Qingluan is very irritable, the first skill of Xuanwu is always so endless, no matter how he deduces, but he can never find the end, he always thinks that the power of derivation has reached the point of perfection, but the first skill of Xuanwu has made him feel that his skills are poor, so the second and third skills behind him ...... And how. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The irritability began to spread, and finally became manic, his eyes began to slowly become bloodshot, his snort became heavy, the qi and blood gushing in his heart could not find an outlet, and began to flow out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and his body began to crack, and the blood slowly seeped out, everything was pushing him to the brink of collapse.

It was at this critical moment that the crystal clear martial bones in his chest began to emit a radiant light, and then gradually enlarged, enveloping the whole body, and a coolness began to spread from his chest, flowing all over his body, and the tyrannical and restless aura on his body slowly calmed down, his face finally returned to normal, his breathing gradually smoothed out, and even the blood flowing out of the seven orifices began to be slowly cleaned up by the radiant light, and his body returned to normal.

Qingluan, who had calmed down, suddenly entered a strange space, surrounded by chaos, vast, with no way out or a way out.

He walked forward, cautiously, until a phantom appeared out of the chaos, and then stopped, and the phantom could not see clearly, not even tall, short, fat and thin.

"Excuse me, where is this?" Qingluan asked in a low voice, and at the same time he was wary of the surroundings, he thought, since there is a phantom, it is difficult to guarantee that there will not be a second or third, or even more.

"This is your consciousness space." The phantom spoke in the hollow valley, a little ethereal, as if it was coming from all directions at the same time.

"Consciousness space?" Qingluan muttered, he had never heard of this kind of thing, although he was puzzled, he thought it would be better to find out the identity of the other party first:

"Who are you?"

"Me? You don't need to know that. "Phantom didn't intend to tell Qingluan his identity.

"Then why are you in my consciousness space?"

"You don't need to know this, you just need to know that I'm going to make you shine." Without waiting for Qingluan to ask again, the phantom said again: "Don't you want to learn Xuanwu Technique?" Then practice with me! ”

"You're the voice that has always been in my head?!" The four words that shine reminded Qingluan of the Shuangyang incident three years ago: "Was the Shuangyang incident caused by you?!" If it was really the Shuangyang incident caused by this phantom, he would have to ask the phantom why he did it.

The phantom didn't bother with Qingluan's questions, he didn't have much time, and he didn't want to waste his limited time on some indifferent questions, so he directly put on the starting style of the first skill of the Xuanwu technique, said a word to practice with me, and began to practice the first skill of the Xuanwu technique.

Qingluan looked at the flawless interpretation of the phantom, and was stunned, he never thought that someone could perform the Xuanwu technique so perfectly.

His body unconsciously danced with the phantom, and every time he completed a pose, it would sink deep into his mind, and if something went wrong, the phantom would repeat that action until Qingluan practiced.

Qingluan had clearly felt that the phantom had not deceived him, and was indeed teaching him the Xuanwu technique, so he studied harder, swaying his enthusiasm in the chaotic space without scruples, and did not feel a little tired, in his opinion, the endless first skill of the Xuanwu technique was interpreted to the extreme by the phantom, and there was no flaw, it seemed that every possibility was perfectly interpreted, and every action was so perfect.

At the same time, the exquisite martial bones in his chest were even more radiant, and his body, which was originally lying comfortably on the chair, began to dance unconsciously, first knocking over the chair, then the stone table, and then everything around, even the shelves where the books were placed were also broken, and the three books of the town courtyard were also destroyed by him.

After practicing the first skill of Xuanwu Technique, Qingluan also began to believe what Yang Huyu said, and if he learned one or two, he might really be able to win the top spot in Qing Zhai's big competition, just the first skill, and the charm he showed was more subtle than any secret he had ever seen.

After a rehearsal in the consciousness space, the entire secret room was already in a mess, and he couldn't find a good place, and even the walls were completely destroyed by him.

The phantom retracted and asked Qingluan: "Can you feel the mystery of the Xuanwu technique?"

Qingluan nodded, his face was shocked, and said: "There are thousands of skills, and they are much more mysterious than all the previous martial arts."

I thought that the phantom would agree with this statement, but what Qingluan heard was a sigh: "The mystery of Xuanwu technique is not in one skill, but in thousands of skills!"

Qingluan seems to understand whether he understands or not, a skill can still be derived from dozens, why should it be unified, without these moves, it is always a skill against the enemy, wouldn't it be a self-defeating way.

The phantom glanced at Qingluan again, and said, "With your current understanding of martial arts, it is true that you don't understand what I said, and when you reach that level of cultivation, you will naturally understand what I said to wait for me."

"Which order are you talking about? Nine Realms? Refining the body? Imperial Gas? Refining gods? Qingluan couldn't help but ask.

The phantom shook his head and said, "You'll know then."

Since the phantom didn't want to say more, Qingluan didn't ask any more, for this kind of master, when he wanted to say, he would naturally say that instead of wasting time on unnecessary questions and answers, it was better to ask the phantom to teach the second technique.

