Murong Zhi and I were temporarily placed in an idle dormitory on the third floor of the stone tower.

Her bedroom was directly across from mine, and I could hear the waves lapping against the reef outside my window.

Normally, only Wang Xiangfu and the attendant Xueren live in the stone tower, but now the stone tower will not be crowded when the two of us live.

Since Wang Xiangfu has returned to his old age, he told Xueren to suspend the evening classes for the schoolchildren in the recent period, and he will choose an appropriate time to appear in front of the town's soldiers and civilians. Wang Qitai soon resigned and returned to Nanpo Dazhai by wooden birds, and the four generals who defended the village did not know Wang Qinian's bad news, and he needed to inform them and arrange follow-up plans.

At night, I first heard the giant snoring from Xueren, the attendant of the stone tower, in my bedroom, and I couldn't help but admire the fat man's heart for nothing and his concentration was very deep. Like many big things, he can still sleep calmly.

The two-story stone pagoda is the sound of Wang Xiangfu wielding a big knife, at first it was like a deafening thunder, and gradually became the roar of tigers and leopards, and then there were insects and insects, and finally fell silent.

I guess it's him warming up

- Even if a warrior has not fought for a long time, it will take a certain amount of time to regain his sharp and abnormal combat spirit and the feeling of controlling the blade like a living creature. The silence does not indicate that Wang Xiangfu is temporarily resting due to fatigue, but it is precisely that his body and mind are all immersed in the surface of the earth, and his state is recovering bit by bit.

When I left the reception room, I weighed the weight of the golden dragon mountain opening knife, not Cheng dù that I could shake, Xueren told me that my knife weighed 800 catties.

If Wang Qinian's iron spine spear is unpredictable, it is only three hundred catties light (relative to the strength of Jindan Realm), while Wang Xiangfu's broadsword pursues a severed head and sweeps the power of thousands of troops, "slightly" increasing the weight.

The sound of wielding the broadsword was supposed to be silent and silent, indicating that the feeling of his blade control was awakening.

I listened to him for a while, ignoring him, and concentrating on carefully applying the best golden gun medicine to the leg that had been pierced by the flame of Aung San.

Originally, all the blood and bones in this leg should have died today, but fortunately, Wang Qitai's medical skills and timely treatment caused me to renew my broken blood vessels, remove the broken bones and bad flesh, and bond the big bones. Now, as long as he applies the medicine regularly according to his doctor's instructions, he should be fine after half a month.

Compared to the damage inflicted by Aung San's Treasure Flame, the injuries inflicted on me by those Tsukiki warriors are even less worthy of mention. Wang Qitai's hand injury has been removed, and from last night to tonight, he has been half healed.

I have seen how he sorted out Wang Qinian's remains, how he made Wang Xiangfu return to the light, and I am no longer surprised by his miraculous medical skills.

He specialized in the realm of medicine: internal and external medicine came from Confucianism's "Qianjin Fang", and the study of medicinal herb identification came from Confucianism's "Shennong's Materia Medica".

I used to live under the care of my parents, and I didn't have a strong resistance to pain and war wounds, and Honda was able to confess all of my toes by choking off my toes. But after this period of experience, even if the internal and external injuries hurt my heart and lungs, I can at least think rationally about my next move and do a good job of avoiding it.

-- In addition to the strengthening of my physical body, my heart seems to have been strengthened a lot.

Otherwise, in the battle with those Tsukiki warriors and Aung San Baoyan, I would have fainted immediately after such a pain.

From the appearance of the indigenous samurai last night to the rejuvenation of the patriarch of Shunshui Town in the stone tower tonight, so many things have happened in just one day, and there are so many things at a time that I can't think about it.

While clearing my mind, I recalled Wang Qitai's description, graffiti on the solid wood floor on the map of the top of the Falling Star Mountain.

I and the people of Shunshui Town belong to China, not to mention that I have a lot of indigenous blood on my hands. Now that I have been trusted by the people of Shunshui Town, I should be on their side no matter what, and I will continue to live here for a long time to come.

Killing dust eaters, killing Aung San Treasure Flame, and seizing the cave of Falling Star Mountain are our common goals.

But the biggest disagreement between us is that several Wang elders see these goals as obstacles to Shunshui Town's domination of an island (according to the Confucian understanding, of course, it is a derivation of Huaxia's domination of the barbarians), and their starting point is the Shunshui Town group. I judge Wang Qitai's personality, I am afraid that if the treasure house of Falling Star Mountain is in hand, he will also use it to grow good millet and medicinal fields, and mine the minerals of Falling Star to make weapons and tools.

