I Just Memorized The Plot. Did You Tell Me To Change The Script?

"So we're out fighting to the death, and you're here taking a hot bath and getting snacks?"

In the cave, Ning Yingluo, who had returned, said with dissatisfaction.

"I've been fighting in the ruins for so long, why can't I enjoy it? Let's play music and dance!"

Xie Chun'an narrowed his eyes, holding melon seeds in his hands, while soothing light music was playing on the speakers nearby.

"You will enjoy it!" Ning Yingluo muttered, then went to sit down on the soft cushions to rest.

Song Ci's face twitched when he saw this scene: "Brother, I understand the truth. What do you mean by setting up a pot to boil yourself?"

Xiaohan looked thoughtful: "I've seen this before, stew yourself in an iron pot!"

"After all, the conditions are limited when you go out. If you want to soak in hot water, you can only do this." Xie Chun explained simply.

However, the rest of the people obviously didn't think so.

Everyone else is looking forward and backward in the ruins, risking their own lives. Is it reasonable for you to study hot baths here?

"Where's the beginning of the month?" Ning Yingluo counted the number of people and asked.

"She went out to practice."

Of course Xie Chun would not say that An Chuo couldn't stand the chicken soup he fed him, so he chose to stay out of sight and went out to find a quiet place to practice.

Ning Yingluo glared at him: "She only has first-level strength at the beginning of the month, so aren't you afraid that she will be in danger outside?"

"Don't worry, everyone is watching."

Since learning the skill to enhance mental power, Xie Chun has developed some new functions.

Apart from the offline Dou Di Master-shaped card recorder, which is of little use, there are other things such as using mental power to explore the surrounding scene, or locking the mental imprint on a person to observe the target's status. very useful.

The only problem now is that his detection range is limited, and when all his mental power is released, it can only cover an arc with a radius of about one kilometer.

As for the range of the spiritual mark, it is estimated that there is a limit. He hasn't had time to find someone to test it. At least An Chuu can still sense it while he is practicing in a cave several hundred meters away.

Xiaohan asked curiously: "If she is really in danger, are you going to rescue her naked?"

"Do you understand the value of one-click outfit change?"

Xie Chun glanced at her and then asked, "What have you been doing exploring outside these two days?"

"Look for food, and see if there are any rare treasures."

Ning Yingluo summed it up casually: "Xiaohan said there was a place that she wanted to explore after you woke up, so she didn't take you too far."

Xie Chun nodded clearly: "Then the question is, where is your food?"

No matter how you look at it, these people should have come back empty-handed.

"Senior brother, that's it. There is still some dragon meat left, so we didn't go hunting." Song Ci said slowly.

Xie Chun had a flash of inspiration: "If you put it like that, I haven't eaten dragon meat before. I really need to try it."

He jumped out of the pot wrapped in a bath towel. After wiping himself dry, he came up with a one-click costume change, and then asked: "Where is the dragon meat?"

"It's still near the previous altar. Let us hide it." Song Ci volunteered: "I will take you there."

"Okay." Xie Chunshun pointed the direction to Ning Yingluo: "It's in the cave over there at the beginning of the month. You call her back just in time for lunch."

Ning Yingluo hummed, her expression indifferent.

Xie Chun followed Song Ci all the way north, and the surrounding scenery kept retreating.

"Is it this far?"

After walking for a few minutes, Xie Chun didn't even see the shadow of the altar.

"After senior brother passed out before, the state of the rest of us was not very good either."

Song Ci quickly explained: "So in order to prevent anyone from being attracted by the noise of the fighting at that time, we took you as far as we could."

He thought for a while and came up with a solution: "How about I use the flying sword to get the meat back? Then we can just wait here."

Xie Chun asked in surprise: "How to get the flying sword?"

He has studied sword control and flying swords before, and he can also control swords with Qi, but it is not like he can fly very far and still control how to cut a piece of meat back.

The most he can do is control the flying sword to fight with the enemy, and due to his low proficiency, he may overturn.

"Just take it back under control."

Song Ci said this, flipped his hand, and a flying sword flew out of his body, flew directly into the distance and disappeared.

Xie Chun was silent for a few seconds. After confirming that the flying sword was nowhere to be seen, he said strangely: "It's beyond your field of vision. Can you still recall your sword now?"

"Of course." Song Ci was a little surprised when he heard this: "Senior brother, did you forget to attach spiritual consciousness to your flying sword?"

"As long as you attach your spiritual consciousness, you can see the field of vision around Feijian?"

"yes."

Xie Chun learned this time that his wild background was certainly not comparable to an orthodox swordsman like Song Ci.

In addition to what the system gave him, he just figured it out by himself, and he often thought that this would work.

There must be a certain difference from the Sword Sect's upright sect.

In other words, the orthodox way of flying swords is not to use spiritual energy to control and fight the enemy, but to control it through spiritual consciousness?

Then the question came. In his understanding, spiritual consciousness should be similar to mental power, so how can spiritual consciousness be attached to the sword?

This thing is not like playing a game. You can enchant the orbs to the equipment with just a click of a button.

While he was deep in thought, Song Ci's flying sword had already flown back with a large piece of meat, confirming that what he said was true.

The flying sword attached to the divine consciousness can really fly back.

Xie Chun couldn't help but said: "Junior brother, how do you raise this flying sword? Teach me how to do it?"

"This..." Song Ci hesitated: "I have been cultivating this flying sword for nearly ten years. Raising a flying sword is not something that can be accomplished in a day."

Is there such a thing?

"If it's convenient, just tell me the process briefly."

"This is not inconvenient. There are many ways to raise your own flying sword."

Song Ci thought for a while and simply said: "If you want to develop a natal flying sword, you must continue to nourish it with spiritual energy every day, and nourish your Yun with your heart and blood every once in a while. Only then can you develop a sword that perfectly suits you." My own flying sword.”

It sounds troublesome.

But it’s really cool to control flying swords to kill randomly. If you can learn it, it’s better to learn how to do it.

"Would it be difficult to keep hundreds or even thousands of these flying swords?"

Xie Chun was thinking about the move Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Clan that he had never completed before.

At that time, he tried to use spiritual energy to control three or five weapons at the same time, but it didn't work. He thought it was because of insufficient cultivation.

Now it seems that the problem is that the flying sword has not been cultivated before. When he masters it, thousands of flying swords will attack together.

The main one is full of power.

"Flying swords...how many hundred more?" Song Ci said speechlessly: "Senior brother, do you want to sell flying swords wholesale?"

"It doesn't matter, just tell me if you can do it."

"It can be done, but there's a problem."

"What?"

"With so many flying swords cultivated with your hard work, I'm afraid you will die here due to lack of blood supply."

"..."

"Forget it then."

One or two handfuls of this stuff are useless.