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The two White Emperor's clansmen faced that person like lambs to the slaughter, and that person sent the two to a dead end with a light move.

The man was very crisp and neat, without the slightest hesitation or the slightest change of color, as if he was killing chickens and dogs, not killing people.

It was a young man, a young man with a long body, a somewhat pale face, and eyes squinted into a line.

From that line, Chu Feng could also see the chilling Yin Owl.

"What's your name?" the young man said without the slightest hostility, but with utter indifference.

If Mu Shaoen's indifference is just that he is not good at expressing feelings, then this young man's indifference is simply ruthless, so cold that it is like metal, not ice that can be melted.

"Chu Feng. "Chu Feng didn't have a pseudonym, because he was originally unknown.

"Chu Feng, come with me. As long as that woman comes back and exchanges that treasure for you, you will be safe enough. ”

The young man's attitude made Chu Feng feel very uncomfortable, and that attitude was like a person despising ants.

Although Chu Feng was very reluctant to bear such a contemptuous attitude, Chu Feng had to bear it - because he had no strength to resist for the time being, and he could not see any opportunity to struggle, he could only wait.

The young man left the dense forest with Chu Feng in this way, and took Chu Feng to a mountain outside the city for a leisurely stroll.

On this hill sits a luxurious manor house, lined up one after another, covering almost half of the mountain.

Such a large manor, but there are only a few people, the young man is the master here, and there are a few handmaidens who look like fifteen or sixteen years old and a few subordinates who do rough work.

The young man warned Chu Feng not to leave the manor, and in the manor, everything was acted by Chu Feng, and if necessary, his maidservants were also taken by Chu Feng's preferences.

All the maidservants lived in a few rooms next door, which was convenient for Chu Feng to call, and it was also convenient for Chu Feng to transport clothes, food, sundries, etc.

This made Chu Feng very unaccustomed, he was a child of a miscellaneous servant before joining the Sanmiao Palace, so he was also a reserve miscellaneous servant, serving people all day long, being bullied all day long, suddenly turning into being served by others, no matter what, he couldn't get used to it - this is probably the so-called cheap bones?

Chu Feng thought a little self-deprecatingly.

Chu Feng came back to his senses and sighed again before lowering his head and starting to cultivate.

It had been six days since the young man had been placed under house arrest in the manor.

Every day Chu Feng spends his days eating and cultivating.

Since the true qi in his body had already begun to operate on its own, Chu Feng's cultivation was no longer to exhale spiritual qi, it was enough to carry out by the self-operating mental method. Chu Feng's current cultivation lies in studying those words that he doesn't know.

In the ancient tomb, Chu Feng had already seen the extraordinaryness of these words, Chu Feng didn't know what the origin of these words was, but he guessed that it was probably written by Emperor Wen Rui, right?

Now, Chu Feng's meridians still inhabit those glossy and dull text bodies, which makes Chu Feng very curious, why these words can still exist without the stone tablet, and why they choose to inhabit his body.

After all, he is just an ordinary person, and he can even be found on the street, why do these words inhabit his body, instead of the more intelligent and stronger Yan Qingyu?

Or is this just that the predecessor of the White Emperor is dividing the inheritance equally?

Chu Feng has been repeatedly observing the modeling structure of these words these days, and at the same time observing the circulation routes of these words in his body, and carefully feeling the impact of these words on his body.

But what made Chu Feng feel relieved or disappointed was that he never saw anything abnormal.

Chu Feng randomly selected a text and began to follow the direction of this text in his meridians, and after two or three cycles, Chu Feng found that the circulation of this text seemed to be a fixed set of running lines.

Chu Feng frowned, he chose another character, observed the several cycles of this character, and also found that this character was also running along a fixed line.

This made Chu Feng immediately think of the operation of True Qi.

Could it be that a word represents a mind?

Chu Feng thought like this, and laughed self-deprecatingly, how could there be such a mysterious thing in the world, a word can represent a kind of mental method?

Although he denied his idea again, but being idle anyway, Chu Feng stopped the True Qi that was running on its own, and began to slowly guide the True Qi along the trajectory of one of the words.

However, this kind of operation was not smooth, the flow of true qi in the meridians became extremely slow, as if it was stationary, and every time it advanced, it seemed that there was a huge resistance preventing the true qi from running this line, and the qi and blood were directly flowing backwards and upwell, impacting his body, making him feel pain.

Chu Feng gritted his teeth and endured it every time, increasing the speed of the operation of the exercises and continuing to try.

He felt more and more that the operation route of these words was definitely not simple, and that in the intricate meridians, it was absolutely meaningful to be able to fix the next circular line.

Every time Chu Feng endured to the verge of being devoured by the True Qi, he stopped, regulated the Qi and blood, and after the Qi and Blood were restored, he continued to guide the flow of the True Qi.

After six days of almost all-day guided practice, the true airflow became more and more fluid in this route, and the hindrance became smaller and smaller, and tonight, the true airflow distance formed a complete cycle, and it was only a small distance.

He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth to guide the flow of true air.

This True Air Flow is getting closer and closer to the Qi Sea, but an unprecedented huge resistance prevents the True Air Flow from flowing back into the Qi Sea, forming a complete cycle.

Not only that, Chu Feng even felt that his true qi was about to be forced to go retrograde by this resistance, and his body seemed to be filled with strength, and his entire body was about to be blown apart by this force.

Chu Feng gritted his teeth and was ruthless, his brows were deeply locked, and he forcibly forced his true qi to rush into the sea of qi desperately.

The sea of qi began to churn, the blood began to turn upside down, the bones began to shiver with soreness in the teeth, and the muscles were torn out of the cracks.

Chu Feng was so uncomfortable that he let out a low groan, but success seemed to be in sight.

If I endure it a little longer, I will succeed, and I must know what these words are for.

Chu Feng gritted his teeth, strengthened his determination, and continuously increased the speed of his exercises, until it rose to the limit of what he could bear.

Finally, the true air flow came into contact with the sea of qi with difficulty.

Suddenly, an indescribable wonderful feeling hit Chu Feng's heart.

At that moment, he saw the vast cosmic stars appear in front of him, and the bright starry sky was dazzling.

In the face of this vast universe, all people and things seem small and insignificant, but they are just a drop in the ocean.

However, when Chu Feng sighed at the vastness of the universe, this infinite universe star began to shrink rapidly, or he himself began to expand infinitely, and finally held this universe in his hand.

And he still saw everything very clearly.

He is the existence of this vast universe in his hands, and in the palm of his hand, the heavens and the earth are overturned.

He felt that his mind was clear, as if he had sensed something, but it was difficult to grasp the deep meaning of it.

That feeling is too ethereal and ethereal, like a flower in the mirror, I can see it in my eyes, but the moment I am about to reach out and touch it, it only makes the beautiful illusion shattered, and it is in vain.

Is this the realm of the written word?

Chu Feng was just distracted, the illusion in front of him suddenly dissipated, only to see that the true air flow that had already merged into the sea of qi suddenly paused, and then reversed sharply, and the violent true air flow directly broke through Chu Feng's meridians, and Chu Feng, who had already reached the limit, only felt a thunder in his mind.

The universe in his hand began to expand rapidly, he began to shrink rapidly, the universe in his hand returned to vastness, and he himself became empty and small again.

This feeling of suddenly falling from heaven to hell made Chu Feng a little lost, but this loss did not last long, a breath of blood surged back, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he could no longer hold on to the coma.

At this time, on the tall building of the manor, the young man sitting on the roof suddenly frowned and muttered, "What does this feel like......