Chapter 18 Ingenious Jian Baisan

Author: Unlucky Caffeine

Chapter 18 Ingenious Jian Baisan

Luo Xiaoyu finally managed to hold on until the end, and took Jian Baisan to the back mountain as planned.

After that night, Jian Baisan never set foot in the back mountain again. When he brought him in, he stopped talking and was obviously a little nervous.

Luo Xiaoyu walked for only half a moment before he stopped. In front of him was a tree that was not too thick, at most only as thick as an average person's thigh.

Luo Xiaoyu said: "You ordered those carpentry tools, you must know carpentry?"

Jian Baisan said: "Yes."

Luo Xiaoyu smiled and said: "I will give you this tree first. You are not allowed to use a knife, and there is no saw for you. If you want to chop down the tree, you can only rely on the spiritual power in your hands."

When Jian Baisan heard this, he forced out a thunder ball from his fingertips that was better than the previous day, but still weaker and smaller. It dissipated after a while. Jian Baisan even suspected that this thing could penetrate the thousand-year-old book.

The words are laborious, let alone the trees.

If Luo Xiaoyu knew what was going on in Jian Baisan's mind, he would definitely give her a slap on the back of the head.

It's a pity that he doesn't know.

Luo Xiaoyu said: "I think you have also felt it. If the spiritual power is consumed and then replenished, it will be beneficial to cultivation. Your spiritual root attributes are quite strange. When you can release the thunder ball, it will be beneficial to the disciples in the Qi refining period.

, you can also be a killer."

Jian Baisan asked strangely: "By then, won't I have my own spiritual beast? Why do I need to kill so many?"

Luo Xiaoyu paused for a moment, with a calm expression on his face, and said with a smile: "Someone actually thinks it's too much to kill?"

Jian Baisan was sincere, nodded, and started practicing without saying a word.

A ball of purple light blasted away, and the tree felt as if it had been gently pushed, without even a single leaf falling off.

Jian Baisan paused for a few breaths, summoned his spiritual power, and struck again.

Luo Xiaoyu watched for a moment, then rode the fish and slowly returned to the yard.

Dahuang was getting older, and the back mountain was far away after all, so he didn't follow him. At this time, he was lying down under the stone table and taking a nap.

When Luo Xiaoyu heard that Luo Xiaoyu was coming, he only shook his ears. Luo Xiaoyu picked up Dahuang and touched his head, but he didn't react much and didn't even look back.

Could this be a dog following its owner?

After hugging it for a while, Luo Xiaoyu hesitated several times, and finally gritted his teeth, took out a green talisman from his arms, and put it on its forehead.

After the green talisman slowly melted under a stream of water-colored spiritual power, Dahuang howled softly, blinked his eyes, and a green light flashed past.

Dahuang kept rubbing his eyes with his paws, as if he felt uncomfortable and didn't know why.

Luo Xiaoyu waited patiently until it finally stopped rubbing it, and took out a large piece of meat from the storage ring. He touched it comfortingly and handed it to it: "Good dog, eat it."

And next to the tree in the back mountain, the girl who knew nothing about anything endured the discomfort of excessive consumption of her Dantian, and formed thunderballs in her hands again and again, hitting the tree.

Although the tree was only swaying slightly, the shaking was obviously larger than at the beginning.

From that day on, Jian Baisan practiced with Luo Xiaoyu day after day - practicing swordsmanship in the morning, practicing calligraphy at noon, practicing spiritual power in the afternoon, and meditating in the evening, without a day off.

So, another two and a half months passed.

Autumn has entered Yuanzhou in the early morning. In the early morning, the fog curtains are curled with frost and the sleeping clouds are shrill. When the ray of melting sunlight passes through the peaks among the clouds and shines into Xiaoyu Peak, it only reflects the bright blue and purple grass and trees all over the mountain.

Strange, like a dream.

In the small courtyard at the top of the mountain, there was only a young man who looked to be no more than 16 or 17 years old, sitting at the stone table. He had a slightly larger green robe draped over his shoulders, his posture was leisurely, and he was slowly sipping from a small teacup in his hand.

Drink.

At his feet were an empty birdcage, a wooden crutch, and an old dog.

However, his eyes were fixed on the people in the open space in front of him.

It's a girl.

The girl had a single bun high on her head and held it in place with a wooden branch. She wore a black shorts, her wrists were tied with bandages on her hands, and she carried two swords at her waist. When she looked at her face, she saw that her eyes were as bright as stars.

Refining the temperament.

A human figure made of water was gently pushed by the right fin of a black carp, and it ran towards her like a real person.

After hearing two "clang" sounds, the girl quickly put her hands on her waist and unsheathed her two swords.

As if she had practiced it thousands of times, she carried her belt on her back, shoulder straps on her shoulders, and hands on her shoulders. She slashed with a knife from the right. Then the girl's legs sank and slashed with a knife from the left.

