A night of fun.

Warm sunlight shines through the dead wood branches and leaves through the windows of the wings.

Although it was winter, the chill in the house was not refreshing, but there was a slight sense of gentleness, which slowly spread from Hong Yi's body.

At the head of his bed hung a jewel that was emitting a faint blue light, dispelling the cold warmth, and it was from then on.

I heard that this is a strange thing from the overseas kamikaze country mermaid race, and if you hang it around, you can keep it from cold and heat, and it will be the same at all times.

This is also the day Hong Yi was born, and the current Emperor Daqian rewarded him with a birth celebration.

Hong Xuanji can be described as a very human minister, and he has a very close relationship with the Son of Heaven, and he is happy to have an heir, this congratulatory gift is nothing.

From childhood to adulthood, Hong Yi has almost worn it on his body, no matter winter or summer, it is like constant and unrestrained.

But when he was old last year, he took it off spontaneously, because his muscles and bones had grown and he needed to start practicing martial arts.

If the physical martial arts want to be cold and heaty, it is a miracle that only martial saints have.

Hong Yi, who has just begun to lay the foundation, naturally can't covet this short-term convenience, no matter the cold or heat, no matter the four seasons, you need to experience it yourself.

Otherwise, wouldn't it have become a joke if you practice three dogs in summer and three nine in winter.

"From today onwards, hide the four o'clock beads, and do not covet them when you sleep."

Hong Yi rubbed his sleepy eyes, looking at this jewel that he had been wearing since birth, and there was a little reluctance in his eyes.

In the past year, although he began to practice martial arts, he also placed it at the head of his bed when he slept.

The power of the Four Hour Beads can make him not feel the cold in the cold night, and not be invaded by the heat wave in the summer.

However, last night, he looked at the Xuanyuan sentient beings seal and wrote that the cross heaven and earth were unkind, and he seemed to have completely let go of the four o'clock beads.

The mental growth of a young man may be a very ordinary little thing, or an unforgettable experience.

"This is what the scholars of the Taixue Academy said about breaking away."

Hong Yi picked up the Four Hour Beads, wiped off the dust that did not exist on the surface with his sleeve, looked at it for a while, and finally put it into a wooden box.

Crunch.

With a soft sound, he closed the panel that had not been oiled for a long time.

Whew!

The cold wind outside the window suddenly spread with the winter light.

Hong Yi stood up, lit a stick of incense, pinched the time to wait for the incense to burn for thirty percent, and then washed up.

He looked at the unmistakable mirror in front of him, and couldn't help but nod.

I don't know what this mirror is made of, but I know that it was proposed by a genius prodigy named Yang An a few years ago, and once it was promoted, it was widely spread throughout Middle-earth.

Standing in front of this mirror, it is many times clearer than the previous bronze mirror, which can be called a fine dust, and it can be seen at a glance.

According to Yang An's young man, the mirror is called "glass".

Since then, everyone in Middle Earth has known that there is a prodigy in Yujing City.

However, Hong Yi happened to pass by his mother Zhao's room and heard some secret words about Yang An.

It is rumored that Yang An is the illegitimate son of Yang Gan, the son of today.

In recent days, Yang An seems to have gone to the Western Regions, and it is said that he has also made great achievements, and the Son of Heaven is about to make him a marquis.

"Yang An and I are not a few years old, but I can benefit the world with my wisdom, and with the title of marquis with my military exploits, I have lived in my father's mansion for a long time at this time, but I am like a gentleman with hands and feet bound."

Hong Yi looked at the glass mirror and seemed to see Yang An, who was only a few years younger than himself, through thousands of miles of clouds and smoke.

At the same age, others are even about to be crowned marquis, but he himself has not left the mansion, even if he travels far away, at most he has only been to Xishan a hundred miles away.

As Wen Wuhou's sister-in-law, whenever the relatives gathered, when he talked about Yang An, he did have some jealousy and yearning in his heart.

is so young, if he is a marquis, he is the same as his father Hong Xuanji in terms of title.

"I will be able to participate in the township examination in the spring of next year, and if I get a reputation in the examination, I will be a master, and if I win the first place in the examination, I will be the champion, not necessarily worse than Yang An."

Hong Yi straightened his clothes, and secretly found a step for himself in his heart.

After all, the young man is popular, and he has not become as young and old as mentioned in the book, and he has the heart of comparison.

However, he has one thing that is far superior to these gentlemen in Yujing City, that is, he is only compared with the good.

What is worse than him is unjust, and the other is meaningless.

Yang An is young, and he admires that he can achieve such an achievement, but he also secretly has the idea of competing or even surpassing in his heart.

In the martial arts, I heard that Yang An was about to enter the innate martial arts, and his strength was almost impossible to find an opponent at the age of the same year.

And Hong Yi himself has not even solidified his flesh and skin, so where can he think about any comparison.

But if the paper is accepted, he is confident that he can overpower the other party.

Since the founding of the country, Daqian has attached equal importance to civil and military affairs, and even more emphasis has been placed on literature and knowledge over the years, and even his father Hong Xuanji has been practicing literature for ten years.

When he became the champion, he won the victory over Yang An in Wendao.

"I can't achieve anything about the path of cultivation..."

Thinking about it, Hong Yi stretched out his palm and stood upright with one palm, as if he was folding some special seal.

The seal was very long, and the posture was rather strange, and he even had to rely on the confinement of his other finger to get it intact.

Moreover, in the process of casting the seal, his body began to secrete a trace of sweat involuntarily, which was originally due to the coldness derived from the four o'clock beads, which was directly dispelled by the heat in his body.

A single handprint made a young man sweat all over the winter, and it was not until the incense was completely burned out that he slowly condensed.

Tear and pull!

