Book-traveling villain: The saint is trained into a witch at the beginning

In the following two incense sticks, Lu Xiaohu listened carefully to all the stories about Feng Lingtian.

After drinking the large bowl of tea that had been cold, Lu Xiaohu walked out of the teahouse with mixed feelings.

The battle in which Feng Lingtian was martyred took place less than a day after Lu Xiaohu left the barracks.

Remembering his loyalty and bravery, the sect leader used forbidden magic to resurrect him, and also gave him the ability to cultivate demon arts.

Since then, the figure of a girl wearing ink armor, holding a black gun, and always accompanied by a masked girl has been deeply imprinted in everyone's minds.

Wherever there is a monster to make trouble, the two will appear there, kill it with thunder, and protect the safety of innocent people.

No matter how low the intelligence of the monsters is, they also know how to write "death".

Over time, with the Broken Sword Pass as the center, within a radius of more than ten miles, the demon beasts were almost extinct.

Now nearly thirty percent of the people in the Broken Sword Pass were rescued from the mouth of the demon beast by the "ghost queen" and the "demon general".

In the tone of passers-by, Lu Xiaohu could clearly feel his heartfelt admiration and admiration for Feng Lingtian.

However, Lu Xiaohu couldn't be happy.

Outsiders don't know, but the veterans who follow Feng Lingtian know that he doesn't care about any military exploits at all, and he doesn't care about any high-ranking officials.

He often said to his subordinates, half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Where am I a little god of war, I'm just a soldier who doesn't want to die." If

it weren't for the brother Feng Lingtian who couldn't let go of his brother who was born and died around him, he might have taken off his armor and returned to his hometown, and his wife and children were hot every day, living an ordinary and happy life.

But now ......

Although he was temporarily "resurrected" by the forbidden art, he had already died once after all.

Souls that should have re-entered samsara are forcibly left in the world and will gradually be eroded.

Someday, this erosion will gather into a tower of sand and turn him into a terrible ghost who has lost his mind.

Not to mention that he still frequently goes out of the city to fight, and the resentful spirits of the demon beasts he killed will only accelerate this process.

"Alas, creation makes people......" Lu Xiaohu sighed and walked silently towards the barracks.

......

On the other side, Feng Lingtian was in his room, engrossed in the thrush for Feng Ruoxi.

They are all puppets made by Weeping Blood, Feng Ruoxi is like him, there is no blood all over his body, his face is iron-blue, and his lips are black.

Feng Lingtian couldn't bear to see a girl in the flowering season showing off her appearance as no one or a ghost, so he would help her cover up with makeup every day.

Just as he finished the last stroke, Feng Ruoxi's dull eyes suddenly trembled.

She looked around, reached for another eyebrow pencil, and began to clumsily mimic the movements of the wind.

As a result, the position of the drawing is slightly off, and the area is slightly inappropriate.

Blackened and thickened his eyebrows on the spot, turning him into a spiritual guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Feng Lingtian sat there quietly, letting her scribble on her face, her eyes full of surprise.

Being able to make this action on her own means that her consciousness has recovered a little more!

During this time, as long as he is free, he will let go of the control of the weeping blood record and let her act according to her own ideas.

While scribbling with an eyebrow pencil isn't a major breakthrough, it's at least a good start.

Knock knock -

at this moment, there was a knock on the door of the stormy sky.

Feng Lingtian helped Feng Ruoxi put on a veil and went to open the door.

"General Wind, there's a man outside...... Poof!

" "Hahahahahaha!" "

Yes, I'm sorry, General Wind...... Puff...... I didn't laugh, I really didn't laugh!" "

Hahahaha

......" "......" The corners of Feng Lingtian's eyes twitched slightly, and he helplessly wiped a handful on his face, and cleaned up the Dao drawn by the eyebrow pencil with a demonic aura, "What are you looking for me?"

"Ahem......" The soldier cleared his throat and suppressed the corners of his mouth that was frantically upturned, "There is a person who calls himself Lu Xiaohu, who says that he is your old department and wants to meet you." "

Lu Xiaohu, why did he come back?" Feng Lingtian said in surprise, "Where is he now?"

"He was just outside the barracks gate. The soldier replied.

Feng Lingtian immediately changed his clothes and rushed outside the barracks.

"You kid didn't stay in Xianmen well, why did you run back again?" Feng Lingtian punched Lu Xiaohu on the shoulder, just like when the two of them were marching outside before, "How long has it been since you were homesick?"

"Brother Feng......" Lu Xiaohu's eyes were a little moist.

"Okay, what does the big man cry like? Feng Lingtian's eyes widened, "Hold it back for me!"

Lu Xiaohu instantly burst into tears and laughed, jokingly: "Brother Feng, I am no longer your soldier."

Seeing that he was still the same, the stone hanging in Lu Xiaohu's heart was finally put down.

Due to Feng Lingtian's military affairs, he couldn't leave for too long, so the two of them drank two cups in the big canteen of the barracks.

"Brother Feng, I'm here today, in fact, I want to collect the brothers' opinions on Shentu, so that I can continue to improve. Lu Xiaohu picked up the wine jar and filled Feng Lingtian with a bowl, and said, "Judging from the internal intelligence I have gotten, there may be a big move in the Western Regions recently. "

Well, I'll leave my usual collection of records to you in a moment. Feng Lingtian's expression also became serious, "However, after all, I am only one person, and I cannot represent all soldiers."

"If you have enough time, I suggest you visit the soldiers at the grassroots level.

"And don't just collect at the Broken Sword Pass, the opinions of other passes are also very important.

Lu Xiaohu was woken up by Feng Lingtian's words, and his heart was overjoyed: "Thank you big brother for your advice!"

......

After reporting to the sect and applying for an extra seven days of going out, Lu Xiaohu immediately got into the midst of the ordinary soldiers, answered their questions, and patiently listened to their opinions.

Feng Lingtian went to the exercise ground to supervise the training of new recruits.

In this way, without anyone noticing, Feng Ruoxi, who was supposed to be sitting in the room and waiting, didn't know what signal he received, and actually pushed the door and ran out.

At this time, it was slightly dark, and it was the time when the soldiers in the barracks took turns to eat.

Seeing that the "General's Wife" was dangling alone in the barracks, everyone began to mumble.

A few people who were more thoughtful felt that something was not quite right, so they got together and summed it up, and separated one person to look for Feng Lingtian in the exercise ground, and the other few followed behind Feng Ruoxi not far away to prevent her from having any accidents.

Like a kitten looking for a fishy smell in the air, Feng Ruoxi first wandered aimlessly through the camp for a while, and then locked on the direction.

And he didn't need to walk anymore, he stepped on the flying sword directly and galloped away.

The few soldiers behind her were dumbfounded, even if they had six more legs, it would be impossible for them to fly as fast as an immortal

!" "If you look at the direction, it seems to be a granary over there!" One person stomped his foot in a hurry, "Or ...... Let's send

flares!" "Since there have been several cases where the granary has been ransacked by monsters due to poor guarding and slow troop mobilization, each soldier in the Broken Sword Pass has been issued with three signal flares.

The red color represents the attack on the granary.

But before he could take out the flares, two or three red flares were fired by others in the direction of the granary.

Outside the granary.

The wind was like a long sword out of its sheath, and there was already a little blood on the blade.

Standing across from him was a man in an ordinary military uniform.

Despite a large cut in his back, he endured the pain and pulled out a very ugly smile.

"Senior sister, it's me, I'm senior brother, don't you know me?"