On the Seven Towers

It was still the forest under the moonlight, and Xiao Chen was still leading the way. The team was larger than when they came, but it was still as silent. Unlike before, where everyone was full of fighting spirit and anger, the current team is calm and cold.

When Xiao Chen looked back at the team, he saw Zhang Sicheng struggling to move forward. His strong body was full of fatigue, and his straight waist was bent under pressure. He is not walking alone, he is carrying Professor Lin on his back.

This Northeastern man did not agree with Xiao Chen's suggestion to bury the professor in the mountains anyway, so he stubbornly tied him to his back with a safety rope and walked home.

Some mountain roads were already very steep, and Zhang Sicheng struggled even more. He almost missed and fell several times, but he still refused the help of Shi Hao and Li Tianrui and climbed alone using his hands and feet.

Ye Zi ran to Xiao Chen and whispered: "Teacher Zhang won't be able to return to school like this. How about... snatch it and replace it with someone else?"

Xiao Chen shook his head and said: "Don't mess around. He can't pass the test in his heart now. Do you think he only carried Professor Lin on his back? He carried an entire village of goblins on his back."

"He is a good man, but he is too much of a mother-in-law." Ye Zi sighed, "I am not as old as you, and I do not have as much experience as you, but I know that we were both on the battlefield just now. We cannot look at the encounters on the battlefield with ordinary eyes. Otherwise, you will get trapped and go crazy.”

Xiao Chen looked at Ye Zi with some surprise, not expecting that she would say such a thing.

"Do you know 'Wu De'?" Ye Zi asked.

"I've seen it in martial arts novels. It probably says that people who practice martial arts must be moral and not use their martial arts skills to bully others, right? You have to be honest in your fights, and your methods shouldn't be too despicable, right?" Xiao Chen asked with some uncertainty.

Ye Zi smiled and said: "That is a woman's kindness. According to what you said, it is no different from what we usually call a good man. Then why do you add the word '武' in front of the word 'virtue'?"

"Is that what Sun Tzu said: 'A general is wise, trustworthy, benevolent, courageous and strict'?" Xiao Chen asked again.

"We're close." She looked ahead, a little distracted, as if she was reminiscing. "My family is also a martial arts family. My grandfather once told me that martial arts was born out of war. Wu means fighting, and virtue is a rule. . The so-called martial ethics is a code that those who fight should uphold. The most important thing is how to treat my relationship with the enemy. He said to me, those who invade our soil and kill our people will harm our interests. , we call them enemies. Those who do not show mercy, do not show courtesy, do not maintain faith, and do not show compassion in return, but only destroy their bodies and sever their hearts. Sympathy is never something that can be given to an enemy.

"Their older generation came from the war years and are different from us." Xiao Chen whispered, "I understand that the goblins are all our enemies. Even the little goblins are part of the enemy. If there is a chance, they They would stab me with a knife without hesitation, but I still can’t forget their expressions as they fell to the ground and stared at the sky.”

Ye Zi's expression suddenly softened, and he said sadly: "Senior, in fact, what I said before was all to comfort you. I haven't gone through that test myself."

"Thank you. If we want to survive, we can only throw away a lot of things. We have degenerated in the greenhouse of modern civilization for a long time. Sometimes civilization and weakness are like two sides of the same coin. After leaving the civilized world, we must How can we survive without paying some price? Not only do we have to throw away something, but we also have to get something back. However, throwing away something that is ingrained in our bones is like scraping a bone to heal a wound, which is unbearable. Recovering something that has been lost for a long time is like fishing for the moon in the water, and you may not be able to get what you want. However, you made me understand these things. You are amazing, thank you!" Xiao Chen gave Ye Zi a smile, but Ye Zi smiled. Zi felt that there were many things in this smile that she didn't understand yet.

Xiao Chen waved to the back, "Everyone, try harder. There is an open space not far ahead, uphill, where we can take a rest."

The uphill road was a bit steep, and Zhang Sicheng was still unwilling to accept help from others. However, he was almost reaching his limit. When he was approaching the top, his hand suddenly slipped, his foot went weak, and he fell down. Xiao Chen had already reached the top at this time, watching helplessly as he fell but there was nothing he could do. Shi Hao, who was walking behind him, fell down along with him. Seeing the two of them rolling down the slope of nearly 60 degrees, a tragedy was about to happen.

