong held Yuan Dan with one hand, but his eyes were on the small building.

"Hanging Sword Tower!" Dai Yunong muttered, this is the name that Zhan Yancheng just gave him yesterday.

The light on the first floor flickered at first, but now it shone like a star being held in it.

Dai Yunong is like a god's edict: "Come!"

A point of light the size of a mustard seed appeared in front of him in an instant, and before Dai Yunong could give another order, the point of light disappeared in this strange space in an instant.

Dai Yunong's thoughts flashed and his soul wandered in his own small world, and found its traces in a cave.

The mustard-sized point of light had now reverted to the size of a pocket flying sword, and there was a faint flickering of electricity on the snow-white sword body.

This flying sword can be said to have been given to Dai Yunong by Zhan Yancheng, and after helping him refine it, he was detained in the Hanging Sword Tower, just waiting for Dai Yunong to come today to let it recognize its master.

The pocket flying sword looked very excited after staying in this fire mansion, and it kept spinning.

Dai Yunong suppressed his excitement, hooked his fingers, and flew around his fingers like a ribbon.

"It's a pity that I'm a waste. Dai Yunong muttered to himself.

Song Qing'a introduced to him last night that only sword cultivation can give birth to a natal flying sword, and the flying swords have different magical powers, and the names of the flying swords generally echo the supernatural powers.

For example, Wang Yunguang, who was called the biggest gentleman in the world by Song Qing'a, has a natal flying sword named White Thief, which comes from the proverb "The cow is scattered and weak, and the person is scattered with the white thief", in the Baoqian Zhou dialect, the white thief does not mean lying, and his flying sword is even more changeable and extremely difficult.

In the Firmament, earlier in the world, this flying sword named the white thief had the name of "little ghost".

When Dai Yunong's divine soul returned to his body, Song Qing'a had already woken up, and he looked at him with his chin and praised him sincerely: "Okay, this is the middle five realms?"

Dai Yunong scratched his head a little embarrassedly, thinking about it together.

The pocket flying sword containing Lei Fa had already appeared in front of the two.

Dai Yunong only said: "I don't know what to choose." ”

Song Qing'a understood what he meant, this flying sword was given to Dai Yunong by Zhan Xiaocheng refining, maybe Zhan Xiaocheng himself didn't know what this flying sword magic power was.

Song Qing'a pondered for a moment and said: "The thunder method is the most aimed at yin and evil things, the Heavenly Master's Mansion, I wish you to collect the culmination of the two thunder methods, and both use the thunder method to suppress the evil spirits, I think it should also have a similar effect." ”

All things have spirits, and the flying sword controlled by sword cultivation is even more inherently spiritual.

I saw the pocket flying sword in the void silver hook iron painting writing two words "Zhu God"!

The two looked at each other.

Dai Yunong shook his head and said, "'Punishment' is too fierce, and 'God' is too high, it's not good." ”

Song Qing'a also thought it was inappropriate.

In fact, most of the names of flying swords and swords are very subtle, and more of them choose euphemistic and poetic, and few of them are too fierce.

Dai Yunong looked at the flashing thunder and lightning on the sword's body, and said, "Ning Thunder!"

Song Qing'a nodded, the name is okay.

Dai Yunong withdrew Ning Lei and asked curiously, "What is the name of your flying sword?"

Song Qing'a didn't hide it, a flying sword with colorful light rose and fell in her hand, but the true face of the sword body was not visible.

Song Qing'a said: "Mi Blasphemy, it was given by someone else like your Ning Lei!"