Apocalyptic Return To Famine

  Chapter 37

   "At first I thought I was going to die, but since I can catch my breath, I have to settle the bead." Qin Ling narrowed his eyes, looking a little like a dangerous person.

  At the end of Tang Dynasty, he knew that the bead Qinling was talking about was the spar in the body of the giant snake.

  Qin Ling touched his new clothes and trousers, and nodded with satisfaction, "Don't say it, I look pretty in everything I wear."

   "Go away." Tang Mo's face was expressionless.

   The days in the cave are not particularly monotonous for two people together, especially two people who often bicker.

   To Qin Ling's surprise, Tang Mo didn't seem to be a talkative person, but he couldn't speak to her every time.

   Is this the legend that one thing overcomes one thing?

  Because of the existence of this sick number, the quality of the food for the two of them has skyrocketed. Even if they are eating instant noodles, Tang Mo will take out the pot and gas stove to cook the noodles very deliciously, and then put some ham sausages and marinated eggs.

   Qinling's leg injury healed quickly due to the improvement of medicines and living conditions, and his face was visibly rosy.

  According to the plan at the end of Tang Dynasty, it is only twenty days before the fog disperses. By then, this place will not be the place with the most spiritual energy. Naturally, the giant snake will not be willing to stay here forever, and will look for a better place.

   But Qin Ling obviously didn't think so. Although he didn't say it, Tang Mo knew that he was still obsessed with this snake.

  Qinling has been lying down and resting because of the inconvenience of legs and feet.

   At the end of Tang Dynasty, he was sitting on the side, seemingly closing his eyes and resting, but in fact he was constantly exercising his spiritual power.

  I don't know why, but in this cave, my spiritual power grows very fast, three times that outside.

   She now suspects that the giant snake has been staying here not because she and Qinling are alone, but because the aura here is too abundant, the snake likes it very much.

   Always sitting there without moving his body, Tang Mo felt that his arms and legs were a little stiff, and he couldn't stand it any longer after sitting like this for a few days.

  The space in the cave is still quite large. Putting Qinling, a disabled person, in the corner will not take up much space. At the end of Tang Dynasty, he simply took out the wind and prepared to practice.

   It is not realistic to run in a small place, but it is enough to practice arms and legs and swing the knife.

  Tang Mo was not afraid to reveal the trump card to Qinling. First of all, she trusted Qinling, and secondly, the knife was not really an invisible trump card.

   Because sooner or later, she will use it in front of everyone. If it is really a trump card, then her biggest reliance is actually mental power.

   After all, whether it is short-term reinforcement, escape or treatment, it is only when no one else understands it that the maximum value of one's spiritual power can be exerted.

   Qinling has nothing to do during the day, except to sleep with his eyes closed, he just opens his eyes to watch the end of Tang Dynasty.

   When she saw Tang Mo took out a knife out of thin air, she didn't feel anything, but when he saw the knife clearly, there was more content in his eyes.

   "Your knife is quite good?" Qin Ling praised.

   "How good is it?" Tang Mo knew that Qin Ling was born in an aristocratic family and had seen a lot of things. The things that could make him praise him must be good things.

   "The one who made this knife should be considered the top in the country. I had to grind my grandfather for a long time when I was 18 before getting one."

   "That's really a good thing." It wasn't easy even for Qin Ling to get a handful. It seemed that Uncle Wen really cared about her request.

  Tang Mo practiced little by little according to the knife skills she had learned in the video before. She has taught herself for a long time. As her strength and agility increased, she felt that this knife was more comfortable to use.

  After watching for a while, Qin Ling's face was very strange, as if he didn't know whether to speak.

   It wasn't until Tang Mo Lian was out of breath that he finally couldn't help laughing out loud, and then the laughter got louder.

   "This knife is really a waste of money for you. It's too wasteful. Going to the market to buy a watermelon knife at your level is the same. Maybe it can be a little easier."

   Qin Ling laughed so loudly that it affected the wound, covering his legs while trying to control his facial expressions.

   "I'm self-taught." Tang Mo gritted his teeth and said word by word, making up his mind, Qin Ling's favorite shrimp and vegetable porridge is no longer available, don't even think about it!

   It's a pity that she still thinks she's practicing well. It turns out that in Qin Ling's eyes, it's just a joke.

   "Look at the swing you just made, it should have been your wrist, but your whole arm.

  I won’t say it if it doesn’t look good. It’s more laborious. Others can swing ten times, but you can only swing three times. "

   Qin Ling remembered every move he made at the end of Tang Dynasty. He cultivated martial arts at home since he was a child, and it was naturally no problem to give guidance to the end of Tang Dynasty.

   "Wrist?" Tang Mo turned his wrist and swung the knife again in Qin Ling's way.

   Sure enough, this time I changed the place where I exerted my power, I felt a lot easier, and I was able to exert more power.

   At the end of Tang Dynasty, he was surprised and urged Qinling to say more.

   "And your stance, obviously the lower plate is unstable, you can't see it when you practice it yourself, and when the fight is real, the opposite side rushes over, and before you can use the knife, maybe you will fall a dog and eat **** first."

   Qinling's words are not pleasant, but every point is exactly the weakness of the late Tang Dynasty.

   "And the direction of the tip..."

  Chinese martial arts is broad and profound, and it is naturally easy to practice to keep fit.

   But if you really want to fight with a sword and a sword, just relying on video self-study is obviously too simple to think about these things.

  At the end of Tang Dynasty, he thought that he was doing well, but in fact he was just drawing a tiger and a cat, and he didn't even enter the door.

After   re-improved according to Qinling's instructions, Tang Mo waved the knife again, over and over again.

   She felt that she had made new progress every time, but Qin Ling was still not satisfied and asked her to do it all over again until the movement was perfect.

   The pigs have not been raised in vain for so many days, in exchange for a master, this business is worth it! At the end of Tang Dynasty, he was very happy.

   Since I found out that there is a free lame master Qinling who can teach me and make my swordsmanship advance by leaps and bounds.

  At the end of Tang Dynasty, he practiced knives during the day and night, and then let Qin Ling pick out her faults and improve them without wasting any time.

   Qin Ling shouted every day that she was squeezing the poor disabled and vulnerable groups, but it was useless.

   Gradually, Qinling's legs were almost healed, and his face was not only bloody, but also had more flesh, and he didn't see the embarrassment that people should have in times of famine.

  After his legs were healed, Qin Ling couldn't bear to sit every day. He had not moved his body for a long time and came here with Tang Mo's broken wind.

   At the end of Tang Dynasty, I was stunned. This strength and fluency are really unmatched.

   The tip of the knife quickly swiped through the air as if it really made a sound, and Po Feng really realized the meaning of its name at this time.

   Qin Ling, who was holding the knife, pursed his lips, his back was straight, and his chin was slightly raised.

   "What's the matter, you are fascinated by my handsomeness?" Qin Ling's words broke the picture of this idol drama.

   "Hey, it would be perfect if you were dumb." Tang Mo looked at the top of the cave and sighed.

   (end of this chapter)