Updated: 2012-04-03

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The grassland people are a very strange nation. If you go to a tribe alone, almost no one will look down on you because of your poverty. They will warmly treat you, give you meat and drink wine. If you are lucky, there will be beautiful girls coming to your tent. Their smiles can infect people, making people sigh that there is such a purely friendly nation in this world and they are unwilling to leave.

They will also become the coldest robbers in the world after picking up a machete and jumping onto the back of a horse. When they break into your house, they will not put down the butcher knife because of the cry of the elderly and children, nor will they give up plunder because of the sacrificial walls of your family, even if there is only a broken iron pot in your house. They will not leave a living when they pass through a village, and they will not leave a house when they rob one city and burn one city.

To sum up, you can visit his house, but never invite him to your house.

Daxi Changru would not run to the territory of the Khitans with his blood cavalry. In that case, even if the grassland people are hospitable, they will not hesitate to greet him with the feather arrows and scimitars. He stopped on an unknown hill, and Daxi Changru sent soldiers to camp. Although the hill was not very high, it looked a bit majestic and magnificent.

Starting from Yuyang County, I went around a big circle here and did not pass through the Khitan grassland. Daxi Changru was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble, so they walked farther than going directly to Qingniu Lake. I chose to camp here because it was the junction of the areas controlled by the Khitans. People on both sides rarely approached here in order not to cause disputes. It is difficult for blood cavalry to camp here. Even if they were discovered, neither the Khitans nor the Khitans would come to provoke them.

Because I wanted to live here forever, the blood cavalry began to build camps. It was not a problem to hide more than 100 blood cavalry in the mountains who were good at hiding them. It was as if there was no difference between hiding one hundred ants on ten tons of coal. There was water at the foot of the mountain and forests on the mountain. No matter how you look at it, it was a good place to live in seclusion.

Li Xian sat on the stone and watched the busy blood cavalry working. He was too lazy to help, not because he was lazy, but because he was very tired. The number of knife draws every day has increased to 2,000 times. Li Xian didn't know if he had lived here for a year or two, and if he seemed stupid every day, he kept pulling out and inserting with a horizontal knife like a pussy. The four words "pulling out and inserting" do not necessarily mean orgasm-crossing is ecstasy, but may represent boredom and painful fatigue.

After two thousand times of drawing the knife, Li Xian would never be as strong as he was as dying as he was at the beginning. Even if he did something like that, he would not feel comfortable even if he did not ejaculate for a whole day. Every time he finished practicing, Li Xian's arms would become much thicker and still hard to touch... There was no sponge in his arms, and the thing was not durable. The endless training for nearly a month made Li Xian's biceps and all kinds of ceps become very strong.

Gently massaging his arms, Li Xian looked at the busy figures of the blood riding and was excited: "The mountains are not high, just have trees, the water is not deep, just have fish, women are not beautiful, just have holes...

"How does your wrist feel, can you still move?"

Daxi Changru came over and asked.

Li Xian said: "It's still done, at least I can still hold the little chicken and pee. I'll try it out."

Daxi Changru had become accustomed to the shamelessness and scoundrel of this calf. He picked up a small wooden stick from the ground and placed it on the stone, and said to Li Xian: "Cut it off."

Although Li Xian didn't know what the purpose of Daxi Changru was, he was sure that this would be the beginning of another training. He jumped off the stone and pulled out the horizontal knife like flowing water. His movements seemed to be flawless. He waved the knife and chopped it down. With a sound, the horizontal knife cut on the wooden stick and also slashed a piece of Mars on the stone. The small wooden stick flew up to both sides, leaving a white mark on the stone.

Daxi Changru picked up the two cut pieces of wooden sticks, put them together and compared them, saying, "The eyesight is pretty good, it's almost the same."

Li Xian smiled shyly and said, "Talent..."

Daxi Changru did not continue to praise him, but picked up a small wooden stick from the ground and placed it on the stone, then drew a knife and slashed it down! After the sword light flashed like a train, the wooden stick on the stone did not even move. Li Xian leaned over curiously, picked up the wooden stick and looked at it, and gestured. The small wooden stick was cut off from the middle, the same length, not bad at all. There was no trace left on the stone, and Li Xian's eyes instantly opened.

Daxi Changru looked at Li Xian who was stunned and said, "Don't tell me about the talent of shit. I never believe in talent. I have practiced drawing swords like you, and I have practiced for three years after cutting off thousands of wooden sticks every day. If you can do this within two years, I will admit that you are a genius. If you think such a simple thing is already magical, then you should just not touch the knife again."

After saying that, Daxi Changru turned around and left.

Li Xian looked at the little wooden stick in his hand and said nothing. He didn't know how long he had been silent. The young man who sighed narrowed his eyes slightly and told himself in his heart that the world was really big.

