C46 I'sm going out soon

"I have to adjust my breathing, breathe out every three steps, and breathe in every three steps. I have to maintain this rhythm and rhythm in order to conserve more energy!" Fan Cunlong seemed to know of the situation behind him. When he was reminded of his birth, the rest of us immediately changed our breathing rhythm.

This method of breathing was very uncomfortable at first. It was a very stuffy and swollen feeling, as if a ball of fire was burning continuously in his chest, threatening to burn his body or come out of his throat at any moment.

But it was amazing, that as the heat got used to it, I discovered that I was actually somewhat dull to the tiredness of it. In any case, it was as if a patient in great pain had been injected with a pain-relieving needle, and his nerves had immediately returned to a kind of paralysis. He could only feel that it was very uncomfortable, but the pain that had the greatest effect on people had disappeared.

This way of breathing is the same as by using the heat trapped in the chest and abdomen to paralyze some sensory nerve, thus dulling one's response to fatigue. However, this method was no different from drinking poison to quench their thirst. Once they stopped, the accumulated fatigue would immediately crush their nerves, and they wouldn't be able to take a single step forward.

I can hear that Fan Cunlong has probably been training this breathing rhythm since he was very young. Just like how ordinary people breathe, this kind of slow breathing has already become his habit, so it doesn't burden him at all.

I often thought, I don't know which expert in the Fan Jia Village taught Fan Cunlong, who could be called an abnormal person, to be able to maintain a breathing rhythm and nurture him to become a replacement for his own nature, to learn how strong his perseverance was, and how tenacious and callous the professor was.

To be so harsh to a child, what sort of indifference and ruthlessness would that person have towards the words of the enemy? Recalling how Fan Cunlong didn't seem to have any emotions when he tried to kill Kou Huang and the other two, I felt that that person would definitely be proud of handing over this successful disciple of his.

It could even be said that after staying in the mountains for so many years, Fan Cunlong's heart was very simple and honest, and was extremely kind. It was just that his kindness was never so reckless.

A strong warrior in terms of strength, and a strong psychological state. Fan Cunlong's various ways of doing things reminded me of a teacher who had been infinitely weakened by the academic world. The current education world seems to be trying hard to develop students into people with high moral integrity. That was true, of course, but what was noble about it?

A group of scholars whose thoughts were so rotten that they could only preach good thoughts to others, a few cigarettes, a few cups of wine, and a peanut, all in one go! And just like that, there was a time: "With virtue comes vengeance." Without any pressure, they cut off the second half of Zi Ri's sentence, causing all the students in China to think of the teacher as an extremely cowardly scholar.

I was also one of the ones who was poisoned. When I was young, I was just as hot-blooded as I was angry at my teacher's cowardice. I felt that accepting someone as a sacrifice in the holy temple was just a waste of my time. After that, by chance, he came across the full text of the question and felt relieved about it. After that, his admiration for the teacher reached an extreme point. Looking at the world, looking at the times, such a hero was rarely seen.

Or did he ask, "Repaying grievances with virtue?" Confucius said: "Why do you repay your kindness?" Using direct retribution to repay grievances and good deeds to repay virtue!

How similar was Fan Cunlong's current mental state to that of the teachers then? Did the person who taught him want to cultivate a hero that could look down on the world independently from China? It was said that many years ago, Confucius was also a master of martial arts. He was a rare talent in martial arts. Otherwise, how could he dare to travel the world by himself and bring a few weak students?

The more I think about it, the more pressure I feel. Fan Cunlong definitely left the mountain to ask the person who taught him the skills before, the more the person nodded his head. Did he let Fan Cunlong leave the mountain because he wanted me to learn something? I made wild guesses in my mind, but I was unable to find anything. However, if my guesses are correct, then I am truly worried that I will ruin the great wish of someone who cares about the world.

I think I really need to find a time to have a good talk with Fan Cunlong.

"Twenty-nine!" Fan Cunlong kicked away the Ogre-faced Ape that had died under his arrow. This monkey had a face like a natural born demon, it looked extremely sinister and terrifying. Furthermore, the fingernails on its claws were abnormally sharp, comparable to the tip of a blade. If something scratched the wound, it would immediately become infected. Although it was not very toxic, it was very troublesome. The most important thing was that the Ghost Face Apes ate living creatures. If they gathered in groups, they would attack the wolves without any suspense. They could always enjoy a feast of wolf meat and blood.

