Zhang Silang gritted his teeth and went to the bedroom to take out a heavy book and handed it to the monster: "This book "Xiezi" includes almost all the texts in this life and still has annotations. If the king can understand it, there will be no more difficult words in the text in the future!"

Lu Bao was overjoyed and asked Wang Liu to continue teaching this book "Xiezi".

Unfortunately, there are too many words in this book that are rarely used, and the annotations are not easy to understand. They are used for scholars with more profound knowledge. Wang Liu is just a farmer in the mountains. When he was young, he received some teachings and did not become a white diary, which was convenient for monks to choose Taoist children. He did not recognize them all, but he abandoned his studies after failing to choose Taoist children. He had to frequently ask Zhang Silang for help.

Mei Gu watched it in the middle of the night. The monster was still calm. The old father couldn't bear the smell of smoke, so he stepped forward to replace Wang Liu.

Of course, the professor's daughter is far more literate than Wang Liu. She basically knows the remote words in "Xiezi" and can explain them clearly.

Time is limited and the opportunity is rare. Lu Bao studied hard in the smoke. Unfortunately, it was a bit difficult to remember all the words on it. Before he knew it, it was dawn and he had only learned about ten pages of thick books.

Wang Dadao plucked up his courage and reminded him: "King, it's almost dawn, and people in the mountains get up early!"

Although he is not afraid of ordinary people at all, it is not good to have another accident. Lu Bao reluctantly closed the book and said to Zhang Silang: "I'm leaving now! Mr. Zhang, how about giving these two books to me?"

After teaching for a while, Mei Gu slowly let go of her nervousness. When she heard the monster speak to take the book, she felt pain again: "Books are much more expensive than lamp oil, and they are just enlightened. The monks will give it again. The book "Xiezi" is more valuable than my house!"

I had long seen that the texts on both books were hand-written, and Lu Bao thought to himself: "What a precious thing? If I traveled to the human side and made a printing technique, wouldn't it be simple to make thousands of copies?"

But after Mei Gu finished speaking, she saw that Zhang Silang looked so painful that she looked so sad that she should be a valuable item in his family. Lu Bao didn't want to take it, so she asked Wang Liu to go out and let the monsters go out and bump into the early villagers.

All the purple gold potatoes in the bag were eaten, and only the two deer antlers I had raised recently were left to exchange for them before they were cut. When only father and daughter were left in the house, Lu Bao cut off the deer antler. After his body was weak, he handed it to Zhang Silang: "This deer antler is a spiritual medicine. It is my schoolwork. It will be sold to your lamp oil and book money, or you can practice it yourself!"

In this world where there are no shortage of monsters and immortals, Zhang Silang and Uncle Mei and his daughter had known that the spiritual medicine was precious. When they heard that the deer antler he took out was a spiritual medicine, they were both surprised and happy, and they had to doubt whether it was true or false.

However, if you doubt it, you dare not say it in front of the monster. Regardless of whether it is true or false, Zhang Silang hurriedly asked his daughter to hide the deer antler into the inner room. He nodded and agreed to the transaction, and watched with his own eyes the precious "Xiezi" was taken into his mouth by the monster.

Then the deer demon went out and greeted Wang Liu in the wind. He sneaked to the wall near the firewood wall. When the hut blocked the three people's view, he escaped from the village.

He left Pojiao Village excitedly and climbed to the forest halfway up the mountain. Lu Bao hesitated again: "I have learned the body tempering method, but it is rare to come to the human village once. It will attract the attention of monks from now on. I don't know if I have to learn the characters in the future, but there is still a chance. Although there are annotations in this book "Xiezi", the annotations are obscure and difficult to understand, and some people teach them to come conveniently!"

He hesitated and hid in the dense forest. He made up his mind to stare at the village during the day. If there were outsiders coming, he would turn back to Jingping Mountain. If there were no outsiders entering Pojiao Village, he would go to find Zhang Silang and his daughter to study overnight. He would take out his deer antler and leave for one night.

To prevent outsiders from entering Pojiao Village, there is no need to just stare at the distance. He can just glance at it occasionally. He doesn't feel tired, and he takes out the Enlightenment Book and the Book of Jiezi. He reviewed what he learned last night and remembered too much. It's just that the Enlightenment Book is just a few remote words in Jiezi. He has forgotten the new contents in the following, and he can't understand some annotations, and he has no pinyin and no pronunciation.

The deer demon kept his trust and did not hurt anyone. He left at dawn. Wang Liu and Zhang Silang and his daughter were relieved. The three of them in Pojiao Village got back together.

Wang Liu first apologized to Zhang Silang and his daughter, and then said to the father and daughter: "The rules in the village have been for so many years. Any trace of monsters must be reported to the monks. The psychic paper and pen hidden in my doorman are now used. Your father and daughter will report it with me!"

This is for the safety of the whole village. It cannot be concealed by the monster before it hurts. It should be followed by the monks and men, and Zhang Silang and Mei Gu are both right and follow Wang Liu to the Chaiqiang Gate.

When every human village was built, there were monks helping him, posting talisman paper on the firewood wall to prevent most of the little monsters who could not fly. There were still psychic paper and pens in the village, and they could report to the monks in emergency. However, last night the monster did not give the wardens the chance to report back to the doorman, and Wang Liu did not dare to act rashly.

