More than two hours passed, and the three of them were exhausted, their whole bodies were exhausted, and even the blades in their hands could barely hold them, and they retreated a few feet away one by one, wiping their sweat while sighing loudly and begging for mercy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Seeing that the three of them were really powerless to fight again, Feng Yechang was no longer reluctant.

found a quiet place, sat on the ground with the three of them, took out a delicate jade bottle, poured out three cups of yellow liquid, and let the three of them drink. Tian Shuang'er also ran over and sat aside, and after Feng Yechang nodded, he said to her: "Sister Shuang'er, this is a compound tea, which is only effective for martial artists who have exhausted their physical strength, so I won't give it to you, don't blame it!" ”

Tian Shuang'er nodded sensibly, her little face flushed, as if she was quite satisfied to be able to sit with the four of them.

Next, Feng Yechang is not pretentious, and goes straight to the theme of today's battle, explaining in detail the problems in the martial arts of the three people, from the surface to the inside, from shallow to deep, some of them are copied from the basic swordsmanship of Feng Yechang's own practice, and some are the personal perceptions in cultivation over the past few days, and some of them have analyzed and explained, so that the three of them are enlightened, and have a new understanding of their respective martial arts, and even Tian Shuang'er on the side feels that he has benefited a lot.

After expounding his suggestion, Feng Yechang specially instructed the four people in front of him: "Some time ago, I talked about the idea that the Pure Body Realm can also liquefy the True Yuan, and these days, I can be more sure that as long as the True Yuan can be liquefied in the Pure Body Realm, when everyone advances to the Meditation Realm, their strength will inevitably be comparable to that of ordinary high-level martial artists in the Meditation Realm."

And how to achieve liquefaction, I think it is not only the suppression realm, but also the integration of the martial arts practiced outside, and the internal should constantly challenge the limits of the body, and every time you exceed the limit, it seems to be an opportunity for the liquefaction of the true element. Everyone should have a good understanding and grasp. ”

Standing on the meditation floor, Elder Feng, who was paying attention to these five young men and women from afar, also heard the opinions of Feng Yechang, and couldn't help nodding his head when he heard it, when he heard the views of suppressing cultivation in the pure body realm, challenging the limit, and liquefaction of the true yuan, his face was full of horror at first, but after a while, he also greatly agreed, as if he had an understanding.

I also had some new ideas about the cultivation of my own Xuanling Realm in my heart, and it seemed that the realm barrier that firmly blocked my promotion to the fourth order of the Xuanling Realm had also loosened.

How could Feng Yechang have thought that his perception of the cultivation of the Pure Body Realm would actually benefit a Xuanling Realm senior, such a strange thing, I am afraid that anyone on the mainland will listen to it as crazy words, and they will not believe it at all.

In the blink of an eye, the divine light sank westward again, and the distant sound of the training bell was heard in the distance. Feng Yechang and the four of them said goodbye, and also followed the team of teenagers who were scattered for training, and went home.

Since the last return of the spirit inkstone, he has embarked on an expedition for nearly a month. During this period, he was injured several times and faced a life-and-death crisis, and he didn't know if his father had gotten the news, and his father's bleak figure flashed in his mind.

Along the way, Feng Yechang unfolded the second layer of the dragon step, deliberately avoiding the neighbors, the experience of the past few days is really difficult to explain to these people, and he doesn't like to make up lies, so to avoid, this is also a helpless move.

Soon, the wind and night came to the courtyard gate of the house. Put away the starting method, and step into the house at the usual pace, Feng Qingyu's dashing figure was already standing in the courtyard, as if he had known the return date of the long wind and night, and was patiently waiting.

"Father-" The corners of Feng Yechang's eyes were hot, and tears couldn't help but burst out of his eyes. The father's figure is still upright, and his demeanor is still calm, but his eyes still show concern and worry.

"It's good to be back! What do you cry about? Feng Qingyu reached out and touched Feng Yechang's head, and there was a hint of sourness in his voice. It's only been half a month, and you've grown so much taller, it seems that you've really made great progress in martial arts! Very good—"

"Father, these days, I-" For my father, although the world of martial artists is not unfamiliar, but against those demons, whether to introduce my father into it, Feng Yechang was very worried in his heart, and for a while, he didn't know how to talk to his father.

"You don't need to tell me, I can understand it somewhat. The path of the warrior, since it is your choice, you have to take the responsibility you should have, I can't help you, everything depends on yourself. Let's go, eat first! Feng Qingyu caressed Feng Ye's long hair, and her emotions were also a little excited, and her tone was obviously a little different from usual.

The father and son had dinner, Feng Qingyu was not surprised that his son had not seen him for a few days, and almost didn't ask anything, just let Feng Yechang have a good rest and not think about anything.

