It is said that this crap has counterattacked again!

Chapter 377. 377. Those Years in the Warcraft Mountains ([-])
The power in his body was rampant, Qin Shang cultivated martial arts, and he didn't know how to restrain it.

The demonic energy dissipated in front of him, and Qin Shang was so exhausted by the power in his body that he passed out.

During this period, Qin Shang had a dream.

A very, very long dream.

In the dream, he saw a lot of strange knowledge in his mind.

There is some common sense in the demon world, and there are also basic skills for cultivating demons.

"Could it be, is this the strange book that the witch forced into my mind?"

Qin Shang was surprised, gradually breathing steadily, slowly absorbing this knowledge.

It didn't know how long it took Qin Shang to absorb the common sense of the demon world and the basic knowledge of demon cultivation. Immediately, he felt refreshed.

"call……"

Qin Shang let out a breath of turbid air slowly, opened his eyes abruptly, and saw a cave full of grass.

"Huh? Where is this?"

Different from being refreshed in the dream, Qin Shang felt numb after waking up!

He struggled to stand up, feeling a little dizzy, and his stomach growled in time.

"Hey, why am I here? Who am I?" He stomped his feet lightly, stretched out his hands, and slowly stretched his waist.

Suddenly, the numbness of his legs and feet spread all over his body, causing him to almost fall.

"Also, remember, from now on you will be Mr. Iron Flute..."

At this time, an iron flute on the ground caught Qin Shang's attention.

Seeing the flute, the enchanting voice of the witch automatically appeared in his mind.

"Ah... who is this talking woman? Who is Mr. Iron Flute? Can I play the flute? I think I can, no, I don't seem to..."

Qin Shang clutched his head tightly, deep in his mind, his memory was blurred.

Except for the scene where he met the witch in the cave and made a deal with her, everything else turned into a phantom, constantly floating in the depths of his mind.

When he tried hard to catch them, they flew away like a flexible saucer.

"Could it be that I lost my memory?"

"It won't be so unlucky!"

Qin Shang bent down and was about to pick up the iron flute on the ground, but saw that the flute flew into his hand automatically as if knowing his intentions.

Surprise flashed in his eyes, and the basic knowledge of demon cultivation that he had just understood in his dream appeared unconsciously in his mind.

"If a magical weapon can recognize its owner, it means that it is a spiritual weapon. The spiritual weapon is extremely rare, but it only listens to the master's orders. When you get a spiritual weapon, you need to form a bond with it..."

"Could it be possible, this is a spiritual weapon!" Qin Shang immediately grabbed the iron flute excitedly.

"It's light and heavy, and feels great in the hand. This iron is not an ordinary iron at first glance. According to the records in the book in my mind, it doesn't look like black iron..." Qin Shang stroked the iron flute lightly, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.

At this time, there was a burst of soft white light around the iron flute, and then, Qin Shang felt a pain in his head, and countless strange words began to whirl in his mind.

"This is the feeling of digesting the basic cultivation knowledge of the demon world in a dream. Could it be that there is another cheat book in my mind that I haven't digested?"

Qin Shang was overjoyed, and according to the introduction of the basic knowledge of cultivation in the demon world, he looked through the sea of ​​consciousness and slowly digested the disordered knowledge that popped up in his mind.

To his surprise, what popped out of his mind was a cheat book on the practice of imperial sound and imperial beast.

"The world of Hongmeng, in the past, the chaos was first opened, all things were born, sound and shadow began, and things were controlled by sound..."

The ancient book briefly introduces some basic knowledge of imperial sounds and beast control, and the rest is the introduction of how to achieve the effect of imperial beast control through royal sounds.

Moreover, this book is quite humane, and there are many obscure places, it also has pictures and dynamic screen display.

This is probably the technique that the author deliberately left behind in the book, in case he encounters a disciple whose understanding ability is not strong enough...

"Yuyin, this is the field that Ayin is good at. I have never practiced Yuyin before, and beast control is also an unpopular technique. Few people can learn it specially. I don't know anything about it. I don't know why the senior witch would Choose me?"

Qin Shang leaned against the stone wall, sat in the haystack, and spent about half a day groping before thoroughly going through the contents of the secret manual.

It's not that he's stupid, it's that there are too many technical terms in this cheat book. If he doesn't understand it, he needs to have a basic understanding before continuing to sort out other contents.

"According to the instructions in the book, I first need to learn how to play the flute. This shouldn't be a problem for me. After all, there were several brothers under the master who often played the flute. It seems quite simple."