The father and daughter of the Zhang family followed Wang Liu into the doorman. Everyone in the village had seen and knew about it. The yellowed rice paper that had been pasted on the north wall for many years was empty on it. It was the spiritual communication paper left by the monks. Wang Liu took out a bamboo pen from the box covered with dust in the inner wall.

The bamboo brush strokes were already half bald, and Wang Liu handed it to Zhang Silang: "The four old characters look good and have a lot of literacy. I know everything last night, so I'll ask you to write it!"

Now is not the time to be humble. Zhang Silang took the pen without any ink and wrote on the paper "A demon enters the village of Pojiao at night to learn words."

It is too rare for monsters to learn words when they enter the village, and it is difficult to believe the monks in charge on the other side. Wang Liu and Zhang's father and daughter waited for a long time before they saw yellow light appearing on the paper, showing the four words "How about death and injury".

When Huang Guang disappeared, the words disappeared. Zhang Silang thought that the monster called the deer antler at home as a spiritual medicine. He was not aware of the mortal fetus at his own eyes, and finally he had to ask the monk. Wang Liu was an old man who knew the truth and could not believe it completely, so he directly wrote "No one hurts, but he sucks the deer antler, which is called the spiritual medicine."

The primary cultivators who are the same as those of the little demons are divided into two categories. One is mainly to stoop the body and strengthen the body, which is called the martial artist; the other is to warm the spiritual energy in the body, which is called the Qi-raising man. After the promotion is advanced, the martial artist can stoop the spiritual energy in the body, and the Qi-raising man can also stoop the physical body, which is called Qi-training man, which is the same level as the demon.

The human cities and villages in the radius of more than 600 miles are called Heming Temple. In this temple, the primary practitioners often take the path of nourishing qi, but few martial artists.

The person responsible for guarding the psychic letter paper is also a qi-raising man named Huang Zhan. He is short, chubby, dark, and has no likable appearance and personality. He is not very useful in the view. The psychic letters in the view have important positions or are leisurely. This year, he was arranged to stay in the psychic room that communicates with ordinary people from all walks of life. He has long told everyone that he is not a monster or a monster who is supernatural. He is usually not allowed to use communication paper. Generally, there is no such incident for several years. He usually has almost nothing to do. He is extremely dull and cannot leave every day. He can only eat and live in this room. When he sees the word "spiritual medicine" coming from the letter paper, his eyes can't move.

Human heritage is orderly and has a large population. Near the place of residence, it is necessary to reclaim land, log wood and build houses, and woodcutting fires. The natural environment has been much damaged, so it is difficult to find wild elixirs. He Mingguan is looking for places with spirituality every year to plant some elixirs, but the yield is very limited. There are many monks and few porridges. It will take a few years for a marginal figure like Huang Zhan to be in a turn. Although he still has practiced skills, he has not made any progress for many years. There is little hope of becoming a qi practitioner before his death.

The village man opposite, who had a mortal fertility with naked eyes, would definitely not be able to tell whether the elixir was true or false. Huang Zhan was a little excited and asked, "What kind of demon? How is the transformation?"

"It seems like a deer demon, I only see both arms!"

Seeing these eight words, Huang Zhan's heart was "bang" and forced himself to worry: Could it be that the deer demon took out a deer antler to give gifts? Deer demon has always been paired with it. If it really becomes a spiritual medicine, then there is another one in the little demon. If the demonic energy is really enough to transform into arms, it is not difficult to defeat. Moreover, it is said that the deer body has a treasure. The little demon is rich in spiritual energy, and the deer demon is even more serious. If it can be killed, there will be no spiritual medicine. Deer blood and venison meat are all great tonics! In any case, Pojiao Village is worth a trip to his home, so the little demon went back to the deep mountains and did not show up again. He should go and see it with his own eyes. If it is really a spiritual medicine, he will get it in his hands.

He hurriedly replied on the psychic paper, "Don't say it, everything is the same, the monks come tonight." When he replied with the opposite side, he disconnected the induction connection with the psychic paper in the Pojiao Village, got up and cleaned up all the houses. All he could use were spell talismans, and he picked up the pine-patterned sword that was installed on the storefront, ran out quickly, and a friend of his friends guarded the psychic room for him for a few days.

After all, he nodded when he asked for a friend, and then ran to Heshe. After running for a while, he suddenly woke up: "The outer walls of each village have a demon-ban talisman. Although it is useless, the deer demon cannot fly. If the janitor does not make mistakes, it is difficult to enter the village. The demon will not show a half-beast to make a fool of himself. I think that the little demon has some magical powers? It should not be underestimated, but will lose his own family! The elixir is limited and cannot be shared with others, so it is difficult to ask for help from others."

Thinking about it, he turned back to the sight, found his master, told the story of the deer demon entering the village, and cried and repeatedly mentioned the pain in the psychic room. If his cultivation level does not improve, he will be guarding him next year.

His master is a foundation-building monk, and he would not be moved by the fact that he was not as good as the elixir and the little demon body. He was so angry that he said helplessly: "The six demon kings have extremely powerful demon ancestors living in seclusion. The Xuantian Sect has sent orders to our sects, even if we are in a homeless place between the two sides, we are not allowed to enter, and we are not allowed to move to the village. Now it is rare that a little demon will enter the village without knowing how to live or die. Since it is your opportunity, I will give you the demon hunting net! But you need to be careful. Among the few disciples, you are the most unsatisfied. If you can't get it this time, it's because your fortune is not enough, so don't come to me again to cry!"
Chapter completed!