The strange thing was that the sword was two feet four inches long. When she sheathed the sword, the water man was still two feet four inches away from her.

But in an instant, a one-inch gash suddenly opened on the waterman's neck and waist.

With a "pop" sound, the water man stopped, and his figure dispersed, splashing on the ground.

Look at the girl again, her body is clean without a drop of water stain.

This girl is none other than Jian Baisan.

After more than two months, I have developed an inch of sword energy in the first move of "Green Leopard".

Luo Xiaoyu smiled and said: "Although it is only an inch, the sword energy can be retracted, deployed, and rotated freely. It is already in its infancy."

In the afternoon, Jian Baisan carried back another piece of wood. At this moment, her door had two whole pieces of wood, but one end of the wood seemed to have been chopped into pieces by something, which didn't look good.

Luo Xiaoyu waited at the entrance of the courtyard and handed the carpentry tools he had retrieved from the storage ring to Jian Baisan: "I don't know what you want to do, but if you want to make a chest or bed, I'm afraid these pieces of wood will be

not enough."

Jian Baisan didn't say anything, just shook his head in a tight-lipped manner.

"There are only ten days left. During the day, you will go to the disciple hall to listen to the elders' teachings and cultivate spiritual beasts. At night, according to the rules, you need to live with your fellow disciples. If you want to return to Xiaoyu Peak, you will have to wait until you learn to wield a sword.

Let’s talk about flying, or flying spiritual beasts, and flying magic weapons. In these three months, master asked me to take care of you temporarily,” Luo Xiaoyu said with a smile, “Xiaoyu Peak is too high, and no one has ever climbed up from the bottom of the mountain.

Walk up in a good manner. This mountain peak is steep and there is no road. You can't even think of walking up with your own feet."

Jian Baisan seemed to have been disillusioned, and felt a little depressed.

Luo Xiaoyu looked at her face and said: "However, since you have just begun to practice, I won't hold you back. In the next few days, you can have a good rest and play for a few days. Practice swordsmanship and calligraphy for half an hour a day.

, there’s no need to go to the back mountain.”

When Jian Baisan heard "Practice calligraphy for half an hour", his face didn't change and his eyes lit up.

Luo Xiaoyu hit her on the head angrily: "Don't forget the ink mark on your hand!"

Jian Baisan scratched his head, smiled at him, and ran away.

Then on the first day, Luo Xiaoyu only saw Jian Baisan sitting at the door, whittling wood with a knife, but the next day he couldn't even leave the door, and could only hear the tinkling in her room, which made him want to drink tea and read a book.

All gone.

How come you have such a hobby when you don’t have a good copycat?

During dinner that night, Jian Baisan put down the bowl and chopsticks and suddenly said: "Brother, I want to give you something."

So were you giving him a parting gift these past two days?

Luo Xiaoyu was moved and looking forward to it. He couldn't help but guess: Is it a wood carving? A wooden teapot and a bowl? Or a wooden hairpin?

Jian Baisan waved his hand on the little snake ring and took out a pair of crutches.

Luo Xiaoyu was dumbfounded.

Jian Baisan looked at him seriously and said: "After eating before, I saw that the bottom of senior brother's wooden cane was somewhat rotten. The wood was average to the touch, and the mortise and tenon joints were too rough. They also used soil glue, and the handle was really unstable. I

Afraid of danger."

"So, I gave my senior brother a new pair of crutches."

Luo Xiaoyu took it, picked it up and took a closer look. He saw that these crutches were made of materials and looked strong.

The exposed part of the crook was polished by her with a plane until it was round and smooth, without a single wooden thorn. The joints were tightly sealed, and the parts that were in contact with the armpits, palms, and the ground were tightly entangled with torn strips of cloth.

Looking carefully at the moonlight, she used a knife to carve a simple drawing of a small steel cannon in the hidden place. Because the wood was split with her thunderous power, part of the wood was glowing with a faint purple-black color, which looked quite strange and beautiful.

.

Luo Xiaoyu felt quite dumbfounded.

He usually travels on a small steel cannon and has not gone down the mountain for many years. The crutch was bought casually for emergencies. Recently, it was just a small steel cannon to assist Jian Baisan in training, which consumed a lot of money, so he only used the crutch every day.

After she leaves, he won't use it anymore.

But he never thought that Jian Baisan would observe so carefully and give him a new pair of crutches with his own hands.

What's more, he is a foundation-building monk. Even if the crutch is really broken, it cannot be called "dangerous".

However, after the crane flew away, it had been a long time since he had been treated so seriously.

Luo Xiaoyu's eyes were slightly red, and he solemnly said to Jian Baisan: "Thank you, junior sister, I like it very much."

Jian Baisan smiled happily at him.
Chapter completed!