After ten minutes.

Yang Ziming couldn't help but whisper: "Is it OK now?"

Qian Xiwen looked at the mountain demon's ups and downs, listened to the snoring sounds like thunder in his ears, and nodded, "It should be almost done."

Yang Ziming immediately wanted to rush over.

"Wait." Qian Xiwen grabbed his friend.

In Yang Ziming's puzzled gaze, Qian Xiwen gently hit the mountain monster from a small stone the size of a thumb on the ground.

With a "bang", the stone hit the mountain demon's belly. It flicked twice and then fell to the ground, rolling and hitting the base of the wall.

The mountain monster's snoring suddenly slowed down.

Yang Ziming's heart was raised.

When he found that the mountain demon snoring became louder again, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm scared to death, what are you doing?" Yang Ziming complained.

Qian Xiwen pointed to the mountain demon's two claws.

Even though it was already asleep, it still held the book tightly.

"If you don't try it, how can you steal the book later?" Qian Xiwen asked back.

Yang Ziming thought about it and felt that the same was true.

He walked out from behind the Buddha statue impatiently, jumped lightly onto the ground like a raccoon cat, and then turned around and reached out to Qian Xiwen.

The two of them landed one after another, standing on both sides of the mountain demon, one left and one right.

After exchanging gazes, Qian Xiwenqian leaned over, turned his head slightly, and looked at the cover of the book.

"Taiwu Nine Turns of the Gong." Qian Xiwen whispered the name of the book.

Yang Ziming was happy: "Really..."

Seeing Qian Xiwen silence at him, he quickly closed his mouth, but the corner of his mouth was almost about to reach the center of his ears, and he seemed overwhelmed.

At Qian Xiwen's instructions, he stretched out his right hand, grabbed a corner of the book, and tried to pull the book out.

He exerted a little force, but the book did not move at all.

Frowning, Yang Ziming increased his strength slightly, but there was still no movement on the book.

He increased his strength again, but saw the mountain monster's snoring suddenly quiet.

Yang Ziming was shocked, quickly withdrew his hand, lowered his body and hid.

A few seconds later, he heard the mountain demon snoring again, and he stood up again.

"This grandson is too tightly grasping, just like its life root." Yang Ziming complained.

Just when he was about to reach out to get it again, he saw Qian Xiwen on the opposite side shook his head at him.

"I'll scratch it, you can try it again." Qian Xiwen said.

"Good idea." Yang Ziming nodded excitedly.

With his right hand stretched out, Qian Xiwen gestured twice on the mountain demon, then placed it on its creaking nest and scratched it gently.

The mountain demon doesn't move at all.

He tried several times, but the other party seemed to feel itchy at all.

Qian Xiwen was helpless.

"It would be great if I had a knife, just insert it into its eyes!" he muttered in a low voice.

When Yang Ziming heard this, his eyes lit up and he said, "I use all my strength to hit its forehead, maybe I can kill it, right?"

He is now full of confidence in his century-old skills.

"No," Qian Xiwen said, "I just said that, what if we screamed or something before it died, wouldn't we have to cry?"

"That's right." Yang Ziming nodded.

Qian Xiwen looked up and down carefully at the mountain demon in front of him.

This guy has thick skin and flesh, and maybe he doesn't have itchy meat at all. He has to think of other ways to let it loosen the book in his arms.

After looking around, he finally focused his attention on the nostrils of the mountain monster.

At this moment, with its snoring, a string of snot bubbles also appeared, looking quite... disgusting.

This is the only way!

Qian Xiwen gritted his teeth, then resolutely poked his finger into the nostril of the mountain monster.

After piercing a snot bubble, his middle finger finally stuffed into the sticky nostril.

The mountain monster's snoring suddenly stopped, and it seemed that it became difficult to breathe.

It opened its mouth, revealing its sharp teeth.

When Yang Ziming saw this scene, he was almost frightened.

This friend is really desperate.

Once the mountain demon wakes up, he may escape, but the other party is so close to the mountain demon, he must be bitten to death by the other party.

Just when he was tense, the mountain demon suddenly sneezes and smelly droplets hit him.

Qian Xiwen had already covered her face and took back her hand.

Yang Ziming was sprayed on his face, but he didn't care.

He obviously felt that his hand was loose, and he took out the book.

He reached out and wiped his face, and his face looked ecstatic, wishing he could roar to the sky.

The mountain demon's body suddenly moved.

Yang Ziming's heart tightened, but found that the mountain monster had just turned over and then went to bed.

He sighed and patted his chest and said, "I'm scared!"

Qian Xiwen smiled: "First find a safe place to try practicing."

"That's right." Yang Ziming said.

As he said that, he was about to walk to the gate, but was pulled by Qian Xiwen.

"What are you doing?" Yang Ziming said in confusion, "Why is it sticky in your hands?"

"It's snot," Qian Xiwen said, "it doesn't matter."

"Damn it, are you disgusting?" Yang Ziming looked disgusted.

Qian Xiwen had already taken the opportunity to apply all the mucus on Yang Ziming's clothes.

Without waiting for the other party to speak, he continued: "Now there are mountain monsters outside. Instead of going out, it's better to be here."

"Here?" Yang Ziming was stunned, "Where is it awake?"

"It will probably take some time to wake up, which is enough for us to read it first, right?" Qian Xiwen said, "Try to remember as much as possible, you can practice even if you go out."

"Okay, hurry up." Yang Ziming jumped behind the Buddha statue.

The two hid themselves, then leaned close together and stared at the book in front of them.

However, after seeing the traditional Chinese character Yishui, Yang Ziming was a little confused.

He can recognize most of the words, but some of them seem strange.

"What does it mean?" he asked in a low voice.

Qian Xiwen directly read it for him.

It was obviously some complicated and mysterious words, but Qian Xiwen seemed to understand them and it was difficult to remember them, but Yang Ziming was like a sudden enlightenment.

There was not much content in the book, and Qian Xiwen finished reading it all soon.

He was about to discuss with Yang Ziming, but he saw the other person sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes were gently closed, and he entered a state of cultivation.

Qian Xiwen blinked.

He looked at the book in front of him again and suddenly realized why his friends often looked at him in the classroom with a blank look.

"I'm a poor student in practice?" Qian Xiwen was a little unacceptable.

After a moment of silence, he opened the book in front of him again.

"If you don't do it once, then twice, three times... until you learn it!" Qian Xiwen's eyes became firm.

"There is nothing difficult in the world, I'm afraid of those who are interested!" He secretly cheered himself up.

After reading the second time, he still didn't understand it.

On the third time, he vaguely figured out something.

On the fourth time, he felt like a cloud of fog appeared in his mind, and it was only a gust of wind that could dissipate and let himself see the truth.

On the fifth time, he could sense that the fog in his mind seemed to have dissipated.

The sixth time, he had even seen a slightly flashing golden light from the fog.

"Soon, I will be able to understand it soon!" Qian Xiwen clenched his fists and opened the pages again.

Taking a deep breath, he looked carefully.

But this time he only read halfway and suddenly heard an angry roar.
Chapter completed!