Chen Qiu was "tortured" for a long time.

By the time he woke up naturally again, it was already afternoon.

It can be basically judged from the location where the sun stays in the sky. It is already past 6 pm and it is almost dusk. He slept for at least 8 hours this time.

In this world, it only takes 4 hours.

How many times has he been killed by Chabao?

There are countless more.

The experience of constant death may have been accompanied by pain at the beginning. As soon as it goes, the pain is still there, but Chen Qiu's spirit has become numb.

It's like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Fortunately, as long as he didn't move, Cha Bao didn't move, which gave Chen Qiu a chance to take a break.

"Is this a nightmare? Or is it a ghost seeking life?"

He sat cross-legged on the bed with a little difficulty and checked the wound on his abdomen. Chabao's good golden sore medicine bruises were effective, and the wound had basically healed.

Wait for a few more days, and after scabs, you will be able to recover completely after a few more days of rest.

Chen Qiu moved his shoulders, got out of bed, put on black cloth shoes with a thousand-layer sole, and then put the coarse cloth jacket on his body.

In order to facilitate walking, the style of their clothes is not much different from that of modern people, but this set of clothes is very different from that of the heroes in Shen Qiu's memory.

It has no elegance at all, but it looks like the dress of a farmer when farming.

If you tie your loose pants with a rope, you should just treat them as a belt.

Chen Qiu noticed that the jacket was washed with pulp and was sewn with needles and threads where the clothes were torn.

Although the patch is ugly, Chen Qiu feels a little warm. This should be made by Qingqing. Although the girl is a little bit silly, she is indeed a good child.

The quilt on the bed is still emitting a musty smell, which is probably because no one uses it all year round.

Chen Qiu reached out and slapped the thin bedding, rolled it up, and took it out of the house.

I planned to take it before nightfall, but as soon as I went out, I saw Qingqing standing on the grass at the door, slowly punching.

The little girl also saw Chen Qiu, and she snorted, her fat little face collapsed tightly, as if she was still angry.

But the boxing movements did not stop.

Chen Qiu didn't care much. It's all like this, and I'll be happy if I coax it a little.

"Qingqing, where has the mountain ghost gone?"

Chen Qiu put on a quilt while looking back at his junior sister.

Even if he is not skilled in martial arts, he can see that Qingqing's set of fists is for strengthening the body, similar to Tai Chi that the old men and mothers in his previous life, and has no lethality at all.

Faced with Chen Qiu's inquiry, Qingqing turned his face and ignored this bad senior brother.

"Don't be angry, Xiao Qingqing."

Chen Qiu walked around and walked slowly to Qingqing's side. His eyes turned and said to Qingqing:

"Senior brother knows that he is wrong. Can I change a trick for you?"

"Um?"

Qingqing looked back at Chen Qiu. There was a light of interest in his big eyes, but the arrogant girl suddenly turned her head away, and snorted, continuing to punch her.

"Shoulder later."

Chen Qiu walked into the room, and after a moment, he walked out with a few copper plates, pulled over a chair, and sat next to the girl.

"I'm sure."

He spread the copper coins that were not very round in his hand and looked at them for Qingqing. Then the four copper coins "beat" back and forth between Shen Qiu's fingers as if they had life.

Four became three, three became one, and finally all disappeared suddenly, and in Qingqing's exclamation, they turned back to four again.

This is a very simple trick.

It was Chen Qiu's rotation internship that year, and was used by the Children's Science Society to make sick children.

It turns out that children's attention is indeed easily affected, whether in ancient times or modern times.

"Are you angry? Now you can tell me where the mountain ghost has gone?"

"The mountain ghost is going down the mountain."

Qingqing learned from Chen Qiu's appearance and clamped the copper coin between her fingers. She replied in a brisk tone:

"I went down the mountain early in the morning and still carried a sword. I must have gone to kill the dog thief in the North Dynasty."

"Is that a fight?"

Chen Qiu whispered, causing Qingqing to look up at him.

Chen Qiu didn't notice this look. He stood up and looked back at the houses behind him.

They are all thatched huts, with walls cast by yellow mud and wooden boards used as doors.

Five houses are lined up, and the one Chen Qiu passes in should be a place for miscellaneous items. Now all miscellaneous items are piled at the door.

I don’t know what to put in the one Qingqing stayed in, but the last one should be Shan Gui’s own.