He bent down and collected dozens of straight wooden sticks on the ground. Instead of putting them on the stone, he chose a cleaner piece of land to arrange the wooden sticks. The reason for doing this was that he felt sorry for the knife to break. He sat on the ground, looked at the dozens of wooden sticks in front of him, and then took a deep breath.

Draw the knife and cut it down.

The blood cavalry built the camp very quickly. It took only twenty days to build the basic facilities, including a circle of fences, stables, a row of houses, a watchtower hidden in the dense forest, a kitchen, a bathroom, and of course a toilet. In the past twenty days, Li Xian had not paid attention to the progress of the camp at all, and he had no time to take a look there.

When he woke up in the morning, he would practice bows and arrows for an hour while his hands were full. In the rest of the time, except for eating, going to the toilet and sleeping, he almost used it to be unable to get along with wooden sticks. In the past twenty days, if the small wooden sticks cut by Li Xian were made into chopsticks, they could be given one thousand pairs of blood cavalry each. This is a very wasteful behavior, so Daxi Changru asked Li Xian to choose a slightly thicker wood to chop, and the cut-off wood could also make a fire to cook.

When a beautiful and practical camp was finally completely built, Li Xian finally chopped out the first to one wooden stick of the same length. He was not excited, nor did he go to Daxi Changru to show off. In more than a month, he split out the same length of sticks, which was not a miracle in probability.

At the beginning, every time Li Xian cut a knife, he would leave a trace on the ground. As day by day, Li Xian's biggest gain was not the pair of wooden sticks that happened to cut out a level, but the traces on the ground were getting lighter and shallower. It was nothing to say, but it was a very difficult thing to do. The strength of the knife was difficult to control so perfectly. It was a little lighter. It either stopped the knife before the wooden stick was cut, or it would be chopped up the wooden sticks. If it was heavy, it would leave traces on the ground.

It's not just the arms, but the eyes.

He stared at the wooden sticks all day without blinking, and Li Xian's eyes were dry and painful. Whenever his eyes couldn't see things clearly, he would stop and apply them to the snow on the mountain. This would make the eyes feel better and make the drowsy mind clearer.

He cut off all the wooden sticks in front of him, and Li Xian's tense nerves loosened and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Dugu Ruizhi sat down beside him and handed Li Xian a water bag: "Anzhi, can you tell me why you worked so hard in practicing martial arts?"

"Terror?"

Li Xian took a big sip of water, wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "I don't think this is trying hard."

Dugu Ruizhi changed his sentence: "Why is it so hard to practice?"

Li Xian smiled, stretched his body hard, and lay down on the ground with his back and forks: "Maybe it is to live more steadily? In any case, if you are stronger, others may be less likely to hurt me. There is not much difference between people in this world. Apart from the different places where you pee, you are just thinking. My idea is very simple, I don't want to die in the hands of others."

Dugu Ruizhi looked at Li Xian and wondered: "Why do you feel so much emotion like a boy? From your tone, it seems like you have many enemies. And it seems that you are still very strong?"

Li Xian smiled faintly and said, "It's so strong that... To ensure that I'm not dead, Tiefutu has already died over the years. In order to avoid death and to die less, I can't let myself live in a daze. I become strong enough to avenge my dead brothers. Brother Bird has seven deep bone-sighted wounds on his body, and I always want to ask for an explanation for him."

Dugu Ruizhi asked curiously: "What is your identity? Why are so many people trying to kill you? Why do the people in Tiefutu have to protect you?"

Li Xian looked at the sky through the gaps between the leaves, and then smiled faintly: "I am an ordinary person, but many people think I am not ordinary."

He sat up suddenly, then stood up to look for a stick that could be chopped: "If you really want to know what's different about me, you can ask my master."

Dugu Ruizhi stood up and patted the dust on his butt: "You must go and ask, otherwise I won't be able to sleep."

Li Xian picked up a wooden stick and placed it on the ground, and then continued his boring and mechanical movements. He drew the knife, chopped, put the knife, drew the knife, and chopped it again.

Cut the wooden stick he picked up to death again, Li Xian raised his head and looked at Dugu Ruizhi's back gradually disappearing in the distance and smiled apologetically.

"Sorry... it's not that I want to arouse your curiosity, but... If you know any bullshit prophecy of the reincarnation of the real dragon, Daxi Changru can only let you join the ranks of protecting me if you fight to the death. Sorry... I still need someone to protect you now."

Li Xian's vision was a little blurred, but it soon became brighter.

He inhale deeply and slowly exhale.

Therefore, you must become stronger as soon as possible so that you will not implicate more people.

In the future, I will definitely be able to protect myself and everyone by relying on my own strength.

His face was very plain, but he became more determined.
Chapter completed!