"Say!"

"The real strong people, the people who believe in worship are themselves, and their goal is to surpass themselves and defeat others. And you are such a person, you have perseverance and willpower, no one can influence your decisions, but this willpower is not lasting, it is easy to be affected by the surrounding environment, such as family, love, friendship, these will make your willpower degenerate, affect your decision, in the process, you will be influenced by people who are stronger than you, become their believers. ”

"Become their believer!" Zhao Yuan's body shook.

"Yes, for example, you are fighting for the honor of the black-faced god, and in fact, you are gradually becoming a follower of him, or an apostle. ”

"Ah...... I...... I ......" Zhao Yuan couldn't refute it for a while, because, thinking of the reason for fighting Kuta at that time, he really couldn't convince himself, at that time, he seemed to be completely swayed by his emotions, which was completely inconsistent with his usual style of walking on thin ice.

"Yes, you didn't expect that, but in fact, the really strong person will exude powerful ideas, and every gesture can influence other people, so that others will lose their willpower, become their own believers, and be loyal to themselves. ”

"From now on, you must strengthen your own willpower and ideas while strengthening your own combat effectiveness, and turn your thoughts into the beliefs of others, only in this way can you influence others and make others loyal and die for you. ”

"Understood!" Zhao Yuan replied categorically.

"Okay, you can torture you to extract a confession now, and then rape and then kill. ”

“......”

"Could it be that the monk said so much in vain?"

"I can't do it. Zhao Yuan opened his eyes and glanced at Lan Xin, who was leaning against the trunk of a tree and pretending to sleep.

"Forget it, then hurry up and learn that bullshit arrow technique and leave...... The monk really doesn't understand, what is there to learn about archery......" Monk Tianxin muttered and complained.

"Give me your secret to the arrow!" Zhao Yuan stood up and said to Lan Xin, who was pretending to be sleeping.

Lan Xin opened her eyes, hesitated for a moment, carefully took out a hand-copied secret book from her arms, and reluctantly handed it to Zhao Yuan. The manuscript was very thin, only a dozen pages, and after Zhao Yuan took the manuscript, he finished reading it in less than a stick of incense and threw it to Lan Xin.

"Do you remember?" Lan Xin looked at Zhao Yuan in surprise.

"Let's start training, I need you to demonstrate. Zhao Yuan said noncommittally.

"I don't have arrows. Lan Xin looked at Zhao Yuan angrily.

"It's easy. ”

Zhao Yuan took out the ink-colored sword, chopped a few branches into arrows, and handed it to Lan Xin.

"This is an arrow?!" Lan Xin said angrily.

"I just need you to demonstrate it once, and besides, you're injured and you can't shoot an arrow. ”

"How do you demonstrate?"

"Shoot at me. ”

"You're not afraid that I'll shoot you?" Lan Xin sneered.

"If you can shoot me if you're hurt, then if you are shot, I consider myself unlucky. Zhao Yuan held a black-backed long knife, took dozens of steps back, and said with a smile.

"Hmph, be careful!"

Lan Xin supported her body, endured the pain in her arm and lifted the longbow, and put the arrow sharpened by the branch on the bow, but she did not pull the bowstring, but just looked at Zhao Yuan quietly, and her blue eyes became extremely deep.

Lan Xin looked at Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan also observed Lan Xin, silently reciting the mantra of the art of Yi Arrow in his heart.

Suddenly, a feeling of extreme danger arose, as if, being targeted by a ferocious carnivore.

Move!

Without thinking, Zhao Yuan's body suddenly moved sideways, "whoosh", and a black shadow passed by.

There was a sharp silence in the desert.

Lan Xin's calm Zhao Yuan looked shocked, she couldn't imagine that Zhao Yuan could really avoid his sharp arrows.

"Go on!" Zhao Yuan's face was flat.

"What's the difference?" asked Monk Tianxin.

"It is similar to the 'quiet' of the realm of brute force. Zhao Yuan's clear eyes stared closely at Lan Xin, who was like a sculpture, and he felt that Lan Xin was brewing, brewing an emotion.

"Between heaven and earth, there are thousands of ways to cultivate, but they are all different paths to the same end, that is, there are many methods of cultivating the truth, and their methods are also eight or nine are not far from ten, and the monks have long known the Tao, what is the art of arrows, that is, to deceive ordinary people. ”

"No!"

Zhao Yuan's gaze suddenly became as sharp as a blade.

"What's the difference?"

"It's not archery. ”

"What is it?"

"It's the secret method of cultivating the truth...... I can't say it...... I felt a strange feeling that she was restraining me with a mysterious force that kept me immobile...... I understand...... I understand......" Zhao Yuan wiped the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, and was suddenly ecstatic.

"What did you find?"

“...... Ha Lu Ha ...... Terrible...... Sure enough, it's powerful......" A faint layer of treasure light lingered on Zhao Yuan's face, and Zhao Yuan himself didn't know what to do, this was the comprehension of the cultivation realm.

When ordinary people understand a certain thing, they will have visions in their bodies, such as flushing, rapid heartbeat, and so on. In the cultivation realm, when comprehending a certain supernatural power, there are usually some subtle abnormalities, such as now every time Zhao Yuan comprehends, his facial features will have a treasure light flowing and lingering.

Lan Xin's blue eyes were extremely sharp.

"Stretch"

The branch turned into a phantom and shot towards Zhao Yuan.

The moment the branch shot out, Lan Xin suddenly regretted it, she was worried that Zhao Yuan would not be able to resist this arrow.

"Pong"

The black-backed knife swept up like lightning.

Lan Xin's worry was unnecessary, the branch shot at the blade of the black-backed long knife, and under the huge impact, the branch turned into a puff of wood powder, flying in the air, and the momentum was terrifying.

"Come again!" Lan Xin was a little annoyed and angry, endured the sharp pain in her arm, and picked up another branch to shoot.

"Enough. ”

Zhao Yuan patted the dust on his body and returned to his place.

"Enough...... You...... Have you learned?" Lan Xin stammered.

"Your wound has ruptured and needs to be dressed anew. ”

Zhao Yuan didn't answer Lan Xin's question, walked to Lan Xin's side, and untied Lan Xin's bandaged wound, because the arrow was too forceful, and a lot of blood oozed from the wound. Zhao Yuan cleaned up the wound, put on some muscle-building powder, and bandaged it again.

"Do you feel better?" Zhao Yuan asked.

"It's better. Lan Xin endured the pain in her heart and gritted her teeth.

"Can you go on the road?"

"Yes. ”

"Well, by the way, how far is your tribe from here?"

"If you walk from the desert, it's more than 200 miles. If taken from the edge of the Black Forest, it will be more than 300 miles......"

"Alright, two hours at most. ”

"Two hours!" Lan Xin looked stunned.

"Now, of course, you have two choices, first, I hold you, and second, I carry you on my back. You don't have to rush to answer, think about it first, if you run on your back, it will be very bumpy, but if you hold it, you will inevitably be slighted by me......"

"Carrying it. ”

"Definitely?" Zhao Yuan said with a smile.

"Definitely!" Lan Xin replied categorically.

"Okay, come up!" Zhao Yuan cleaned up and half-squatted in front of Lan Xin.

"Can you really run to our tribe in two hours?" Lan Xin endured the pain and climbed onto Zhao Yuan's shoulder, grabbed Zhao Yuan's neck with one hand, and grabbed the huge handle of the black-backed long knife with the other.

For a long time, Lan Xin has been a little arrogant and looks down on Zhao Yuan, she always thinks that Zhao Yuan is just an ordinary character.