No matter whether others believe it or not, no matter how others check, no matter what the city has become, and when it will be sealed.

Xia Yuan had already gotten up.

He stirred up the storm, and the golden cicada came out of the shell, and no one knew about him, and no one would doubt him.

He was the same as usual.

Take a leisurely wash.

Meal.

Diligent and dedicated sword practice.

Medicated baths.

Then with Zhu Zhenyue's consent, he went to the small attic that happened to be empty at this time, and a plaque had been hung on the attic:

- Dustless Pavilion.

Among them hangs the general outline of the visualization of the sword heart and innocence.

The red light of the twilight fell obliquely from the window on the wooden planks of the attic, reflecting the floating red dust and the shadows of the trees dangling at the feet.

Lock the attic.

Xia Yuan looked at the general outline of his [Heartless Sword Dao].

There is only one Xuangong in one house, and everything else is auxiliary.

And once this mystic skill is cultivated, it cannot be changed, replaced, or returned.

If this mystic skill is strong, then the future is immeasurable.

If this Xuangong is weak, then the future is not bright.

Xuangong is life.

Good fate, bad fate, are all fortune.

Obviously, the students of the Wuxin Academy Palace are not lucky, or if they stay in Chiyue Mountain honestly, it will be okay, but when they come to the imperial capital, they are destined to be ants-like existence.

If it weren't for their big brother...

...

...

"The taste of this visualization picture is really a lot lighter, in order to improve the strength of the younger brothers and sisters, and consolidate the crisis of the Wuxin School Palace in the imperial city, so after the seventh, second, sister, and sister, they have successively let many disciples who have made meritorious contributions, have good talents, and are loyal to the school palace to come to the enlightenment. ”

Xia Yuan looked at the ink painting quietly.

"However, only the master and the mother, the second and seventh children comprehended the formula of a flash, and after that, no disciple could comprehend it, not even the junior sister, all because the spirituality of this painting is no longer enough to provide them with enlightenment?"

The young man in the moon-white robe, simply sat cross-legged and sat in the attic in the twilight.

"And no one can comprehend the shrinking of the ground into inches except me, is this also because of the spirituality brought by Yin Jade?"

Sigh a few breaths.

"It seems that it is, the Heartless Sword Dao itself is not a powerful Xuangong, Yin Jade, an item that changes its life against the sky, naturally it cannot last forever, but it is in a state of constant weakness.

But fortunately, although it is impossible to comprehend the fixed formula, the void chakra itself has indeed become condensed from the cloud and has produced a form, which can be regarded as a restrictive strengthening. ”

In other words, it gives you more power than you used to, but it doesn't give you the way to use it.

"So, in that case, let's try this piece of Yin Jade. ”

Xia Yuan grabbed the yin jade left by the woman in the well and leaned forward gently, this yin jade was smaller than the previous one.

And because the shadow puppet was absorbed by him, there was no remnant of yin jade or yin soil.

He paused.

It was to press the Yin Jade towards this practice-like cloud and mist ink map.

Whew...

Sure enough, Motu came back to life.

The ink turned into a greedy snake, and the jade was devoured with its mouth open.

The painting began to change.

Xia Yuan's mind and mind became one, throwing out all distracting thoughts, looking at the painting with all his attention, immersed in the artistic conception of this painting.

Brush...

Suddenly.

The surrounding landscape changes.

The twilight is gone.

The attic is gone.

The Heartless School Palace is also gone.

Not even he was gone.

There were only vast clouds, and he stood in the clouds in an abstract way.

He opened himself up, allowing his mood to change subtly, detached, free and easy, and casual, which was in line with the intention of this unintentional sword and the meaning of the hermit.

I don't know how long he stood there, and a strange thought filled his heart.

This is the sublimation of the state of mind, and it is the mystery of the opening of an epiphany.

But suddenly a self-evident thought flashed through him:

- Choice.

He can make "One Flash" stronger.

It can also make the "shrinkage of the ground" stronger.

Xia Yuan was speechless, is this similar to the skill star promotion in the game in his previous life?

Thoughts pass by, and he must not think too much, he must make a decision immediately, immediately focus on one of them, or he will miss out.

A flash is clearly biased towards a head-to-head duel.

Shrinking into inches is biased towards movement speed.

Which is more important to you?

In an instant, Xia Yuan made a decision to condense this sudden big epiphany on "shrinking the ground into inches".

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...

The little junior sister puffed up her cheeks angrily, sitting in the four-corner pavilion outside the dust-free pavilion, her apricot eyes staring fiercely at the immortal pavilion not far away.

One moment she looked to the left, the other to the right.

Finally, patience ran out.

"Oops! Senior brother is rare in the School Palace, why hasn't he come out yet!!"

"I don't know if the fat man told him about going to the party?"

"My mother has made a lot of tonic soup in the past few days, why does my brother want to make up for it... I'm sick of it!"

The little sister started to play with her hair, but recently she has been thinking too much, her hair is a little greasy, and it is uncomfortable to play, so the little sister is even more depressed, do you want to do a hair first?

After waiting for another stick of incense, the door of the Dustless Pavilion finally opened.

The little junior sister flicked her apricot eyes, held her snow cheeks, looked sideways at the lake view, pretended not to see the door open, pretended that she was not squatting here, pretending that she was just here.

But if the senior brother can't see himself, then he will never pay attention to him in the future.

Xia Yuan, who had just completed his comprehension, was in a good mood.

But it's also a bit of a loss.

What is lost is that this time the Yin Jade is obviously too small, and it is only for himself to comprehend, and his spiritual energy is completely exhausted, and he can completely feel that the "sword heart is innocent" visualization map has not changed in any way.

In fact, it can be understood, after all, the woman in the well is a strange force caused by "secondary pollution", and it is normal to be weakened.

The mood is good because the formula has been improved.

He blinked, and a new change of information appeared in front of the retina:

[Exercise 1: Heartless Kendo (Xiaocheng): Flashing 1; Shrinking into Inches 2: One Step and a Half Miles]

In one and a half steps, this one is comfortable.

If you get serious and run and land five or six times a second, that is the speed of three miles per second, and one minute of sprinting is one hundred and eighty miles, so that you can be more "elusive".

He stretched and began to think again, "On how to fish for monsters",

"The soul is not to blame, the second grade of the magic pill has no branches, the Taiping route, what does it mean to be on April 24",

"What happened in the West Shadow Country",

"The peach blossoms in the peach forest are about to bloom in half a mile",

"It's very convenient to go anywhere now, put on the painted skin, open the deep hidden, and then use the shrinkage into inches It's just unaware"

"How is Guo Sheng's investigation?"

"What time is it?"

Something like that...

Miscellaneous, no clue.

The night breeze was blowing, Xia Yuan stretched his body comfortably, and there should be nothing to do in the next few days, and he could relax a little.

Took two steps...

Three Steps...

...

Seven Steps...

Eight Steps...

Xia Yuan suddenly felt that something was wrong, his pupils suddenly constricted, and he slowly turned his head and looked at the pavilion in the night wind.

After all, he did not die on this proposition, but showed a surprised expression from afar, waving his hand and shouting excitedly: "Senior sister, senior sister!