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At night, like a pale cyan curtain, it covers the banks of the Huangpu River.

In the night sky, the moon is dim, the stars are sparse, and the whole earth seems to have fallen asleep.

Night fell, and the mirror-like moon hung in the sky, pouring its clear light into the vast land.

Nangong Hanxue took out the secret of the Mixed Yuan Gong, pondered under the light, and muttered, "This is worthy of our Nangong family's Mixed Yuan Gong, it is really profound." "Quenching the body and cultivating the exercises in the two heavens is naturally not easy. In Lime City, the strength of the young man who can practice the exercises is at least the acquired realm, and he is a hairy boy who is less than fourteen and wants to practice it in one go, so I don't know how demonic it is. After memorizing the mental method of the Mixed Yuan Gong, Nangong Hanxue sank down and followed the mental method to run the meager trace of spiritual power in his body along the meridians required to cultivate the Mixed Yuan Gong.

The time had passed, and Nangong Hanxue withdrew from his cultivation. At this time, Ye Rou had already fallen asleep, Nangong Hanxue gently walked to the stone bench in the courtyard and sat down, looking at the bright moon in the sky, the starlight in the sky, even if he made a thousand wishes, he just wanted his people to live well. I used to love Xiwen, not because of how much I loved literature and monuments, but because he thought that if he wanted to protect his family, he must be able to write and martial arts. When Nangong Hanxue was a child, he liked to sneak out in the middle of the night to see the starry sky, covering up the glitz of the world with the vastness of the starry sky. However, he didn't know that at this moment, there was a figure in the room staring at him, and his eyes were full of maternal love.

In the early morning, before the dew dropped, Nangong Hanxue got up and began to cultivate, and did not stop until noon. Cultivating the Mixed Yuan Gong needs to open up the eighteen meridians, and last night's penance was opened up by him, and everything is difficult at the beginning, this one, which points out the direction for the cultivation of the Mixed Yuan Gong, so that he has the proud results of opening up two in one morning. If others know, will they not be jealous of him? Even the geniuses of the big forces in Lime City couldn't get this kind of cultivation speed if they consumed a lot of resources. Feeling the enhancement of the spiritual power in his body, Nangong Hanxue's face also showed joy. After a simple lunch, I chatted with Ye Rou for a while, and then I went back to cultivation.

In the back mountain of the Nangong family, a thin figure was shaking constantly, the index finger and middle finger were dancing together like a swimming dragon, and a little spiritual power on the fingertips was faintly flashing, as if there was nothing. This person is Nangong Hanxue. Keep trying, keep failing, and always feel like something is missing. It was the height of summer, and sweat continued to flow through his young and immature face. His tenacious personality from an early age forced him to keep trying.

If you are not strong, you can't protect your mother, you can't protect your grandfather, and you can't protect your clansmen! Familiar figures and familiar faces flashed in his mind.

"Ah~~ I want to be stronger, I want to be stronger!" Nangong Hanxue shook his head and shouted loudly. His eyes were full of perseverance, and his face was no longer green, but rather mature beyond his peers. His father's early death left a blank memory, and his mother's painstaking teaching to him made him more sensible than his peers since he was a child. No one knew that the little man had this desire to revitalize the family in his heart.

"What is the purpose of my cultivation? Why should I directly cultivate the Xuanyu Finger? Why can the Mixed Yuan Gong be successful, but the Xuanyu Finger cannot? Nangong Hanxue asked herself in her heart, her fingertips still swimming. It's just that there is no longer a flash of spiritual power in the fingertips. After the last attempt, Nangong Hanxue was directly exhausted and fell to the ground. Looking feebly at the white clouds in the sky, those unpredictable clouds, either flowing or stopping, add decoration to the blue sky, intentionally or unintentionally; The blue sky is an endless plain surface, full of blue or azure colors. At such a moment, apart from purity and tranquility, Nangong Hanxue could hardly find a suitable way to depict the beauty of the sky. I closed my eyes and thought back to the process of my cultivation, my fingering was rusty, and my strength was insufficient.

"Nope! It's not that my strength is insufficient, it's that my cultivation is too low to support the consumption of the Xuanyu Finger. Yes, it must be so, I should raise the cultivation level. ”

Nangong Hanxue sat up again, and directly used the Mixed Yuan Gong to restore the consumed spiritual power in this inaccessible back mountain. I don't know how long it took before I got up slowly, the previous fatigue had long since dissipated, and it was replaced by a refreshing spirit that broke through the triple heaven of quenching, and I noticed a significant increase in the spiritual power in my body, and my face showed joy again, and this breakthrough was a natural success. After the refining of spiritual power and the hammering of the meridians by the Mixed Yuan Gong, the spiritual power was already full, and with the fact that he had been cultivating the Xuanyu Finger all afternoon, it was not difficult to break through the Triple Heaven. It's just that this talent is too high, and most of the time ago, he was a powerless child, but now he has become a little martial artist who has quenched the body of the Triple Heaven.

Genius cannot indeed be measured by common sense; Talent is indeed a kind of capital, innate capital.

Stretching his waist, he slowly walked towards the pool not far away. Nangong Hanxue stood alone by the remote clear water pool. How quiet, especially the transparent ripples with cyan shadows, like precious tapestry, so light, so soft. Reaching out with both hands, he picked up the water and poured it on his face, which was immediately refreshing. After a tired day, when I saw that there was no one around, I took off my green shirt and jumped into the water, the clear green pool water and Nangong's cold and snowy blue hair set off each other, and the waves in the water also rose and fell. The sun is about to set, but the air is still filled with the smell of heat, soaking in the water, looking at the flowers and plants by the pool, there is a special charm. This mood cannot be expressed in words.

A clever man, Nangong Hanxue stood up from the water, and his cultivation of Xuanyu Finger only had its form, but not its god.

Otherwise, with his talent, it would not have been possible to make no progress. He began to recall that yesterday when his grandfather cast his Xuanyu finger, it seemed that the air around him was pausing at his fingertips, and the fallen leaves on the ground seemed to be slowly rising in order to worship that finger of starlight. The essence of the jade finger refers to the meaning rather than the shape of the finger.

I thought it would be better to use the resistance in the water to cultivate again.

The fingertip spiritual power gathered again, different from before, this time the spiritual power was deeper, and the number increased a lot, the fingers sometimes flapped on the surface of the water, sometimes paddled in the air, so repeated cultivation, the water surface in front of him seemed to be set up to follow an orderly rule, and every few breaths repeated the float just now. The spiritual power of the fingertips has not dissipated because of the passage of time, and it is getting stronger and stronger.

"--Cheng-" Nangong Hanxue shouted.

The last finger pointed at the stone by the pool, and the stone was split in an instant, and Nangong Hanxue jumped out of the pool, picked up the clothes he had taken off, and returned to his courtyard happily.

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