Qingqing sat on a lame chair and at her feet, she drew two strange characters with bamboo branches.

Opposite her, Shan Gui sat cross-legged on the ground, and he also brought the ghost noodles. This thing was exquisitely made and would not affect the mountain ghost's speech and drinking water at all, and would not even be affected by eating.

Qingqing pointed at the two characters with a bamboo stick. She elongated her voice and said to Brother Shangui:

"A man?"

"Great man..."

The evil ghost in the mountain who was killed without blood seemed at a loss now.

He sang syllables in his mind for a long time before he raised his head, looked at Qingqing, and said with some trepidation:

"male?"

"Yes, dude! Gongsun Yu's dude!"

Qingqing was very happy. She waved the bamboo stick, wrote the three words Gongsun Yu on the ground, pointed to the first word, and said to Brother Shangui:

"This is the first word of your name. You must remember it. It is written like this, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, are you remembering it?"

The mountain ghost stared at the words on the ground.

After a moment, he nodded.

"Then you write."

Qingqing handed the bamboo stick to the mountain ghost, and Gongsun Yu's hand that would never tremble when holding the sword was shaking slightly twice at this moment.

He was like a little clumsy when he was a beginner in swordsmanship, but he still wrote seriously.

"One stroke, one stroke, one hook..."

The mountain ghost has finished writing.

How can I say that word is better than a dog crawling.

He looked at the words written by Qingqing on the ground very beautifully, and then looked at what he wrote, and then lowered his head embarrassedly.

This made Qingqing laugh happily.

But she did not forget her duties. She wiped the characters on the ground with her feet and began to describe the complete writing of the three words Gongsun Yu to Brother Shangui.

This name is also very interesting.

The three words range from simple to difficult.

Especially the word "心" is of complexity, which is like a ghost painting talisman in the eyes of the mountain ghost.

He didn't know why his parents who died early had to give him such a difficult name.

Shen Qiu secretly hid in his room and looked out through the crack in the door.

Qingqing and Shan Gui had a very smooth communication, and she had to find something for the girl to avoid her being crazy.

These days, I have been using the "innocent disease" of amnesia to make excuses, and the girl is already a little suspicious.

He really couldn't explain to the ancients about time travel.

It's still a more mysterious and fantastic soul piercing.

Once Qingqing thought he was possessed by a ghost, the current good relationship between the two men would be ruined.

"That girl is really smart."

Shen Qiu returned to the table and continued to use carbon wood strips to write the pinyin for Shan Gui's "treasure", although Shan Gui provided him with pen and ink.

But he couldn't use a brush.

He taught Qingqing's pinyin tone and vocal chords, and the girl learned it completely in just 3 days. This is because Qingqing himself recognizes words and learns it naturally quickly.

But Shan Gui had no foundation, and it had been two days since then. He only roughly remembered the pronunciation of the 26 letters and the pronunciation method of the pinyin.

According to this progress, the mountain ghost needs to recognize 200 words, and one month is not enough.

However, the advantage of pinyin is that as long as the mountain ghost gets started, he can complete the remaining learning by himself.

Just mark all the books and characters in Shan Gui’s hands with the correct pinyin and syllables.

This method is not perfect.

It is very likely that in the end, Shan Gui really recognized many words, but he only knew the pronunciation and writing method, but he did not know the meaning.

But there is nothing we can do about this. In the future, we can only wait until we come out of the mountain to find some children's reading materials, and then send them back to the mountain ghost Gongsun Yu.

"This step is basically completed."

Chen Qiu quickly finished a book and picked up another book.

He said to himself:

"The progress of the guide mountain ghost...10%? Well, looking at his current enthusiasm, maybe it's 30%? But if you want him to escort Qingqing and me back to Suzhou, you have to have a favorable impression of at least more than 80%, right?"

"Oh, the third dimension is too difficult, it's better to have the second dimension."

Chen Qiu sighed.

He also thought Shan Gui was quite interesting.

I was obviously very interested, but I had to pretend to be calm.

Although he never took off his mask, according to Chen Qiu's guess, Shan Gui should also be a young man.

It shouldn't be over 25 years old.

Moreover, living alone in the mountains and not communicating with others makes him seem a little simple.

But this simple man killed the Northern Dynasties, but he was as fierce as a ghost from hell. This really made people wonder what happened to Gongsun Yu?

"But at least I won't be driven away."

Chen Qiu let out a long sigh. He carried the axe out, without disturbing Qingqing and Shan Gui's study, walked to the hillside behind the house, which was more than ten feet away from the two.

He was moving his muscles and prepared to practice the axe technique that was left behind by Lu Buru.

These nights, Cha Bao's unjust soul still didn't plan to let him go. Every night, Chen Qiu had to have more than a dozen games with the fierce uncle.

This kind of high-frequency battle is like Cha Bao is really a good teacher who cares about his juniors. He teaches by example and deeds and tries his best to guide Chen Qiu's martial arts.

Under the pressure of death, Chen Qiu made rapid progress, and even faintly felt some hidden force techniques of this axe technique.

But if you want to win, there is still no hope.

Cha Bao encountered a mountain ghost, and although he was confused, he was a famous master in the world after all.

According to Qingqing, the Jianghu list produced by the mysterious power Hidden Tower only records 108 masters.

The sky list is 12, the earth list is 24, and the people list is 72.

Although Qingqing also felt that there must be many masters who are remote and do not compete for fame and fortune and are unwilling to be on the list, such as those in the court, or sects of the secular cultivation, and the Taihang Mountain ghost in front of him.

It is difficult to understand Gongsun Yu's strength to be seriously injured so easily. The ground list may be a little short, but there must be the top of the people list.

And how many people are there in the world?

There were nearly ten million people in the Southern Dynasty. Even if there were only one person in the 10,000 people, there were nearly one person in the martial arts world.

Not to mention the Northern Dynasties with a similar size, it is said that there are some nomadic tribes on the grassland. Among so many people, 108 masters were selected, even if Chabao ranked only 65 in the human list, it was the last place.

But there is no need to say much about the value of his martial arts.

If this is an RPG martial arts game, then Feng Lei Zhi Cha Bao is the first boss Chen Qiu encountered.

It's not even a small boss, but a fierce boss.

After being abused for so many days, Chen Qiu has deeply realized the gap in strength between himself and Cha Bao.

Now, even if he holds magic weapons, he cannot be Chabao's opponent at all.

Not only does he need to practice, but he also needs to truly experience the battle and cultivate the domineering aura of the people in the martial arts world.

There is no blood murderous aura on his body, and he cannot use the eighteen black wind axe styles left by Lu Buji.

You can't just run away, please ask the mountain ghost to teach him sword skills?

This is the most taboo thing in the world.

Maybe he would also anger the mountain ghost with a secret in his heart and drive him and Qingqing out.

"This won't work!"

Chen Qiu finished playing a set of axe skills and didn’t feel anything on weekdays, but the more he practiced today, the more irritated he felt.

He has reached a bottleneck in his understanding of the theory of this axe technique. If he continues to practice, he will never make a sudden breakthrough.

He needs to find another way.

Although the strange dream that lasted for many days would not affect physical rest, it was under great mental pressure on Chen Qiu.

His injuries have healed, but he is quite exhausted.

It was like a spring that had been pressed, or like a real unjust soul seeking his life. He had even developed fear and disgust for sleeping, and stayed up late every day before going to rest.

But once you close your eyes, you will fight Chabao to the death.
To be continued...