Just when He Xirou and Guan Changkong were waiting for Chixia, Feng Xiaohan was not idle, he cleared a clearing under a hidden bamboo forest in Qingzhu Peak.

The uprooted bamboo is still not far away.

Feng Xiaohan held the bamboo sword in his hand and practiced the Heart Punishment Sword three times, and the blue birds and spirit insects in the surrounding bamboo forest were all frightened away, and even the air was filled with a cold and murderous atmosphere.

The essence of that set of mountain gates should be revealed in its original form in front of Wanyan Divine Power, and the sword is righteous and generous, simple and unpretentious.

Now he is practicing the Wanqiu Sword.

Originally, he wanted to ask Chen Feng for advice, what kind of grade of cultivation method this Wanyan Divine Power was, but at that time, he was intimidated by the Wanqiu Sword Technique and the Heart Punishment Sword, and he forgot it for a while. Now He Xirou doesn't know where to go, so she can only keep her doubts in her heart for the time being, and practice her sword first.

The bamboo sword is not as sharp and strong as the real sword, but with the blessing of Feng Xiaohan Wanyan's vitality, it has a hardness that is not inferior to that of ordinary iron swords.

Starting from the first style of the Wanqiu Sword, every move and style came to his mind, as if he saw a shadow holding a sword, the long sword turned into a heavy light and shadow, and those vitality running routes were presented in the form of faint bright thin lines on the shadow.

Feng Xiaohan chopped the puffed dirt into dust, and finally condensed it and shot out.

Unlike He Xirou, he did not turn the sky full of smoke and dust into a line, but turned into a giant sword, which was majestic and magnificent.

But the vitality consumed by this sword was really amazing, and the stream in Feng Xiaohan's body was faintly showing signs of exhaustion.

Feng Xiaohan sat cross-legged on the spot and began to transform into spirits, until the bright moon was in the sky and the stars were twinkling.

He slowly opened his eyes, and at this time, the aura of murder had dissipated, and the birds and spirit insects in the surrounding bamboo forest returned to the mountains and forests, making a calming whisper.

When he returned to Zizhu Courtyard and saw that the gate of the garden was closed, he knew that He Xirou was cultivating under Zizhu.

She had sternly told her not to make even the slightest noise at this time, otherwise she would shut the diners for three days.

Thinking of her threat, Feng Xiaohan suddenly shuddered.

He didn't know that He Xirou actually didn't have the ability to close the diners, there was a free canteen in Qingzhu Peak, if it was closed for three days, how many disciples from the bitter cold would be hungry because they were worried about money?

This is just what she is trying to scare Feng Xiaohan.

Feng Xiaohan wandered around on Qingzhu Peak, and accidentally came to a quaint pavilion, which was three stories high, and was a place where disciples often came, no matter how late it was, it was bright all night.

I saw a plaque in front of the pavilion, with three big characters on it, vigorous and powerful.

Library Library!

The swordsmanship, fist technique, body technique and other martial arts in Qingzhu Peak are all among them.

Feng Xiaohan thought to himself, since Wan Yan's supernatural powers can instantly imitate and evolve ten thousand laws, can these martial arts in the library pavilion be comprehended all at once?

When the other disciples in the Library Pavilion saw him enter this room, they immediately attracted a crowd's attention, and everyone who saw him was stunned.

This wild boy actually knows how to read books?

So Feng Xiaohan came to a bookshelf under the stunned gaze of all the disciples, picked up a book and read it.

It seems natural that an ordinary disciple is preparing to stay up all night and study hard.

Everyone looked at this scene in unison, which made the scene in the library very strange.

The elder of the outer mountain, who was sitting behind the cabinet at the door, coughed dryly, pulling back the thoughts of all the disciples, and all the disciples turned their heads in unison to continue to study the reading book in their hands.

Elder Waishan shook his head, lowered his head and continued to work on his own.

The first book Feng Xiaohan read was called Dong Han Palm, which was created by an elder of the Changming Sect seven hundred years ago.

