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"Mr. Troll, are you wise?"

"..." Lu Zhengkang's sharp fangs tore off the barbecue jerky. Because there were no molars, he had to swallow it whole, but he couldn't enjoy the taste of a little bit of mixed meaty saliva.

"Mr. Troll, let me teach you how to speak! If you don't want to, just shake your head... Ha, you really want me to teach you how to speak! When I teach you, we can talk about your heart. You must have a lot of great things. The experience of killing big bears, sword cats, and even tree spirits..."

Lu Zhengkang ate in silence.

Three full hours.

After Lu Zhengkang ate his meal, he went to the door to dig two sips of fresh snow and drank. Jonas followed him all the way. Now he has begun to teach him language, often pointing to something, then saying a word, and finishing. Just stared at the troll, and when he saw it was silent, he changed something.

Lu Zhengkang listened carefully. Although there is not much to learn in the scope of activities, thanks to Jonas’s amazing amount of nonsense, he has already spoken a lot of terms and can understand a little what the Brighton boy said. Content.

For example, vocabulary such as troll, sword, leather armor, snow, snowfield, plain, mountain, etc., are repeatedly emphasized and confirmed.

That's how it was spent the next days.

In the afternoon's free time, Lu Zhengkang practiced swordsmanship for a while. As a martial arts master, even if he specializes in palm skills, he also knows a lot of swordsmanship. When he is right, he has integrated all the martial arts in the world, although many martial arts Haven't really practiced, but the moves are not unfamiliar.

There is no internal energy to use sword energy, but with the good physical strength of the troll, it will be no problem to break the enemy.

The magic energy system is different from internal energy and soul energy. Past experience can only play a little reference value, but Lu Zhengkang intends to explore the linkage relationship between magic energy and spirit and body.

The troll dances sword, elegant and unrestrained, and poetic. The boy looked mesmerized and intoxicated, as if watching an ape flying in the air, while the sword was like a bird in his palm. The two were harmonious but different, and the movement was in harmony.

Jonas felt that everything he saw before him was a miracle of destiny and the gift of the Holy Spirit. He couldn't help being excited, and wanted to learn Lu Zhengkang's swordsmanship, but he was too young, not four feet tall, and weak in physique. , Unable to master the iron sword, so he secretly ran away to pick up branches in the woods.

The troll watched the boy's every move, he kept moving and didn't pay much attention to his whereabouts.

Not long after, there was an exclamation in the woods and several wolf howls, and the boy stumbled and ran out. Two ice wolves were chasing after him, but it was the male wolf who had previously confronted the wolves for the carcass of the walrus.

They have come to hit the autumn breeze again.

The wolves came from the shack, but the trolls moved faster.

Lu Zhengkang rushed to Jonas in two steps. The moment he tripped over his trousers, he swung his sword across the end of the boy's hair, and the tip of the sword shook slightly, flashing two brilliance.

Two male wolves were stabbed into the head by the sword tips and died on the spot.

Jonas didn’t mean to be scared at all, he just rushed over and hugged the troll’s thigh tightly, “Ahhhhh! You come to save me! Hahaha, I only know!” He was very happy, “You can teach me How to fight? You were really handsome just now!"

Lu Zhengkang glanced at the branch in the boy's hand. It was a dead branch, not to mention being used as a wooden swordsman, even if it was swung slightly faster, it would break.

A little boy without common sense cannot survive in Skyrim.

A rough analysis of the 206th chapter, the dream of a troll

Jonas said very schemingly that he taught the troll to speak, and the troll taught him swordsmanship, fair and just.

Lu Zhengkang went to the woods and chopped a useful fresh branch, cut it into a sword shape, and handed it to the boy. By the way, he cut his pants short to prevent him from falling down.

Jonas had an overjoyed expression, as if he had been rewarded with a sugar cube by the adults in the family.

Lu Zhengkang slowly practiced a set of Wudang Pills in the snow. As a simple basic martial arts, it is suitable for beginners with inadequate internal strength. There are 13 methods and a total of forty-one moves. I don’t listen much, but in fact, there is no martial arts. Basic people are already very difficult.

The troll man has long and powerful arms and agile footsteps. In real combat, he can use some more fierce martial arts, but now is the teaching time to practice hand skills for the kid Jonas.

