Tonight, the moon and stars are scarce, and the young man sits on the edge of the cliff, letting the mountain wind blow under the cliff, blowing his thin feet back and forth, and the young man's face does not change.

Bai Xuan stood aside, like a lone pine on the top of a mountain under the moon.

"Teacher, did I get through it?"

It's like walking through the ghost gate, like a teenager in a different world, and some knowingly ask.

"You're doing a great job. Bai Xuan said.

You need to know how jaw-dropping Bai Xuan's praise would be when it fell into the ears of those who were familiar with him. Not only because he is a genius in the sky, he has always been empty-eyed and his eyes are above the top, but also because he has been able to get to the point where he is today, and the hardships and obstacles he has experienced are innumerable, which is very unimaginable.

The boy brushed the windswept mess in front of his forehead, which had grown back to two inches in length.

"Teacher, did you do anything in the training, I know that it is unrealistic to rely on a few kinds of medicinal materials to make raw flesh and bones so quickly. ”

"It's just something that doesn't matter. Bai Xuan said indifferently.

"Then didn't I take advantage of the teacher?" Xuan Chen grinned, retracted his foot, and got up, "Teacher, I'll go down the mountain first." ”

Bai Xuan nodded.

The young man was a little under his feet, but he jumped straight out of the distance, just like a dragonfly in the water, a little light.

No one knows how strong a young man would be able to burst out if he was only a Qi Martial Artist with all his strength.

No, Bai Xuan knows, and Yi Yi also knows. Because both of them see it in their eyes, they know the roots.

The boy has completed breaking out of the cocoon into a butterfly and has been reborn.

Bai Xuan, who was alone, frowned slightly after the young man left, and under the moonlight, there were several slender wisps of sparkling silver light, fluttering and falling from his shoulders. It turned out to be a few strands of white hair.

Five gray hairs. When he reached Bai Xuan's realm, he could already be called a permanent face, how could he have white hair?

But it is a hundred years of white hair, not a hundred years of life, but a full five hundred years of life.

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Nine days ago, Xuan Chen felt that the pain of ten thousand ants devouring and biting when reshaping the meridians, as well as the burning pain caused by the green fire liquid during cultivation, were already very difficult, and he thought that he was already enough to be known as "hard-working and hard-working" among other fellow practitioners.

It wasn't until nine days ago, when that cloud of fire touched his skin, that he knew how innocent and short-sighted he was.

There must be a first come, a first come, and there will be those who have planted trees before them to enjoy the shade. This can be called a perverted physical cultivation method, which must have been created by a certain sage, and the period was bumpy, not enough for outsiders, and outsiders did not know about it. And if he didn't have the experience of practicing this method in the same way, how could Bai Xuan rashly apply it to Xuan Chen?

People are like this, they have climbed higher mountains one after another, only to know that there are mountains outside the mountains, they have traveled a farther road one after another, only to know that there is a sky outside the sky, and only after they have seen a stranger person do they know that there are people on people.

Then at some point, you will find that you have never jumped out of the well, and you have always been a frog at the bottom of the well.

The boy who had reached the foot of the mountain suddenly stopped, looked back at the top of the mountain, and laughed uncontrollably.

"Haha, it's okay, I'm not dead!"

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More than half a month has passed since that nine-day physical purgatory.

"Wind Killing Sword!"

Xuan Chen clenched the rusty sword in his hand, and a wind-breaking momentum on the sword body began to take shape. When the oncoming training was about to fall on him, he leaned to the left and was able to dodge the training. The rusty sword castration has not decreased, but the edge has become more vigorous under Xuanchen's aura again.

Stepping on the fallen leaves, the rustling sounded. The end of the sword was getting closer and closer to Bai Xuan, and Xuan Chen believed that as long as he was given a few more moments, he would be able to successfully approach Bai Xuan.

But the facts were not satisfactory, just when Xuan Chen was about two feet away from Bai Xuan, Pi Lian suddenly looked back like a spirit snake, and blocked Xuan Chen in front of him with an incredible tricky trajectory.

When the training is coming, Xuanchen can only retract the momentum. The "Wind Killing Sword" sword momentum swirls and meets the attack.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng!"

Practicing like raindrops chasing dust, three quick volleys, every time it falls on the rusty sword, the sword momentum of the wind killing sword will decay by a few points, and after three times, the sword momentum will dissipate, and the rusty sword will be hit by the powerful force and fly out directly.

"Buzz ......"