Qingluan said his request, but the phantom shook his head and said: "The Xuanwu technique is an upper-level martial art, it must be gradual and gradual, and you can't rush it, otherwise the foundation is not strong, no matter how gorgeous and solid the superstructure is, it will inevitably collapse......

After listening to the phantom, Qingluan felt that he had benefited a lot. But he had a question in his heart, how could the phantom know the Xuanwu technique? And he was so proficient, even that he was already perfect, he couldn't help but ask, but the phantom shook his head and didn't say anything.

Although he didn't get any of the answers he wanted from the Phantom, he still had to thank the Phantom for his guidance, and he clasped his fists and saluted the Phantom, "The junior thanked the senior for his advice!" After saying that, the phantom was gradually disappearing.

Seeing the phantom disappear, he hurriedly asked, "Senior, when will we meet again?" The phantom laughed a few times and replied, "When fate comes, we can naturally see you again!" The sound goes from near to far, and finally disappears.

In fact, he still has a problem, that is, how to get out of this consciousness space, but the phantom is gone, and Qingluan can only look at the chaos and worry.

Suddenly, he felt as if his body had been torn violently, and then his eyes went dark, and when he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the secret room, Yang Huyu was standing in front of him, and the secret room was in a mess.

"Who did this?" Qingluan asked Yang Huyu in surprise.

"It's not me anyway!" Yang Huyu smiled bitterly, and when he saw the three incomplete secret books, he was even more heartbroken and flesh-wrenching.

"Is it me?" Qingluan saw this messy scene, those handprints and footprints on the wall, and asked weakly.

Yang Huyu nodded, Qingluan didn't believe it, picked up a stone on the ground and pinched it hard, it didn't break, and then kicked another stone with his foot, his foot hurt, he gasped, the stone was still not broken, he secretly said, Yang Huyu's ability to plant the sham was too clumsy.

Yang Huyu couldn't understand Qingluan's thoughts, so he didn't say anything more, but just asked Qingluan: "Is there a secret book to learn a thing or two?"

Qingluan, who thought that Yang Huyu wanted to frame him, was now in a bad mood, even if Yang Huyu was the dean, he didn't want to deal with him, so he didn't answer Yang Huyu.

Yang Huyu didn't seem to blame Qingluan for ignoring him, but after all, a student ignored him, which was really a bit face-hurting, he was embarrassed, haha twice, found a step for himself, and took Qingluan out of the secret room.

Out of the secret room, Yang Huyu didn't leave Qingluan, and Qingluan didn't stay long, pushing the door and walking out of the small building.

After Qingluan left, Yang Huyu's gaze swept back and forth on the wall covered with portraits, and finally fixed on the portrait wearing the crown, as if his eyes were reminiscing.

After looking at it for a while, Yang Huyu finally retracted his gaze and muttered to himself: "I hope I found the right one this time, otherwise I will lose a lot of money."

Qingluan walked out of the small building and walked towards the dormitory, along the way, the students looked at him with strange eyes, surprised, jealous, dissatisfied, and envious......

With all the complicated eyes, he concluded that his participation in the Qingzhai Dabi was told by the big-mouthed roommate.

But he also thinks it's nothing, no matter whether his roommate says it or not, on that day, he will still be known.

When I go back to the dormitory, I must pass the playground, and on the playground is still the sweaty and youthful Meng Jinfei, and next to him is a person who has always been a little vigilant.

The first skill of Xuanwu Technique has made Qingluan's vision seem to be a step higher than before, and now the momentum, strength, and skills of Meng Jinfei's fist and palm swing seem to have changed a lot, and it looks more agile than the previous bravery, which seems to be related to the guidance of He Zai now.

Jin He saw Qingluan, he didn't come over today, he just nodded and smiled at Qingluan, and Qingluan naturally smiled back.

Qingluan originally hated Jin He a little, but seeing him guide Meng Jinfei is also doing his best, although Meng Jinfei is not his best friend, he can be regarded as a very good friend, at least much better than those who bully him, so his dislike for Jin He is naturally reduced a lot. At least for now, it's not a nuisance.

After watching it for a while, Qingluan was about to leave, and seeing Meng Jinfei working so hard, he felt that he should also practice hard.

Naturally, practice requires some opponents, and he knows that as long as he is out of school, he will not be short of opponents.

It's just that the consumption in the secret room is too great, and now he is still a little vague when he walks, he wants to rest well today, and tomorrow he will make Qing Zhai Cheng jump, and vent the depression in his heart in the past few years.

Thinking about it, he left the playground and walked towards the dormitory.

In the dormitory, his roommate had already left, and the bedding on his bed had been removed, leaving only an empty bed.

Maybe it's because I offended the dean yesterday, so I left, or have I already found my next home? It's okay to live alone, but it's clean.

Qingluan lay on the bed, using his hands as a pillow, and after thinking for a while, he fell asleep.