Chapter 85 Scoop a handful

Bang!

Energy meets fists.

The fist did not move.

The energy is scattered in all directions.

The middle part created a backflow that returned faster than it had come, striking the man in black in the abdomen and knocking him into the courtyard.

Poof-

It all happened so fast that before the man in black could react to what was happening, he collapsed in the courtyard, and a mouthful of blood spurted out...

The man in black raised his head with difficulty holding on to the ground and looked at Xu Yan, a pair of eyes exposed to the black cloth, except for horror, it was horror.

"You... Who are you? I remember... The Yang family didn't..."

Before he could finish speaking, he fell to the sky.

I don't know if it's dead or alive.

Looking at the black-clothed man lying in the courtyard, Xu Yan's indifferent face gradually became normal, he made a gesture of closing his fist, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and whispered to himself: "I can't control it again..."

This feeling only appeared once half a month ago, but I didn't expect that just over ten days later, the same feeling appeared again, and it stayed longer than before.

What the hell is going on...

Xu Yan touched the back of his head, a little lucky, but more worried.

He went out into the courtyard, took the painting out of the man in black's arms, and took it back into his hand. Trying to go back to the house to deal with the discomfort of his body, a vermilion box suddenly rolled down from the man in black (shēn), gurgling, and finally stopped firmly at his feet.

"This is..."

Xu Yan's gaze was quickly attracted.

The box is carved with dragons and phoenixes, which is extremely exquisite. He picked it up and found that he had a cold, heavy feeling in his hand.

He suddenly remembered what was lost in the City Lord's Mansion, which was said to be

It's a treasure like a bead. Could it be... What's in it?

Spirit beads into the body

Xu Yan took the box to his eyes, only to see that the carving on the box was lifelike, the pattern was also simple, and there was a faint fragrance when he smelled it. After looking through it, I couldn't open the box. That's right, the treasures of the City Lord's Mansion must be extraordinary, how can an ordinary man like him who has never practiced can open it?

If the box was really a treasure stolen from the City Lord's Mansion, and so many people were sent to find it, it must be of great importance. Should I hand over this box with the thieves?

However, as soon as this idea came up, it was immediately denied by Xu Yan. He had lived alone in this small courtyard for sixteen years, and no one had taught him how to practice, so how could he capture a group of thieves who couldn't be caught by ordinary people?

In addition, what will the uncle think, will he still be able to live in this courtyard in the future?

However, if the thief is not handed over, how will this treasure be returned to its rightful owner?

Xu Yan's hand holding the treasure box unconsciously exerted force, and he didn't come back to his senses until he noticed the pain.

Well? It is worthy of the treasure of the City Lord's Mansion, and his strange power can even be pinched and deformed by silver coins, and the wooden box is undamaged, and his hand is injured. Blood flowed down his hand to the box, only to see a red light flash in the eyes of the phoenix on the box, and with a click, a crack passed through the middle of the carved dragon and phoenix, and the box opened automatically at this time!

A dazzling white light emanated from the crack, and finally the box was completely opened, and a thumb-sized bead appeared in front of his eyes. I saw that the nearby air spontaneously formed a cyclone with the beads as the center, and if any immortal cultivator saw it, he would be extremely surprised, because this cyclone was actually composed of spiritual energy!

Is this the lost treasure of the City Lord's Mansion? It is really full of spirit (xìng).

At this time, a red light flashed in Xu Yan's eyes, and he stretched out his injured finger to the box as if he was enchanted, and the blood on his hand dripped on the spirit bead due to the effect of gravity. When the spirit bead came into contact with the blood on Xu Yan's hand

In an instant, the spirit bead turned into a flash of fire and rushed towards Xu Yan and entered his dantian.

This scene frightened Xu Yan to the ground with the box in his hand, and in an instant he only felt that his stomach was as uncomfortable as a fire, this bead seemed to contain the ability to destroy the world and destroy the world, and he shuttled around in Xu Yan's dantian at will, as if everything that was in front of it would be burned clean by it.

