The little fox continued to ask and couldn't ask why, so he simply stopped asking, but he was more determined in his heart that this boy was a strange man, and with such skills, it would not be strange to be able to escape from those armor soldiers.

But Chen Feng really can't remember, he only knows that he seems to be crazy about practicing calligraphy, and he doesn't know what is happening around him and what he is doing. He still wanted to find a way to cultivate, because he couldn't feel the existence of Qi or Dao, but he knew that if he wanted to take revenge, he would have to embark on this path of cultivation.

He asked the little fox if she had any cultivation methods, and the little fox said that although there were some cheats in the library, she had not practiced them, and she didn't know what the benefits and disadvantages were. At the same time, he told him that if he really didn't know anything about the path of cultivation, then the person who taught him to practice calligraphy must have his own unique ideas, and if he could trust it, he could follow his advice to practice, and if he couldn't believe it, he could choose a secret book to practice in the bookstore by himself.

Chen Feng thought of the sloppy man and nodded to himself.

The days passed, the little fox pulled Chen Feng to collect medicine and practice every day, Chen Feng felt that her cultivation method was like alchemy, with people as pills, heaven and earth as furnaces, wonderful, so he was quite curious, when asked, the little fox only said that it was taught to her by her mother, and she didn't know where she came from, what kind of lineage her teacher inherited, and Chen Feng didn't ask more. What really made the boy depressed was that whatever jackals, tigers and leopards he met on the mountain were all driven or killed by the little fox, he was quite frustrated, as a man (boy), he walked outside but needed the protection of a little girl everywhere.

He cultivated more desperately for this, and was more eager to feel that way, and took that first and crucial step, but the sky was not as good as people wanted, he obviously had opened his spiritual aperture, but he still felt that he was extremely stupid in this way. He naturally believed in his master, but practicing the strangely shaped "characters" in the books these days didn't seem to be beneficial to his cultivation. He was a little annoyed.

However, there is a little benefit is obvious, his real calligraphy is getting better and better, with a wooden stick dipped in water on the stone wall to write "I wish people a long time, thousands of miles together Chanjuan", the pen walks the dragon and snake, into the wood for three points, even the little fox is praised.

However, learning the "words" in the book is very slow. He remembered that his master said that he would be able to go down the mountain after learning those 3,000 words in seven years. He naturally wants to go down the mountain, but he can only learn one word a day, and it seems that it is not enough to calculate carefully, but he has learned one hundred and twenty-eight words before he goes up the mountain, and after the night of the stunned little fox, he was surprised to find that many words have been in his mind, and when he counts carefully, it is exactly three hundred and sixty-five.

A year's worth is enough.

However, it is impossible to descend the mountain early.

Fortunately, in his spare time, he can teach the little fox to write, write the words of the world, if the little fox also goes down the mountain in the future, he can't be illiterate, he thought to himself, but the little fox was unusually willing to learn. However, this fox seems to be smart, but she is surprisingly stupid when she writes, Chen Feng had to teach her to write stroke by stroke, back and forth, probably thanks to his careful teaching, the little fox's attitude towards himself is also a lot better, Chen Feng secretly sighed lucky.

However, when Chen Feng curiously asked where the little fox's tail grew from, it would cause the little fox whose temper was obviously much better to fight, Chen Feng had no power to fight back, and when he asked once, he was kicked into the cold pool of water once, the more so he became more curious, and it seemed to become a dead knot that could not be untied.

During this period, Chen Feng occasionally felt that he lived in the cave in the dark and lightless, and it was even more uncomfortable when encountering wet weather, which made people feel bored, so he proposed to build a bamboo house in the open space by the pool, and used the bamboo on the west side of the pool, which was cool and windy, and was more comfortable than the cave. The little fox said that if he wanted to build it, he would build it in the middle of the pool, Chen Feng smacked his tongue, only to feel incredible, until he saw the little fox roll up a pile of gravel with purple gas, and filled in a vacant space in the middle of the pool that could be built. He was fascinated by it.

However, it is even more difficult to build, Chen Feng has no ability to tread water without a trace, and he has to wade through the pool of water to carry bamboo back and forth, which makes him miserable. The little fox naturally wouldn't use spells to help him, Chen Feng occasionally asked that embarrassing question to make her angry, and she would also pretend to be on the shore to ask for warmth, Chen Feng could only cry out in his heart, otherwise he would lie in the water instead of standing in the water, he was shocked by the little fox's methods.

The eighteenth change of the female college is not as cute as when she was young, Chen Feng thought to himself.

With the cultivation of the exercises, the appearance of the little fox has also changed, and at this time it has grown into a girl who is about fifteen years old, which coincides with Chen Feng's age, but it is also ingenious. Although he looks more and more watery, faintly revealing the posture of the city and the country, Chen Feng has not seen many beautiful women, he only thinks it is good-looking. But good-looking is good-looking, but there is less simplicity in words and actions, and more cunning in girls, which makes Chen Feng a little overwhelmed.

Fortunately, although the construction was slow, it was finally completed, and some daily necessities were moved from the stone room to the bamboo house, and the two of them were ready to go to the first night after the new house was built.

At this time, it was a certain day six years after Chen Feng came here, time was like a shuttle, and there was only one of the three thousand words left, he looked at it, and the last word he rarely recognized, although the strokes were vigorous and weird, but the glyph was still clear and legible.

Feeling.

3,000 words, I'll just take this one word away.

There were thousands of stars outside the window, and what he saw in front of him was endless darkness.