On the far left house, there are air-dried meat and two large coarse porcelain water tanks, which is the kitchen.

The house on the far right is in the back row and is far away from the housing.

It should be the toilet.

Chen Qiu also noticed that on this gentle hillside, there were several acres of land in front of the house, protected by interlaced fences, and there were crops like wheat and some vegetables.

He couldn't recognize it completely, but he knew at least eggplant and cucumber.

Although this mountain ghost lives alone in the mountains, judging from the house and fields, he should behave in a good manner, not like a savage.

Chen Qiu nodded slightly.

It’s good to have rules. You can build houses, farm, and know how to cook and wash clothes. This proves that the mountain ghost has normal living habits and can communicate.

You can also ask for help or even become friends.

If he is really a savage who disobeys etiquette, Chen Qiu will have to worry.

"You begged the mountain ghost to save me?"

Chen Qiu withdrew his gaze, he thought for a moment, and said to the happy junior sister who was playing with copper coins:

"Is it also the one who asked the mountain ghost to bring me here?"

"It was the mountain ghost who saved me."

Qingqing answered truthfully: "It was also him who took the initiative to bring us here. Shan Gui is a good person. Although he is just like a mute, he doesn't like talking. Oh, by the way, senior brother, Shan Gui has a name."

The little sister shattered her head, and she whispered mysteriously as if she was talking about a secret:

"He said his name is Gongsun Yu."

"Yeah?"

Chen Qiu nodded, which once again confirmed his speculation that the mountain ghost had a surname and a name, should not have been born in the mountains, but something must have happened, allowing him to maintain such an introverted life.

But now that the mountain ghost has gone down the mountain, Chen Qiu has no way to ask.

From the cave before, we can see that the mountain ghosts have more than one residence in the mountains.

He has been chasing people from the Northern Dynasties all over the Taihang Mountains for many years, and even formed the legend of mountain ghosts nearby. His actions are like hunters and guerrilla warfare.

It is common for such people to lie dormant in the mountains for more than ten days.

Chen Qiu temporarily gave up his plan to "make friends" with the mountain ghost. He looked at Qingqing who was playing with copper coins, and thought of Qingqing's decent posture when he was doing boxing just now, and asked again:

"Qingqing, do you know martial arts?"

"Of course, don't you?"

Qingqing stood up and looked at Chen Qiu with a strange look.

She put the copper plate in her pocket, rubbed her belly, and said to Chen Qiu:

"The master taught us how to practice martial arts, but I am weak."

Qingqing said a little unwillingly:

"Master said, unless I have an adventure and can learn high-quality martial arts with profound skills and use skills to make up for my lack of strength, I will not be able to understand the path of martial arts."

"As for you."

Qingqing looked at Chen Qiu, and she laughed and said:

"Master said that you are born dull, have poor muscles and bones, and are stupid. You are almost like a middle-aged man. Sister Yaoqin also said that you have a lot of prospects when you become an official in literature than practicing martial arts."

"Senior brother, you can cook some food."

After the junior sister finished speaking, she rubbed her stomach again and said to Chen Qiu:

"There is rice and grain in the Shangui's kitchen, but I can't cook."

"All right."

Chen Qiu heard Qingqing say that he was indeed a little hungry.

He followed Qingqing to the kitchen, which was black inside, but fortunately, there were pots, pans, firewood, rice, oil and salt.

There is also a stove built with yellow mud.

It should have been made by the mountain ghost himself.

He rolled up his sleeves, sent Qingqing to pick a few cucumbers and vegetables, and started washing rice and cooking by himself.

These crude benzene kitchenware are a bit inappropriate, but it's the case when you get used to it.

Chen Qiu bought a plate of cucumbers. Without chili, he could only season with vinegar and oil and salt. He also took some air-dried meat and made a platter. He put the washed rice on the stove and steamed it.

Qingqing obediently took a small stool and sat next to the stove to make a fire for her senior brother.

Chen Qiu grabbed the kitchen knife of coarse benzene and cut a piece of air-dried jerky hard.

Qingqing just now reminded him that indeed, this body itself is skilled in martial arts, and there seem to be fragments of memory of practicing martial arts in those scattered memories.

It just needs Chen Qiu to review it again, and this process must be described.

It's like the computer that remade the system for some "special reasons" and retrieved those "cartoons" from other disks.

