Before a person has mastered a certain skill, he will always have a lot of beautiful imaginations about this skill. Just like when Zhan Zhan used to watch football players running heroically on the football field, he would imagine how domineering he would be if he could shoot an arc. But people who really master this skill will feel... In fact, this is nothing.
Just like Zhan Zhan's current state.
He spread the blanket at the entrance of the cave, sat on it with his legs crossed to bask in the sun, and asked Han Feixie a little uncertainly, "Am I really the sword master? Why must I not feel anything?"
Han Feixie, who was studying Shi Lidong's notes, didn't raise his head and said, "Think about the pain you endured when you became the sword master, do you feel it?"
"... Yes, it's a bit." Being a sword master is so painful! Zhan Zhan said: "Can I have a little better feeling?"
Han Feixie said: "Practice."
Zhan Zhan said: "I just finished training."
"What do you want?"
"I want to fight Warcraft!" Zhan Zhan was gearing up. Anyone who has played online games knows that you can level up by teaming up to fight monsters!
Han Feixie didn't try to perfuse him this time, but thought about it seriously and said, "Okay, you go and beat a fat beast."
"How fat do you look?"
Han Feixie said, "Have you ever seen a pig?"
"...I've eaten pork."
"...you take a bite of all the monsters you meet, and the ones that taste like pork are fat beasts."
After eating the fruit for several days, Zhan Zhan, whose mouth was about to fade out, was moved when he heard it. He threw his body forward, grabbed Han Feixie's thigh, and asked excitedly, "Is there any other way to identify it?"
"It looks like a pig, but it has a pair of horns on its head that can generate electricity."
Zhan Zhan asked solemnly, "What will happen if you get shocked?"
"paralysis."
Zhan Zhan was startled, and said aggrievedly, "I ask a question, why are you scolding me?"
Han Feixie was startled, "Where should I scold you?"
"You're not mom... oh oh oh, paralyzed, paralyzed."
"What did you hear?"
"Paralysis, of course it's paralysis!" Zhan Zhan's expression was very innocent.
Han Feixie didn't bother to pursue it, and continued: "You are already the sword master, this kind of paralysis should be nothing to you. As long as you don't get directly pierced by the horn."
"... What happens if you insert it directly?"
Han Feixie said expressionlessly, "Throw it to death."
Zhan Zhan: "..."
Fat Beast is the nickname given to it by Warcraft Hunters. It originally had a very domineering name called Electric Horn Beast. But its pair of discharge horns are not long-lasting discharge. Every time it finishes discharging, it needs about a minute of rest and replenishment time. Because of this limitation, it can only be regarded as a third-order peak monster, and a swordsman with a little flexibility can hunt it down.
It usually haunts low-risk areas. Many Warcraft hunters don't want to spend the night in high-risk areas, and they don't want to travel long distances back to safe areas, so they choose to stay in low-risk areas. At this time, the fat beasts will be miserable, and they often become the delicacy of the hunters in a daze.
But monsters are monsters after all, they are caught more, and the sensitivity of fat beasts is greatly improved, hunters must be very careful not to be discovered.
Zhan Zhan, who inadvertently scared away the three fat beasts, finally learned his lesson. Before the fourth fat beast realized the danger, he knocked him out with sword energy in time, and then directly picked up his hind legs and dragged happily and went back.
In front of the cave, Han Feixie finished his notes research and was pounding fruit.
Since Zhan Zhan used Han Yuqing's holy pill instead of Han Feixie, he has always felt guilty towards him, rushing to do all the rough and heavy work. Just like now, Han Feixie blinked, Zhan Zhan snatched the fruit and even the medicine jar and pestle.
"I'm coming!" Zhan Zhan said proudly.
Han Feixie hugged his chest and said, "If you want to work so much, let's dissect the fat beast."
"Okay!" After Zhan Zhan finished speaking, his face changed, "I, anatomy?"
Han Feixie stretched out his hand to poke his mouth open, "Open your mouth."
"Ah." Zhan Zhan was very cooperative.
Han Feixie said: "Do you want to eat a monster without its teeth?"
Zhan Zhan: "..."
Han Feixie handed him the dagger, "Go."
Zhan Zhan walked up to the Fat Beast with a dagger in his hand, looked at the Fat Beast's neck first, and then at its stomach, as if he was picking a position to attack.
Han Feixie said impatiently, "I'm hungry."
"That's it." Zhan Zhan agreed, raised his dagger, and pointed it at the fat beast's neck. Fat Beast's breathing caused his body to rise and fall, one up and one down, and he fainted very peacefully. Zhan Zhan couldn't bear it, he shook his hand holding the dagger, and wanted to take it back.
A hand suddenly stretched out and hugged his hand with the whole hand. Before he could react, it aimed at the fat beast's neck and stabbed it hard!
"puff!"
Blood rushed out of his neck, hitting Zhan Zhan's face.
Han Feixie dodged the stabbing knife, and then came over and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go wash your face and come back to cut the meat."
Zhan Zhan nodded silently, walked to the river closest to the cave, sat down slowly, and found that his hands were shaking a little. In fact, he knew that he was shaking not because he had killed a monster, but because he had a premonition that this monster might just be the beginning of the killing.
This is the Divine Sword Continent, a world full of sword energy and battles. It is no longer fiction, but reality. He is in it, and he must accept this. It's life and death in plain sight, no more game saves, no more respawns.