At this time, dozens of silk threads flew out from Xiao Chen's side at high speed. One end of these threads was connected to Morey's hands, and the other end entangled the two people who were falling from all angles. The shining silver threads entangled the two people. Like a bug caught in a spider's web. Morey was carried forward by the weight of his lower body. Xiao Chen reacted quickly and hugged him around the waist.

With the help of Xiao Chen, Ye Zi, Li Tianrui and others, Morey stabilized his body, and everyone worked together to slowly pull them up.

Xiao Chen walked over, untied the rope around Zhang Sicheng's waist, picked up Professor Lin's body, and placed it in a clean open space. Then he said to Zhang Sicheng seriously: "Teacher Zhang, what you should do now is take this body with you." Team up to prevent anything like Professor Lin from happening to anyone, instead of just pursuing your own relief and peace.”

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In the forest glade, several bonfires illuminated several figures. Xiao Chen and Ye Zi were using a camping stove to boil water. A small pot was set up. The water was poured from a mountain stream on the road. The hunter who was rescued walked around the camp and picked some mushrooms and fruits. He handed them to Ye Zi respectfully and carefully, indicating that she could put them into the water to make a pot of mushroom and fruit soup. Morey sat next to the fire, playing with a lighter curiously. Shi Hao and Li Tianrui were holding guns and sitting at two corners of the temporary camp, watching the surroundings vigilantly as they acted as security guards.

Zhang Sicheng sat cross-legged on the ground, silently looking after Professor Lin's body, not knowing what he was thinking. At this time, Zhao Rui walked past the fire and came to Zhang Sicheng.

He hesitated, looked at Zhang Sicheng who lowered his head and said nothing for a while, and said in a low voice: "Bury the teacher under that big tree." Zhang Sicheng raised his head and glanced at him, then looked in the direction he pointed. Next to it, there is a tall tree with a thick trunk and a large crown. The most strange thing is that its leaves show a deep purple under the firelight.

Zhao Rui walked to the professor's body and took out a dark purple leaf from his jacket pocket. "This is the last new tree species that the teacher discovered before he was arrested. This leaf...isn't it beautiful? The teacher likes it very much." , I said "This tree is so beautiful" several times, and I also drew a sketch of this tree, planning to give it a good name when I go back. "

"I can carry him. I want to take him home." Zhang Sicheng whispered.

"That's not our home at all. Our home is gone a long time ago!" Zhao Rui seemed to be offended, his voice was loud, "The teacher has dedicated his whole life to trees. Bury the teacher under the tree he likes, let his What's wrong with being able to find comfort in heaven? I don't want to pity you, you just have to fall to death from exhaustion!"

He walked to the place where everyone was stacking bags, pulled out a folding engineer shovel, then walked under the big tree and started digging. The sound of shoveling dirt was a bit harsh. Seeing this, Xiao Chen also went to get a shovel and a pickaxe, handed the shovel to Zhang Sicheng, and said: "As a student, he should know his teacher better."

With the combined efforts of everyone, Professor Lin was buried under the tree. Zhang Sicheng was convinced. After covering the last handful of earth for Professor Lin, he knelt in front of his tomb and kowtowed three times.

Xiao Chen drew out his dagger and poured some spiritual power into it, and the red flames covered the dagger. He carefully carved "Professor Lin Youping's Tomb" on the trunk of the big tree with a dagger. Wherever the dagger touched, the trunk was left with deep scorch marks.

However, just after he finished writing the word 'Tomb', a ray of light flashed across the word 'Tomb', and then slowly turned dull.

"What's going on? What are you doing?" Everyone was surprised, but Zhao Rui was the first to jump out and question. However, Xiao Chen himself was confused and naturally couldn't answer this question.

However, Morey, who had been watching them, said to Zhao Rui: "You should be grateful to him. This is a simple magic circle that can allow the deceased to return to the embrace of the earth quietly and avoid being disturbed by animals and turning the corpse into an undead."