The Emei School has a middle-eighth-level Yuan Gong sword technique. The name is more suitable than the current Lu Zhengkang. However, when he sees this name, he always thinks of the Yue female sword written by Jin Daxia, and a feeling of sadness arises, so he does not want to use it. Set of swordsmanship, similarly there is Emei's secret fifth-tier Yue female swordsmanship.

Halfway through the afternoon in a hurry, Jonas only learned ten tricks. Lu Zhengkang didn’t care about him, and started practicing the rest of the swordsmanship by himself. The boy’s eyes were enthusiastic about all kinds of things. I returned everything to Lu Zhengkang.

Lu Zhengkang finally understood the feelings of the physical education teacher.

Go back to the house and eat.

As night falls, Lu Zhengkang intends to go to the coast to fish for fish tomorrow. Perhaps he will find a way to weave the webs left by the frostbite spiders into fishing nets, so as to avoid the anxiety of waiting for the rabbit.

Jonas got into the bedding and said goodnight. Lu Zhengkang nodded at him, went to sit by the fire, and added some firewood. Seeing that the fire was strong enough to maintain, he immediately settled in peace.

The meditation is a little bit deeper, and the surrounding magical energy flows in the bottom of the heart a little bit clarification. If the spirit is like a palm, manifested by the concentration of mind, it is intangible and qualitative, then the magical energy is like clay, which can be Plasticity itself is chaotic energy without attributes.

Unlike Shangyuan, magical energy is a relatively superficial product. The two are the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren, and they are incomparable.It is just like the vitality of heaven and earth, except that demon can be close to the spirit, and vitality is close to the body.

After Lu Zhengkang tried the magic power, he tried to capture the magic power with mental power. It was indeed effective, but it was like using a gate to stop the flow of water. After the gate was raised, the flow of water continued to rush.

To use magic freely, you still need a container.

Of course, the brain is a good thing. After the deep combination of mental power and magical energy-like a mixture of oil and water, it becomes another thing, in short, it is not the balala energy-you can take back your mind, and the wonderful thing is that after this treatment The magical energy of has become quite existential, just like there is an organ in the brain that can be judged by the sense of pressure-just like the bladder, just holding the urine will bring anxiety, holding the magical energy will not.

This organ-or something else, Lu Zhengkang intends to name it Mana Nexus Brain or Mana Sea, and Mana Core-in short, it is an unimportant name, a little faithfulness is enough.

However, what makes Lu Zhengkang quite speechless is that he has no chance to experience what it feels like to be filled with his magical powers.The blood of the troll and the pure land in the palm are constantly drawing energy, causing his mind to always be empty.

"Oh." The troll sighed quietly in front of the fire, and Jonas secretly opened his eyes and looked at it. The golden and red flames burned on the surface of the silver, like a sea of ​​undead at sunrise, and the trolls seemed to be carrying the sun. The god-man.

The boy was amused by his own fantasy. Lu Zhengkang woke up from entering Ding and turned his head to look at Jonas. The boy hurriedly closed his voice, closed his eyes tightly, breathing was still very fast, and there was a blush on his face.

This kid, is there really fear in his mind?

A slight smile appeared inadvertently on the ugly face of the troll, although it was still ugly...

"Mr. Troll, are you still asleep?"

The boy knew that he could not lie to Lu Zhengkang, so he whispered in a distance.

The lazy ice wolves lay down on their stomachs bored, making soft whining and purring sounds, the firewood in the campfire rang, and the shack became extremely quiet. The quiet temperament, darkness and shadow seemed to be given at this moment. Human nature can look at the creatures in the house with gentle eyes in a world beyond the reach of fire.

This kind of night, even if there is no moonlight, is as clear as water, as demure as jade, and every whisper is like a footnote to love.

In the heart of a little boy, life is sometimes just a moment, comparable to decades.

The poetry of Brighton also flows in his bones.

"Mr. Troll, I'll play the flute for you tomorrow. That bad old man has a bone flute, but he can't play it, I will..."

Lu Zhengkang fiddled with the bonfire, planning to sleep for a while.

Lying next to Jonas.

Whispers are like the nasal sounds of thousands of people's conversations, meaningless, unorganized, and prompting people to fall asleep.

The boy fell asleep as he talked, Lu Zhengkang smiled, tucked the quilt for him, and closed his eyes to sleep.

The troll transformed into a steady flow of magic energy, and the effect was maintained. In this way, the troll began to sleep.

...

Wandering in the ice cave.