Thinking about it, Qin Shang wiped the hole of the flute lightly, and prepared to play the first note according to the secret script.

"Huh...huh..."

The flute made a whistling sound.

This is not the flute playing that Qin Shang imagined.

"It must be that my posture is not correct enough."

Thinking about it, he carefully recalled the basic flute-playing tutorial again, and played lightly on the picture in his mind.

This time, it was finally much better than the first time, but the sound made by the flute was still hard to describe.

This is completely different from the sound of the flute that Qin Shang has heard before.

After that, he practiced it countless times. Sometimes he could make a sound, but sometimes he couldn't.

"really!"

He spun the flute angrily, and blew hard on the flute hole.

Suddenly, the flute made a violent convulsion sound, making it hoarse and embarrassing.

"Ah!" Qin Shang exhausted his patience, put away the flute, and suddenly heard his stomach growl.

"Huh... Maybe this is just a waste of sleep and food. I even forgot that I was hungry for a few days. Let's fill my stomach first. Anyway, the witch said that the dogs can't be found, so I'll believe her for now..."

Thinking of this, Qin Shang stretched his muscles and was about to go out to see if there was any food, when he suddenly found a one-shoulder sack not far from the cave.

"What is this? It always feels a little familiar."

Qin Shang walked to the sack, opened it slowly, and the smell of dried meat came to his nostrils.

"Wow, a lot of jerky. There are still a few pastries here. There is no one else here. I must have brought them here. Unfortunately, I have amnesia, and I can't remember anything..."

Qin Shang slapped his forehead, grabbed the jerky and began to chew it.

At the same time, he took out another bottle of water from his bag, gurgled a few times, and drank most of the bottle.

After eating and drinking enough, he was about to go to the depths of the cave to have a look, when he suddenly heard a low whining sound from the front of the cave.

"Woo... eh..."

This whining sound was faint and weak.

"Hey, why are there still living things here?"

With curiosity, Qin Shang got up and walked quickly to the entrance of the cave. When he was approaching the entrance of the cave, he saw a dying tiger cub.

The cub curled up into a ball, with a lot of dried blood on his body, half-closed his eyes, and gently stuck out his tongue.

Seeing Qin Shang, his dull eyes widened suddenly, eagerly looking towards Qin Shang.

"Hey, why does this little thing look familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere..."

The moment he saw the little tiger, Qin Shang suddenly felt that in the depths of his mind, a group of distant and vague memories seemed to wake up at this moment!
Countless memory fragments lingered in his mind like a revolving lantern.

At this moment, his temples throbbed violently, and there was a buzzing sound on his forehead.

"Did I forget something..."

He covered his head, adjusted his breathing, and suppressed the severe pain in his head.

"Woo... woo woo..."

The little tiger pawed weakly at the dirt in front of him with its paws, as if it wanted to move in front of Qin Shang.

"What a cute little tiger, it must be very desperate to be abandoned here."

Thinking of this, Qin Shang walked forward slowly, took out the only half bottle of water left in the sack, poured some into the palm of his hand, and stretched out his hand in front of the young tiger.

"Eep woo woo~"

The cub immediately stuck out his tongue, happily licked his hand, and licked up the little water in his hand.

"Looks like you're thirsty."

Qin Shang continued to pour some water into his hand, but the little tiger still licked it dry immediately.

It wasn't until half of the bottle of water was drained that the little tiger regained some energy and stared at Qin Shang curiously.

"Little guy, follow me from now on, I don't remember anything, you will be my good partner of Mr. Iron Flute from now on!"

Qin Shang reached out to touch the little tiger's head, and handed it the remaining pieces of dried meat in the sack.

Seeing the meat, the little guy became even more excited, and couldn't wait to bite into the jerky.

Qin Shang was really hungry just now, and after wolfing down his meal, he didn't have much food left. After the little tiger finished eating, he didn't seem to be full, and looked at him eagerly.

"Little thing, I don't have it either." Qin Shang picked up the sack and shook it in front of the little tiger, and said, "If this goes on like this, we'll all starve to death here, you stay here obediently, don't make a sound, I'll go out Find something to eat."

"Eep..."

The little tiger nodded slightly, and lay down obediently.

"Little thing, so cute."

Satisfied, Qin Shang petted the little tiger again, and strode deep into the cave.

"This is where the witch lives, there should be other treasures..."

Qin Shang strode deep all the way, thinking wildly while paying attention to the wind and grass around him.

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　　By the way, the flute is really hard to practice

　　
　
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