On the evening of the next day, Bai Xuan came.

Xuanchen couldn't wait to tell him the news that he had broken through again, it seemed that he was sharing the good news with others, but in fact, even Xuanchen himself didn't know, he wanted to use this to cover up some of the emptiness in his heart.

Because he almost died in that mountain, the sacrifice of the tribesmen, and the man's assistance in crossing the sea of suffering from thousands of miles in front of him were almost destroyed. It's just because of his thoughts, his so-called desire to experience.

Then when Xuan Chen smiled and told the handsome man in white the news of his breakthrough, he didn't expect Bai Xuan to just nod indifferently, without the slightest joy or anger.

Xuanchen's deep hidden heart is like a beast trapped in a rotten cage, and every time he collides, it shows a tendency to break through.

"Old ...... Division?"

Bai Xuan asked softly, "I came today to ask you a question." What do you think of these five years?"

Xuanchen's mouth was suddenly a little dry, the beating frequency of his heart involuntarily accelerated, and the dull agitation sound became clearer and clearer, and Xuanchen's eardrum was bulging.

Bai Xuan smiled, as if he was empathetic and didn't want to make it difficult for others.

"Hehe, then let me tell you. In five years, you have learned to cherish the kindness of others, learn to endure the malice of others, and learn to endure humiliation. You haven't forgotten the blood feud of the family, and you haven't forgotten the sustenance of those people who are dying, but at the same time, you haven't forgotten that you are the former young patriarch of the sect, a proud son of the sky, and the only son of Xuanyi who holds the moon by the stars!"

Who knows, but there is a needle hidden in the cotton.

Xuan Chen's face turned snow-white in an instant, and Bai Xuan's words were like an invisible but extremely sharp knife, cutting open the surface of his bright red heart, revealing the black bruises hidden in the depths.

Bai Xuan refused to stop there, and continued to swing his sword, "You are very proud, when your body can't support your pride, you will hide this pride." But now that you have recovered your martial arts body, you can carry that long-lost pride, and you won't let it come out and make waves at this time, even longer?"

"So you think that even those ordinary people in this small city can come and go freely in the Demon Beast Mountain Range, how can you Xuanchen, a genius on the top, be worse than them?"

"The experience is small, and you aim to appease the unruly one that has been suppressed for five years!"

"Tell me, what have you learned in the past five years?!"

Bai Xuan's voice suddenly rose, and Xuan Chen trembled with fright.

When a teacher reprimands a student, he is not strict in teaching and the teacher is lazy.

Bai Xuan had already corrected the position of the teacher, but Xuanchen, it seemed that it was only at this time that the word student was really imprinted in his heart.

Lin Qing and Xiao Zhen are good parents, but because of the child's painful experience, they can't bear to restrain Xuanchen here anymore, and it is precisely why, as soon as Xuanchen confided his pain, Xiao Zhen immediately relented and agreed to Xuanchen's trip to the Demon Beast Mountain Range. From a certain point of view, the couple are not qualified parents.

But don't forget, five years ago, Xuan Chen enjoyed such respectful treatment and how radiant he was in his former sect, otherwise why would those clansmen be willing to die for him one after another?

The five years of hard work are indeed a good whetstone, but whetstone, whetstone, if the person holding the knife does not check the sharpening of the blade in time and make timely adjustments and corrections, no matter how good the whetstone, it will not be able to polish a complete sharp blade.

Isn't it true that as long as we have endured enough hardships, we can boil out a flawless state of mind, and the truth that can be learned in the process of suffering cannot be perfect, otherwise everyone will endure hardships and become saints after a few years?

To endure hardship is just to endure hardship.

The boy is like a porcelain, fourteen years of simple and rough firing, it seems that the fire is enough, and it is extremely solid, but in fact, the interior is uneven and full of leaks, but under the cover of the outer layer of exquisite porcelain enamel that "tastes hard and indomitable", some flaws seem irrelevant.

