Early dispersion.

A bunch of folds were brought back to the imperial study.

At this time, the future emperor was still a freak:

Big head, deep-set eyes, no crying or fuss, tail vertebrae protruding like small tails, wrapped in some disgusting scales.

This is cursed by the "Ghost Stone", and the mutated baby is named Wei Zhang, who is being imprisoned by his own mother.

Except for a nurse, no one could come near him.

Not only that, but this nurse can't leave this palace, this courtyard, and all the meals are delivered by someone.

The guards were given the order to "be on strict duty, and forbid anyone to enter or leave unless there was a decree from Concubine Hua or the regent."

Therefore, this palace that houses the future emperor has become a mysterious forbidden place, and it is also a privacy that no one in the palace can touch.

Xia Ji is the lord of the Western Palace, the regent, and the nominally current supreme ruler of the Wei state.

And this Concubine Hua is the master of the East Palace, and she holds a lot of secret agreements with major families left by King Wei at the beginning.

...

Two red candles.

In the candlelight, the regent in a python robe was concentrating, lifting his pen and drawing circles on the folds.

Sometimes frowning and pondering, sometimes writing and annotating.

It's all about experience, and that's another benefit of being a regent, right?

The night is quiet.

Footsteps were heard outside the courtyard, from near and far, and soon there was a knock on the door.

Xia Ji raised his head at this time.

Tonight, there is no snow and the moon is shining.

A rare sunny day.

In the crevices of the windows.

The moon faintly passed midnight, and it was midnight.

The knock on the door sounded slowly.

"Come in. The regent put down his pen, and the black shadow fell obliquely.

Squeak.

The door opened.

The cold wind blows in with an appetizing scent.

Xiao Yuanwu was holding a tray, and on the plate was a bowl of fine noodles.

On a cold winter night, the heat is enough to make your mouth hungry.

The little lady said, "I'm afraid you're hungry late at night." ”

She put the bowl of noodles in the empty space of the desk and asked, "Don't you sleep yet?"

Xia Ji was also hungry.

It's weird.

In the end, he was hungry, and this fiancée sent noodles.

Or is it because her noodles are so fragrant that she smells hungry?

No matter so much.

He held the bowl in both hands.

A hot feeling came from the palm of the hand, and in this cold and biting winter day, the warmth warmed the bottom of my heart.

Take a sip of noodle soup and eat a chopstick noodle.

The little lady held her cheeks, sat in the lamplight, and watched him quietly.

The picture is as if it were frozen.

In the imperial study at midnight, the two tacitly agreed that they did not speak.

Actually, that's exactly what it is.

If you are familiar enough, why do you need to warm up with greetings?

Although the two of them did not reach that point, they strangely brewed such an atmosphere.

Very comfortable and free.

"Heh..."Xia Ji ate all the noodles and drank the noodle soup, the amount was just right, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, it was very comfortable.

Xiao Yuanwu got up and picked up the empty dishes and chopsticks, put them back on the tray, and said gently, "Rest early." ”

With that, she turned and left, as if she had waited until midnight to make a bowl of noodles.

And at this time...

Ning Meng was really having nightmares.

In the dream, the vixen snatched her beloved Xia Ji, and she flew into the air in a red liuxian skirt to chase after her, but she couldn't catch up.

The feeling of despair was very uncomfortable.

In dreams.

Two lines of tears flowed down.

It's so uncomfortable.

She was like being bound in a spider's web, and thousands of threads were wrapped around her, and the more she struggled, the more uncomfortable she became.

But if you want to cut it off, how can you give it up?

She didn't even feel like herself anymore, but she still couldn't get what she wanted.

...

After midnight, most of the folds were reviewed.

Xia Ji closed his eyes and thought for a moment, his mind suddenly moved, and he actually had a crazy idea about cultivation.

Think of it, act on it.

The regent left the imperial study and came to the cold palace in the corner of the west palace alone, which had become his cultivation place.

Take off the python robe and change into a strong suit.

The right hand was stretched out, and the blood under the skin suddenly boiled, and the heat even rushed out of the pores, forming a treacherous blood mist, which had just spewed out, and then converged into the arm, the scene was quite spectacular.

And every time this repetition, Xia Ji felt a temporary overall enhancement.

This is the role of the Blood Boiling Demon Skill.

But Xia Ji didn't want to test the power of this exercise.

The holy bone opened, the Xuan Qi was introduced, and the second phalanx of the index finger of the right hand entered a wonderful, extremely slow change.

The end of this change is the transformation into a holy bone.

But Xia Ji had tried before, and it would take at least a year for the formation of the second holy bone to form, and this was still under the condition of concentrating on cultivating the "Icon Gong".

