Jonas said very schemingly that he taught the troll to speak, and the troll taught him swordsmanship, fairness and justice.
Lu Zhengkang went to the woods and chopped a suitable fresh branch, cut it into a sword shape, and handed it to the boy. At the same time, he cut his trousers shorter to prevent him from falling down all the time.
Jonas looked overjoyed, as if he had been given a sugar cube by an adult in the family.
Lu Zhengkang slowly practiced a set of Wudang Danjian on the snow. As a simple basic martial arts, it is suitable for beginners who are not strong in internal strength. There are thirteen methods and a total of forty-one moves. It does not sound like much, but it is actually suitable for those who have no martial arts knowledge.
It’s already difficult for basic people.
The troll's arms are long and powerful, and his steps are nimble. In actual combat, he can use some more powerful martial arts, but now it is teaching time to train this boy Jonas.
The Emei sect has the mid-eighth-level Yuan Gong swordsmanship, and the name sounds similar to the current Lu Zhengkang. However, when he saw this name, he often thought of the Yue Nv Sword written by Jin Daxia, and a feeling of sadness arose, so he was unwilling to use it.
In the same way as Tao Sword Technique, there is Emei’s Secret Fifth Level Yue Nv Sword Technique.
Half of the afternoon passed in a hurry, and Jonas had only learned ten moves. Lu Zhengkang ignored him and began to practice the rest of the sword skills. The boy was so excited to see all the various sword skills that he had learned at hand.
Everything was returned to Lu Zhengkang.
Lu Zhengkang finally understood the PE teacher's mood.
Go back home and eat.
As night fell, Lu Zhengkang planned to go to the coast to fish tomorrow. Maybe he would think of a way to weave the webs left by the frostbite spiders into fishing nets, so as to avoid the anxiety of waiting around.
Jonas got into the bed and said good night. Lu Zhengkang nodded to him, went to sit by the fire, added some firewood, and when he saw that the fire was strong enough, he immediately fell into meditation.
As the meditation deepened little by little, the flow of magical energy around me became clearer in my heart. If the spirit is like a palm, which is embodied by the concentration of thoughts and is intangible and qualitative, then the magical energy is like clay, which can be
Plasticity, and itself is chaotic energy without attributes.
Unlike Shang Yuan, magic energy is a relatively superficial product. The two have an ancestor-grandson relationship and are incomparable. It is just like the vitality of heaven and earth, except that magic energy is close to the spirit, while vitality is close to the body.
After Lu Zhengkang tested the magic energy, he tried to use his mental power to capture the magic energy. It was indeed effective, but just like using a gate to block the flow of water, after the gate was raised, the water flow continued to flow.
If you want to use magic freely, you still need a container.
Of course, the brain is a good thing. After the deep combination of mental power and magic energy, it is like a mixture of oil and water, turning into another thing. In short, it is not Balala energy that can be taken back to the mind, and the wonderful thing is that the magic energy processed in this way becomes
It has a sense of existence, just like there is an organ in the brain to accommodate it, and the content can be judged by the pressure. It is like a bladder, but holding in urine will cause anxiety. Is it possible to hold in urine?
Lu Zhengkang plans to name this organ or something else the Magic Energy Center or the Magic Sea. In short, the Magic Core is an unimportant name, a slightly more honest and elegant name is enough.
However, what left Lu Zhengkang quite speechless was that he did not have the opportunity to experience what it felt like to have his magic center brain filled with energy. The troll bloodline and the pure land in his palm were constantly absorbing energy, resulting in his mind being always empty.
"Alas." The troll sighed quietly in front of the fire. Jonas secretly opened his eyes to look at it. The golden-red fire burned on the silver surface, like the sea of ​​the dead at sunrise. The troll seemed to be carrying the sun as it rose.
The rising god.
The boy was amused by his fantasy and snickered. Lu Zhengkang woke up from his trance and turned to look at Jonas. The boy hurriedly silenced his voice, closed his eyes tightly, was breathing rapidly, and had a blush on his face.
Does this kid really have the emotion of fear in his mind?
A subtle smile inadvertently appeared on the troll's ugly face, although it was still ugly...
"Mr. Troll, aren't you going to sleep yet?"
The boy knew that he could not deceive Lu Zhengkang, so he whispered from a distance.
The lazy direwolves were lying down in boredom, making soft whining and purring sounds. The wood in the campfire was banging, and the shack became extremely quiet. A quiet temperament, darkness and shadows seemed to be given at this moment.
Human nature can look at the creatures in the house with gentle eyes in a world that cannot be touched by fire.
On such a night, even if there is no moonlight, it is as clear as water and as quiet as jade. Every low murmur is like a footnote to love words.
In the little boy's mind, life sometimes lasts only a moment, which can be compared to decades.
The Bretonian's poetry also runs in his bones.
"Mr. Troll, let me play the flute for you tomorrow. That bad old man has a bone flute, but he can't play it. I can..."
Lu Zhengkang was tinkering with the bonfire and planned to take a nap.
Lying next to Jonas.
The whispers are like the twang of thousands of people talking, meaningless, unorganized, and inducing sleep.
The boy fell asleep as he talked. Lu Zhengkang smiled, tucked him in, and closed his eyes to sleep.
Under the continuous influx of magic energy, the effect of the troll's transformation is maintained. Just like this, the troll's sleep begins.
…
Wandering in the ice cave.
A dark figure stood on an icicle, roaring at the incoming hunters.
Before Lu Zhengkang could see the faces of the hunters clearly, his field of vision suddenly floated, turned upside down, rotated, vibrated, and then was thrown into the water.
Ice water, then diving, it is sea water, salty smell, getting colder and colder.
Breaking out of the water's surface.
The scorching fire flashed away, the bright light blinded the eyes, and darkness came.
The wind kept blowing, the deer chirped, and the dim light poured in. The herds of deer in the night, the plump big-antlered deer, and the trolls rushed over. They ran away quickly, except for one particularly majestic deer, whose white body seemed to be plump.
Clam beads.
Kill the deer, and the tears in the corners of its eyes keep flowing, turning into a river and drowning the sight.
…
Lu Zhengkang woke up.
Last night's dream.
It's from a troll.
He smiled and didn't care.
Lu Zhengkang gently patted the boy's cheek. Jonas woke up with a red face and stayed in bed, refusing to leave the warm bedroll.
The troll pulled the boy out mercilessly, and he stood upright in mid-air like a fish out of water.
"Let's go." Lu Zhengkang said one word, and Jonas was stunned.
"Are you talking?"
"Let's go, eat." Lu Zhengkang repeated, put down the Brighton man, led the wolves out of the shack, and trekked towards the coast.
There is a new harvest in the fishing pit.
Today's breakfast is grilled fish and grilled fish with cheese.
Wolves are not resistant to hot cooked food. Both humans and trolls are very satisfied with such a breakfast.
The days were very ordinary, but Lu Zhengkang was already somewhat familiar with the road.
Log update.
[Mission: Exploring Magic]
Mission 1 (Complete): Try to use telepathy to sense magic.
Chapter completed!