"Whoa-"
The screams and prayers were endless, and the villagers fled in panic. Some hid in their homes and took out weapons such as axes and wooden knives. Some retreated to the back, unable to react under extreme fear, watching what happened in front of them. .
Only Ya Xuan went upstream, tightened his body, and pulled out the machete from his waist. He was actually quite nervous. Before that, the beasts he met were all mundane things, the most powerful being the Tiger King, but according to Lin Zhizhi, the beast in front of him was a low-level spirit beast.
Anything that has anything to do with the world of comprehension is powerful beyond the imagination of mortals. And Yaxuan has not yet felt the so-called spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the only thing he can rely on is the basic sword art.
The basic sword technique is very easy to deal with ordinary beasts, but Lin Zhizhi himself has not tried it against spirit beasts with mortal bodies.
Ya Xuan said that he was not afraid was false.
He didn't care about those people in the village, and he wouldn't even look at them if they died in front of him. But now the spirit beast blocked the only exit, and behind him stood the seriously injured Lin Zhizhi.
The man taught him swordsmanship, grabbed his hand in a moment of near despair, and dragged him away from the muddy quagmire. He can't go back, he can only fight!
Ya Xuan is very kind! The teenager clenched the sharp machete, took out a pouch from his arms, took out the dark green venom and smeared it on the blade, and greeted the spirit beast alone.
Lin Zhizhi, on the other hand, stood still and did not move, avoiding the retreating villagers. He looked left and right, took a bamboo from a haystack not far away, reluctantly used it as a bamboo sword, and watched Yaxuan fighting spirit beasts.
The nameless spirit beast is very intelligent, and already has a preliminary wisdom. It was able to perceive that Ya Xuan was the only enemy blocking it, took two steps back, tentatively opened its mouth and roared twice, causing an invisible shock and breaking the ground.
Yaxuan flexibly jumped to another rock, avoiding the mud that hit with the sound waves, stepped on a broken stone, turned over from the air, and hit the machete with the claws of the spirit beast!
How amazing is the power of spirit beasts? Not only did the machete not hurt it, but instead aroused its ferocity. His pupils stared at the boy's body still in the air, and he opened his mouth to bite down.
The stench rushed towards him, and Yaxuan twisted his waist and stepped on the mouth of the spirit beast. He flipped a somersault on its back, and wanted to stab in - but when the spirit beast turned its head, its extremely long neck made it easy to pierce it. The ground can bite Ya Xuan.
Ya Xuan went all the way back, turned over and grabbed the tail of the spirit beast. The machete, which glowed dark green in the sun, cut through the pure black fur of the spirit beast all the way back.
The spirit beast roared in pain, rolled its body on the ground, and swept its tail to drive the boy out of his back. The bloody wound on its back was dripping with black blood, apparently poisoned. The spirit beast was quite straightforward, with a wave of its claws, it chopped off the piece of flesh fiercely, preventing the venom from spreading.
Ya Xuan fell to the ground, this time he grabbed the tail of the spirit beast again, got up from behind, and concentrated all his strength on the machete - the machete swept a rounded arc, the oppressive air roared, and slammed into the spirit. The most vulnerable stomach of the beast is the fourth form of the basic sword art.
The spirit beast let out a long cry and attacked Yaxuan even more frantically. The claws sharper than the sword left many scars on the boy's body. But the venom gradually broke out, and the madness in the eyes of the spirit beast faded, and he gave up his revenge and spread his claws backwards to try to leave.
Just as it leaped all the way to the entrance of the village, a green light flashed across, and it was Lin Zhizhi who threw the bamboo. The spirit beast retreated in fright, fell to the ground in shock, and stopped breathing.
Lin Zhizhi clapped his hands in satisfaction and walked to Yaxuan: "Are you all right?"
The young man was in disarray and was getting up from the ground, his eyes were cold and he shook his head at Lin Zhizhi.
"If you have nothing to do, put the corpse away. I don't know the rules here, but if you can sell it, the price should be enough for you to buy a sword." Lin Zhizhi said. At the end, he added, "Of course, if you really don't like swords, you can buy a sword, but then I won't be able to teach you."
In front of Yaxuan, Lin Zhizhi didn't look like the arrogant character of Jianzong's time. Most of the time, the two of them were the other way around—the young master of the Lin family talked a lot, while Ya Xuan was very silent.
No way, in the case of losing the spiritual energy, as a very responsible person, Lin Zhizhi is not enough to teach the disciples the way of the master, so he can only use words to describe the world of cultivation to Yaxuan and teach him. Some common sense.
Although Ya Xuan didn't say it, he knew the other party's desire.
Ya Xuan shook his head silently: "Just use a sword."
Lin Zhizhi still wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut when he watched the villagers surrounding them as the crisis passed.
The head of the village head had a complicated expression. He bowed his hands to Lin Zhizhi first, then turned to Yaxuan, and said awkwardly, "Really... I really thank you two, if it weren't for you, our village would..."
He didn't finish the rest of the words, thinking of his usual indifference.
