Chapter 313 Teacher An

When the little flames burning in the forest were extinguished, the ground was filled with the corpses of demons, most of which were incomplete.

The eyes of everyone present were full of disbelief.

The Kunlun disciple looked at Anyang, and then looked down at the silver-white single-soldier energy cannon in his hand that was full of bizarre science fiction. He seemed to think of the black and ferocious heavy machine gun that could spew out long flames. The instruments tested are really endless, and each one has such a powerful power, which is simply shocking.

Anyang put away the energy cannon, did not say much, and sat down beside the fire lightly, as if he had only done a very simple thing.

Indeed, for the Master who can easily start a huge war in the apocalyptic world, Parlance, this matter is really simple.

Especially in the apocalyptic world, although Parrance's war is full of the iron and power of technology, in most cases it is just a war between mechas and machines, and there are not many lives lost. When the rules of war are in place, the real life is ruined. I don’t know how many survivors who have suffered from the cataclysm and are extremely unfortunate but extremely lucky died under his orders.

In this way, he killed hundreds of demons, nothing more.

Only then did the Kunlun disciples want to understand how his Taoism was used to obliterate the Six Foul Monsters, so he could not help but bow his hands to him with respect, then quietly retreated a hundred meters away and set up camp to rest on the spot.

Anyang glanced at them, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes with his back to the carriage.

Not long after, he vaguely felt a shadow standing in front of him, and he seemed to bend down, just to observe him closely, the familiar faint body fragrance was very seductive, like a natural aphrodisiac incense, and the breath The faint frequencies are also so familiar.

Anyang didn't open his eyes. He didn't have to think about it to know that the one who could do such a thing must be a rabbit spirit.

I don't know what Rabbit Spirit is looking at or thinking, but after watching it for a long time, she withdrew her gaze, straightened up, and sat down beside him. This exquisite body is full of softness and warmth, while squeezing him. He also leaned on him, moved his ears a little, and fell asleep quietly.

the next day.

Wang Tianyu only said goodbye to them and left with his carriage without even having breakfast.

The Kunlun disciples were holding a large pot with noodles that they found from somewhere, steaming hot, but they didn’t seem to have prepared a lot of seasonings, just a little salt at most. Anyang with a small kitchen is naturally incomparable.

Xiaochan woke up before dawn, took the venison prepared yesterday and boiled a large pot of broth, which belongs to the kind of overcooked meat, and squeezed the rest of the meat with starch. The pot meatballs are fragrant without too many seasonings. After all, there is a cheat called chicken essence, and the venison itself is also very fresh. A little ginger slices are used to suppress the smell of mutton, and a little spice is a delicacy in the world.

Xiaochan is not good at cooking, at most is the physical work of cooking soup and roasting meat, but she can't stand her cleverness. After seeing Anyang do it once, she can learn it, and the next time she can make it intact, even pepper. Remember the ingredients for seasonings such as powder and salt.

In order to protect her from Anyang and teach her spells, she has taken great pains, not to mention her own cautious personality, at least she did her best when it comes to carrying the little girl.

She just doesn't know whether she regards this labor as a reward, an exchange, or something else in her heart.

Rabbit Spirit also came back, holding a handful of cloverleaf and dandelion in her hands, which had already torn off the rhizomes and washed them clean. She stood in front of the carriage, watching them drink the broth in the pot and eat meatballs , while raising your sleeves, carefully wipe the water droplets on the grass in your hands.

When there was no more water droplets on the grass, she put it back in the carriage and left it for tomorrow to eat. She took out the dandelion prepared yesterday and started to nibble.

Although she still stays on the hobby of rabbits in terms of eating, and does not get closer to people, our rabbit spirit is still very particular.

As a female rabbit, how can you not prepare food delicately?

After Huang Lan killed most of the pot of broth and meatballs by himself, the group finally ended the breakfast and started to ride in the carriage towards Kunlun Mountain.

Without Wang Tianyu, the four of them had only one carriage left. Apart from Xiao Chan, who was used to sitting outside the carriage, this little carriage had to sit three people. Fortunately, both of them were women. Although Huang Lan was tall and tall, But it is definitely not related to being strong or fat. It belongs to the type of lordosis-backward explosive bodybuilding. Rabbit essence does not occupy a wide position, so it is not crowded.

This is just right. Huang Lan often came to Anyang to ask for spells, but now it is more convenient.

It's just that the rabbit spirit is very afraid of Huang Lan's aura. After all, a ferocious tiger spirit is obviously more of a threat to her than a little fox spirit that doesn't seem to grow up, so she naturally regards Anyang as her only support. , Anyway, Anyang did not protect her once or twice. At this time, he was just leaning on him more tightly and sticking to him.

Huang Lan's eyes were ambiguous, but she did not break it, but started her questioning journey.

"Fellow Daoist Anyang, do you know how the water-forbidding technique works?"