The subtle sound of muscles and bones rubbing against each other, as if following this handprint, constantly vibrated Hong Yi's body.

The squeezing of heavy joints, like the thunder of a tiger and a leopard, rises from time to time.

Crash!

The sound of the river wandering through the skin and rolling through the depths of the blood vessels, as if the blood was also moving with the Dharma, setting off waves.

Knock knock knock!

The young man's strong and powerful heartbeat was like a very violent drum beat in an instant, and it spread from his chest, causing Hong Yi, who was holding the seal, to feel a little uncomfortable.

His face had already turned bloodless pale when the law was completed, and he couldn't stop halfway through!

"How is that possible...!"

Hong Yi held his handprint, maintained a standing posture, and looked at himself in the mirror blankly, the surprise and fear in his heart were undisguised.

He received a message from the Dao Lord last night to visualize the Xuanyuan Seal of All Beings in the net of sentient beings, but he only felt those endless evil thoughts, and his physical body was only weak because he did not perform it.

But this morning, I just wanted to make a slight attempt, and such a subversive thing happened.

The most special and incomprehensible thing is that his flesh, muscles, bones, blood marrow, viscera and even hair ends all begin to resonate!

The endless beating sensation that comes from the eight veins of the Qi Sutra and the four tips and seven orifices is endless, and the cycle is endless!

It's just holding the seal, how can it leapfrog the gradual progress of the martial artist's body refinement? As if it was unreasonable at all, he had exercised the blood marrow that only the Martial Saint had involved?!

Is this the wonder of the Daoist Method?

Hong Yiqiang endured the shock all over his body, and suddenly remembered the Tiger Demon Body Refining Fist he got back then.

The comparison between the two is like mud!

Tear and pull!

After three sticks of incense, Hong Yi, who was sweaty, finally bounced off his palm violently and failed to pinch it steadily.

He felt that even his eyelids were trembling, and he sat on the ground and fell to the ground.

The blankets made of snow sheepskin brought from the Western Regions were all soaked in his sweat, and the beads of sweat like black mud stuck to the surface of his skin like maggots on tarsal bones.

"The strength has grown... Fifty percent! ”

Hong Yi supported his tired body, walked to a stone lock group in the courtyard of the back room, and tried with all his strength, but found that compared to before, his strength was fifty percent greater!

I didn't expect this Xuanyuan sentient beings seal to have such a miraculous gain on the development of the physical body!

Whew!

Hong Yi's eyes moved, jumped into the stone lock group, and began to exert his strength.

As soon as the exhaustion passed, a new force was gradually renewed, and the cycle continued until he was finally exhausted.

"The literature is peerless in the world, and the martial arts are the best armies."

Near noon, Hong Yi was lying in a wooden barrel full of medicinal baths, feeling the physical strength replenished by the big medicine, and suddenly remembered a sentence that seemed to be heard.

With the Xuanyuan sentient beings imprinted, he was not unable to be in the martial arts, and he also suppressed Yang An.

Gradually, Hong Yi began to study and practice martial arts in the mansion every day with peace of mind, until the winter passed, until the beginning of spring came.

This little young man, even if he has the teachings of the Taoist Master, is just an adventure for him.

If the world has an adventure, what will it do first?

Since the past is not completed, the past is not finished, and the past is not finished.

At the end of the day, it's nothing more than a smooth mind, that's all.

At this time, the sixteen-year-old Hong Yi did not have as much ambition as the future trajectory, and in this trajectory, there was no pain of losing his mother or persecution from his biological father.

If there is no oppression, how can there be bitterness and hatred?

……

"Duan Dao Master, good means."

In the place of origin of the void chaos, the Immortal Emperor glanced at Duan Zhen, who was sitting upright as if he was asleep, and frowned slightly.

It is clear that the fortune of the entire universe has fallen, why is the Son of Destiny stagnant at this time?

And he gathered the memories of reincarnation for hundreds of generations, and clearly saw countless times about Hong Yi's future, why did there be a mistake this time?

"If Yi Zi doesn't come, everyone in this era is talking about the other side, and Daoist Duan really wants to go his own way?"

The Immortal Emperor dropped the black and white sons again, watched the changes on the chessboard, and spoke towards Duan Zhen again.

As Duan Zhen said, he looks at his own body and is boundless, and on the contrary, Duan Zhen is the same in his eyes.

At this moment, he was just a Yang God projection incarnation, and he didn't have too much strength to spend time with Duan Zhen.

The net of sentient beings with so many evil thoughts and good thoughts that it was no less than the bridge on the other side also made him not have the slightest idea of wasting his strength.

Fighting for time, Duan Zhen always has the thoughts of sentient beings as the source, and his projection body is simply unsustainable.

Therefore, he proposed to use the method of playing chess, one to one.

Is it that all living beings are on the other side? Or is it a man who crosses the other side alone?

This is the difference between him and Duan Zhen.

Unexpectedly, Duan Zhen didn't play chess at all, and even chess viewers didn't want to do it.

Except for what he said at the beginning, he didn't pay attention to him from beginning to end.

None of the eyes were open, as if they were really asleep.

But how can it be so simple for an outsider who cultivates to be almost comparable to himself?

"Since Dao Master Duan is like this, I will also give up this bit of face."

The Immortal Emperor sighed from afar, pressed down the two sons with both hands, and the chessboard suddenly surged with thunder.

His gaze drooped, and his gaze seemed to pass through countless spaces, looking at the world and seeing Zhongzhou.

On the top of the sky of Yunluan Mountain, on the majestic mountain called Taishi, a woman holding a peachwood long sword and a little girl in red behind her raised her head slightly.

A giant finger that is so big that there is no end in sight, almost enveloping tens of thousands of miles of mountain ranges, and encircling the entire Zhongzhou and even more than a dozen states, is falling from the sky!

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