Zhan Zhan washed his face in front of the water for a long time, and did not walk back until he was sure that his hands had completely stabilized.
Han Feixie had already cut open the fat animal's thigh, peeled off the outer skin, and roasted it on the fire. The jam he had just pounded was spread on it.
Zhan Zhan walked over to pick up the dagger on the ground, cut off the other leg along the cut made by Han Feixie, then peeled off the skin, and handed the leg to Han Feixie.
Han Feixie looked up at him.
Zhan Zhan said: "One is not enough."
Han Feixie smiled and said, "Leave it alone."
Zhan Zhan continued to cut the meat.
Han Feixie said: "If you really don't want to do it, you can leave it alone."
"I am the sword master." In an extremely firm tone.
"..."
Zhan Zhan paused and said: "A young, promising, handsome and handsome boy from a family like me will be envied and hated by many people, and killing will be inevitable at that time. I have to adapt in advance."
Han Feixie said: "Have you never killed anyone before?" During his time in Tiandu, although he didn't deliberately inquire about Zhan Zhan's deeds, people who were too "brilliant" were always talked about. Zhan is not like this at all. Of course, because of those legends, he couldn't let go of his guard against him at first. Now it seems that the power of the rumor is too terrifying, and the three become tigers.
Zhan Zhan was choked up, and then he said, "Oh. Well, that's not counted." After carrying so many scapegoats from the old Zhan Zhan, it's okay to carry a few less.
Han Feixie didn't ask further, and said, "You're right. After you become a sword master, you will definitely encounter many opportunities and challenges. There is only one way to get out of this environment."
"suicide?"
"..."
"..."
Han Feixie said slowly, "What you said is also a solution."
Zhan Zhan said with a dry smile, "What else can I do?"
"Become someone that others dare not challenge!"
"Sword God?" Zhan Zhan blurted out.
Han Feixie's eyes flashed.
Just as Zhan Zhan wanted to say that his eyes were so bright, his mind automatically analyzed the eyes as the light of ambition. "..."
"The goal can be set higher." Han Feixie didn't admit it directly.
Zhan Zhan said: "I smell a burning smell."
Han Feixie calmly turned Fat Beast's thigh over, "Well, the meat is burnt."
Zhan Zhan: "..."
"This one is for you to eat."
"..." He doesn't mind eating burnt ones, but can he not use the word "let"
Han Feixie seemed to know that he was depressed, so she turned around and smiled at him.
Zhan Zhan: "..." Just let it go.
After the roast, the two went for a wholesome and weight-loss post-dinner walk.
Han Feixie said: "I have already summed up the method of cultivating a senior trial master. It may not be all right, but it must not be all wrong."
Zhan Zhan said: "It sounds like the method is very vague."
Han Feixie said: "All the methods are summed up after previous experiments. Why can't we be the predecessors of experiments?"
"... a waste of time, right?"
"Do you have a better way?"
Zhan Zhan hiccupped, shook his head and said, "No, I'm not in a hurry." After solving the problem of food and clothing, everything is not a problem.
"Let me introduce briefly first."
"Ok."
Han Feixie said: "Trialists can be divided into two kinds of abilities, that is, the level of junior testers and advanced testers. The primary ability is dialysis, and the advanced ability is cultivation."
Zhan Zhan nodded.
"Although the notes say that in order to become a senior trainer, one must first become a junior trainer, making the two look like a progressive relationship, but in fact, it is not at all. These are two completely different abilities."
"what?"
Han Feixie said: "The dialysis ability is actually to replace one's own consciousness with sword energy, integrate into the plant, and feel everything about the plant. This ability must not only have a strong perception ability, but also have a certain understanding of plants. Different plants have different habits, which requires the tester to integrate and feel in different ways."
Zhan Zhan nodded in understanding.
"However, senior trial masters are completely different." That's why Han Feixie dared to bet on Zhan Zhan at the time, "What senior trial masters need is to fuse two or more plants to create a brand new plant. Plants, and then use the dialysis of junior trial masters to feel and understand the characteristics and functions of this plant. But now we only need three branches of Dream Soul Flower, and we already know its habits very well, so junior trial masters The technique is completely unnecessary for us.”
Zhan Zhan opened his eyes wide.
Han Feixie said: "In other words, you just need to keep trying to grow three Menghun flowers into one."
"How?"
"Experiment and try."
"..."
Han Feixie stopped, pointed to the large sea of Dream Soul flowers blooming by the river, and said, "There are plenty of materials."
Zhan Zhan said, "Time?"
"No limit." Although he was in a hurry, he knew that there are some things that cannot be rushed. He has been waiting for so many days, and he doesn't mind waiting a few more days at all.
Zhan Zhan glanced at him, then suddenly sat down on the ground, touched a dream soul flower, and began to activate the sword energy.
Han Feixie said, "What are you doing?"
"Fat."
"Just finished eating."
"So motivated!"
Han Feixie looked at him with a persistent expression on his face, and didn't say any more. He found a clean place and sat down against the tree trunk, closing his eyes and resting his mind. In the past few days, he was either refining pills or studying notes. In the spare time, he had to worry about Zhan Zhan's cultivation progress. He hadn't relaxed and had a good rest for a long time.