"This one can be used, but if you want me to say it, I have to wait for me to sort out my thoughts."

"Friend Anyang is really smart, and the little girl admires it very much."

"You've won the prize. Thankfully, I've been familiar with the art of forbidding water recently. It can be said that I understand it. If I hadn't left Kunlun Mountain, I could only use it at most. If you ask me, I'll say no. come out."

"The Daoist Anyang is humble, this technique of forbidding water is inherently complicated, and the lecturer from Kunlun Mountain also taught it for a whole day, and it is not detailed. Many of my companions and I can't use it or understand it. I didn't even write it down, but fellow Daoist Anyang can use it after hearing it once, if it wasn't for a solid foundation, then this talent would be appalling."

"..."

Anyang sorted his thoughts silently, and Huang Lan looked at him expectantly.

The car was quiet for a while.

Rabbit Jing looked left and right, and seemed to sense a threat from Huang Lan's eyes. Although he was a little frightened, he immediately hugged Anyang's arm tightly, as if declaring his sovereignty.

Huang Lan smiled lightly, ignoring this silly little guy.

Suddenly, Anyang opened his eyes, just in time to meet Huang Lan's expectant gaze.

He froze for a moment and touched his nose.

"Did you learn this technique of water prohibition in order to dive into the bottom of the water to catch fish to eat?"

This time, Huang Lan was stunned. She stiffly put away the look in her eyes, and her face gradually darkened.

"I don't know if other tigers like to eat fish, but I don't like it very much."

This guy, is he treating himself as a cat!

"Oh……"

Anyang nodded, but he was a little puzzled.

Isn't a tiger a cat, why doesn't it like to eat fish?

Well, it seems that in the animal world I saw before, tigers didn't eat fish very much. It seems that it is because it is hard to catch, and the fish is too small and not enough to eat, but bears have an obsession with fish.

afternoon.

Anyang has sorted out a comprehensive popularization tutorial on the technique of water prohibition through the analysis and calculation of the biological auxiliary chip and his own understanding, and began to explain it to Huang Lan in detail, and tried his best to slow down his speech speed to make his words more clear, because He knew that Xiao Chan, who was driving the car outside the carriage, must also be listening. Even if she couldn't use such spells at all, she would stubbornly write down this spell with her temperament.

"The art of water prohibition should theoretically belong to the category of Shinto spells, not substantive spells, because it does not use mana to construct components with water avoidance functions, nor does it simulate the organs of fish. It uses a mysterious The power to block water pressure, draw oxygen for us in deep water, and not get trapped by water."

"So when using this spell, we'd better prefer the usage of Shinto spells, which is conducive to the initial practice. I have already told you the specific usage habits ten days ago, and I will not add it now. Well, originally this spell was troublesome to talk about."

"The so-called Shinto spells focus more on incantations, fingerprints, and the state and state of mind when casting spells. The output structure and method of mana are not as demanding as real spells, but you are monsters, and you need to focus on practicing in terms of state of mind. I'll wait. I will tell you some monastic scriptures, which can help you to calm down and pursue piety.”

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Huang Lan in the car was very serious, asking two questions from time to time, and Xiao Chan outside the car also listened quietly and memorized it silently.

They have become accustomed to the new nouns constantly pouring out of Anyang's mouth, and understand the meaning of these nouns. At most, they are only novel, but they will not understand them. This can be regarded as the tacit understanding that they have cultivated through spell teaching and listening for so long. If someone else listens to it, they must be confused by many words.

For example, Rabbit Spirit, she couldn't understand anything, she just looked around, sometimes staring at Anyang, sometimes staring at other places in a daze.

Anyang will also talk about it in detail. After all, Huang Lan is okay, and he will ask any questions. The little Chan outside must not have the courage to ask him, so he can only try his best to cover everything, so as not to give it to others. The little girl left her doubts, which is considered to be well-intentioned.

By the way, I had an addiction to being a teacher.

Kunlun Mountain's outer hall has been very vague in teaching the Fa. It is not a genius who basically can't understand it. Many places are ambiguous. It must be tested continuously to get the results. It will take at least two or three days for the monster to understand this spell.

Huang Lan's cultivation is higher and should be able to do it earlier, while Xiaochan is smarter and should understand faster than the stupid Huang Lan.

Every time at this time, it is the time when Anyang gets his adoring attention, whether it is Huang Lan, who is irritable, cold-blooded and carefree, or Xiaochan, who is shy and cautious in everything he does. If nothing else, the classification of spells cannot be imagined by those with profound and original insights.

After talking for a while, Anyang felt his mouth dry, so he could not help but stop to take a sip of water, and take a rest by the way, leaving a space for the tigress and the little fox to think.

Xiaochan sat on the wooden frame in front of the carriage, her legs swaying with the bumps, thinking and waving her whip.

The speed of the horse is getting faster and faster, almost trotting forward, driving the bells to tinkle.

Drive all the way to Kunlun Mountain.

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