Kaleidoscope open the door

Since ancient times, no one has died, and he will die sooner or later... What reason and qualification to look down on others?

"Clearly younger than me, I always pretend to be mature."

The nameless and playful made a grimace at Bai Lu, then shook his head and looked at Bai Lu left and right, and sighed lightly:

"No matter how many times I look at it, I am envious. Can't you really teach me how big it is?"

Although Bai Lu was accustomed to the age and body of her children, she preferred to look like sixteen or seventeen when fighting. At this time, Wuming was envious.

Bai Lu said lightly after hearing the words:

"Didn't you try? The most basic chakras can't be refined."

"Huh..."

Wuming puffed up her small face and was very depressed. She had seen Bailu's Chakra, a kind of blue energy, but she couldn't condense it anyway.

Bai Lu looked at Wuming, pondered for a few seconds and said:

"If you really want to learn, there is no way, but it hurts, and you have to stick to it, but after you adapt, it will be very comfortable and will increase your strength. Should you try?

Wuming was shocked when he heard the words, and then his pretty face flushed, and he took two steps back, giving Bailu a glare in his beautiful eyes.

"I treat you as a friend, how can you think of that kind of thing! Abnormal!"

"what are you saying?"

Bai Lu frowned slightly, but was kindly scolded instead.

He suddenly remembered that there was a physical skill in his grandpa's development materials that he had inspired to develop when he ran away.

With his example, there is no need to doubt the effect of training, but the process of cultivation is very difficult, not only must have the perseverance to endure pain, but also the perseverance.

However, once trained, physical strength alone is comparable to forbearance, and the amount of chakras has increased sharply. Even if there is no chakra who has practiced to the extreme, they can even have a shadow-level chakra.

Anyone who loses must have something to gain. The price paid for the strength of forcibly gained without talent is also very serious. According to inference, the higher the level of cultivation, the heavier the damage to oneself, and even in the end, I am afraid that he will die from exhaustion.

Bailu's runaway is different. His physique is considered to be an immortal human body, but in some respects it is stronger than the immortal body. The runaway is supported by huge reserve energy and tyrannical recovery power.

Ordinary people are overdrawing their potential, and they will undoubtedly die after an instant of glory.

Carrying out this kind of training with the body of Kabbah, the final result will definitely be better than ordinary people.

Bai Lu didn't intend to give it all to Wuming either. The thing that was listed as a forbidden technique would at most not cause much harm to the first half of his own, but in the end he was inexplicably scolded.

The sound of footsteps, which is obviously different from that of ordinary people, is introduced into the ears from the front carriage and is constantly approaching.

Bai Lu loosened his eyebrows, he was not a cheap bone, he would stick it up after being scolded, shook his head and said:

"Forget it if you don't want to, someone is coming, put on your coat quickly."

"Oh."

Wuming seemed to be aware of what he had misunderstood, and even more aware that Bailu's attitude towards him was a little colder than before. Some of them bowed their heads and put on their coats in a bad mood, covering the light behind their heart.

Dangdang

Someone knocked on the iron door, and a familiar voice rang outside the door.

"I am Laisu."

Chapter 16 The Way of Bailu

The cooling water tank of the Iron City needs to be repaired and supplemented with cooling water. The survivors also asked for memorials and prayers for the relatives who died in the Xianjin Post. In the orange glow of the setting sun, the Iron City was stopped at a relatively flat water supply point.

Along the track, the Iron Fortress was connected end to end to form a circular car wall. Under the protection of the samurai, the young and strong man went to the nearby forest to cut wood and obtain the wood needed for the evening religious service.

The steam craftsman seized the time to inspect and maintain the outer armor of the Iron City, repair the cooling water tank, replace the armor, and supplement the cooling water source.

The sky was getting dark, and when the last ray of sun disappeared, a bonfire was burning in the open space in the middle of the car wall. The stakes that were just cut were still wet, and thick smoke billowed into the sky.

God seems to be taking care of these survivors, the wind is not strong, and the smoke is not blown everywhere.

The blazing bonfire dispelled the darkness and glowed and gave survivors a touch of comfort.

The elderly monk wearing a robe, sitting cross-legged in front of the bonfire, whispering speedily and unceasingly, the Buddhist scriptures in Sanskrit that few people understand transcend the souls of the dead.

The survivors who participated in the memorial ceremony did not understand what the monks were talking about, but it did not affect their mourning and nostalgia for the deceased. Even three or four-year-old children who did not know the world were also following the'Namo Amitabha Buddha'—— —

Bailu and Wuming are foreign visitors. Bailu only knows Siwen. He doesn't know the relationship between Wuming and Siwen. In short, the two of them have no relatives at Xianjin Post, so they don't have to participate in the ritual that suppresses sadness.

Da da da--

Among the empty carriages.

Wuming sat on a square wooden box, changed into a yellow printed kimono from Sifang Chuanchang, holding a thread-bound book of "Army of War" in one hand, keeping his eyes close to the book, and playing with the sword in the other hand. Yu, the red ball fell on the bamboo pole and made a crisp sound.

Bai Lu also unfolded a scroll to study the ninjutsu record left by grandpa above.

Of course, it's not grandpa's original, but an attachment copied by himself.

The Art of Flying Thunder God!

Time and space ninjutsu, to be precise, only involves space.

Even so, the principle used to be very complicated and obscure in Bailu's eyes, but now it makes sense, and even draws inferences about it.

Is it because of the kaleidoscope?

Bai Lu secretly guessed that both of his kaleidoscopes are related to space, and can even cross the barriers of the world, travel between the two worlds, and enter and exit the kaleidoscope space many times.

With the experience of space movement, although it has not been summed up, when looking at the similar flying Thunder God technique, it is naturally much easier to understand than before.

I don't know when the monk's chanting disappeared, and the outside became a little noisy. People gathered in twos and threes to talk about each other's pain and their prospects and expectations for the future.

Wuming looked out from the narrow observation port and saw that the sacrifice was over. She had no intention of reading, put down the military book, and said to Bai Lu with a lively expression:

"The sacrifice is over, let's go out and have a look. It's too boring in the carriage."

Bai Lu didn't move when he heard the words. He kept his eyes on the scroll and didn't lift his head. He said lightly:

"Go by yourself, remember to ask Miss Sifangchuan to be on guard, Kabane is coming soon."

"Hey? How come, I didn't feel it."

Wuming heard this and was shocked, stood up, and looked out vigilantly close to the observation port.

The body of Kabaneri's Kabanner can feel the Kabanner within a certain range. There was indeed a passing feeling before, but nothing was discovered, and there was only one in number.