Along the way, Ning Shi felt that his speed was much faster than usual, his body was much lighter, and he could see the surrounding environment more clearly at night. It usually took about half an hour to get home, but now it only took less than a quarter of an hour.

time.

Ning Shi returned home without blushing or out of breath, patted the dust wrinkles on his body, and walked into the house. In the living room, Ning Chongshan was sitting on a wooden wheelchair, covering his legs with a thick blanket and hugging him.

He was reading a book under the lamp. Duanmu Wan was sitting next to him, holding a piece of cloth and a ruler, gesturing at the dimensions.

Occasionally, thin wisps of smoke drifted out from the dishes held on plates on the table. It had obviously been left there for a long time and was about to get cold.

"Dad, Mom. I'm back." Ning Shi opened the door.

Ning Zhongshan showed a stern look on his face and put the scroll aside. "Why are you coming back so late? Do you want your father and your mother to starve to death?"

Hearing Ning Zhongshan's words, Duanmu Wan laughed out loud, took away the red girl, and shouted to Ning Shi: "Go wash your hands and bring the food over."

"Let's eat!" Ning Chongshan laughed and turned his wheelchair to the table.

Duanmu Wan gave him a big roll of the eyes and slapped Ning Zhongshan's hand as he lifted the plate, "You go and wash it too!"

During the meal, the family of three chatted about cultivation. Ning Zhongshan was in a good mood. He reached out and touched Ning Shi's head and said, "Hey, that's good. I'm going to take a dip in the medicinal spring later and go to bed early."

Ning Shi raised his head and looked at his mother.

Where are the medicinal materials at home? Now the family is very poor and has no money to buy medicinal materials. Naturally, it is impossible for the mother and son to tell Ning Zhongshan, so Ning Zhongshan, the male protagonist, does not know about this situation.

Mother nodded slightly towards Ning Shi, and Ning Shi said softly, "Yeah", lowered his head and continued to eat...

It was night, Ning Shi went to the bathroom behind the house, but the medicinal spring was already ready.

Ning Shi looked at the large pot of animal bone delicacies boiling in the pot next to the stove, blinked and asked, "These..."

Duanmuwan turned around and saw Ning Zhongshan still reading the bamboo scroll in the living room. She made a "shh" gesture and used her spiritual consciousness to communicate with Ning Shi: "I borrowed these medicinal materials."

"Borrowed?" Ning Shi blurted out subconsciously.

Duanmuwan covered her son's mouth and continued to speak with her spiritual consciousness: "Don't let your father hear me. Since you can hear me, you must have reached the state of first acquaintance. Now I will teach you to communicate with your thoughts, in your mind."

Just imagine what you want to say, and then imagine that this sentence will be transmitted to my sea of ​​consciousness along a route, and that's it."

"Like this? Mom, can you hear me?" Ning Shi didn't move his mouth, and his soul imagined what he wanted to say, and passed it to Duanmu Wan.

Duanmuwan smiled and nodded: "Yes, that's it! After I sent you there, I didn't go home directly. Instead, I went to your uncle's house and borrowed these medicinal materials. But starting from tomorrow, you will have to

I went into the mountains with your uncle to collect herbs, can you do it?"

Ning Shi nodded firmly. Although he was young, his mother treated him as a member of the family and allowed him, a little man, to share responsibilities for the family. Therefore, Ning Shi felt very fulfilled.

"Go in quickly. After soaking, take a rest early. Your uncle will come to take you into the mountains tomorrow." Duanmuwan poured the precious medicinal solution into the tub.

"Okay!" Ning Shi responded, and then he slid into the bathtub with a bow of his body.

After soaking in the medicinal spring, Ning Shi's brain was still extremely excited. The effect this time was obviously better than the previous times. Not only did his body become stronger, but even his muscles felt full of strength. It seemed that the realm he had first met was indeed extraordinary.

, he couldn't help but mutter to himself: "The body is indeed a whole. As the soul becomes stronger, the physical body will also progress easily. I have gained more benefits from absorbing the medicinal spring today than I have practiced in a hundred days."

"You're not right!" Duanmu Wan's voice came from outside the curtain.

Ning Shi turned around and watched Duanmuwan walk in with a plate of things.

"The soul and the body do complement each other, but the benefits you get from absorbing the medicinal spring are not as good as the effect of a hundred days of practice. This medicinal spring is just delivering the nutrients your body needs. The body is like a leather bag. Without the previous hundred days of practice,

As a result of daily practice, the body cannot carry so much nutrients. Only by continuously expanding the capacity of your body through exercise can you become stronger and stronger, understand?" Duanmuwan explained.

After hearing his mother's explanation, Ning Shi suddenly understood, "Just like what the book said, the nine-story tower starts from tired soil. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Is that so?"

"Yes. You are going to the mountains with your uncle tomorrow. Mom has prepared some things. See if you like it." Duanmu Wan smiled and put the things in his hand on the table.

Ning Shi was slightly startled and opened the curtain covering the plate. He saw that in addition to dry food, there was a knife, a book and a bow under the curtain.

Ning Shi reached out and grabbed the long knife in the sheath, and exclaimed happily: "How come there are these things!"

Duanmuwan said with a smile: "Since you are going up the mountain tomorrow, I have to prepare these things for you. Otherwise, if I encounter a beast, I can't let my heart and soul deal with it with my bare hands? This knife was given to you by your father, and its name is Mo

Hong. The knife is good at cutting and is more suitable for self-defense in the jungle than a sword. Pull it out and take a look."