To this day, there are many people who have cultivated, but because the direction of Changming Sect's cultivation belongs to the masculine line, the vitality cultivated naturally counteracts with this kind of martial arts that is biased towards the yin and cold attributes, so few disciples can practice to the extreme.

As Feng Xiaohan flipped the pages of the book, he knew that the sea was emitting a dense golden glow, brewing and deducing this exercise.

After a long time, he closed the book and closed his eyes.

The cultivation method of the Winter Cold Palm is very arduous, sitting with the moon every day, the hands are immersed in the cold water to the bone, and the vitality in the body operates in an extremely complex way.

According to the book, it took half a year of practice to feel a trace of coolness flowing through the meridians, transporting it to the palm of the hand, and exerting the cold palm power like a cold winter.

The moment Feng Xiaohan closed the book, the golden mangs in the sea of knowledge were also deduced, and the subtleties of it had been memorized.

He closed his eyes, and the bubbling stream in front of the Dantian Youfu began to exude a penetrating coolness, which ran through the meridians in an instant, making people feel a little cool in this hot summer.

Feng Xiaohan controlled a trace of coldness, luck in the palm of his hand, only to see a thin layer of hoarfrost gradually appear in the palm of his hand, exuding a frightening cold.

But fortunately, he only had a trace of vitality, and he did not use his winter cold palm with all his might, otherwise a biting cold wind would inevitably be set off in the library pavilion and alarm everyone.

The rules of the library are not allowed to make loud noises and make big noises that affect others to read books. When the door was opened, the sign in front of the cabinet was clearly written.

Guo Mingzhe sternly warned him that he must obey the rules on the mountain, and he knew that Feng Xiaohan didn't understand what the sentence "If there is a violation, it will be dealt with according to the door rules!" What it meant, so he directly told him that if he broke the rules, he would personally repair him and beat him up.

Feng Xiaohan put the book back on the shelf, took another one and quietly contemplated it, and deduced it in the sea of knowledge.

The elder of the outer mountains in front of the door saw this scene in his eyes, and blinked, the winter cold palm was placed at the highest place on the first row of bookshelves, because it was indeed very strong, and every time a new disciple came, he would read a few pages first, only to know that it did not match his own exercises, and it could not reach the highest level.

Only a very small number of disciples will try it, such as Lou Tingyu.

"He saw the last page, obviously interested, but he didn't think for a long time to show that he didn't want to practice at all, what kind of medicine is sold in this wild boy's gourd?"

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The second book that Feng Xiaohan got was this sword book, the Eight Swords of Landscape.

As the name suggests, there are eight styles of swordsmanship in a full set, each of which represents the famous landscape in the world, some are like the heavenly river pouring magnificently, some are like mountain streams, although the sword is small and has a unique taste.

The deep meaning of these eight sword moves needs to be witnessed with one's own eyes to figure out these eight landscapes, and the disciples of the sect will go to these eight places when they travel down the mountain to comprehend the eight swords of the landscape.

So Feng Xiaohan took another copy of "Eternal Landscapes", which described all the scenery in the world, and it was extremely detailed, he read it page by page, and the golden mangs in the sea outlined those scenery in the void, and fused the eight landscapes with the eight swords of the landscape, so that he completely realized the essence of it.

In this way, Feng Xiaohan learned seven martial arts in one hour, and he only needed a little practice to integrate them.

Just as he was about to continue reading until he had finished reading all the martial arts in the three-story library pavilion, he suddenly felt that the darkness in front of him almost fell to the ground, and there was a sense of emptiness in the sea of spiritual consciousness, and now he just wanted to fall on the bed and sleep well.

"It turns out that Wan Yan's magical powers are so laborious, and he has exhausted his energy after only learning a few parts. ”

Feng Xiaohan yawned and turned to leave.

The Outer Mountain Elder also yawned, shook his head and said in a low voice, "After reading seven books, I didn't stop to meditate on even one of them, is it just to come to learn more?"

There are often disciples who come to read the martial arts classics, but not to learn, but to simply understand them, so that they can recognize them when they face the enemy in the future.