And my starting point is basically selfishness - Murong Zhi and I want to survive on the island, if we can occupy that cave mansion and scavenge enough resources, we can get rid of our dependence on Shunshui Town and stand on our own.

-- This is the inertia formed by people in troubled times, and it is not that we have a long-term vision, but only the instinct to feel safe by holding on to a resource that we can access.

I didn't grow up in a slum, I grew up in a pirate slum, but this insecurity still permeated my bones. Perhaps we pirates are also in a precarious business, with gang fires, government encirclement, and sea disasters...... Accidents that can happen at any time will take something with you around you.

My father said that only what is in your hands is your own.

Aung San Bao Yan is the strongest Jindan warrior on this island, and has a deep connection with the Dust Eaters, he will never compromise with us, he will stubbornly stand against us, and if he is not killed, he will always have the ability to hinder our monopoly on Falling Star Mountain.

The Dust Eater is a guard demon beast that the mysterious cultivator has arranged in the valley, and if you don't kill it, you can't calmly enter the Falling Star Valley.

――It's not that you can enter the Falling Star Valley and get the cave.

We also need to figure out how to open the door to the star-iron forging

-- The gate obviously cannot be opened by violent means, and this kind of cultivator's cave must have a second line of defense: the formation. Only by finding and breaking the formation without triggering it can the cave be opened. It won't take much time to think about how to crack the formation.

-- People I have come into contact with say that a cultivator is a person who does not pluck out the temperament of the world.

In fact, why do we need cultivators outside the world, how many of us in troubled times are not of such a temperament?

Everyone got together, but because of the limited power of the individual, they had to work together and make things happen.

There was a knock at the door in the quiet of the night.

Murong Zhi walked into my bedroom with the quilt in her arms.

She and I have known each other since childhood, and we have been together for a long time, but she is the only one in the world that I can best trust (even if there are other people, they have all died in the belly of the fish), and the days of sharing a room are not too few (the half moon on a sailboat, the cave of the South Island for the first time).

-- But, but, it was the atmosphere of only the two of us under heaven and earth -- now in the stone tower, and so did the others.

"All of them!"

My heart was fluctuating, and I had a weird feeling of sneakiness.

- Actually, Murong Zhi has a lot of advantages, not to mention her mind and body, although she has a dark personality and a strong desire to dominate, she can be beautiful and generous if she wants to, and she can be charming and affectionate if she wants to laugh (this is my brain supplement), not to mention the beauty I like.

It doesn't hurt for us to get married.

I have no blood relationship with her, even if it seems that the people of Shunshui Town are just cousins intermarrying, and they do not violate any etiquette.

Although I don't have any love for her - after all, we grew up together, and we fell in love at first sight from the novels of no talented and beautiful women

- But I can trust her, and we have been born and died together countless times.

A qualified wife in troubled times is a woman who will not stab you in the back.

What's more, we can really help each other as Wang Qitai said.

I'm going to hug her, this kind of thing should have been the man's initiative, and it was her turn to come to the door in person, as if I was a waste wood scholar waiting for the fox spirit and the female ghost to knock on the door.

I can't be such a bastard.

- However,

"All to all"

I was really unprepared. Although I have read countless spring palaces, I really have no experience in actual things.

I glanced at Murong Zhi, and it was not Murong Zhi in front of me, it was a piece of white honey.

"I've spent the night with you today, have you slept?" she asked, frowning at the mess in my bedroom.

"Actually, I haven't slept yet, and the snoring of the people below is too noisy - that, just now I was swinging the landform of the Star Mountain, this is a sand table made of this cǎo grass. ”

"If someone asks, they say that I have chills, I am afraid of the cold, and I am afraid of the raw place, so I huddle with you. ”

"No problem. ”

After all, in the Confucian view, the strict conjugal life between men and women should be after the completion of the marriage ceremony, and it is a bit too sensitive to steal joy now. But if the pressure she's accumulated over the months is too great and needs to be released, of course I can let her release it through.

"Then you make up for sleep later, and we'll get down to business. ”

-- I can't ask for it.

I took her soft hand, and the practice of internal strength did not make the girl's hand rough and swollen, but made the skin shiny and smooth, just touching it with my heart, it was like soaking my whole body in a hot spring.

My first night was so happy to spend with such a nice girl!

"I'll pass on your little Wuxianggong, and you pass on my thunder spell and fire spell. We have limited time, we must hurry up and become stronger, and we must occupy all the caves in Falling Star Mountain!"