Updated: 2012-04-02

Daxi Changru is a person who is not good at talking. Along the way, Li Xian asked him ten words, and Daxi Changru sometimes didn't even answer a single sentence. Li Xian didn't seem to mind, and he didn't know whether he was talking to Daxi Changru or talking to himself.

After purchasing supplies in the Xi tribe, the Blood Rider did not stay too much and started to set off again. He traveled a long distance, although Li Xian said that he repeatedly expressed that he was in a hurry to reach his destination, Daxi Changru still marched according to the original plan. Li Xian actually knew why this was so he was not upset. He marched from a long distance, even if the Blood Rider did not care about himself, he should cherish his horsepower. If there were enough backup war horses, I believe the speed would increase by a large amount. The reason why he urged was simply because he really didn't want to let his mouth go idle. Although his name was Li Xian, he was actually a person who liked to make himself look very busy.

The journey is boring, and if the companion is still a dull person, it will be even more boring. If the companion is one hundred and five dull people, if Li Xian doesn't say a few more words, he is afraid that he will become as quiet as a blood cavalry. It is said that those who are close to the Moon are black, and Li Xian doesn't know if he will be contagious to be mute by those more than one hundred pseudo-dummy. But Li Xian believes that those who are close to the pig are smelly, so he must try whether he can make Daxi Changru livelier.

Finally, when Daxi Changru couldn't bear Li Xian's nonsense, he untied the horizontal knife beside his waist and handed it to Li Xian: "If you are really bored, practice drawing the knife."

"Draw the sword?"

Li Xian frowned and took the horizontal knife and weighed the weight in his hand. Li Xian was a weapon enthusiast in his previous life, especially the knife. He once bought a Tang sword online, which was 102 cm long, 75 cm sharp blade and 27 cm hilt, but the knife was very light. The Dasui standard horizontal knife handed to him by Daxi Changru was slightly shorter, but it was far heavier than the modern imitation. The nearly one meter long horizontal knife in Li Xian's hand looked a bit outrageous compared to his figure. After all, he was a boy who was only eleven years old, and his height was barely 1.5 meters.

Pulling out the horizontal knife, Li Xian gestured and asked, "Draw the knife? Is that true?"

Daxi Changru smiled rare. The smile on his cold face looked very comfortable, with a bit of a warm and chilling atmosphere, but the words he said next made Li Xianru fall into an ice cave.

"Very good, that's it, starting today, draw the sword a thousand times a day?"

"Why? A thousand times, don't you think it's a little more?"

"One thousand two hundred times!"

"Okay, a thousand times."

"One thousand five hundred times!"

Li Xian roared: "I have accepted it, a thousand times!"

Daxi Changru shook his head: "If you say another word, you will draw your sword two thousand times a day."

The horizontal knife is a two-handed knife. It doesn’t seem awkward to use it on land, but sitting on the horse’s back, the seemingly simple action of drawing the knife is actually a bit difficult. Li Xian’s arms are short and the blade is long. If he wants to pull the horizontal knife out, he must lean back as much as possible. In this way, if he draws the knife for a thousand times, he will not only suffer from his arms, but also his tender waist will be implicated.

From morning to noon, Li Xian completed the action of drawing the sword six hundred times. It didn't sound like this, but riding on the horse and constantly tilting the sword six hundred times can really torture people. His arms were getting heavier and heavier. When Daxi Changru ordered a rest and prepare lunch, Li Xian's action of drawing the sword was more than five times slower than the beginning.

The blood cavalry spontaneously divided into several teams, and the two teams went out to patrol and guard them in various directions. The others dismounted and collected dry firewood to light the fire, and then set up the wild animals hunted along the way to roast them.

Li Xian gritted his teeth and inserted the horizontal knife into the sheath, and then jumped down from the horse's back with difficulty. The pain on his arm was unbearable, just like ten thousand ants attached to the bone and kept biting it.

“Six hundred and once.”

Daxi Changru looked at Li Xian with a expressionless face.

Li Xian grinned his teeth and rubbed his arms while complaining: "It was so intense at the beginning. Isn't the practice gradual?"

Daxi Changru said with a stern face: "I mean you haven't finished it yet, and you're still eight hundred and ninety-nine times away."

He walked towards the fire and said as he walked, "If you can't finish it, don't eat lunch. If you haven't finished it at night, don't eat dinner either. If you haven't finished it before going to bed, then... you don't have to sleep."

Daxi Changru turned around and looked at Li Xian and said, "But we won't wait for you, we will still be on the road tomorrow morning."

Li Xian gritted his teeth and finally swallowed the words to greet Daxi Changru's eight generations of ancestors. He endured the pain like scraping the bones and slowly pulled out the horizontal knife by his waist. The horizontal knife weighing several pounds was as heavy as hundreds of pounds at this time, and his hands could hardly be able to control it. In this way, Li Xian pulled the knife more than ten times, and his body was already wet with sweat.

Daxi Changru skillfully peeled a hare, then used an iron brazing to put it on the fire. After doing this, he shouted to Li Xian: "I said I asked you to draw your sword, but you were drawing your sword on the horse's back, not standing like this. So these thirteen times don't count."

Li Xian's mouth was bitten by him, but he didn't say anything. He walked to the black non-purebred Botawu without saying a word, and climbed onto the horse with trembling and difficulty.