The human body is already fragile, and the blood vessels and tendons in the body are like cotton burned by fire, which is abnormally distorted. The muscles, bones, and internal organs in the body are burned by the fire and turn into nothingness. In just a few minutes, Xu Yan felt that his body was burned in a mess, and the pain made him convulsive and tremble.

Pain! The pain was so severe that it spread from the abdomen to the whole (shēn), and I wished that someone could kill me with a single stab.

This pain made Xu Yan can't help but roar, his forehead, the tip of his nose, his cheeks, and his back are covered with layers of fine beads of sweat, and in a moment, the whole person seems to be fished out of water.

As the spirit bead spontaneously absorbed the nearby spiritual energy, it burned and stung

It is still intensifying, Xu Yan's painful green tendons burst out, like uncontrolled Gu worms shuttling through the blood vessels, the blood vessels seem to burst open in the next moment, the two eyeballs are congested, the surface (qíng) is hideous and terrifying, and the (shēn) body is bulging like a round ball, at this moment he is like a demon in hell. His hands unconsciously pounded the ground and grasped the dirt on the ground, and the blood of the ten fingers (ròu) turned over, and he was unconscious, and there was no place outside the body that did not penetrate the blood, and the whole person seemed to be wrapped in a film of blood.

Just when Xu Yan was about to collapse, a flash of fire flashed in his spiritual sense, and a big fiery red bird came out from his inner turmoil (shè), guarding behind Xu Yan (shēn), with its dazzling fiery red tail feathers and perfect posture, all showing its majesty.

At this moment, Xu Yan opened his eyes suddenly, the qíng on his face suddenly became extremely indifferent, he sat cross-legged on the ground, and a gentle gamer voice seemed to whisper in his ear in his mind: "Sit cross-legged and calm, calm and natural." The lips and teeth are lightly closed, the breath is slow, the divine light is gathered, and the heart of heaven is reached. Enter the mud pill and descend to the qi (xué)..."

The hands and the voice in his head continued to form complex imprints that Xu Yan didn't even know, and at the same time, there was a familiar burning (rè) feeling in his body

In front of the Lingzhu (shè), the field is surrounded and wrapped around the Lingzhu. This spirit bead seemed to be consciously scurrying around, trying to escape in vain, and the burning (rè) in the body was like a beast in the territory that had been violated, densely surrounding the spirit bead layer by layer, like a silkworm cocoon.

With the passage of time, the energy emitted by the spirit bead gradually became docile, and it began to help Xu Yan repair the injuries in his body along the blood vessels and tendons, which were like trees in the desert that encountered water, gradually becoming fuller; The energy of the Lingzhu not only repaired Xu Yan's injuries, but also improved Xu Yan's malnourished body, small and narrow tendons and blood vessels, and the energy contained in Xu Yan's body after repair was several times stronger than before.

When the injury was completely recovered, a bright red and simple mark flashed on Xu Yan's forehead. Xu Yan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the box that fell to the ground, unconsciously palpitating.

What the hell just happened?

Why is the energy in his body becoming more and more uncontrollable? I've been in control of him for so long! Why did this bead rush into his belly? Who is the warm voice in my head? How his parents

Dead, why did the Yang family treat him like this? At this moment, a series of questions came to his mind, disturbing him.

Forget it, now is not the time to think about these questions. Now the lost beads of the City Lord's Mansion are already in his body, and if you want to take them out, you have to cut open his stomach... Wouldn't that mean him die? No, he wants to live, he wants to live well.

Tell your uncle or aunt? Uncle treats him like a stranger, but I'm afraid he won't think about him. What about my aunt, what will my aunt do? He is the only one who has found out about the thieves tonight, and if he hides the thief's affairs (qíng)... No, no! No matter what the Yang family said, he also raised him, and he should at least tell his aunt about this kind of thing.

By the way, what about thieves?

Xu Yan immediately got up (shēn) and looked around, and the thief was no longer in the courtyard! He clearly knocked the thief unconscious... This time, Xu Yanhun (shēn) was frightened, when did this thief wake up and run away? Did he see what he had just seen?

