"Go ahead. The method of fighting spirit is to cultivate fighting spirit through fighting. It is not enough to rely on comprehension alone. You also need a lot of fighting to hone your skills. At the same time, I seem to have seen the talisman technique you used somewhere. Practice it well. It will be useful in the future."
"Where have you seen him?" Zi Buyu asked curiously.
"Desolate Tower." Gu Yan said softly, with deep memories in his tone.
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The setting sun is blood-red, and the sunset glow is deep red.
The sky is getting darker and night is approaching.
"Stone! Give me the black stone in your hand! My hut is almost built, and all it needs is a roof."
A little girl of about four or five years old with pigtails, wearing a small animal skin coat and with her face covered in mud, was squatting on a ridge of a field and shouting at a young man who was sitting barefoot on the ridge in a daze.
The young man was playing with a black stone in his hand. It looked crystal clear and very beautiful.
However, he seemed not to hear what the little girl said. He just stared at the setting sun in the sky in a daze.
"Stone! Oh, I'm so angry at this stinky stone. Why is it in a daze again!" The little girl complained angrily to the fat boy beside her, "Xiaoshan, give me your stone."
The fat boy in black fur clothes at the side immediately looked helpless but a little scared. He took down a stone from the small roof he built and handed it to the little girl: "Here, here, I give it to you. I'm so annoyed. You always bully me."
Several teenage boys and girls who were weeding and turning the soil in the field heard the conversation between the two little ones, smiled and looked over here.
"Hasn't that stone said a word yet?" A young man with a long scar on his face whispered to another young man wearing scale armor and animal skins beside him.
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