The sun shone straight down, shining on the young man who could no longer stand up on the horse's back. It seemed that Li Xian had forgotten how many times he drew his sword, but he just mechanically repeated the movement. When he felt that his eyes were getting darker and darker, someone suddenly touched his body and pulled him back from the edge of fainting.

Daxi Changru handed Li Xian a water bag: "You can't eat rice, but water must be drunk. If you don't drink a sip of water, I don't guarantee whether you will survive today. I remember what I told you is that you will be 1,500 times a day in the future, every day."

Li Xian wanted to raise his hand to take the water bag, but found that his arm was completely disobeying the command of his brain. He tried it a few times, but could not touch the water bag at all. It was not that he was dazzled, but that his hand had lost its sense of direction. Daxi Changru raised the water bag and handed it to Li Xian's mouth. Li Xian bent down and held it. When a mouthful of clear water with a sweet taste entered his mouth, Li Xian even felt that this was the legendary Qiong Yao wine.

After drinking half a bag of water in one breath, he was greedy as if a hungry little beast finally touched his mother's nipple and head, all the money was requested.

“How many times are there?”

"Seven hundred and ninety times."

Daxi Changru put away the water bag, then took out a roasted golden hare hind legs like a magic trick, and shook it in front of Li Xian's nose. Li Xian's vision was blurry, and he didn't even know what he was thinking in his mind, or he didn't think about anything at all, but when he smelled the seductive fragrance, he subconsciously opened his mouth and bit it out.

With a click, the teeth hit together.

Daxi Changru stuffed rabbit meat into his mouth and tore off a piece of it, chewing it comfortably: "It's an exception for you to smell it."

Li Xian opened his mouth and smiled hard: "Do you dare... make another exception?"

Daxi Changru laughed and said, "I will continue on the road in a while. Before sunset, you must go to a nameless little lake forty miles away to camp. I wish you good luck and hope you can sleep tonight."

Li Xian curled his lips: "I just said... I'm close to Zhu Zhe Chi, you said so much today!"

Daxi Changru was stunned, frowned and thought for a while, then walked away without saying a word.

Li Xian, who seemed to fall off the horse's back at any time, could laugh to the sky, as proud as a rooster who had won. His current appearance can be described in two words, that is pride. If he had to be described in one word, that was simplified, that was cheap.

After resting, the Blood Rider continued to go on the road. It was not difficult to catch forty miles in half an afternoon with the quality of the Blood Rider. But for Li Xian, this was an absolute torment. He had to draw his sword mechanically while trying to keep his body stable and not fall off the horse's back. Although Li Xian had already started riding a bareback horse since the age of six, and could only rely on his legs to control the direction of the horse. However, Li Xian could not even feel his own legs now, so how could he ensure that the legs of the dark horse will not go wrong?

Fortunately, horses are a very follower animal. His dark horses will not fall behind after the Blood Rider, but Li Xian has fallen four times.

Daxi Changru once again lifted Li Xian up like a chicken and placed it on the back of a dark horse, and then reminded Li Xian in his ear: "There are four hundred and three more times."

The team rushed to the unknown little lake camping before the sunset. At this time, Li Xian was completely a robot that had lost his mind. His arms had long lost consciousness, as if it was not him who was drawing the sword at all. Li Xian even felt that he was watching a performance.

The Blood Cavalry Brigade led the Iron Fanglang to arrange the cavalry to camp and walked to Xi Changru. Looking at the shaking boy on the dark horse who might fall off for the ninth time, exclaimed: "It's great that he can have such perseverance at his age."

Daxi Changru glared at Tie Liaolang and said, "Not bad? Just these two words? Can you find another person who can hold on to his level at the age of eleven years old?"

Tie Fanglang thought for a while: "No."

He said seriously: "If you forced him to practice this kind of martial arts at this age, he would definitely try every means to escape. If it were Dongfang, he would definitely kneel on the ground and beg you for mercy, and then pretend to faint. If it was Dugu Ruizhi, he would definitely be willing to poison himself, so he foamed at the mouth and didn't know the situation. No one of them could compare to him at that age."

Daxi Changru didn't ask why Tie Liaolang didn't talk about himself, because Daxi Changru knew that if it were Tie Liaolang, he might not have done better than Li Xian, but he would definitely stick to it. A child who was fed with wolf's milk would always be more cruel than others. He was cruel to the enemy and himself.

Daxi Changru looked at Li Xian and sighed in his heart, even if you are not reincarnated by a real dragon, you must be reincarnated by some monster.

What kind of monster is Li Xian?

It's definitely not a shemale, but... he may really be a monster.

ps: The new book list is a very painful place. To be honest, it is definitely faster than the clean ones. I suddenly killed Ming's 20,000 words to the seventh place in the new book list. I didn't believe it myself. Many people knew what happened later and I stopped mentioning it. I can only say that it was a very unpleasant list. So Jiang Ming didn't plan to make it to the list, didn't advertise, and had no other means. The clicks were very clean, so I felt at ease. When Emperor Zhou opened the book, he only had a few clicks every day, and a dozen more

, dozens, hundreds, and later, the daily clicks of about 5,000 were increased little by little, relying on your support. The imperial ancestor's achievements were clean, so I wanted to keep this clean. The new book list was painful, so it doesn't matter if it was not on the list. Jiang Ming is still very thin, so I don't ask for red tickets for the time being, so it's good that everyone will leave it to the author they like. I only want to have a collection. If there are still spaces on everyone's bookshelf, I hope to leave a seat for Jiang Ming. Thank you everyone, thank you very much.

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