Black clouds hung low on the prairie, and spring thunder showered.

Yang Xiongji and Dong Dilang rode side by side, and behind them was a convoy loaded with grain, meat, fruits and vegetables.

Yang Xiongji looked up at the sky, and shouted to the people who were driving the car: "Everyone, work hard, don't be poured on the road by the heavy rain." ”

Dong Dilang added a new vertical mark on his forehead, but his complexion was already black and red, so it was not too conspicuous.

"I said bull riding, don't you shout every day that you are an outer disciple, do you have to call us anonymous waste junior brothers senior brothers? Then you give me a thorough explanation, which deep mountain and old forest did our adults jump out of?"

Dong Dilang subconsciously touched the knife mark on his forehead, and said in an inexplicable tone: "To say that those big sects are also guarded by private soldiers with varying numbers, but they all take some second- and third-rate exercises out to teach, and it is impossible to even teach the fundamental method." Adults don't want to rebel, do they?"

"Shit!

Yang Xiongji scolded, and then suddenly lowered his voice and said incomprehensibly: "Don't say it, I once asked the second brother about the name of the master, and the second brother replied......"

Dong Dilang pricked up his ears and said eagerly, "What are you talking about?"

"It's your business!"

Dong Dilang was furious: "Okay, you are a bull rider, you dare to entertain Lao Tzu!

He pressed the handle of the knife with his hand, and his fingertips, which were as white as jade, had been stained with a few red halos, and he thought that there was no less bloodletting: "Come on, come on, let's have a hand!"

That's what the second brother said at the time, believe it or not. You have practiced the family knife technique for more than ten years than me, and you have learned the second brother's slaughter and forging art to be able to reach the middle realm of qi training, and you are still ashamed to speak?"

Yang Xiong's halberd twisted his sturdy body on the back of the snowhoof green mantis beast, and changed it into a crooked and comfortable sitting position, without looking at the son of the captain with a black face.

Dong Dilang smiled when he heard this, changed his face like a book, and said: "That's the cultivation of Lao Tzu who doesn't want to lose the jade cutting knife, otherwise he would have already achieved the heart knife and practiced qi." Speaking of which, the adult is really out of tune, and he even asked me to mix the jade cutting knife with the slaughter forging technique, but he was not afraid that I would go mad. ”

"Why are you talking, what is it called pouting, it is obvious that you are not greedy enough. The second brother just said in passing, you don't want his slaughtering sword qi empowerment and self-casting heart soldiers, you have made up your mind to visualize your own jade cutting knife, and you will naturally not be able to enter the realm quickly. If you really want to go crazy and practice to death, you deserve it!"

Yang Xiongji pouted and said: "It's okay to open your mouth less, but now everything you eat in the flag is used by the second brother himself, waiting for the food to be allocated from above, and one or two will starve to death a long time ago." ”

Dong Dilang suddenly laughed: "You chose such a big iron halberd to visualize, it is even more stupid, you are embarrassed to laugh at Lao Tzu at fifty steps in a hundred steps?"

Yang Xiongji said angrily: "It's all to blame on the second brother, you didn't remind me at the beginning, how much blood does this have to go?"

While the two were talking, the raindrops had fallen tricklingly, splashing on the soft soil of the spring grassland, and the smell of the earth mixed with the fresh smell of grass permeated the air, making people feel full of vitality.

In front of the two of them, a small camp had appeared, and in the open space outside the tent, nearly 100 people were sitting together, and the silent figure was a little vague and strange in the thin rain curtain.

Liu Tugou looked back at the convoy that began to unload, and then withdrew his gaze.

The closest to him were Fu Yangguan and Sang Yuan, each of whom had an embroidered spring knife on their knees, their foreheads were bloody, their faces were painful, and their bodies trembled slightly.

The little lamb lay not far away, bored and munching on the grass.

Liu Tugou stared at the two of them for a long time, and suddenly made a move, slapping his palm on the top of Fu Yangguan's head, crossing a trace of heart and knife energy.

Fu Yangguan's thin body shook violently, his face was flushed, and red blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were always closed, and he never woke up from his deep meditation.

The little lamb looked up at his master for a moment, then lowered his head to deal with the grass roots that were still half left.

Behind the two of them were Ah Da and five others, who also had an embroidered spring knife in their hands, but there were no blood marks on their foreheads.

Their qualifications and temperament are a little worse, and Liu Tugou retreated to teach "Yimu Jue", after all, planting the root of the heart and building the foundation is much easier than the heart knife.

As for what kind of heart root to choose, the spiritual root of heaven and earth is delusional, and in Liu Tugou's knowledge, there is only one kind of best, of course, half a blood begonia.

The strange flowers that came uninvited to stay in the second master's heart lake are endless, and they can't get a glimpse of it so far, so they just take this opportunity to gather everyone's strength to analyze it, this is a little selfishness of the second master, but it is not enough for outsiders.

The method of teaching is also empowerment, so it is easy to visualize it quickly, although it is a trick, I am afraid that it will be difficult to achieve inspiration in the future, but after all, not everyone is as perceptive as the second master, and they can casually touch the same bypass and draw inferences.

The blood begonia empowered by Liu Tugou is actually still the root of the knife qi, but most of the divine will is the breath of the blood begonia that is grabbed, which is more feminine and more conducive to building a foundation.

One hundred sins are unpredictable, no matter what the qualifications are, they only taught the "Yimu Jue", and the first few empowerments were treated equally, Rao is like this, there are still seventeen people who can't bear the breath of blood begonias, and they have serious internal injuries, so they can only hide in the tent to recuperate.

The remaining eighty-three people entered the country differently, and there were many people who cheated and cheated, but because they were reluctant to have such an opportunity, and because they were afraid of the cruel methods of Lord Qi, they still followed the practice honestly.

At the end of the line lay a person, eighteen or nineteen years old, with fleshless cheeks, thin lips and little blood, and a pair of slender and light eyebrows like a woman.

This young man also has the perseverance of the southerners, insisting on practicing every day, and gradually making progress, each time he builds a foundation to ease the old wounds, and on the other hand, he continues to vomit blood from new wounds.

Xu Dongjiang lay in the wet grass, letting the rain drench his clothes and cheeks with the increasing rain.

The grass was crushed by the rain, and it tickled and tickled on the boy's cheeks as if it were spiritual.

Xu Dongjiang really didn't have the strength to get rid of the annoying wet spring grass, he just opened his eyes and looked at it in a daze, looking at the sky, the clouds, the rain, and the grass.

I don't know how long he watched, but finally, he had some strength, and slowly sat up, while subconsciously raising his hand to grab a puff of slippery grass and pull it out hard.

The blades of grass were slippery and tough, and none of them broke, but slipped through his fingers, leaving the foul-smelling green grass juice between his palms.

The juice that flowed from the grasses was like their blood.

Xu Dongjiang was slightly stunned, raised his palm to the tip of his nose and sniffed, as if he smelled the painful wails and angry cries of the grass.

He smiled slightly, Xu was injured too badly and finally hurt his brain?

Thinking of this, Xu Dongjiang closed his eyes and sighed softly, and then fell into a chaotic thought that he couldn't extricate himself from.