Chapter 488 Beautiful Misunderstanding

The reason why the drunken man went out was because the corpses of two seventh-level monsters were too big. They were not killed by sniper rifles, but hacked to death by him with his big knife. The death was very tragic, and it was really not suitable for a little girl. Watch.

Moreover, there is no room for the corpse of this seventh-level demon in the formation. The big demon died not long ago, and the pressure is still there. It is difficult for the little girl to resist with her little cultivation.

Even if you can resist, why don’t you practice cultivation just to resist the coercion?

What a beautiful misunderstanding.

It's a pity that Qixun doesn't know now.

Take out the futon and meditate. After calming down, your consciousness sinks deep into the sea of ​​consciousness, visualizes the original sutra, and circulates your mind.

It wasn't until his soul was exhausted that he withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness from the visualization. When he opened his eyes, he found that the sky was filled with stars and the moon was like a wash.

The night in this secret place is so beautiful that it’s amazing.

Qixun glanced outside the formation and saw his master, sitting cross-legged on the grass under the starry sky, with a pot of wine beside him, playing an instrument that Qixun had never seen before, a bit like the Chinese Xun. The sound quality is as simple as the sound of nature, deep and melodious, and the clear tone is full of sadness and sadness.

Qi Xun did not expect that a person like her master, who should be considered a big man from Yan and Zhao, who sang and drank vigorously, would play such a tune, and she was stunned for a moment.

The drunken Hou felt the movement and knew that it was his apprentice who had finished practicing and came out of the formation. He ignored it and continued to play the music.

The tune is repetitive and extremely simple, but it brings different emotions to people.

Qixun only listened to it once before he memorized the tune. He thought that if he used the erhu to play this tune, it would be perfect, but if he used a flute with a bright and clear sound, it would be a different feeling, so he simply took out the purple bamboo flute. , in harmony with her master.

The two played for a while, and then Fang stopped.

The drunken Hou looked at the flute in Qixun's hand and asked, "What kind of instrument is this? The sound is as clear as the sound of jade, but it is very pleasant to the ear. You can play it well."

Qixun smiled and said: "In our hometown, it's called a flute. Folks mostly use it made of bamboo. There are also jade and metal ones. But I think bamboo is the most suitable for the sound of the flute. It can be regarded as a very traditional instrument. Master's instrument, I also I’ve never seen it before. The sound is very similar to an ancient musical instrument from our place, the xun. Is yours made of bone?"

The drunken Hou nodded: "The name of this instrument is Wu. It sounds like Wu. It was given by a friend of my past. It has been with my teacher for more than a hundred years. When I am alone, I occasionally take it out and play it. .The night sky in this secret place is extremely beautiful, and it reminds me of a secret place I visited when I was young."

Somehow, Qixun heard the sadness in her master's tone, and thought to herself, her master is also a person with stories.

Seeing her master say this, he stopped talking. Qixun raised the flute and said with a smile: "Let me play a famous tune from our hometown for master."

Qixun played his favorite "Farewell" to him.

After she played it once, Drunken Hou took note of it and picked up the flute to play along with her. Qixun simply put down the bamboo flute and hummed along with the notes played by Drunken Hou.

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky, the evening wind blows the willow flute, and the sun sets outside the mountain.

At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, there are only a few close friends.

A pot of turbid wine will extinguish all the joy, don’t sleep in the cold tonight..."

After a while, the drunken Hou said: "Good music and good lyrics. This is a farewell song."

Qixun nodded: "The words were written by a senior monk."

"No wonder I'm worried."

Qixun looked at the full moon hanging in the sky and said with a smile: "Master, let me sing a song for you."

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine..."

At the end of the song, the drunken Hou took a sip of wine and smiled with relief: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. It's hard to do this in ancient times... It's really hard to do in ancient times."

Qixun didn't want her master to be immersed in this emotion all the time, so she simply pulled out the sword and said, "Master, it's time for me to practice my sword. Please stay aside and see if I have improved again."

The drunken Hou nodded.

When Qi Xun was picking the Star Fruit, he kept thinking over and over again about his master's ninety-nine swords in the sea of ​​consciousness. Although she knew that her master still had the Guiyi Sword, she had never seen that sword before her master made it.

But she knew clearly that Master, since he had the reputation of being a swordsman, that sword must be a soul-destroying sword that could behead people without regrets at the sight of blood. It is not a sure-kill knife that can be practiced.

But she also believed that when she finished practicing the ninety-nine swords and the swords were perfect, she would finally be able to wield her own most powerful sword.

This time, Qi Xun swung two more knives. Now she can wield seven swords.

Such progress surprised even Drunken Hou.

Moreover, Qi Xun was not only able to use seven swords, but the two new swords he used showed no signs of stagnation, as if he had practiced thousands of swords skillfully and smoothly, and his murderous intent was piercing.

Not only is the disciple's sword skills becoming more and more proficient, but his sword intention is also getting stronger day by day.

Such understanding is so amazing!

After finishing the seven swords, Qixun raised his eyes and looked at Drunken Hou: "Master, is there anything that needs improvement?"

If there are shortcomings, there are definitely some. Drunken Hou pointed out two points: "Apart from the fact that you are still not ruthless enough, the speed of your sword is too slow! After ten thousand swords today, I hope you can improve again."

Qixun nodded, her cruel intentions needed to be seen, but she was really inexperienced in actual combat now, and it was difficult to make much progress in a short period of time.

However, the speed with which she can draw the sword can be improved through diligent sword practice.

The reason why she went out to practice swordsmanship in the middle of the night was because she had determined early in the morning that she could only make no less than ten thousand swords a day. So she needs to seize every minute and every second.

After dawn, she would have to go to a stronger gravity zone.

Qixun swung the knife seriously, while Drunken Hou watched from the side.

When he finished practicing Qixun Ten Thousand Swords, his whole body was as if washed by water, and he collapsed on the ground. After a full quarter of an hour, he got up with difficulty, gave himself a cleansing operation, and asked the drunken Hou: "Master, are you What do you want to eat in the morning?”

He was so drunk that he felt distressed. The little disciple was so tired that he still didn't forget to serve him food and drink.

"If there is something ready-made, just take it out. In fact, my master's cultivation has long been out of the way. It's just a greed for food and drink. But you are still young and need to train your body. It is precisely you who need a lot of spiritual energy. When you are getting food. The meat of the monster beasts that my master killed yesterday has been processed and can be eaten directly. You can keep it and make it into dried meat yourself later. There is no need to save anything else. The meat on the left and right is just some monster meat. That’s all, I’ll get more for you in the future as a teacher.

Speaking of food, I remembered that there is a kind of Lingxu Deer on this gravity source. Its meat is crystal clear, like transparent curd, and it is very sweet, almost fruity. Its flesh is like spiritual liquid, which melts as soon as it enters the abdomen, and its blood and skin are rare spiritual materials used to make breath-absorbing charms and invisibility weapons. They are hard to find, so it can be said to be a treasure with a price but no market.

It's just that its shape is transparent, so you can only see its shadow and it's hard to find its trace. If I take you around a lot these days, you might be able to encounter it. "

There are such magical beasts! Qi Xun was very interested when he heard this: "Thank you Master. If I can find them, I will catch two alive and raise them. Maybe it will be difficult to raise a herd of Lingxu deer."

The drunken Hou was speechless. How dare he think about it.

The Lingxu Deer feeds on star fruits and the unique spiritual plants of the Gravity Grassland. Except for the special gravity environment of the Gravity Plain, it cannot be fed anywhere else.