Ning Shi nodded happily, and the hand holding the scabbard exerted slight force. The blade and the scabbard gently rubbed together, making a pleasant sound, and the long knife came out in response.

This is a thousand-forged steel knife. Under the illumination of the crane's foot lamp, the black blade reflects patches of fine cloud patterns like flowers. The blade is long and straight, about four fingers wide, and the subtle arc carries a sharpness.

The murderous aura looks like a hatchet for chopping wood at first glance, and the color is not as bright as a butcher's knife, but it contains this kind of invisible momentum.

In the name of Mo Hong, ink is the blade and the rainbow is the blood light.

Ning Shi didn't understand this, but when he saw his mother's hair that she casually brushed off was split into two parts as it passed by the blade, his eyes lit up, and he held the knife in his hand lovingly and played with it repeatedly.

Duanmu Wan smiled slightly and continued to introduce: "This bow cannot be opened without the strength of one stone. Now that you have the strength of four stones, you can use this bow to its fullest strength."

When Ning Shi heard what his mother said, he immediately put down Mo Hong and reached for the boxwood bow.

Ning Shi easily pulled the bow into a full moon shape, but Duanmu Wan quickly stopped him: "Don't let go of the arrow. If it hits your hand, it may break your hand tendons."

After Ning Shi slowly leveled the bow string, Duanmu Wan continued: "Your uncle is a master in archery. When the time comes, you just need to learn more from him. What mother can teach you is aiming."

"Aim?" Ning Shi asked.

"Yes! For you who have entered the realm of first acquaintance, this is quite simple. The key to archery is stability, accuracy and ruthlessness. Stability is the posture of holding the bow. I can't teach you this. As long as the strength of the bow is strong, you can naturally do it.

Achieving it. As for how to achieve it accurately, it depends on a person's talent. I will tell you the key points, and let your uncle teach you how to draw a bow tomorrow."

After listening to his mother's brief introduction, Ning Shi nodded to show that he remembered.

"These weapons were given to you by your father. I was originally worried that the weapons would be too heavy and waste too much of your energy, so I prepared some light items. Now that your strength has increased greatly, I am relieved. As for this book

, is a medicinal book I borrowed from the clerk at Huichun Hall. It contains many methods and diagrams for digging medicinal materials. You can take a note of it tonight." After explaining everything clearly, Duanmu Wan stood up and prepared to go out.

Hearing that his mother also prepared weapons for him, Ning Shi had no reason to let it go and asked hurriedly: "I wonder what mother has prepared for the child?"

Seeing Ning Shi's anxious look, Duanmu Wan burst out laughing, took out a small cloth bag from her arms, and waved it in front of Ning Shi, "If you want a double share, you have to express it."

Ning Shi quickly hugged his mother's neck and kissed her mother's cheek.

Duanmuwan stretched out her finger, touched Ning Shi's forehead and said, "Gui Lingjing, here you go." She handed the small bag to her son, then stood up again, and said with loving eyes, "Go to bed early after reading the Medicine Sutra.

, don’t sleep too late.”

Ning Shi said "hmm" obediently.

After his mother walked out, Ning Shi opened the small cloth bag given by his mother.

The things in the bag were extremely small. Compared with the swords, bows, arrows and crossbows given by his father, the things his mother gave him were more defensive. They included a thin but tough inner armor, a string of amulet pendants, and a palm-sized delicate

A crossbow and a simple note.

Ning Shi unfolded the note and wrote a line of small words on it: "The inner armor is invulnerable. Once faced with a life or death crisis, I will pour the power of my soul into the amulet to protect my son's life. There is only one arrow in the small crossbow, which is precious."

It can help you get out of danger, don't use it indiscriminately, remember it."

After reading this line of text, Ning Shi solemnly hung the amulet around his neck, and then tried on the armor on his body. This completely black inner armor was made of who knows what material. Not only was it thin,

It was breathable and extremely tough. Ning Shi originally wanted to reach out and try to see if he could tear it apart, but he was afraid that if he really tore it apart, he would let down his mother's wishes, so he gave up.

"The amulet must be carried close to your body. Once it comes to a critical moment of life and death, it will bear a blow on your behalf. Then my mother will be able to sense your situation from here and rush over quickly." After traveling thousands of miles, Duanmuwan's mother was worried.

Still worried about his child, he came back and gave emphatically instructions.

"I know, mother, I will take good care of the child." Ning Shi smiled slightly and patted the slightly raised amulet under his neck.

When Duanmu Wan saw that Ning Shi had already taken care of him, he felt relieved and walked out again.

After trying the inner armor and putting on the amulet, Ning Shi turned his attention to the small palm-sized crossbow. The crossbow barrel was extremely thin, the half-moon-shaped bow body on it was tightly curved, and there was a bowstring lock as thick as a lock of hair.

On top, it looked like it was made of unknown material. Ning Shi stretched out his hand and plucked it, and found that the bow string had not moved at all, and was obviously extremely tight.

Curious, Ning Shi exerted his strength and plucked the bow twice more, only to find that the bow string was still motionless. If it hadn't been for what his mother said, Ning Shi would have wanted to hook the crossbow hook and let go of an arrow.

However, none of these things were the most attractive to Ning Shi. After playing with the weapons given by his parents for a while, Ning Shi put all these things aside, then sat cross-legged on the bed and fell into meditation.

He wants to take a good look at the fork he snatched from the devil. Now he is eager to become stronger... (The third update is here, thank you for your support...)
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