And what Bai Xuan did tonight was to peel off the layer of hypocritical porcelain enamel piece by piece, and the real ugliness was vividly exposed in front of Xuanchen's eyes.

At the same time, Bai Xuan also buried another small test.

If Xuanchen has the heart of remorse and repentance tonight, then the friendship between Bai Xuan and his master and apprentice will begin to truly live up to its name. And if Xuanchen is still obsessed, then Bai Xuan will replace his brother Xuanyi and clean up the house!

Whether it is the hope of the entire Xuanmen, or the only volume of the Nine Dry Fusion Pulse Sutra in the world, it is better for him to cut off all the causes and effects at this time, and it will be a hundred.

The long-cherished wishes of those clansmen on Xuanchen's body seemed to have turned into high mountains, which were above his head, one after another, and they would not give up, so that he could not raise his head, and even more so that he would have no face to raise his head.

Finally, Bai Xuan glanced at the ring on Xuanchen's hand.

"Starting tomorrow, you follow me to cultivate, dare to complain about half of the word 'bitter', I will kill you!. ”

Then he flashed and left.

Xuanchen stood in place, motionless. It's like a poor student who is absent-minded in class, and is severely reprimanded by the teacher after being grabbed by the teacher, and punished him for self-reflection outside the classroom door. I feel ashamed of my teacher's tireless teaching, and I am also angry that I am not angry, and I missed such a big mistake as a class, how can I be worthy of the gray-haired father and mother in the family who worked hard for me to study.

The sword spirit, or the phantom villain now called "Yi Nian", flew out of the ring and said, "It's so serious, cut, this person is still standing, who is to scare?" ”

"No, the teacher is right. Xuan Chen slowly squatted down, tonight's night was exceptionally cold, and he couldn't help curling into a ball, "In the past five years, I have indeed disappointed everyone." ”

Yi Nian sighed, floated to Xuan Chen's side, and sat down next to him. It does not deny that the cold man first hit the key point, and then uprooted it in one go, which is the most effective way to cure the root cause. But......

There's nothing wrong with being seductive.

The sword spirit is a special existence compared to this world, it can clearly see the young man's heart lake, whether it is calm and stagnant, or ripples, all the bits and pieces of changes, it can see clearly.

It also saw some of the images that had sunk deep into the heart of the teenager and were still in their infancy. It's just that these memories are vague and buried at the bottom of the lake, so the boy will never remember them again.

And the few people who still remember those images may all be dead.

One of them it even knew, the man who had heaven and earth under his eyes, was also the father of the boy.

But it will not tell the teenager the truth, it is selfish, and it also abides by a heavenly cycle.

It is precisely because of this that when the lion-faced butterfly was about to kill the boy, I don't know how many dead people it had seen, it would choose that sword. It is not denied that it has the idea of repaying the favor of the young man, but what really prompted it to take out the sword without hesitation was that it wanted to see how high such a ill-fated little child could go.

It willing, gamble again.

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The scorching sun was in the sky, and the scorching heat roasted the vegetation to the point that it hung its head, sick and weak.

But in such a hot environment, a young boy stood shirtless on a cyan energy spider web hung between the trunks of two trees and paved with spiritual power, dodging the oncoming spiritual power back and forth.

Sweating like rain, under the blazing sun, you can see that the dripping sweat is mixed with a trace of crimson.

The speed of the swing is extremely fast, and the angle is even more tricky, like hunting a long snake.

I saw the young man bend his knees, ready to jump up to dodge. However, the cobwebs under the feet are extremely elastic, resulting in a lot of strength buffered by stepping on the mire, so the body does not soar high, and the danger is dangerous.

But before the boy could breathe a sigh of relief, Pi Lian seemed to be able to follow the boy's breath, and went around in a strange circle, killed a horse pistol, "snapped", and pumped heavily on the young man's back.

The boy suddenly fell straight back into the cyan energy spider web like a bird with folded wings. On the back of the drawn, there was another whip mark with fleshy flesh.

