"A Bodhisattva from the West?" Bei Jinyi said strangely.

"I have heard of it, but I didn't expect it would be him." He Yuli snatched the owner of the He family. He was at home and did not dare to speak loudly. At this time, the sky was high and the birds were flying, and he was jumping around when he walked and spoke.

"I used to hear that a blond and blue-eyed monster came down from the Buddha, with a human body, just like a Rakshasa. At first I heard that everyone was hiding from him. Later, he went up the mountain to chop firewood, hunt, and gave the excess firewood and prey to orphans and widows and lonely old men around him. Everyone thought that this monster was a good monster, but later everyone said that whoever took his things would be killed, and I don't know where this strange thing came from."

Don Quixote smiled and said, "It is normal for people to be afraid of things they don't understand, and I won't care. As for this rumor, there was an old woman living at the foot of the mountain at that time. She was very old and could not go too far..."

"She was not as afraid of me as others. She accepted the firewood and the meat pieces gently and kept me for dinner. This was the first time I was not eating alone in this country. The old man had bad teeth, so he chopped the meat pieces into small pieces and cooked a pot of thick porridge. I helped her chop the firewood and make a fire." Don Quixote's eyes became very distant.

"Then the old man started talking about his son who died outside and his sick husband. After that, he said nothing. I remember before she left, she said that I was chopping wood, very familiar, and said thank you. With this thank you, it seemed that everything was worth it."

Don Quixote smiled bitterly: "But it was from this time that there were rumors that I would take my life."

"But, don't everyone call you Bodhisattva now? It can be seen that people's hearts will be seen over time." He Yuli slapped his shoulders.

"Cough cough." He Yuxuan couldn't help but speak out to remind him, please pay attention to his image.

"Mr. Tang is really a righteous man!" Yin Liting bowed slightly with his fists, and Li Xu was the same.

Don Quixote clenched his fist and returned a knight's greeting.

"That... can I say something? His surname is Jiehote, his name is Tang, which is contrary to our Middle Earth, so he should call him Mr. Quixote, or Tang..." Zhou Tiansheng said while touching his nose.

The sun turned to the top of the head with its steps.

"It seems that you can cross the top of the mountain tonight." He Yuxuan panted, "Mr. Quixote, your horse is really powerful, lighter than us climbing mountains."

Yuqiu sniffed a little, followed Zhou Tiansheng happily, and Zhou Zhiruo rode on its back and hugged the horse's neck.

"Brother, I wonder if you are tired?" Zhou Zhiruo asked.

Don Quixote said: "No, you are so light, you will definitely not have any problems with carrying you in a slow and easy way. When you hunt, you will be injured. You will be so sad that you will be carrying me back. It is used to walking in the mountains."

"Stay on the flat ground in front and continue on the way in the afternoon." Li Xu pointed to an open space ahead.

After lunch, they practiced routinely, and several people sat cross-legged. Zhou Tiansheng and Li Xu did not practice the power of the Great Vajra. With the help of Qianlin Tea, the two of them made rapid progress in the past few days, thinking about working hard to survive this period of rapid growth.

The cultivation of Black Heaven Book is the same as ordinary internal energy, and also emphasizes accumulation and condensation. Zhou Tiansheng's cultivation process is to convert his own mental power into catastrophe power and store it in the sea of ​​catastrophe. The consumption of mental power is replenished with ginkgo juice. Otherwise, you will have to sleep for a long time and recover naturally. As mentioned earlier, the difference between ginkgo juice and Qianlin tea is that Qianlin tea can increase the spiritual power cultivation, while ginkgo juice can only play a replenishing effect.

Li Xu's own mental power is far from enough to practice the Black Heaven Book, and he can only transform the mental power increase brought by Zhou Tiansheng to him or Qianlin Tea into his own tribulation power.

Zhou Tiansheng is full of cultivation and is under great pressure, but fortunately, the ginkgo juice contained in the big gourd is all luxurious upgraded versions, which can still hold up the consumption of both of them.

"What are you doing?" Don Quixote saw them sitting cross-legged, motionless, bored, waving the big sword aside, and just waited for Zhou Tiansheng to open his eyes before asking.

"We are practicing." Zhou Tiansheng said.

"Cultivation? It means you are doing training? Oh! You can practice while sitting. Are you the legendary magician? This is the meditation method mentioned by the magician? Wow, magician, my God, I saw a magician for the first time!" Don Quixote exclaimed.

Zhou Tiansheng's face turned dark and he hurriedly covered his mouth, "Shut up, they are all practicing. What should I do if I get into a devil if I get quarrel with you?"

In fact, a few people are just practicing their daily practices, not at critical moments. Being interrupted will only withdraw from the state of cultivation, and there will be no serious consequences.

Don Quixote hooked his neck and said softly in his ear: "Okay, then I'll speak softly... are you magicians?"

"No, we are warriors, not magicians."

"Warrior, warrior, are you?"

"It's almost the same, it's the warrior. I didn't see the sword they all use. Isn't it a magic wand?"

"What about the wooden stick behind you?" Don Quixote asked, pointing at Zhou Tiansheng's stick.

"Oh, hell, this is also a weapon, my weapon is a stick." Zhou Tiansheng said.

"Okay, I understand. The second question is, why do warriors use magicians' cultivation methods?" Don Quixote said persistently.

"This is the cultivation method of our warriors, which is divided into external and internal skills. You don't understand it even if you say it, but this is how internal skills are cultivated. Just like your fighting spirit! Do you understand, fighting spirit!" Zhou Tiansheng looked confused when he looked confused and couldn't help but raise his tone.

"Fighting Qi? What is that?"

Zhou Tiansheng recalled the novel he had read in his previous life, "Fighting Qi is an energy that will be produced when you are training a warrior. Don't you?"

Don Quixote blushed and said, "So you are talking about this? I... I have only felt it recently. Only the captain of the Knights Squad in our country can develop this kind of fighting spirit you said. I am twenty-six years old and only practiced this fighting spirit last year."

As he spoke, he suddenly opened his mouth wide and pointed at Zhou Tiansheng and Zhou Zhiruo, "You, you are only in your teens and have already cultivated? Oh my God! Oh God!"

Zhou Tiansheng suddenly felt a surge of you overseas barbarians who finally saw the might of our country. A strong sense of national pride arose. He wanted to let you see our demeanor and etiquette again, and couldn't help but say humbly: "Where, there are many more powerful people than us."
Chapter completed!