The trees on both sides were like waves, retreating rapidly.
The marsupial is like a jungle ghost. Sometimes it is as fast as thunder, running straight through the tall and dense grass; sometimes it zigzags and snakes, avoiding the thorny bushes with claws and claws; sometimes it bounces continuously and jumps over the crisscrossing aerial roots on the ground; sometimes it flexibly probes and grasps with its claws.
Twisted vines climb to the top of the tree.
The rainwater hit its shiny striped fur, like rolling balls sliding off without any water stains.
Zhikarizhen grasped the folds of the flesh bag tightly, only to feel violent bumps, dizziness, chest tightness and nausea. He endured the discomfort and glanced at Wang Ziqiao, whose eyes seemed to be asleep, calm and relaxed, as comfortable as leaning on him
On a smooth and spacious soft couch, Zhikari's thoughts turned around. If he asked Wang Ziqiao for help in everything, he would only fall into a weak position step by step and become a pawn at his will.
This may be exactly what the other party intended.
Zhikari really closed his eyes, not looking at the chaotic scenery around him, and tried his best to breathe evenly.
"Bang, bang, bang!" The marsupial jumped over several old tree stumps one after another, bumping violently for a while. Zhikari couldn't bear it any longer. A nauseating stomach acid surged into his throat. He almost wanted to vomit, but he forced him hard again.
Swallow it alive.
"Squeak--" The golden cicada chirped loudly and long. Just when Zhi Shou was really upset and depressed, another mysterious picture emerged in the depths of his mind: spring thunder thundered, the rain was violent, and the golden cicada was lying on a leaf.
Below. The rapid rain is like a volley of thousands of sharp arrows, causing the branches to tremble and the leaves to turn.
In a trance, Zhi Shou transformed into a golden cicada and rested on a branch.
Lightning flashed everywhere, thunder roared, and raindrops, swirling winds, and wildly dancing branches and leaves merged into a raging sea.
The golden cicada is like a small boat in the angry sea, drifting with the current, ups and downs. Zhi Shou feels the same way: his tentacles stretch out and his mouthparts ring; his abdomen bulges and shrinks, breathing in and out; his eight wings spread out, trembling subtly; his six legs
Different postures, curling up, paddling, swinging at different angles...
Despite the lightning, thunder, and wind and rain all around, the golden cicada is like a boat on the angry sea, advancing and retreating, sinking and floating, with its whole body like a rudder, a oar, and an oar, exploring, extending, drumming, contracting, swallowing, and spitting.
Shake, shake, curl, bend, shake, scratch...everywhere is moving and everywhere is changing.
The oncoming stormy waves turned into a series of balancing aids.
Summer Cicada Breeding Technique!
Zhikarizhen was clearly aware that in the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, wisps of clear and turbid air were continuously produced, which were inhaled by the golden cicada and turned into its own nourishment.
Zhi Shou suddenly understood that the art of hibernating winter cicadas is absolute silence, while the art of nourishing summer cicadas is absolute movement! The art of hibernating winter cicadas blends into the heaven and earth in silence. It is soundless, colorless, tasteless and unconscious. I am inseparable from heaven and earth.
Heaven and earth are no hindrance to me. Although the two sides are one, they are distinct and do not affect each other.
Xia Cicada absorbs the art of nourishment and blends into the heaven and earth with movement, with sounds, colors, shapes, tastes and feelings. I am hindered by heaven and earth, and heaven and earth are hindered by me. I have suffered the catastrophes of heaven and earth, but also received the feedback from heaven and earth.
"Plop!" The marsupial jumped up quickly and drew a towering arc above the tree canopy, avoiding the sudden attack of a tree wolf. "Bang!" The marsupial landed on the ground, twisted its waist suddenly, and pulled out its tail like lightning.
, the tree wolf was beaten so hard that it hit the tree trunk, broke its back, and died whimpering.
This jump and twist made Zhi Kaizhen feel dizzy and nauseated again, and he fell out of the mysterious scene of Xia Chan absorbing the art of nourishment.
Xia Cicada's nourishment technique! Subconsciously, Zhi Shou imitated the golden cicada, mentally exploring, stretching, drumming, shrinking, swallowing, spitting, vibrating, shaking, curling, bending, shaking, rowing... and conjuring up countless complex and strange movements.
Trajectory. At this moment, his skin, pores, blood, muscles, bone marrow, and internal organs are all changing rapidly in a state that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. Everywhere in his body is moving and changing.
The endlessly jumping leopard is like a wave, and he is a flat boat on the top of the wave. His limbs are like a rudder, like a oar, and like an oar... If you go against the current, you will avoid it, and if you go with it, you will meet it. He adjusts himself time and time again to grasp the point in the movement.
balance.
Huh? Wang Ziqiao straightened up, and his calm eyes were as sharp as needles. On the surface, the boy was no different, and he still maintained his original sitting posture. But with his mental perception, he could see that the other person's body was always changing subtly, all the time.
, endlessly.
The impact force of each leap of the marsupial was not only resolved, but also turned into a balance aid by the boy, and the body was firmly "glued" to the meat bag.
