Early the next morning, a piece of news spread throughout Qingzhai City, the Qing family unilaterally announced that the marriage between Qingluan and Cen Jinyue would be canceled, and what was even more surprising was that the Cen family did not come out to refute it, as if silently accepting everything proposed by the Qing family. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qing Luan got the news because his mouthy roommate told him, and he was surprised that Yang Huyu had poured Qing Changming with ecstasy soup to make the Qing family willing to do such a thankless thing.

Just as he was thinking about this, the door of his dormitory creaked open, Yang Huyu looked triumphant, completely ignored Qingluan's roommate, looked at Qingluan and said, "I have done what you asked, and the next thing is how you fulfill my request!"

Qingluan's roommate was a little angry, and when he got up early in the morning, he saw this sour beggar breaking into the dormitory, saying such an inexplicable and wonderful sentence, and it was a waste to Qingluan.

He coughed, told Yang Huyu that there was still him in the dormitory, and then began to drive Yang Huyu away: "I said you are a beggar, what are you doing here?" Get out! Get out! As he spoke, he moved to push Yang Huyu.

Qingluan didn't stop his roommate either, because this roommate used to give him some trouble like everyone else. It's just that he thinks that if his roommate knows who the person in front of him is, then what kind of face will he have.

"I will remember the promise between us! Qing Zhai Dabi, I will participate! "Qingluan is not the kind of person who crosses the river and demolishes the bridge, since he promised Yang Huyu, he will do it.

His roommate was so confused that the second monk was puzzled, Qing Zhai Dabi? A beggar, a waste, they are discussing the matter of Qing Zhai Dabi? It's a ridiculous joke! He was sure that these two men must have something wrong with their brains. He couldn't help but smile sarcastically.

Yang Huyu grinned, not caring about Qingluan's roommate's push, just using a little skill, he let Qingluan's roommate's push.

"Since you agreed, I'll take you to the Library Pavilion to learn some martial arts!" Yang Huyu never seemed to treat Qingluan's roommates as a thing, and only cared about talking to Qingluan.

Qingluan shook his head, he had been to the library hundreds of times, and the martial arts in it had also been seen seventy-seven-eighty-eight, most of them were basic martial arts, and there were some decent martial arts, but they were all incomplete, just like the fire cloud palm, only the first half, and when he saw the climax, there was no follow-up, which really hung people's appetite, and it was like the water spirit fist, but there was only the second half, I don't know what to say, and there was only a beginning and an end in the middle...... There are countless books like this.

"Since you don't go to the Library Pavilion, then I'll take you to another good place!" Yang Huyu said mysteriously.

Qingluan's roommate saw that Yang Huyu was only talking to Qingluan, and thought that he didn't pay attention to it just now, so he let the beggar put on a show, he felt that he had to make the beggar look good, so as to save some of his face in front of Qingluan.

Taking advantage of Yang Huyu's inattention, Qingluan's roommate shot from behind Yang Huyu, although he wanted to give Yang Huyu a good look, but he didn't have murderous intentions after all, and he collected a little bit of strength when he shot.

Yang Huyu didn't dodge either, and let Qingluan's roommate punch him in the back without moving.

Qingluan's roommate is now completely out of temper, and Yang Huyu's back is flowing out, and a breath of true anger makes him feel vast as an abyss, and he feels that he will not be able to reach that achievement in his life.

Yang Huyu's face was mysterious, which also aroused Qingluan's interest, and he nodded and said, "Lead the way!" Qingluan now felt that Yang Huyu was becoming more and more kind, if he was the dean of another college, which student would dare to speak like this.

Yang Huyu turned his head and left Qingluan's dormitory, Qingluan followed, passing by his roommate, he did not forget to whisper to his roommate that the beggar he was talking about just now was actually the dean of Xinlan Academy, and he could feel that when his roommate heard the news, his whole body trembled slightly, and he didn't know what kind of feeling he felt in his heart.

After Qingluan and Yang Huyu left, Qingluan's roommate sat down and put it on, his eyes were a little dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yang Huyu took Qingluan back to the small building where they first met, the small building has not changed much, it is still in tatters, and it seems to be a little dirtier than when they came here a few days ago.

In fact, there will be too many changes in two days, probably because the people standing in front of the building are different, so Qingluan has a different feeling.

After all, an old man dressed as a beggar can still make an already dirty small building look even dirtier.

"Come in!" Yang Huyu didn't make a move, and the very dirty door in front of the door opened, and the vibration shook off a layer of dust on the door.

Although Qingluan had seen it once, he was still a little surprised when he saw it for the second time.

"This is the imperial qi, when the martial arts are cultivated to a certain stage, they can cultivate a qi born from the dantian, and then this qi is fused and controlled, and it can control things without touching things." Yang Huyu was surprised to see Qingluan, and explained that last time he just thought about solving the marriage between Qingluan and Cen Jinyue, and didn't pay attention to Qingluan's expression.

Qingluan understood it and followed Yang Huyu into the small building.

Yang Huyu walked to the wall, twisted a candlestick on the wall gently, and the wall where the portrait was hung slowly opened, revealing a door, a section of steps that went down, and he walked down the steps.

