"All right."

Chen Qiu heard Qingqing say that he was indeed a little hungry.

He followed Qingqing to the kitchen, which was black inside, but fortunately, there were pots, pans, firewood, rice, oil and salt.

There is also a stove built with yellow mud.

It should have been made by the mountain ghost himself.

He rolled up his sleeves, sent Qingqing to pick a few cucumbers and vegetables, and started washing rice and cooking by himself.

These crude benzene kitchenware are a bit inappropriate, but it's the case when you get used to it.

Chen Qiu bought a plate of cucumbers. Without chili, he could only season with vinegar and oil and salt. He also took some air-dried meat and made a platter. He put the washed rice on the stove and steamed it.

Qingqing obediently took a small stool and sat next to the stove to make a fire for her senior brother.

Chen Qiu grabbed the kitchen knife of coarse benzene and cut a piece of air-dried jerky hard.

Qingqing just now reminded him that indeed, this body itself is skilled in martial arts, and there seem to be fragments of memory of practicing martial arts in those scattered memories.

It just needs Chen Qiu to review it again, and this process must be described.

It's like the computer that remade the system for some "special reasons" and retrieved those "cartoons" from other disks.

But if you don't look at it, it's amazing.

Chen Qiu found that the memories in his mind not only had the martial arts taught by his master, but were actually a method of axe.

In addition to Axe martial arts, there is also a set of internal skills and mental methods.

The name is a bit strange, it is called Jianghu Xinfa.

However, there are many nouns in the records of the mind method that Chen Qiu didn’t understand very well. He knew the acupoints, and he had learned them in traditional Chinese medicine class.

"Qingqing, do you have internal strength, too?"

Chen Qiu asked without looking back while cutting vegetables.

Qingqing, who was playing with coins while burning fire, replied casually:

"Of course, it's what the master taught me. Why do my senior brother always ask these strange questions?"

Chen Qiu's actions of cutting vegetables stopped, he said:

"I hit my head when I fell off the cliff. I can't remember some things. Didn't I tell you before? Qingqing, you said, who thought of the internal strength in this world?"

"It's an immortal!"

Qingqing raised her head and said enthusiastically:

"I heard from Master that over the past thousand years, since the Dharma-Ending Age, and the practice has become increasingly difficult, there have been figures from the immortals who have improved the breathing skills of immortals and adopted martial arts to break through the shackles."

"All the secrets of the mind that are circulating in the world are derived from this."

"ah?"

Chen Qiu turned around in surprise and looked at Qingqing, and said:

"Are there really cultivators here?"

"If someone is not called a cultivator, he is a person from the Immortal Sect."

Qingqing corrected her senior brother's statement, and then looked at the rice cooking in the pot. Chen Qiu didn't argue with her, and chatted with her junior sister without saying a word.

In the name of amnesia, I finally found out some information I should know.

After one stick of incense, the rice was ready. Qingqing held a large thick porcelain bowl and ate the hot rice happily, but Chen Qiu was not in a hurry.

He picked up a firewood chopping axe from the wooden pier in front of the kitchen and played with it in his hand.

In that dream, Chabao's ghost was still undispersed, so I had to become familiar with martial arts. Fortunately, I taught him a lesson in the dream. Even if I couldn't beat it, I could resist one or two and suffer less, that would be fine.

Chen Qiu waved the firewood-spinning axe in his hand, and he sighed and said softly:

"Master, using this Qimen weapon, you are destined to be a hero of the generation. This is too fashionable. Even Chabao's fingering is much cooler than you."

"And you don't know how to name a few."

"The Eighteen Styles of Black Wind Axe... This magical name is really a pity you can always think of."

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Late at night, at the foot of Taihang Mountain.

The ghost of the mountain of life emerged from the night and quietly walked into the small camp of the Northern Dynasties. In less than a stick of incense, he walked out with a bag on his back.

There were fresh blood dripping on the black iron sword in my hand.

Behind him, there was no more noise in the small camp.

The mountain ghost was wearing a mask, but there was also a hint of confusion on his cheek under the mask.

In the past, if these Northern Dynasties dog thieves were killed once by him, they would retreat from Taihang Mountain in a panic.

But this time it was very strange.

Since last night, there have been 15 or 16 North Korean dog thieves who died under his sword.

But not only did they not retreat, they meant to gather accomplices.

Thinking of this, the mountain ghost couldn't help but look up at a place in the mountain. There was a hint of doubt and exploration in his eyes under the mask.

What exactly is there in the hands of the two brothers and sisters who were rescued by him that deserve such a big fight among these Northern Dynasties dog thieves?

Mountain ghosts are not troublesome people.

Since you have saved people, it is meaningless to think about these things again.

What's more, the current situation is not a bad thing for him. In the past, hunting dog thieves in the Northern Dynasty had to cross mountains and ridges.

Now, he just needs to wait outside Taihang to wait for the rabbit.

It's coming!

Under the mask, Gongsun Yu showed a grim smile.

He used his legs and jumped onto the branches lightly, walking through the forest like a ghost. His posture was like a ghost of Taixing.

Good come!

The more you come, the better!

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the night owls fly.

Tonight is a good time to start killing...

Before going to sleep, go hunting a few more dog thieves.

Seeing their blood flowing, I guess I will sleep soundly tonight.

I just don’t know what happened to the senior brother and sister now?

This is really troublesome to save people.

The mountain ghost hidden in the darkness frowned under the mask. He thought to himself, how easy it is to kill someone?
Chapter completed!