After the rusty sword swirled in mid-air for more than ten turns, the tip of the sword went downwards and rested on a tree trunk, the sword body trembled violently, and a buzzing sound was heard.

After the rusty sword left his hand, Pi Lian didn't mean to stop the army, and he struck three more times, but this time it was directly whipped on Xuanchen's flesh and blood.

The criss-crossing wounds on Xuanchen's body added three more.

This is the second cultivation formulated by Bai Xuan, what Xuan Chen needs to do is to exhaust all means, and even unscrupulous means, try to get close to Bai Xuan, as long as the tip of the sword is within one zhang of Bai Xuan, it is considered qualified.

Although Bai Xuan only used a horse to practice, after many days, today was Xuanchen's best result, and it was only two zhang.

Bai Xuan's fingertips practice, summed up, Xuanchen can be described in four words - move with your heart.

It was obviously a thumb-thick cyan pilian, but under the slight movement of Bai Xuan's fingertips, it seemed to be a high wall that could not be drained, blocked in front of Xuanchen, and he wanted to climb over it, but he repeatedly ran into the wall and returned, wanting to break it with a sword, and the copper wall was indestructible.

After each training, Xuanchen will practice and review in his mind, the so-called review of the old and the new, the offensive points that have not yet been tried, the improvement points of the sword, and the points to be improved to avoid the practice of the body, chew and digest them one by one. However, every time Xuan Chen thought that the results of the drill had been successful, and he was full of expectations for the next sword, it would definitely be fast and ruthless, and he would definitely be able to go one step further from Bai Xuan.

The next sword will face collapse.

Today, Xuanchen can have this effect, or thanks to the guidance of a thought.

Don't look at the thought of being a child, but the depth of understanding of kendo is convincing. Just a few casual words can make Xuanchen suddenly open up, and he has a new understanding of the rusty sword in his hand.

It was also by relying on the guidance of a thought that Xuanchen was able to complete the leap growth rate of the tip of the sword close to Bai Xuan's three zhangs, and a leap close to Bai Xuan's two zhangs.

This made Xuanchen look at Yi Yi Yi with admiration, and Xuan Chen even secretly thought that he would have to quarrel with it a lot in the future...... No, it's much better to ask for a little knowledge than to do it behind closed doors.

Xuanchen dissipated the remnants of the sword momentum that lingered around him, sat down cross-legged with bent legs, applied the green fire liquid, and began to meditate.

While meditating, Xuanchen still did not forget to recall his previous tricks, review, reflect, summarize, and seek refinement.

Bai Xuan stood aside, his hands behind his back, glanced at Xuan Chen, and then at the rusty sword stuck in the trunk. His gaze grew deeper and deeper, almost penetrating into the rusty sword, as if it were clear what was in it.

As early as a few days ago, Xuan Chen successfully broke through and stepped into the eighth-stage realm of Qi Martial Artist. It's not the vain and unreal broken mirror like before, but a broken mirror that comes naturally.

Xuanchen's Eight Realms are stable and solid, and in the evaluation of one thought, under the martial arts level, without considering external factors, he is invincible in terms of physique and aura alone!

Xuanchen, who had just figured out that "there are people on people" not long ago, was not complacent at all about the arrogant evaluation of a thought that was almost a stick to kill all the qi warriors in the world, and he regarded it as a compliment for a thought, and worse, it was a joke.

But this time it's really Xuanchen who thinks crookedly, and Yinian's evaluation is not only very pertinent and impartial, but a little "conservative".

Because it was not only because Xuanchen survived the inhuman torment, but more importantly, it was because Yi Nian had broken through the sky early and saw through the rich source of life hidden in that man's fire cloud training.

Five hundred years of life origin, all of them were laughed at by Xuan Chen's body, so how strong his current foundation should be to be amazing, you can imagine.

The importance of the origin of life to a martial artist who has reached Bai Xuan's realm may not be clear to ordinary people, but it is clear with one thought. So although Yinian scolded the one who was called "teacher" by the boy, the man who was born was better than a woman and good-looking was sanctimonious, inhumane, and crazy, but in fact, he still admired him from the bottom of his heart.

In order to protect Xuanchen's physical body from being damaged and having a few more chances of success, he spent a full five hundred years of life origin.

As a teacher, he can't afford to be a teacher with a clear conscience.

Xuan Chen opened his eyes, first flicked away the blood scabs on his body like dust, and then looked at Bai Xuan and asked, "Teacher, is the green fire liquid useless?"