After a long time, Zhikarizhen was still immersed in the wonderful state of the summer cicada nourishing technique. He didn't realize that time passed and the sky was approaching dusk. It was windy and rainy on all sides, and it was dim and dark. There was a trace of fresh air, and the turbid air changed from
Born in the celestial phenomena, it was silently absorbed by Xia Chan's Nurturing Technique, nourishing itself. The upset and chest tightness disappeared, and even the soreness in the muscles subsided little by little.
Zhi Kaizhen suddenly realized that Xia Chan's nourishing technique not only does not consume qi and blood, but also has a nourishing effect. If he can cultivate Xia Chan's nourishing technique to the state of transformation, even without tonic, he can make up for the loss of qi and blood. But
This secret technique of witch spirits is very dangerous. The deeper the realm, the more difficult it is to master. Just like sailing a boat in the angry sea, if you are not careful, the boat will be destroyed and everyone will die.
Suddenly, he felt a chill in his chest. When he recovered from the Xia Chan nourishing technique again, he realized that the cold rain poured into the flesh bag and soaked the skirt of his clothes.
I don't know when, a large amount of rainwater accumulated on the ground, forming a swollen stream, meandering in all directions, and the entire mountain forest seemed to turn into a vast ocean. The leopard was lowering its body and wading into the center of a deep stream.
Gradually submerged the meat bag.
"Master Zhi seems to have a new understanding of witch spirits, which is really gratifying."
Zhi Shouzhen turned his head and saw Wang Ziqiao standing up, staring at him with burning eyes, as if he was looking at a novel toy. He smiled bitterly and replied half truthfully: "I did learn a little bit about the eight-winged golden cicada's life-saving skills.
This technique only consumes my energy and blood, and I am afraid that I will lose a few months of life. Sir, I really need you to pay more attention to becoming the crown prince of Yongning Hou."
Wang Ziqiao took a deep look at Zhi Kaizhen: "Actually, I have already made arrangements for this matter, but I am just struggling to find a suitable candidate. If you become the young marquis, it will be good for both of us. How could Wang not do his best?"
What?"
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Zhi Shouzhen took advantage of the situation and asked: "Does the Marquis Yongning of the Jin Dynasty have no children?"
"They are all dead. Four sons and two daughters have died in succession in the past six years, which can be considered an evil thing." Prince Qiao smiled enigmatically, "Fourteen years ago, Yongning Hou hid a house outside.
They fell in love and secretly gave birth to a son. Later, Princess Huayang, the wife of Marquis Yongning, the sister of the current King Ming of Jin, learned the news and made a fuss. The mother and son were driven out of Jiankang City and lived in a different place.
Whereabouts."
Zhi Shou asked curiously: "Why did Marquis Yongning keep his good friend secret? Could it be that the eldest princess of Huayang was jealous and did not allow him to take a concubine?"
Prince Qiao shook his head: "You have lived in the wilderness for a long time, and you know very little about the human dynasty in Yunhuang. In the two places of Jin and Chu, the difference between scholars and common people is as different as the world. Although the lover of Marquis Yongning is a great singer and dancer, he comes from a poor family. Why?
Marriage? But now that Marquis Yongning has no heir, he doesn’t have much to worry about. He is rushing to send people around to find the mother and son. Well, I heard that Marquis Yongning suffered from a hidden illness a few years ago and will never have any heirs."
Zhikarizhen stared at the stream that gradually reached his shoulders, and said in deep thought: "It turns out that Mr. wants me to be the private son, just in case the other party——"
"That illegitimate son died a year ago." Prince Qiao said calmly, "Now there is only a mother left who guards the valley alone and is full of hatred. You must cooperate with her to get rid of the Marquis of Yongning and obtain the hereditary title." Looking at Wang Ziqiao's indifferent eyes, Zhi Shou's heart suddenly tightened. The leopard waded through the stream, and the water slowly receded, but the moist chill penetrated into the skin and lingered.
Does Wang Ziqiao want to use himself to control the Hou Mansion?
What is the purpose of controlling the Hou Mansion?
"The terrain in this area is too low. Once the heavy rain continues, flash floods will cause trouble." Wang Ziqiao patted the leopard and sped off.
"Woo——" The marsupial suddenly roared and hesitated, with a trace of fear in its eyes.
Zhi Shou really looked around and saw a raging mountain stream more than ten feet away. Because of the heavy rain, the mountain stream swelled like a big river, and the water was so fast that it made the sound of thunder.
"You evil beast, why don't you leave quickly?" Wang Ziqiao forced the leopard to swim over. The leopard managed to crawl a few steps, then crawled to the ground, scratching with its four claws, and its fur stood up like sharp needles.
Wang Ziqiao's heart moved, and he looked at the mountain stream carefully, and his mental power extended towards the white stream.
"There is a little man holding a raft on the water." Zikari's eyes were strange.
Prince Qiao was stunned for a moment. His mental power instantly covered the mountain stream, and he seemed to have touched something, but it could not be seen with the naked eye. The sky above the water was empty, with only high splashing waves and rolled fallen leaves.
"Mr. Zhi, are you sure you read it correctly?" Wang Ziqiao asked in a deep voice.
"I can see it very clearly. Hey, he even waved to me. He came over with the raft! Could it be that... sir, didn't you see it?" Zhikari said in surprise.
"I didn't see anything." Wang Ziqiao replied coldly.