Zhao Rui moved his hand towards the word "tomb" and felt a gentle resistance above the tomb blocking his hand from moving forward. He was so frightened that he retracted his hand.

"You mean, I drew a magic circle?" Xiao Chen leaned over and took a closer look. The character 'Tomb' was indeed different from the other characters. He could faintly feel that his spiritual power was attached to it and was constantly running. .

"I didn't expect that you are a master and can carve a magic circle with only a magic sword without using any other materials!" Morerao said with a surprised look.

"I'm just carving words." Xiao Chen felt even more confused.

"We call this kind of writing 'magic script' because it is naturally related to magic. According to legend, the gods associate this kind of writing with the magical power of the world. If you use strong spiritual power and special materials to write magic script in a specific font , will produce various magical effects. But being able to carve a pattern with a sword like this... I have only heard of it in the legends of saint-level magicians. This requires extremely huge mental power. And a deep understanding of magic. Don’t you know these things? Are you a wild mage? Every magician with inheritance should be very clear."

Only then did Xiao Chen realize that the spiritual power he poured into the dagger was left in the glyphs when he wrote. He remembered that when he wrote the word tomb, he felt a little sad, so he increased the intensity. Unexpectedly, it just met the requirements of the word 'tomb', and it turned into a miniature magic circle.

He knew that there were some things that could not be hidden from people like Morey who really knew what he was doing, so it was better to be honest than to be secretive. He pulled Morey to a corner of the camp, avoiding the others and said, "I have just come into contact with magic, and I got the scroll by accident. There are many unclear things. I hope you can ask for advice."

"Just came into contact with magic? How is that possible? Did you release that exploding scroll?" This time it was Morey's turn to be surprised.

"That's right."

"Just outside the wall?"

"yes."

"No one else to help?"

"Only Zhang Sicheng shot the scroll in with an arrow."

Morey held his chin with one hand and looked at Xiao Chen repeatedly, as if he wanted to see something wrong on his face.

"Either you are a liar, or you are a wizard." Morey said with a serious expression: "I am very sensitive to mental power. When you used the scroll outside the camp that day, part of the mental power escaped, allowing I feel something vaguely, and I can detect the violent, grand and profound artistic conception hidden in it. This is not like the temperament of a beginner at all. I feel... you are like an ancient beast that has not fully awakened!"

Xiao Chen was a little surprised when he heard such a comment, and couldn't help but said, "Why don't I know I'm so powerful?"

Morey shook his head and said: "Do you think it is so easy to destroy a camp with a scroll? Ordinary middle and low-level magicians can't do it! What's more, what you used is not what was originally written on the scroll. Magic, right? You just use the scroll as a carrier to absorb the fire energy, and then simply and violently explode it. I have only seen such domineering spiritual power from the great magician."

That's just the uncontrollable part. That kind of power can only be used for destruction, so it doesn't belong to me yet. Xiao Chen thought to himself.

Morey added: "But since you came out of the camp, I have never seen you use magic again. Whether it's to save people or dig holes, you can't use magic to solve problems, and you don't know anything about magic texts. I guess you are a wild mage with no inheritance. Maybe you have developed strong mental power on your own, but you don’t know how to use magic. I never expected that you are a beginner with extremely high mental power.”

"According to you, my mental power has reached the level of a high-level mage?"

"No, far from it. You lack understanding of magic and lack of control over mental power. You are like a little tiger. With its natural sharp teeth and sharp mouth, you can swallow a dead rabbit in two mouthfuls, but you have to catch the rabbit yourself. , I can’t catch it no matter what.”

"But a tiger is a tiger after all, right?" Xiao Chen

Morey smiled and nodded, "Yes, as long as he can grow up, he will become a tiger."

Xiao Chen was a little excited. Hearing what Morey said, he seemed to have a very high starting point and good talent, and this Morey was much more knowledgeable than the book spirit in "Shadow of the Sea of ​​Knowledge". He immediately made up his mind and asked Said: "Can you teach me?"

"I am an alchemist who makes magic items and potions, but I should be able to give you some help based on magic, but I have a condition."

"Please tell me."

Morey took out the lighter and lit a flame, "I am very interested in your origins and want to see more of these things."