The surrounding villagers are not the kind of people who do not distinguish between black and white. Under the leadership of the village chief, they bowed their heads and thanked Ya Xuan. It's just that everyone's expression has some embarrassing meaning.
Ya Xuan dismissed it and walked away without saying a word. He walked to the body of the spirit beast and dragged it to the front yard of the log cabin.
Lin Zhizhi looked at his back, and followed the steps into the cabin. When he entered, Yaxuan had already opened fire on a routine basis. This time, the boy took out the long-cherished rice and cooked a pot of porridge for Lin Zhizhi.
Lin Zhizhi said with a bitter face: "I want to eat meat."
Ya Xuan: "... Eating meat every day is not good. I added some herbs from the mountains to this porridge, which is good for your wounds."
"I want to eat meat."
"... Your injury isn't healed yet, so drink some porridge first." The boy insisted.
After a short time together, Lin Zhizhi had a general understanding of Ya Xuan's character. Knowing that the other party would not compromise, he had to sit down and watch the boy fill up a bowl of gruel, and then took two sips.
When he was drinking porridge, he didn't have a spoon, so he ate it bit by bit with chopsticks, unlike Ya Xuan who just poured it down in one go in order to save time. Even eating, there is a different kind of temperament.
Ya Xuan looked at the way he was eating. For the first time, he didn't understand the exercises directly after eating, and asked, "Master, did you come here because you were hunted down by your enemies?"
"How many times have I told you not to call me Master." Lin Zhizhi stirred the porridge in the bowl with chopsticks, and felt that it was difficult to swallow without meat. Because of the herbs added, there was a smell of traditional Chinese medicine. He frowned and replied, "Basically, it can be said that I can't go back now, and I don't know where this place is. When tomorrow, we will take the corpses of the spirit beasts to find out if there is a market in the cultivation world."
Ya Xuan put down the bowl and nodded, waiting for Lin Zhizhi to finish eating and taking the two bowls to the sink to wash.
Looking at his back, Lin Zhizhi suddenly reflected a little:
Will it be too much? Such a poor mortal boy must need a lot of love
But then he dropped the idea of the Virgin.
If the other party really has no spiritual roots and cannot set foot on the path of self-cultivation, they are destined to be different from immortals. No one would accept a thorough mortal as an apprentice, no matter how hard Ya Xuan tried.
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That night.
Ya Xuan finally fell asleep after practicing sword art all night, but he still couldn't feel the spiritual energy when he came back.
Due to his injury, Lin Zhizhi slept very early every day, sharing the bed with Yaxuan.
The bright moonlight dimly illuminated the room through the windows, and everything seemed so ordinary.
However, just in the middle of the night, a strange fragrance came from the black-haired boy lying on the bed.
The scent is light at first and then becomes a little more intense.
The charismatic physique strikes.
After Lin Zhizhi lost all his cultivation, the body of charm that had been suppressed finally burst out at this moment. While sleeping, I was unconscious.
Ya Xuan, who was sleeping beside him, was a little irritable, tossing and turning until the scent completely surrounded his nose.
However, just as he was about to wake up, a cloud of black mist poured out of Ya Xuan's body, suppressing his consciousness.
When the black fog dissipated, a strange man appeared where Ya Xuan had been staying.
The moonlight slanted slightly, illuminating the man's facial features.
That is a man who cannot be described in words, more noble than the moonlight, more scorching than the scorching sun. The face is extremely beautiful and the outline is exquisite, like the most beautiful masterpiece of the will of heaven and earth, but it does not appear feminine at all. A red shirt, red and black embroidered embroidery, set off his temperament of being both good and evil. When you look at him, you will understand that in this world, he is flawless, he is the supreme! This is a kind of cultivation to the extreme, enough to affect the performance of one side of the world.
Another person who felt this way was Dao Zun Xuanhua, who had a very different temperament from this person.
The man quietly looked at the black-haired boy lying on the bed and laughed.
When he laughed, his eyes were not smiling, even a little chill.
The strange fragrance has completely overflowed the house, and some of it leaked out through the gaps in the wooden house...
The man stayed in the house, but seemed completely unaffected. He slowly stretched out his slender fingers and stroked the boy's temples.
"It smells good," he said.
His voice seemed to be transformed into the laws of Taoism - if you materialize the fragrance, you can see that the fragrance that was constantly overflowing was suddenly frozen and imprisoned in this wooden house.
The man's fingers rested on the boy's abdomen, and he could see the flesh inside through the bandage.
This is his favorite.
He laughed again, withdrew his fingers, and spread his hands to his chest.
The fragrance was surrounded by invisible forces, the wind blew, and the fragrance was condensed into a drop of water, suspended above the man's palm, and then disappeared.
Layers of black mist rose from bottom to top, covering the man's body. His almost perfect brows wrinkled, and soon relaxed again, looking at Lin Zhizhi with a smile: "Come soon."
When the black mist thickened and dissipated, the man had disappeared, and Ya Xuan was lying on the bed.
The scent dissipated and everything was as usual.