"Boy, you have backbone and have a kindness!" Entering the book space, Wang Man saw the monkey book spirit that he had not seen for several days again. "I have seen everything in these days. I didn't expect that you had endured so much physical torture and didn't even make a hum. I looked at you a few more times."

"Thank you." Wang Man nodded in Shuling's space and said, "Can I still practice in this way now? Can I still go out to take revenge?"

"Cultivation is naturally possible, but when you go out to take revenge, you can only depend on your own. Because I can only help you repair your body, but not interfere with the world outside your body. As long as my ability is leaked, it will cause disaster for both body and spirit to be destroyed. So everything depends on yourself. I am just a book spirit, so illusory that there is not even a entity. After helping you repair your body, you have to do the revenge yourself. But don't worry, as long as you can complete the nine stages of training, revenge will naturally not be difficult."

"How long does it take to complete the training stage?" Wang Man couldn't help asking when he heard this.

"Among the 108,000 teenagers, the fastest one took seventy-nine hours, and the slowest one took three forty-nine days. But on average, three months is enough." Shu Ling explained: "This is also the biggest reason why my king gave you three months. You can solve all the things in the family and have no worries even if you die."

"Why is the difference between the fastest and the slowest?" Wang Man was a little confused when he heard Shu Ling's words. It is logical that there are speeds and slow practices, but it took seventy-nine hours, which is just a little over three days, while the other took more than 300 days, which was more than a hundred times the difference. This difference was a bit difficult for Wang Man to accept.

"It's nothing. The little guy who spent seventy-nine hours was a congenital Taoist body. He was born with a magical power, so he was naturally very fast in cultivation. However, that guy had no perseverance and bad character. He died when he tested the first level. He was far inferior to you. Cultivation cannot only look at talent, but also depends on his nature. Some people have good talents and practice very quickly in the early stages, but after reaching the top ranks, they will be trapped in various Taoist disasters and can no longer move forward, so I don't like him."

"Thank you." When Shuling praised him, Wang Man nodded and expressed his gratitude, "When will I help me heal my injuries? I want to continue practicing."

"It takes two or three days, and the key to repairing the body is to rely on the function of the spirit lock array in the book. I actually don't have any magic power." Shu Ling explained and said, "You have a good rest today. As long as your body is no longer damaged, you should be able to continue practicing tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Wang Man responded, withdrew from the book spirit space, opened his eyes, and looked at the dark cell again.

Because he couldn't practice today, Wang Man suddenly started to do nothing - the severe pain in his body was still there, and there was nothing to attract attention except thatched and stinky smell in the prison cell - so naturally, Wang Man looked at his other and only prison friend.

"What did you do?" Wang Man took the initiative to speak and asked the same question as the person opposite. After calming down, he realized the reason why he talked to the other party as soon as he came in. In this dim cell, he really couldn't find anything else to do except talking to the only person.

"Me?" The girl on the other side of the cell was a little dirty. She had been locked here for some time, but her voice was crisp and sharp. "Oh, I am a slave in the inner mansion. A young master in the inner mansion was violent. I took advantage of my position and took away the tools for him while he was sleeping."

"Have you taken away the tools for the crime?" Wang Man was stunned.

"Well, he cut off his lower body and stuffed it into his mouth." It was a bit strange to say such vicious words from a girl's mouth, and what's even more strange is that the girl did not show a vicious expression when she said this, and even spoke calmly, as if she was talking about a tribe like eating and drinking. "It's a pity that guy is lucky. After cutting his lower body, I was restrained by the guards in the outside tribe, otherwise I would have to take his life."

"Haha..." Hearing the inmate's words, Wang Man suddenly felt a feeling of being in the same way, "You should have his result soon."

"Well, but I don't want him to die so happily, and when I opened it, I didn't expect those Qi practitioners to be so fast." The girl leaned against the wall, her hair wrinkled together, and she played with her fingers, "What's wrong with you? I heard that she was stealing something?"

"No, I was just framed by a grandson." Wang Man said.

"Oh, no wonder." The girl nodded when she heard Wang Man's words, and then moved her thin body a little toward him.

"No wonder?"

"No wonder someone asked me to mess with your words." The girl lowered her voice and said the first sentence, then laughed out loud, "Haha" and said, with a crisp and pleasant voice, but the laughter was full of disdain: "It's a pity that I'm not that kind of person! I want me to do something to frame others, I look down on me."

"..." After hearing the girl's words, Wang Man was stunned. When he came in, he felt that Wang Yan had not locked himself in a separate cell, nor in an ordinary cell with a large number of people, but living in the same room with a girl, which was something wrong. Now it seems that he really has no idea of ​​spiritual medicine.

"Then why did my grandson tell you?"

"Say, as long as I get the whereabouts of the medicinal herbs you have, I will secretly release me before I execute and find someone to replace me." The girl still smiled, her voice sounded very nice.

"Before the punishment? What punishment?" Wang Man asked again.

"What other punishment can a noble prince castrated by a noble man? Just die! Buried alive and buried with him." The girl continued to say bad words in her nice voice.

"Then you should have my words out, after all, you can change your life..." Wang Man said.

"Haha, you and I have no grudges. I don't want to harm you, but if others force me to do something I don't like, wouldn't that be very unhappy? Isn't people living just for a happy time? If I do this kind of stealing thing, I feel unhappy, and I'm not happy, I'd rather die!" The girl talked about her hair and slowly braided it into a small braid. "So, many people want to live just because they are afraid of death, but I seem to have less emotions in nature and don't know what fear is. So, I would rather live happily for a minute than live a thousand years in a frustration. Because I wouldn't live for fear of death..."

Don't live for fear of death...

When Wang Man heard this, he glanced at the girl and finally asked, "What's your name?"

"The sword of the sword, the sword of the sword."

"I remember." Wang Man grinned at him, his mouth full of blood.

One night passed.

When he woke up the next day, Wang Man felt that the scars on his body had improved a lot, and the broken tendons of his hands and feet slowly started to contact him. Although he had not yet fully grown, he was no longer seriously injured.

"You can practice today, right?" Wang Man asked after entering the space.

"Well, although it's a bit stingy, you can try it." After Shu Ling said this, he recited a large number of breathing and breathing techniques during the training period. At the same time, the space in the book was clear, giving Wang Man a good practice environment...

So, he practiced for another three days in this extreme environment.

During these three days, Wang Dao seemed to see that Wang Man was busy with things and did not disturb him. From the next day, she saw that Wang Man stopped talking and sat there every day with his eyes closed, and his whole body would twitch automatically every quarter of an hour or so, and his shape was violent. On the first morning of the beginning, he would even collapse and open the wound he had just grown.

Originally, Wang Dao thought that the inmate he had just met was caused by his physical reaction because he was too seriously injured. He thought that he was so seriously injured and had another reaction. He might die in a few days. But who knew that day by day, the wound on the inmate's body not only did not deteriorate, but slowly recovered as before.
Chapter completed!