And most importantly, it was impossible to tame! The wildness in their bones was even more inconceivable than that of tigers and lions. It was as if their entire mind was made up of blood and slaughter.

"Ghost Face Ape, the old people in the village said that these things were formed from the souls of people that fell down the ravine or were devoured by wild beasts. They have resentment towards everything in the mountain, so they wanted to destroy all living things in the mountain. As long as they have enough power, they would even dare to slaughter a human village! "

After Fan Cunlong killed this thing, he sighed emotionally and then told me that he heard from someone that there was an existence in the mountain that was once massacred by this kind of Ghost Face Ape. Out of the 300 plus people in the village, there were less than 50 who survived that night!

Keeping these things was a disaster! Fan Cunlong did not hold back in killing all these things. His fast movement and shooting skills that still had godly help made the onlookers feel even more amazed.

At least, I could see the increase in fear in Li Zheng's eyes. Even Huang San and Huang Si, who had seen Fan Cunlong's archery a few times, were similarly shocked speechless by Fan Cunlong's hand.

He was able to accept the fact that he was able to aim accurately even when he was still moving, but he didn't even need to aim in order to shoot an arrow through the head of the ape hiding in the leaves. This was extremely shocking.

My evaluation of Fan Cunlong has increased by another grade. With this technique, forget about China, even if you look at the entire world, there are not many people who can compare to him. Of course, this is only my subjective assumption. Isn't there still an old saying in China that goes well? Who knows if Number One Under Heaven might one day encounter Number One Under Heaven's older brother, Number Zero Under Heaven, or even Number One Under Heaven's younger brother. The world was unpredictable, and no one dared to guarantee it.

From this quick movement, I understood even more deeply what Fan Cunlong meant when he said that carrying the dragon bow wasn't very useful. The Wyrm Bow was too heavy. It was indeed unsuitable for such a high intensity jungle battle.

Ding Liming looked at the corpse of the Ghost Face Ape, not knowing what he wanted to say, but in the end, he held back and did not speak. He could still move forward with one breath against his chest, and once that breath was gone, he was worried that he wouldn't be able to get up from his seat. As he grew older, his endurance and restraint became deeper in many things, so he continued to follow us without looking back.

Huang San, Huang Si, Jiang Xi, Li Zheng, Li Zheng … the faces of all four of them are already reddening, and Li Zheng's face is even becoming purple. I'm really worried that if this goes on, the blood vessels on his face will directly burst open.

I didn't need to look to know that my face was flushed. Sweat kept dripping from my forehead. My clothes were completely soaked and my shirt was stuck to my back.

Xiao Ha still jumped out from my pocket and stood on my shoulder, but he did not continue to be mischievous and mischievous. He was clear on when to stop and when to not cause trouble, and at this point, there was already no one who could divert their attention to look at this miraculous little fellow, after all, everyone was holding their breath while rushing forward, so I did not care about it at all. After all, it wasn't a big deal to keep it in my pocket, especially now that I was covered in sweat.

"Thirty-one sets!" His clothes were already covered with blood, all of them were the blood of various poisonous bugs and ferocious beasts from inside the mountains. My body was also not clean, the gun in my hand fired a few more shots, but I felt that the temperature would probably be so high that I could even light a cigarette.

Green liquid, black and red, along with some indescribable colors were standing on my clothes and face. Even Xiao Ha, who was standing on my body, wasn't able to avoid being splashed by all kinds of blood from killing the wild beast venomous bugs at a close distance. However, I had originally thought that its love for cleanliness would make it urgently wipe away these things, but I didn't expect that Xiao Ha actually enjoyed licking the blood, as if he had eaten the most delicious thing in the world.

This was really an enigmatic little fellow. In his almost limitless tenderness, there seemed to be a hint of ruthlessness and viciousness. No matter what, as an animal, he seemed to be indifferent to anything but pigs. It was just like how he wouldn't let us eat pork in the restaurant, while he ate with us while hugging a duck leg. It was very domineering.

"Thirty-three plates!" We're about to go out. Everyone, please bear with it for a while, there's a mountain corridor behind the thirty-six plates. It's a very rare safe zone, there are no dangers there for us to rest. "

The team was exhausted to the extreme, and my physical strength was also insufficient. Just like them, I was completely relying on the suffocating hot breath in my chest to support me.