Qingluan followed, and he heard Yang Huyu in front of him say: "The cultivation of martial arts can be divided into three stages: refining the body, controlling the qi, and refining the gods, and the refining of the body is not in the stream."

Qingluan was surprised again, the martial arts level he knew was not like this, all the cultivation written in the books was divided into nine realms, the lowest first realm, the highest ninth realm, and when he reached the ninth realm, he could wave his hand to break the river and pick up the stars in the sky, but there were only a few people in the world who could reach the strength of the ninth realm, and no one had ever seen them make a move.

Although he didn't believe it a little bit, he still believed it when he waved his hand, but today he suddenly heard Yang Huyu say another level, and he couldn't help but compare the three stages from one to nine realms with the three stages that Yang Huyu said.

But after all, he didn't know how far the three stages Yang Huyu said could go, so he couldn't help asking: "How do the three stages you mentioned correspond to the Nine Realms?"

Unexpectedly, Yang Huyu shook his head directly and said: "None of the below the ninth realm are in the stream, it's just that the world has listed it themselves in order to find some comfort, and when it comes to the ninth realm, it's just that it has just touched the threshold of refining the body!"

Qingluan was solemn and stopped talking.

He didn't know whether what Yang Huyu said was correct or not, because he had never reached such a height, and there was no way to judge whether Yang Huyu's words were true or not, but one thing he was sure of was that Yang Huyu's cultivation was indeed strong.

The two of them had already walked to the underground secret room, the secret room was not big, and inside they visited this stone table and two wooden chairs, one of the walls leaned against a small bookcase, on which were placed only three books, and some ornaments, nothing more than pearls, agate, jade, and other things.

Yang Huyu walked to a wooden chair and sat down first, pointed to the three books on the bookcase opposite, and then said to Qingluan: "Choose one to practice, these three books are the secret of our Xinlan Academy's pressing box, if you can practice one of them, you will be invincible in the world, as long as you learn one or two of them, you can become the ......leader of this Qingzhai Dabi."

Yang Huyu talked exaggeratedly, but Qingluan didn't think so, if it was really as powerful as Yang Huyu said, could Xinlanyuan get mixed up with the miserable appearance now?

He glanced at Yang Huyu, then walked to the front of the bookshelf, with Yang Huyu here, he always felt a little uncomfortable. Yang Huyu also seemed to see some clues, so he got up from his chair and said, "I'll come here to pick you up at noon tomorrow!" I hope you don't waste your time. With that, he left the secret room, leaving Qingluan with room to be alone.

As soon as Yang Huyu left, Qingluan felt much more free, and he didn't care what Yang Huyu said to take one book and practice first, and he didn't care about what Yang Huyu said about the earth-shattering ghosts and gods, he directly took down the three books and put them on the stone table, in the past three years, he has reached the level of unforgettable.

He thought, whether it's true or not, these three books should be complete, yes, write down their contents before speaking, as for cultivation, take your time in the future.

These three books are Xuanwu Technique, Nian Xin Chapter, and Grass Sword Record.

Qingluan put his feet on the stone table, put on the chair in the most comfortable position, and picked up the Xuanwu technique to look attentively.

Xuanwu has a total of nine skills, each skill according to their own understanding and derivation, and will derive a lot of moves, in general, Xuanwu is an infinite skill, both offensive and defensive, not biased to either side.

Qingluan watched it for a while, and countless things were derived in his mind, and when he woke up, he realized that he had just seen the first skill. He now believes in what Yang Huyu said, maybe mastering the first skill can really achieve the position of the leader of Qing Zhai Dabi.

He now had to rein in his mind, memorize the contents of the book, and try his best not to derive these martial arts from him, otherwise he would most likely get lost in the derivation of the Xuanwu technique.

Finally resisted the urge to deduce, wrote down the Xuanwu technique, he picked up the mind chapter again, thinking that he must restrain his mind, and there must be no Xuanwu technique, otherwise the time will be insufficient.

However, fortunately, the Nian Xin chapter is really not like Xuanwu Technique, Qingluan Ji has the entire Nian Xin chapter, except for the text, he didn't understand anything else.

Then he read the grass sword record again, and it was the same as the Nian Xin chapter, he only knew how to read, and he didn't know the meaning at all. But he thought that as long as he wrote it down and pondered it slowly in the future, there would always be a day when he would figure it out!

Noting down the contents, he put the three books back on the shelves, and began to close his eyes and ponder the only Xuanwu technique he understood, starting with the first technique, countless shadows flashing in front of him.

He couldn't use martial arts for three years, and he could only learn martial arts by deduction, which made Qingluan's derivation ability several times or even dozens of times stronger than any of his peers, and he could launch hundreds or even hundreds of possibilities in the eyes of others, and the first skill of Xuanwu was almost deduced to the extreme by him.

But just when he thought he had completed the first skill, he found that there seemed to be changes later.

As he deepened his Xuanwu technique step by step, beads of sweat began to ooze from his forehead, his face became a little hideous, and the green tendons on his body burst out, as if they would explode at any time, and the whole person had already shown signs of going mad.