The day passed in the blink of an eye. In the afternoon of the next day, Qingqing found a pile of wood and burned charcoal strips on the hillside, and was very busy.

Chen Qiu is still practicing martial arts.

"drink!"

He exhaled and snatched the woodcutting axe, and practiced the eighteen black wind axe styles on the shade of the hillside.

Although the name is strange, this axe technique is really full of energy and has no skill. It just goes straight and is very suitable for a rookie like Chen Qiu to practice.

After fighting Cha Bao again in a difficult battle last night and died more than a dozen times, Chen Qiu has made great progress in mastering this martial arts.

But he encountered new problems.

The girl Qingqing could probably guess the difficulties her senior brother encountered.

She raised her head from the side of the fire, and her little face was covered with blackness and whiteness. When she looked at Chen Qiuwu's axe, her awkward left hand that had nowhere to be placed.

She said:

"Master's axe technique is a double axe. It is difficult to dance with only one axe."

"My master's axe is not the single-edged wood-cutting axe, but the double-edged wheel short-handed axe. I have also seen Master use flying axes to defeat enemies."

"I know, too."

Chen Qiu shook his wrist and threw it out with a flying axe. The wood-cutting axe roared for several weeks and chopped on a tree trunk not far away.

Throw it out with special methods, and the accuracy is pretty good.

In his memory, the last time he saw Lu Buji, the old man was indeed fighting with a double axe.

And the axe in his memory is very unique in shape.

It should be a customized weapon.

He took a breath, sat cross-legged on the lawn, reached out to grab the sharply ground carbon wood strips from Qingqing, picked up another book, and drew a few strokes on it.

He said:

"Isn't there no such conditions now? I can only make do with a one-handed axe."

The junior sister remembered the master who was unaware of life and death. She became a little silent. Chen Qiu knew that Xiao Qingqing missed his master.

He took the initiative to change the topic so that Qingqing would not have thoughts.

He asked Qingqing:

"Did you remember the syllable pinyin I taught you yesterday?"

"Um!"

Qingqing nodded, closed her eyes, and fluently recited the alphabet song of Chen Qiujiao, picked up the wooden stick and wrote 26 pinyin letters on the ground in turn.

She had already completed the literacy and literacy in childhood, and now she will learn pinyin again, so it is naturally much faster.

"Okay, Qingqing is really smart."

Chen Qiu sincerely praised her. The girl in front of her was smart and learned very quickly.

Who said the ancients were stupid?

This is much smarter than when I was a child.

Besides, this kind of ignorant fallacy should be revealed and a good fight.

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Three days later, the night was getting dark, and the mountain ghost Gongsun Yu appeared quietly near the hillside. He returned to his house with exhaustion.

First, he looked at the other two rooms with caution.

Qingqing was already asleep, and there was still candlelight in Chen Qiu's room, which made the mountain ghost a little dissatisfied.

Do these two guys really treat their place as a comforting nest?

His original idea was that Chen Qiu was well-behaved and took Qingqing away, so he didn't disturb his career in hunting the Northern Dynasties dog thieves.

But I didn't think so.

It has been almost 6 days since this, and Chen Qiu and Qingqing are still here.

Maybe, I have to talk to them tomorrow and drive them away.

With this idea, Shan Gui pushed open the door, walked into the room, took off his mask, and prepared to take a rest.

But as soon as he took off his mask, Shan Gui turned his head in confusion. He felt something in his room had been passive and his eyes looked at the ground.

There are still remaining footprints on this rammed earth.

One big and one small.

Following the footprint, Shan Gui's eyes fell on the bookcase in the corner of his room.

His eyes narrowed and he walked towards the bookcase.

More than ten seconds later, the angry mountain ghost Gongsun Yu grabbed a book and rushed into Chen Qiu's house.

He put on the ghost face again, but under the mask, his eyes were full of murderous aura.

That is the murderous aura of the beloved being destroyed.

In front of him, Chen Qiu was lying on the table, using sharpened charcoal strips to write some ghost painting talismans on the mountain ghost's collection.

This scene made Gongsun Yu even more murderous intent and angry.

He brought this dying man and his quarrelsome junior sister back to his home!

He gave them food, shelter, and safety!

He helped them!

And now, this is how these two guys repay him?

Destroy other people’s beloved things!

Is this a way to be a guest?

"Swish"

The strange black sword in the Shan Ghost's hand raised, and his movements pressed against Chen Qiu's neck like a ghost. The cold air was as cold as ice touched the skin.

As long as Shan Gui moves his wrist gently, with the sharpness of the strange sword, Chen Qiu will definitely splatter blood on the spot.

Chen Qiu was shocked and a little scared.

But he had guessed Shan Gui's reaction at this time before, and he was not very panicked.

He raised his hands, in a gentle tone, and said to Gongsun Yu, who was shockingly murderous in front of him:

"I want to ask you for help and escort my junior sister and I to Suzhou. Of course, you have helped us a lot and saved us. My junior sister and I are not people who are grateful and do not want to repay us."

"So, to repay the kindness..."

Chen Qiu pressed the book in his hand with his fingers and slowly pushed it towards the mountain ghost.

He whispered:

"Let's teach you how to read and read."

"Not interested!"

Gongsun Yu responded in a hoarse voice:

"Get out tomorrow!"

After saying that, he was about to leave when he put away his sword.

As he turned around, Chen Qiu stood up and said:

“Just months!”

"Um?"

The mountain ghost's footsteps stopped, and Chen Qiu repeated loudly again:

"If I can't teach you within a month, then I will take my head away."

He watched the mountain ghost hesitate, and seemed to be moved.

He said more sincerely:

"Give us a chance."

"I will also give you a chance. If you can't learn it, you won't lose anything. But if you learn it, will you fulfill your dream of studying?"

"Wouldn't it be a pity if you cherish those books so much that you can't understand them all your life?"

Chen Qiu swallowed, he breathed a sigh of relief, calming his mind.

He took a step forward and said softly:

"You are not losing money in this matter. Why don't you give it a try? What do you think?"

PS:
Chapter completed!