"Basic Sword Technique Thirteen Styles!"

Early in the morning, Wu Xuan held the scroll of the thirteen styles of the basic sword technique in his hand, shook his head, and muttered in his mouth again:

"Everyone in the world sees the thirteen styles of basic swordsmanship as the lowest level of martial arts, and directly takes this volume of martial arts away, but who knows that the basic swordsmanship is the beginning of swordsmanship, the way to cultivate swordsmanship, if you can't even learn this foundation, how can you practice higher-level swordsmanship!"

"That's right, your kid has a very high level of understanding! In my time, all sword cultivation geniuses started from the basic sword learning!" With Wu Xuan's low voice, Tongtian Zhu also responded in Wu Xuan's dantian:

"When you comprehend the essence of these thirteen styles, you can go to learn other grades of sword skills!"

Well!

Wu Xuan nodded, and did not refute what Tong Tianzhu said, but found an ordinary long sword and practiced it over and over again in the small courtyard.

An hour...

Wu Xuan has been practicing these thirteen styles, wanting to understand the meaning of each of them.

In the morning, after breakfast, Wu Xuan, as usual, took Ying'er to the Beishan wasteland to pay tribute to his mother, and in the afternoon, he still practiced basic swordsmanship, as well as the two martial arts of Baguazhang.

At night, it is the cultivation of celestial body incineration, and there is also the secret of metamorphosis!

However, when cultivating celestial body incineration, Wu Xuan still used inferior fire crystals, and the best fire crystals were too expensive, with Wu Xuan's current situation, he couldn't afford to consume high-grade fire crystals at all, and there was another point, that is, Wu Xuan's cultivation was too low, and he couldn't use high-grade living crystals at all.

Such days have lasted for six days, and Wu Xuan's cultivation has also gone from a second-vein cultivator to the peak of the second-vein, and he is only one step away from breaking through to the third-vein realm.

......

"Brother, why haven't you gotten up yet, today is the first seven days of my mother's family, we must go to worship early!" In the room, Wu Xuan was still silent in cultivation, and the sound of Ying'er knocking on the door sounded.

"Come right away!" Wu Xuan opened his eyes from his cultivation and hurriedly agreed.

Early morning...

Wu Xuan and Ying'er tidied up a little, prepared some sacrifices, and when it was time to open the city gate, the two of them walked towards the Beishan wasteland outside the city.

But as soon as he walked out of the east courtyard of the Wu family, he saw a young man riding a tall horse on this wide street, galloping towards Wu Xuan's side.

In a few breaths, the young man had already come to Wu Xuan and the two of them on a horse, and the two of them also saw the appearance of the young man clearly.

The boy was about seventeen or eighteen years old, handsome, dressed in fine clothes, with a sword at his waist and a noble eyebrow.

"Brother Chenfeng, aren't you in Qingyun Academy, why are you back?"

When she saw the appearance of this young man clearly, Ying'er, who was staying next to Wu Xuan, was the first to react, her face flashed with excitement, and she asked with a little excitement.

"Brother Morrowind!"

Wu Xuan looked at the young man staring at him with a frown at this time, and also smiled bitterly, and called out the young man's name.

Bang!

But as soon as Wu Xuan's words fell, the young man named Chenfeng directly turned over and dismounted, walked in front of Wu Xuan, and smashed Wu Xuan's cheek with a punch.

Wu Xuan didn't dodge either, blocking it, he was smashed by Chenfeng's punch and flew out more than a foot away, his body fell straight to the ground, and the corners of his mouth were also oozed blood from this punch.

"Brother Morrowind!"

Ying'er next to her saw that something was wrong, but if she wanted to stop it, it was too late, and exclaimed.

"Wu Xuan, the news of Aunt Wang's death, why don't you tell me, why don't you tell me!" After the morning breeze flew Wu Xuan, he walked forward quickly, grabbed Wu Xuan's collar, and shouted at Wu Xuan.