It has only been half a day, and there are already more than 20 such whip marks on the young man's body, front chest and back.

The boy was lying on the cyan energy spider web, and his originally white cheeks turned red in order to endure the severe pain. The boy did not give up because of this, he gritted his teeth and stubbornly got up.

"Go on!" the young man spat out these two words with a mouthful of blood, and his body staggered, like a drunken young man, which made people full of worry.

On the opposite tree trunk, the condescending man in white didn't say a word, and the index finger of his right hand drew a very small amplitude, and the energy was as fast as thunder again, swinging towards the young man below.

Do you want to be a gentleman and become an adult!

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

There were several successive beatings, and the farmer beat the rice without mercy, and the face of the aching young man was almost distorted.

"Smack!"

Another exercise landed on the left chest of the young man, and with residual strength and inertia, he climbed over the right shoulder of the young man, and finally reached the right back of the young man. It's just a skinny shoulder, and suddenly blood is dripping.

The boy was lying on the cobwebs covered in bruises, his body panting together, and finally he couldn't struggle anymore.

When Bai Xuan removed the cyan spiritual power cobweb, he didn't care about the young man who fell to the ground like a sandbag, and watched the young man plop and slam on the ground, shaking the accumulated fallen leaves and flying several inches high. The boy curled up in pain.

This is one of Xuanchen's cultivations.

Bai Xuan used his spiritual power to weave a web of energy, and he let Xuan Chen stand on it, dodging his fingertips. The hollow of the cobwebs is very large, and if you accidentally step into the air, your whole leg will sink into it. It is equivalent to the horse stumbling on its feet, then the ensuing training is like an enemy swords and guns, which will never leave you time to get up and "fight again", but will only draw one after another until you are dying. And if you want to get out of trouble and dodge immediately, it is impossible, at least the current Xuanchen can't do it. Because of the speed of Bai Xuan's fingertips, it was extremely difficult to catch with the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, the flaws could fall on Xuan Chen's body with a crackle.

Therefore, it is necessary to accurately step on the node between the spider line and the grid intersection of the spider line, and the force point is very small, so that it can be borrowed. This difficulty is much more difficult than walking piles on the surface of the lake. The reason is that the webs are elastic and will extend or contract with each of your movements, so the position of the nodes will naturally fluctuate.

Balance, eyesight, agility. Reflexes, power control, limb coordination, timing, all of them are required. Of course, there are also tests of how much pain you can eat, your ability to resist beatings, and many other factors.

On the first day of the beginning, Xuanchen couldn't even dodge the first exercise, he was hit twice and rolled on the ground in pain, feeling that his bones were going to be broken, and his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were going to be pulled out.

Then he was beaten again and again with blood dripping and fell to the ground, and after recovering his strength, the blood scabs from the beating burst and he fell to the ground......

And so on and so forth.

Now after these ten days of cultivation, Xuanchen has been able to avoid the five realms of training one after another, and the bearing capacity of his body is not what it used to be, and it is no longer a bleak situation that can be knocked down at a touch.

But after each training, you have to lie on the ground for more than half an hour before you have the strength to support yourself.

"How many lashes are today?" asked Xuan Chen, who supported his upper body with his hands on the ground, and sat on the ground with white lips and red teeth.

"Thirty-one. Bai Xuan said.

Thirty-one lashes?

Xuan Chen squeezed out a smile, "Okay." ”

From the beginning of one or two whips to the current thirty-one whips, Xuanchen is very satisfied with the remarkable results in just ten days. If you have what you have gained, you will be good.

"Smear the medicine. Bai Xuan threw Xuan Chen a thumb-sized jade bottle and said.

What was in the jade bottle was a medicinal liquid that Bai Xuan didn't know what material to prepare, it was cyan and viscous.

But under the seemingly "fresh" appearance of this medicinal liquid, there is an extremely strong medicinal property hidden, and when it is applied to the wound, the hot pain is like being smeared with pine oil and then ignited, and the stinging is very painful.