Xu Yanbu (jìn) thought about it. But at the same time, he was also a little scared, if the thieves attacked him during the time when his spirit bead entered his body, he would die several times

It's not wronged, it's really careless, I knew I should have tied him up, so I'll talk about it first...

After walking quickly to the room, roof, and corners to check to no avail, Xu Yan sat helplessly in his chair, hoping that the thief would not be caught, otherwise he would definitely say that the treasure was missing from him, and maybe he might even say that the bead ran into his stomach...

That's fine.

Let's take it one step at a time!

Looking at his clothes, which were covered with blood stains, Xu Yan hurriedly changed his clothes. After tidying up and lying on (chuáng), I thought it would be difficult to sleep, but I didn't know that I would fall asleep in less than a moment. And the aura in the air also spontaneously drilled into Xu Yan's dantian spirit bead, wandering around along his veins...

spallation

As soon as the time came, the sun hung high in the sky, and Xu Yan got up early (chuáng), folded (chuáng) and laid out, and arranged the books scattered on the ground in order without hurry. It's also because his house is simple and abnormal, and he doesn't need to take care of it too much.

After tidying up the room, Xu Yan walked to the courtyard, swept his eyes around the corners of the courtyard, and finally picked up a few bundles of firewood from the corner and began to chop. Still the same as before, the only two things that are most important when he wakes up every day are reading books and the other is cooking.

As for what happened last night, he deliberately chose to forget about it...

The sound of chopping wood sounded in the small courtyard, and after two or three sounds, it suddenly stopped.

Xu Yan looked at his muscular (ròu) arm and was stunned. Although his skin was quite fair before, now he always feels that his arms are fairer than before, and his muscles (ròu) are full of strength

…

Xu Yan felt a hint of surprise in his heart.

In order to make sure that it was not an illusion, he immediately stood the wood on the wooden pier where he chopped wood, and held the axe with both hands, the sharp blade formed an arc on the side, glowing with cold light in the sun, and then chopped the wood, only to hear the "click", the wood was split in half directly from the middle, and finally the axe was still unabated, and it was deeply cut on the wooden pier...

This surprised Xu Yan, since he was five or six years old when he could pick up an axe, he began to chop firewood by himself, chopping firewood for more than ten years, today it seems to be extremely difficult, and his strength has never been as great as today (rì), he faintly felt that he would not be tired even if he chopped for a day. He immediately erected the second log on the wooden pier, holding the axe in his hand, and after thinking about it, he used 30% of the force of the rì to split the wood, and the wood "clicked" and cracked in the middle.

Xu Yan was stunned.

It was a long time before he guessed some possibilities.

Could it be the beads?

As soon as the yesterday (rì) beads entered the body, Xu Yan felt the containment in them

There was a terrifying energy, which at first was out of his control and scurried around, causing him to be seriously injured. Later, when he couldn't stand it anymore, he seemed to hear an obscure mantra in his head, and he followed it with the attitude of trying, which alleviated his pain.

After practicing that mantra, the young man (shēn) miraculously recovered from his wounds. No wonder when I wake up in the morning, I feel that my physical strength is very abundant, and my eyes are clear, and my strength seems to be inexhaustible.

Isn't this a sign of becoming an immortal cultivator?

The three words immortal cultivator are not unfamiliar to Xu Yan. This is what he has been silently pursuing since he became sensible. Only by cultivating immortals can he become strong, and only by cultivating immortals can he do what he wants... It's a pity that he is not even as good as a subordinate in the Yang family, and he does not have the slightest chance to contact the cultivation of immortals.

Thinking that his aunt asked him if he wanted to leave the Yang family and how his parents died, he replied at the time that he didn't want to leave, and it didn't matter if he didn't know. But... How could it be okay? He replied that his aunt would tell him. He remembers that when he was young, he also asked his uncle, and he still hasn't forgotten the uncle's qíng at that time, and the uncle grabbed his hand

His arms tightened tightly, stared at him for more than ten seconds, shook off his hand, and walked away without looking back. At that time, his arms were covered with bruised finger prints, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, and he still had palpitations for a few years later.

