pick up an alien

Chapter 13
About half an hour later, Mu Changan finally walked out of the mountain and came to a plain.

"Boom~"

The sky was not beautiful, there was thunder, and there were dark clouds, and it seemed that it would rain soon.

Mu Changan walked forward and found a ruined temple not far in front of him, just in time to take shelter from the rain and take a rest by the way.

Speed ​​up and move forward.

"Boom~"

"Crash~"

The weather is a woman's face, and it can change when it changes. When Mu Changan ran into the ruined temple, his body was already stained with water.

The ruined temple is not big, only more than 20 square meters, and there is nothing but a pile of hay and firewood.

Mu Changan piled up a pile of hay, sat down on it, propped his little head up and started to be in a daze.

Five minutes later, Mu Changan took out the book Three Forms of Dragon Pattern and read it, preparing to practice martial arts.

Three Styles of Dragon Pattern, as the name suggests, there are only three styles in total, and they are introduced in the form of illustrations, but each style has quite a lot of postures, with more than ten pages.

Mu Chang calmed down and read it carefully. It was like reading a comic book. It was very interesting. Mu Changan carefully observed the poses of villains on every page.

The starting position, the knife-holding position, and the knife-exiting position are the first form.

Dancing knife style, back knife style, unloading knife style is the second style.

The knife-receiving style is the third style.

Slowly, the villain on the page began to dance as if he had a soul, and it was deeply imprinted in Mu Changan's mind.

"敪~"

The Dragon Pattern Knife was taken out by Mu Changan at some point. Mu Changan swung the book in his left hand and the knife in his right hand freely in this ruined temple, echoing the villain in the book.

Wisps of spiritual energy leaked out, Mu Changan's eyebrows were like a phoenix, his eyes were like a dragon, and his body was like a tiger.

With a knife, it pierced the air silently.

One knife, full of domineering.

Exhausted.

Mu Changan withdrew the Dragon Pattern Saber, and sat down on the ground panting for breath. This saber technique was too overbearing and exhausted. After practicing the three moves, he was already exhausted, and a full third of his spiritual energy was consumed.

"I don't think it's as difficult as the practice training class said?" Mu Changan put the Dragon Pattern Three Styles back into the storage bag and took out a ham sausage, muttering while eating.

Practice training class refers to a training class for practitioners created by the state or private individuals after the recovery of spiritual energy, the purpose is to guide practitioners how to practice.

Of course, the condition to be added must also be a practitioner, and the tuition fee is not cheap, and the fee is still Lingshi.

Ergouzi's family in the county once wanted Ergouzi to study in a practice training class, but he dropped out of school after only three months of study because the tuition fee was too high to afford.

However, according to Er Gouzi who came back to show off to him, there was an instructor in the training class explaining a book of exercises brought out from the ruins, and it took the smartest students a month to comprehend the fur.

For this, they were greatly praised by the instructor.

Although Mu Changan didn't know the grade of the other party's kung fu, he thought it would not be higher than the third dragon pattern. After practicing the third dragon pattern, he obviously found that his proficiency in mastering it had improved a lot. It has been mastered, but it has been engraved in the heart. As long as you practice frequently in the future, you will reach great success sooner or later.

"It seems that the so-called genius is not very good!" Mu Changan thought happily while biting the ham sausage.

"Da da da~"

Suddenly, there were hurried footsteps outside.

Mu Changan frowned slightly, with one hand resting on the Dragon Pattern Knife, staring at the entrance of the ruined temple.

As the heavy rain fell, a bald and stout man ran in through the rain with someone on his shoulders.

However, the person is tied up, looking at the body shape and the long hair that falls on the shawl, it should be a woman.

Saw people again, and...

Robbery?

The stout man obviously didn't expect that there were still people in this wilderness. The moment he came in, he saw Mu Changan and stopped in his tracks, staring at Mu Changan solemnly.

Mu Changan was a little embarrassed, and the other party was also a little embarrassed.

In the end both fell silent.

After a long while, the burly man moved first, walked to one side and put the person on his shoulders down, but kept staring at Mu Changan from the corner of his eye, for fear that he would make a sneak attack.

Mu Changan didn't move, and continued to chew the ham sausage.

As for the stout man, he was actually very curious from the bottom of his heart.

Because according to the previous speculation, the stout man should be a human belonging to this world, that is, the so-called alien from another world.

Mu Changan really wanted to communicate with the other party and learn more about this world.

But the other party's defensiveness is obviously very strong, and because he is a man, Mu Chang'an usually refuses to chat with a creature like a man, especially this kind of vile man. After thinking about it, he can only give up.

Feeling a little hungry, Mu Changan got up and began to gather some hay and firewood together, and took out a lighter from his backpack to start a fire.

"Crack~crack~crack"

The sound was particularly loud in this empty ruined temple, attracting the eyes of the stout man.

There was a look of surprise in the eyes of the stout man, it was inconceivable that such a small object could produce fire.

Mu Changan didn't care about these things. After the bonfire was lit, Mu Changan set up a simple shelf, took out a small pot of boiling water from his backpack, and put it on it.

He took out a few bottles of mineral water from the storage bag, opened them and poured them in.

After everything was ready, Mu Changan took out the bagged instant noodles and opened them, put the noodles into the pot, tore off the seasoning packet and poured them in together.

Soon, a faint wave began to overflow.

Mu Changan sniffed his nose. It was the happiest thing to be able to eat a bowl of hot instant noodles on a cold day.

It's just that Mu Chang'an's operation made him look dumbfounded at the thick and strong man on the other side. Even the person who put it down opened his eyes at some point, and looked at Mu Chang'an curiously.

"Cuckoo ~~"

As the water boils, the aroma of the instant noodles becomes even stronger.

"Gudu~"

The stout man's stomach screamed involuntarily, with an embarrassing expression on his face.

Seeing that the water was almost boiling, Mu Changan picked up the big bowl and a pair of chopsticks that had been prepared, and started to scoop up noodles to eat.

"Shh~~"

After a mouthful of instant noodles, my whole body is warm.

"Laotan sauerkraut noodles, you deserve it!"

As soon as Mu Changan finished admiring, he saw a thick and strong man standing up and walking towards Mu Changan, holding a big knife in his hand.

This is about to be robbed.

Mu Chang'an had long expected that the other party would not be able to be so peaceful, so he put down the bowl and was about to speak, when the burly man slashed at him directly.

Mu Changan hurriedly dodged sideways, picked up his Dragon Pattern Saber, and distanced himself from the burly man.

The burly man was obviously also a practitioner, a long knife was danced by him fiercely, the blade was sharp and full of murderous aura.

"Qiang~"

Mu Changan drew out the Dragon Pattern Knife to fight against it. With a sound of 'dang', Mu Changan took three steps back, his chest felt tight, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Arm strength is so strong!

Mu Changan was frightened, his right hand holding the Dragon Pattern Saber trembled slightly, and the tiger's mouth was in burning pain.

(End of this chapter)