But if you don't look at it, it's amazing.

Chen Qiu found that the memories in his mind not only had the martial arts taught by his master, but were actually a method of axe.

In addition to Axe martial arts, there is also a set of internal skills and mental methods.

The name is a bit strange, it is called Jianghu Xinfa.

However, there are many nouns in the records of the mind method that Chen Qiu didn’t understand very well. He knew the acupoints, and he had learned them in traditional Chinese medicine class.

"Qingqing, do you have internal strength, too?"

Chen Qiu asked without looking back while cutting vegetables.

Qingqing, who was playing with coins while burning fire, replied casually:

"Of course, it's what the master taught me. Why do my senior brother always ask these strange questions?"

Chen Qiu's actions of cutting vegetables stopped, he said:

"I hit my head when I fell off the cliff. I can't remember some things. Didn't I tell you before? Qingqing, you said, who thought of the internal strength in this world?"

"It's an immortal!"

Qingqing raised her head and said enthusiastically:

"I heard from Master that over the past thousand years, since the Dharma-Ending Age, and the practice has become increasingly difficult, there have been figures from the immortals who have improved the breathing skills of immortals and adopted martial arts to break through the shackles."

"All the secrets of the mind that are circulating in the world are derived from this."

"ah?"

Chen Qiu turned around in surprise and looked at Qingqing, and said:

"Are there really cultivators here?"

"If someone is not called a cultivator, he is a person from the Immortal Sect."

Qingqing corrected her senior brother's statement, and then looked at the rice cooking in the pot. Chen Qiu didn't argue with her, and chatted with her junior sister without saying a word.

In the name of amnesia, I finally found out some information I should know.

After one stick of incense, the rice was ready. Qingqing held a large thick porcelain bowl and ate the hot rice happily, but Chen Qiu was not in a hurry.

He picked up a firewood chopping axe from the wooden pier in front of the kitchen and played with it in his hand.

In that dream, Chabao's ghost was still undispersed, so I had to become familiar with martial arts. Fortunately, I taught him a lesson in the dream. Even if I couldn't beat it, I could resist one or two and suffer less, that would be fine.

Chen Qiu waved the firewood-spinning axe in his hand, and he sighed and said softly:

"Master, using this Qimen weapon, you are destined to be a hero of the generation. This is too fashionable. Even Chabao's fingering is much cooler than you."

"And you don't know how to name a few."

"The Eighteen Styles of Black Wind Axe... This magical name is really a pity you can always think of."

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Late at night, at the foot of Taihang Mountain.

The ghost of the mountain of life emerged from the night and quietly walked into the small camp of the Northern Dynasties. In less than a stick of incense, he walked out with a bag on his back.

There were fresh blood dripping on the black iron sword in my hand.

Behind him, there was no more noise in the small camp.

The mountain ghost was wearing a mask, but there was also a hint of confusion on his cheek under the mask.

In the past, if these Northern Dynasties dog thieves were killed once by him, they would retreat from Taihang Mountain in a panic.

But this time it was very strange.

Since last night, there have been 15 or 16 North Korean dog thieves who died under his sword.

But not only did they not retreat, they meant to gather accomplices.

Thinking of this, the mountain ghost couldn't help but look up at a place in the mountain. There was a hint of doubt and exploration in his eyes under the mask.

What exactly is there in the hands of the two brothers and sisters who were rescued by him that deserve such a big fight among these Northern Dynasties dog thieves?

Mountain ghosts are not troublesome people.

Since you have saved people, it is meaningless to think about these things again.

What's more, the current situation is not a bad thing for him. In the past, hunting dog thieves in the Northern Dynasty had to cross mountains and ridges.

Now, he just needs to wait outside Taihang to wait for the rabbit.

It's coming!

Under the mask, Gongsun Yu showed a grim smile.

He used his legs and jumped onto the branches lightly, walking through the forest like a ghost. His posture was like a ghost of Taixing.

Good come!

The more you come, the better!

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the night owls fly.

Tonight is a good time to start killing...

Before going to sleep, go hunting a few more dog thieves.

Seeing their blood flowing, I guess I will sleep soundly tonight.

I just don’t know what happened to the senior brother and sister now?

This is really troublesome to save people.

The mountain ghost hidden in the darkness frowned under the mask. He thought to himself, how easy it is to kill someone?
Chapter completed!