It was because of this experience that he never mentioned it to his parents in the later (rì) years.

But if you don't mention it, it doesn't mean you don't want to.

He would think about these things whenever he had time, he would wonder how his parents had died, and he would have dreamed of leaving the Yang family, the courtyard that had been soft (jìn) for sixteen years. Now he has the hope of becoming an immortal cultivator, he wants to make himself strong, he wants to find out all his doubts, he doesn't want to live stupidly anymore!

Thinking of this, there was a sudden knock on the door in the silent courtyard.

The knock on the door was neither light nor heavy, and he knocked three times without hurry. My aunt came yesterday, why did she come again today, is it because of what happened last night?

Xu Yan retracted his thoughts, rolled down the sleeves on his hands, straightened his clothes, and opened the door.

It's really Yang Qianxue.

As before, he respectfully called the other party and invited him to come in.

Yang Qianxue walked into the courtyard, saw the firewood scattered on the ground in the courtyard, and asked, "Haven't you eaten yet?" ”

"I haven't eaten yet, do you want to be with me? I'm going to cook noodles now. Xu Yan immediately replied.

"No hassle."

Yang Qianxue looked at the traces of the axe chopping on the wooden pier, the knife on the wooden pier... Raising his eyebrows without a trace, he said: "Recently (rì) you stay well, don't go out, the stolen treasure of the City Lord's Mansion is not found, Xiuxian Tang Yi (rì) will not stop, the thief who stole does not know where to hide now, you alone need to be careful from time to time." ”

Xu Yan looked at her aunt, and stopped talking.

Yang Qianxue smiled and said, "The bag of silver money I sent yesterday (rì) is a little bit saved, don't show it, be careful of being remembered." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Xu Yan to answer, Zhuan (shēn) went out of the courtyard.

Leaving the courtyard, Yang Qianxue's pair of willow eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.

She knew that the people from the Immortal Cultivation Hall had gone to Xu Yan's place to search. She was still a little worried about Xu Yan, so she walked to Xu Yan's courtyard, who knew that she saw Xu Yanman (shēn) sitting on the ground with blood, and the man behind him (shēn) was dressed in black and masked, and his palm was condensed with spiritual power and was about to split towards Xu Yantian's spiritual cover. Shocked, she immediately condensed (shēn) all the spiritual power on it and hit the thief's hand.

The thief sensed the danger and fled without looking back. Yang Qianxue immediately walked to Xu Yan's side and found that although Xu Yan (shēn) was bloody, his breath was long and powerful, and the surrounding aura gathered around him, forming a cyclone of aura. That's the scene that only exists when an immortal cultivator cultivates!

At that time, she was extremely surprised, how did Xu Yan learn the immortal cultivation method? Looking at the imprint of his two hands knots, it was by no means given by the Yang family, and it was extremely complicated, and even she could hardly understand it. Also, the purity of his reiki (shēn) is not comparable to that of ordinary aura!

Seeing this, Yang Qianxue at that time had a faint guess in her heart...

Everyone has their own secrets, and she only feels that this child is not easy to live.

The eldest brother is not allowed to cultivate immortals, and wants this child to live as usual for the rest of his life

People live here, but how can she bear it? Or is it the same sentence, what if Xu Yan is like his father and has a talent of one in a million? Wouldn't that be unfair to Xu Yan?

Looking at Xu Yan's immature face, Yang Qianxue wanted to open her mouth to ask him about it, but in the end she left directly.

Since God can't stop Xu Yan from cultivating immortals, then she, as an aunt, can't stop it.

It's like I didn't come here last night.

Just act like you don't know anything...

Arrested

Watching Yang Qianxue walk out of the courtyard quickly, Xu Yan (yù) stopped talking.

Yang Qianxue thought about him in everything, just now he almost couldn't help but want to tell the other party that the thief hid in his yard yesterday, and the stolen treasure of the City Lord's Mansion was on him, but thinking that his aunt decisively refused his request to cultivate immortals, Xu Yan sighed helplessly.