Every time Bai Xuan threw this jade bottle at him after cultivating, Xuanchen broke out in a cold sweat.

However, pain is pain, and the benefits of this medicinal liquid to cultivation are also equivalent. When you apply it, not only will the wound heal very quickly, but it will clot and scab in the blink of an eye. Moreover, the liquid medicine seems to contain some kind of substance, which can induce aura, making the absorption of aura more than one or two times faster than usual.

This made Xuanchen painful and happy, and he wanted to die.

Xuan Chen gritted his teeth, dipped in cyan liquid, and his fingers wiped down the trajectory of the whip marks.

"Hiss~" Xuanchen grinned in pain and took a big breath of cool air.

Before finishing smearing, Xuanchen handed the jade bottle to Bai Xuan. He couldn't paint it behind him, so he could only do it for Bai Xuan.

At first, the disgust on Bai Xuan's face was almost overflowing, and over time, it seemed to be numb.

I forgot to mention that Bai Xuan's hands, to be described in one word, are like jade and Qiong, like fat and onions, and there is a faint coldness to the touch. Anyway, the woman will be ashamed of herself when she sees it.

Bai Xuan seemed to sense Xuanchen's crooked thoughts again, and as soon as his fingertips were forced, Xuanchen almost jumped up in pain.

"Teacher......" Xuanchen mourned.

Bai Xuan turned a deaf ear to Xuanchen's pleas, and his hands moved like a dance.

"Give you half an hour, and continue in half an hour. Bai Xuan said coldly, withdrew his hand, shook it gently, and flicked away all the residual medicine stains on his fingertips, which were as clean as ever.

"Huh?"

Xuanchen wanted to cry without tears, in the past, Bai Xuan would leave him an hour to absorb these medicinal powers, and during this time, Xuanchen could also relieve the pain of the wound, so that he would not be too embarrassed in the next cultivation. Today, Bai Xuan actually cut half of the time, and Xuan Chen regretted a little that he had just thought about it, and he was really asking for his own hardship.

Without delay, Xuanchen unsealed his hands, and the dantian rotated rapidly, like a hungry beast, frantically devouring the aura around him. With the absorption of the aura, the applied cyan liquid showed some strange changes, the cyan gradually lightened, and the red gradually thickened. By the end, the cyan liquid had turned completely red. It's more like a layer of blood scab, winding around Xuanchen's body, looking a little hideous and terrifying.

Xuanchen's eyes were closed, and the pain from the whip marks began to weaken, and instead it was itching, which Xuanchen knew was a reaction to the wound healing.

I have to say that the speed of the meridians after the repair of the "Nine Dry Fusion Meridians" can be described as terrifying, if the meridians of Xuanchen were ditches before, the current meridians are streams, and with the improvement of Xuanchen's strength, the meridians are also growing. This is the most surprising thing.

Normally, the meridians will be shaped around the age of ten, and then they may grow further with the improvement of strength or occasional chances, but generally speaking, they are minor changes, and they will never grow like Xuanchen's.

The restless aura in the dantian finally gradually stabilized during these ten days of cultivation. Xuan Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, the strength is increasing rapidly, and the result is that the foundation is easy to become vain and unreal, if you don't make up for it in time, the more you go to the back, the more you will be strong and barren, and the end of the martial arts of the foundation laid in this way is destined to be visible at a glance.

In the past ten days, every whip that was struck on Xuanchen's body was a hammer that had consolidated the foundation of his martial arts.

Now, he can be regarded as having fully stepped into the seventh-stage Qi Spirit Realm.

"When the time comes, get up and be blessed. ”

It was no mistake, Bai Xuan had already stood on the tree.

Xuanchen got up and moved his limbs, and there was a crackling sound at the joints. Then he leapt forward and stood on top of the cyan energy web.

For a moment, the sound of the horse's whipping on the flesh and the occasional hiss of the boy echoed in the forest again.