When the young morning breeze shouted angrily at Wu Xuan, tears were already flowing down Qingjun's cheeks.

"Brother Chenfeng, wasn't I afraid that you wouldn't be able to come back, so I didn't notify you!" Wu Xuan slowly opened his eyes, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the young Chenfeng opposite, and said a little helplessly.

Jiang Chenfeng is the thirteenth son of the sixteen sons of the Heavenly Wind Empire today, the title of the thirteenth prince, and his future can be described as promising.

Jiang Chenfeng and Wu Xuan were the best playmates when they were children, but when their father died, the royal family of the Tianfeng Empire naturally abandoned Wu Xuan's mother and son in order to win over Wu Xuan's third uncle.

However, Jiang Chenfeng did not alienate Wu Xuan because of the royal family's order, and when Wu Xuan's mother was first ill, Jiang Chenfeng secretly sent Wu Xuan an elixir.

However, this situation lasted for a month, and the members of the royal family seemed to notice it and told the news to the monarch of the Tianfeng Empire, and Jiang Chenfeng was severely reprimanded that night.

This is not the end, the next day after this, Jiang Chenfeng was sent to tens of thousands of miles of Qingyun Academy to practice, and Wu Xuan never saw him again, so it was three years.

Originally, when his mother died, Wu Xuan also wanted to inform Jiang Chenfeng, but considering that it might affect Jiang Chenfeng, Wu Xuan also gave up the matter.

Wu Xuan didn't expect that after Jiang Chenfeng learned the news, he would rush back from Qingyun Courtyard thousands of miles away.

When he saw Jiang Chenfeng's red eyes, his heart was also a little sour, he had traveled tens of thousands of miles, Jiang Chenfeng should have been working overnight after getting the news these days, and he didn't rest much.

Early this morning, as soon as the gate of the imperial city was opened, Jiang Chenfeng urged the horse to rush over.

"What kind of person do you think of me Jiang Chenfeng, back then Uncle Wu and Aunt Wang treated me as their own, can I not come!" Jiang Chenfeng heard Wu Xuan's words, kicked Wu Xuan at him, and naturally knew that Wu Xuan was thinking about himself even if he didn't inform himself, and then patted Wu Xuan's shoulder, and said with some sadness:

"Go, take me to worship and worship Aunt Wang!"

"Hmm!" Wu Xuan also nodded, and then took Jiang Chenfeng and walked towards the Beishan wasteland.

"Hey, isn't your Wu family's ancestral land in Xishan? Why do I see that this direction is going to the Beishan Wasteland?" Looking at the direction led by Wu Xuan, Jiang Chenfeng's originally somewhat stretched brows also frowned, and asked.

"Yes, it's going to Beishan!" This time, Wu Xuan just nodded, and then his tone became silent.

"Hmph, what the Wu family did was really ruthless, Uncle Wu had been saddled for the Wu family for so many years, and now..." When Jiang Chenfeng heard Wu Xuan's reply, he had already roughly guessed the general idea of the matter, but when he said so, his voice stopped.

As a member of the royal family, Jiang Chenfeng knows too well the style of the big family, and for the sake of the family, he can even abandon anyone in the family.

Wu Xuan is naturally also a victim of it.

Silent, Wu Xuan and the others went out from the north gate of the imperial city and walked directly onto the Beishan wasteland.

"Mother, today is your first seven, look at who I brought to see you!" In front of the grave, Wu Xuan knelt down straight, muttered a word, and his eyes looked in the direction of Jiang Chenfeng.

"Aunt Wang, Chenfeng has come to see you!" Saying this, Jiang Chenfeng also knelt straight in front of the grave, bowed respectfully three times, and two lines of clear tears flowed down again.

The next thing was to fall into silence, Wu Xuan and the three of them were all kneeling there, motionless, silent for a long time, Jiang Chenfeng's silly and hoarse voice sounded again:

"Wu Xuan, Ying'er, you two should go back to Qingyun Courtyard with me!"