But what did my aunt mean by her words before leaving? He gave himself money and didn't give him any extra advice, so why was it unusual? Who else would come to his courtyard besides his aunt, how could he be remembered by thieves? Xu Yan walked towards where his aunt was standing, his eyes scanning the nearby items, and when he saw the wooden pier of split wood, his eyes froze.

He walked forward quickly, stroking the deep and prickly marks he had left when he had just chopped wood, and it was obvious at first glance that they were new, and more obvious than those left by the old (rì).

Seemingly... Auntie knows?

Her vague advice meant to let him hide the treasure carefully

Zhu, don't let anyone else know?

Xu Yan's brows furrowed slightly.

If that's the case, does my aunt want to keep this secret so that no one else can know about it?

……

Xu Yan walked to the stove with firewood, and after eating, he picked up the book and hid in the shade of a tree to read.

I looked at it and closed my eyelids, and after a while, I fell asleep. However, the spiritual beads in Xu Yan's dantian are still running tirelessly, and the spiritual energy is constantly passing through the spiritual beads (shēn), removing the impurities in the air and then running to the twenty-four main veins of Xu Yan, and so on...

Time flies, the sky is dotted with stars, and the quiet moon casts a silver color over the earth. In a courtyard of Yang's mansion, Yang Xiao had no time to appreciate the night, he sat quietly in front of the stone bench, his heart was full of resentment.

On his way to the Xiuxian Hall this morning, he found that there were still people in various disguises guarding outside the Yang Mansion. If you think about it, you know that it was in the snow

arranged, searched again, does he still think the thief is in the Yang family's mansion? He's deliberately making things difficult! And yesterday (rì) he showed off his power in the Yang Mansion in the snow, and he didn't rely on the momentum of the city lord's book... Relying on gamers to eat, it's also so rampant, wait for me to come out (rì), you must look good!

Yang Xiao clenched his fist and made a clicking sound.

However, if the thieves are really in the Yang Mansion...

For some reason, I suddenly thought of this possibility.

Yang Xiao immediately got up (shēn), turned his head to the attendant next to him, and left the place in a hurry.

Just after the hour, the Yang Mansion except for the guards was already lying on the (chuáng), dreaming of sweet dreams.

At this time, the black-clothed man hiding in the lower room listened vigilantly to the movements around him, and after the spiritual power ran in the dantian for a week, his feet moved silently. Soon out of the room, carefully looked around, found a leak, the doorman was actually leaning against the wall napping, the other person seemed to be in a hurry to rush to the hut, it was a godsend。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。

The man in black suddenly walked to the shēn (shēn), and his right hand turned into a sharp claw and grabbed at his neck, if he was caught by this hand, he would not die or be crippled. Black。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。

The man put his hand close to the guard's neck, which one suddenly changed, and the doorman rushed forward (shè), and at the same time as he rushed away, several short blades flew out of his hand. The short blade implies spiritual power, how can the speed not be fast, if the man in black can avoid it in his heyday, because he lost his strength in the hands of Xu Yan and Yang Qianxue one after another, and when he wanted to retreat again, it was too late, so he had to avoid the vital point。。。。。。。。。。。。。

If you can't do it, you can only withdraw quickly. But how could Yang Xiao, who had been guarding all night, let go of the man in black again? That's right, the napping doorman is Yang Xiao. As soon as Yang Xiao drank, he was surrounded by the guards of the Yang Mansion, and among these people, Yang Xiao's cultivation was the highest, and like the man in black, he was in the early stage of the second realm.

The black-clothed people are in a hurry, and they have been stealing for more than a few years, but they don't want to humiliate the Yang family today! Last night, I thought that the young man who was less than eighteen was just a calligraphy genius, but how could he know that his cultivation was so weird, and he suffered a big loss!

After waking up, he saw that the stolen treasure in his arms was gone, and his heart and liver throbbed, so is the City Lord's Mansion so easy to go? How much effort did it take him to enter the city lord's mansion, and when he finally hit the geese, he was pecked in the eye by the geese。。。。。。。。。。。。