Bai Xuan said noncommittally: "If it's troublesome, you can not use it in the future, of course, compared to ordinary healing medicines, it is still too good, so you can decide to abandon the rest of the rest." ”

Xuanchen nodded, "Looking at it now, it's better than nothing." ”

Bai Xuan suddenly changed the topic and said, "After that, I will leave for some time, a little trivial, and return soon." ”

"How long is it?" asked Xuanchen.

Bai Xuan thought for a moment and replied, "One month at most." ”

Xuanchen smiled, "Then the teacher just has to go with peace of mind, have a smooth journey, go early and return early." ”

"During this time, you can just pay attention to the operation of the Nine Qianrong Meridians, and even I don't know much about the mysteries, so I can't guide you too much, so I can only rely on your own research and thinking. Bai Xuan said softly.

"Yes, teacher. ”

Bai Xuan turned around and turned his back to Xuan Chen, "You go down the mountain first." ”

Xuan Chen walked to the side, pulled out the rusty sword and put it back in the ring, and bowed to Bai Xuan, who had his back to him, "The student has gone down." ”

The mountain breeze blew Bai Xuan's snow-white robe, like rolling white clouds, showing the assets of immortals.

Bai Xuan's deep gaze looked at the sky in front of him, and in his empty eyes, there was an unprecedented look of worry. Since it's a worry, it means that even he doesn't have a perfect grasp of how to deal with it.

"Your hands are still here after all, a group of people who are good at creating accidents, and this time, it is really an eye-opener. Fortunately, it was her, I hope you don't have a long tongue, otherwise I don't mind letting you lack a pair of ghost eyes. ”

An invisible but monstrous killing intent swept out of Bai Xuan's body, enveloping the entire mountain, and the wind and clouds suddenly stopped, like space freezing and time frozen.

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There is a teahouse in the west of Yaobei City, the owner of the teahouse is a woman in her thirties, because of her flower appearance, graceful posture, and charm, everyone calls her "Tea Mei Niang".

Tea Mei Niang is good at boiling flower tea, a peach blossom tea is famous far and wide, it is said that it is refreshing, and the lingering fragrance can linger in the mouth for several days, making people forget to return.

Yesterday night, Mo Qinghan used "flying arrows" to pass the book, and asked Xuanchen to come to the teahouse to meet this afternoon.

Xuanchen vaguely remembered that the flying arrow last night pierced through the window paper and accurately hit the candlestick on the table, and the candle in two pieces ignited the paper on the table.

Fortunately, Xuanchen caught a glimpse of the note tied to the flying arrow, so he dispelled the idea of recklessly making a move, untied the knot and looked at the contents of the letter first.

Later, when Xuanchen went out to look for the figure of the eccentric girl, the earthen porcelain alley outside the courtyard was empty.

Approaching dusk, the business of the small shop was deserted, Xuanchen found a window table and sat down, waited for about half an hour, a red shadow appeared outside the door, stepping on lotus steps, the skirt was like a flower in the wind, gradually charming eyes.

The girl walked in the door, she was wearing a cherry red knee-length skirt today, three thousand green silk models were draped over her shoulders, and the sachet around her waist was small and delicate, embroidered with a lotus flower that fell out of the pavilion.

The first time the girl saw Xuanchen, she was surprised and asked, "Eh, how did you cut off your hair?"

Xuan Chen smiled: "It's not convenient to have too long hair after all, and besides, I feel a little awkward, so I cut it short." ”

The girl nodded in agreement, "It looks a little more refreshing." ”

The girl sat down opposite Xuanchen and asked, "Is the lavender tea I mentioned in my letter?"

As soon as Xuanchen was about to answer, a child brought a glass teacup and walked over, and the elegant lavender fragrance wafted out from the teacup.

Xiao Tong carefully placed the teacup on the table, he was not tall, his shoulders were just over the table, he could only stand on tiptoe, slowly took the teacup, and placed it in front of Xuanchen and Mo Qinghan respectively.

Although the child is young, the technique of pouring tea is extremely skillful, not shallow and just right.

After pouring the tea, the little boy bent his thin body, "Please use it slowly." ”

After that, he quickly turned and left.

Xuanchen originally wanted to say thank you, but the boy left simply, and the word "thanks" in Xuanchen's mouth didn't have time to blurt out.

The child was only about seven or eight years old, but the gloom in his eyes was terrifyingly heavy. Xuan Chen glanced at him more.

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