Feng Yechang returned to his room, and the warmth of reunion after a long absence was put into his heart. I was about to fall on the bed, but I heard my father's familiar footsteps coming towards the room. Feng Qingyu came to the room, calmly took out a small handbag, I don't know what kind of material this handbag is, the earthy yellow surface, the gray lock, it looks very ordinary.

Taking the handbag, Feng Ye grew on the bottom side of the handbag, and found that there was a beautiful leaf word embroidered on it, and other than that, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Night Chief, what day is it, do you remember?!" Feng Qingyu saw that Feng Yechang's eyes were full of confusion and took the handbag, and asked softly.

"Today?!" Feng Yechang scratched his scalp and slapped his forehead violently, finally remembering.

"Stinky boy, you forgot your birthday!" Feng Qingyu's eyes were full of love.

"Starting today, you will turn thirteen. Addicted to martial arts all day long, he even forgets his birthday. It's a bit like your mother! ”

"This is very important to you, this is the only thing your mother left for you, I was supposed to wait until your coming-of-age ceremony to give it to you, but I suddenly feel that now is also a good time to hand it over to you, although you can't see the things inside, but with this thing, those doubts and regrets in your heart should be alleviated." Feng Qingyu said solemnly.

Kazeyachang opened the lock of the bag and pulled out a gray stone from it. The stone was crystal clear, shimmering with silver brilliance in the dimness. Kazeyachang looked at his father with some strange eyes.

Feng Qingyu then explained: "This is an image stone, which is sealed with my mother's last words, and as for what she has to say to you, even I don't know. When she handed it over to me, she repeatedly told her to leave it for your coming-of-age ceremony before it could be opened! Nothing else is said, and I can't explain much to you. ”

"Your mother loves you very much, and when you are not yet a moon, she often cries all night, and at that time, she holds you all night and waits for her sleepless company. As for the many things that made your mother disappear, there should be many secrets, which seem to be related to the demonic power of the martial arts world, and I have no way of knowing, since you have chosen the path of martial arts that your mother once adhered to, I hope that one day, you will be able to use your own strength to find the answer. ”

"Mother-" Holding the image stone in her hand, she cried bitterly in the wind and night.

Looking at his crying son, Feng Qingyu did not say anything more to comfort, but quietly turned around and left. Every time his son has a birthday, Feng Qingyu will try his best to cook a few more dishes to make Feng Yechang happy, and now, it seems that the food can no longer meet his son's needs, and this birthday gift may be the most important one.

There is a faint expectation in his heart, so that Feng Yechang can reduce the pressure on his body in the catharsis of this emotion, and he has no power to tie the chicken, the mystery of the incident has been entangled in his heart, and he can only rely on his son's growth to reveal the answer.

This time crying, a whole hour or two, holding the image stone in his hand, the wind and night seemed to pour out more than ten years of thoughts and wishes at this moment, waking up from grief and longing, Feng Yechang shouted in the sea of knowledge: "Xiao Ming, can you help me open the image stone?" ”

Xiao Ming seemed to have disappeared, letting the wind and night scream through his throat, and refused to respond no matter what. Obviously, there is a lot of resistance to the hasty act of opening the image stone in advance.

The wind and night were long and tossed for a long time, but when I saw that it had no effect, I had to give up. With a movement of his thoughts, he constructed an exquisite shrine in the chaotic space, carefully put the image stone in his hand into his handbag, and respectfully placed it on the shrine. Then conjure up a lake full of turquoise water, build a heart-shaped island in the middle of the lake, and place the shrine on top of the island.

After carefully completing this project, the power of Feng Yechang's divine consciousness was almost exhausted, obviously in this chaotic space, although Feng Yechang could do whatever he wanted, it was not easy to build physical things.

The overdraft of the power of divine consciousness is not an ordinary way to recover, although Feng Yechang has a strong physique, but he has just become a sea of knowledge, this kind of wanton recklessness is really rash, Xiao Ming hid aside, desperately maintained, so that Feng Yechang did not suffer from this. Although Feng Yechang was ignorant, he didn't dare to make mistakes easily.

Next, although his heart was full of anxious expectations for a quick increase, he still tried to calm himself down.

Sitting quietly on the bed, Feng Yechang combed through the martial arts he had mastered several times. Whether it is two peerless magic techniques obtained from the power of divine light, or the dragon teng footwork taught by the wine master, he has been familiar with his own palm and sword techniques several times one by one, and strives to confirm the different palm techniques and sword techniques with his own several actual battles one by one, and find the best strategy.

This careful combing made Feng Yechang unconsciously integrate a lot of martial arts throughout the body, and the growth of strength can only be truly exerted when he encounters the corresponding opponent again.

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