At this time, he had a feeling in his heart, and wanted to try to use the Blood Boiling Demon Skill to see if he could speed up the process.

The skeleton is bathed in blood.

Boiling blood should have some effect.

The boiling blood and the Xuan Qi that were extradited into the second phalanx slowly formed a subtle connection.

Xia Ji's eyes suddenly lit up: "Effective!"

He felt the acceleration of the sanctification of the second phalanx.

Continue the process with patience.

The speed of acceleration is getting faster.

This is not a constant velocity.

It's an acceleration.

"Boiling Blood Demon Skill can really greatly promote the cultivation of the Icon Skill!"

Xia Ji really gained a surprise, originally just a whimsical thought flashed in his heart, but he didn't expect it to come true.

It seems that there is a connection between Xuangong.

Perhaps, some are complementary to each other.

Some people restrain each other, and if they practice this one, they can't practice that one.

Feeling the acceleration of sanctification, Xia Ji reined in his mind and cultivated this mystical method without distraction.

A stick of incense time...

Two incense sticks time...

...

Unconsciously the sky is getting brighter, and the horizon shows a touch of fish belly white.

Xia Ji slowly opened his eyes, and his right hand was filled with a divine aura.

"The second holy bone is done!!The holy bone that originally took a year to practice was actually done overnight. It's unimaginable that the Blood Boiling Demon Skill and the Holy Icon Skill have such a contributing effect!"

The regent didn't sleep all night, but instead of feeling tired, he smiled a little more.

The next few days.

Every night, Xia Ji would come to the cold palace alone and use this method to practice the "Icon Gong".

Sleep time is simply pranayama and napping after nightfall.

He has just entered Tongxuan, and he feels that his strength is low, where can he dare not work hard?

There are twenty-seven bones in the right hand, and the sanctification of these bones progresses with each passing night.

I don't feel half a moon.

The Regent has completed almost half of the reliquification.

The right hand is clawed and clenched suddenly.

A divine aura surged out, and if you could see through it, you could see that the bones in this right hand had turned white and gold.

This is clearly a different substance.

Xia Ji looked at his hand quietly: "Holy bones, hard, warding off evil spirits, can even transform power in subtle proportions, so that power such as true qi can attack curses."

If my whole hand is sanctified, will I be able to hang and beat evil spirits?

Not... It's a bit exciting to use true qi to abuse ghosts.

However, in the curse, the black carriage should not be touched first. ”

Xia Ji thought about the "crimson texture of the overlapping three waning moons" on his left hand, and the black egg he saw on the fourth floor of Cloud Heart Pavilion when he first arrived.

The image of the weird little girl, the appearance of the black carriage turned into a charcoal corpse jumping into the deep well, Wei Qingyi, the weird elite disciple of the Beiliangzhou Holy Hall, and the wording of the poisonous unicorn mentioning the little girl...

Obviously, this is an existence with a very high status in the underworld.

When I think of the underworld, I think of the seventh ancient secret realm of the third peak of the Blue Sky Mountain.

"Or go back and see?"

Xia Ji's mind instantly flashed the appearance of the three great curses.

For some reason, there was a strange sense of strangeness at this time.

...

From the depths of winter to the end of the year.

The New Year is approaching.

The red couplet paper-cut appliqué, red and fiery, festive, everywhere, from time to time in the air burst a string of firecrackers, the snow is permeated with the smell of gunpowder.

Outside the palace gate, the mortal city is far more noisy than in the past, the ox carts buying New Year's goods are constantly coming and going at the city gate, and the children are far more relaxed than before, chasing each other in the streets.

The palace was also very festive, the king of Wei had passed away, but the young and courageous regent had taken over the scepter smoothly and smoothly.

Although he disappears at every turn, his efficiency is much higher than that of the old King Wei.

Unknowingly.

Another few days passed.

It stands to reason that the envoy who hid in the mountains and used the Night Demon Xuandian to recover should have come to Wei to find trouble.

However, the powerful Tongxuan Dual Heaven powerhouse, Ye Lingtian did not appear where he should have appeared.

I don't know if something happened or something else...

The days passed peacefully.

Xia Ji went to the court, practiced, and lived a monotonous life.

Xiao Yuanwu cooked supper for him, and occasionally ran out during the day, and as soon as he left the palace gate, it was as if he had evaporated from the world, and he could never find it again.

Ning Mengzhen fell into a state of "although I don't have any skills, but I can eat".

The rest of the wise elders who came with Xia Ji, Li Ying, Han Cicada, and Ling Yuan all found their own rhythm of life, but Xia Ji was busy with government affairs and cultivation, so he ignored them.

It's about half a month later.

In the cold palace.

Xia Ji raised his hand, his five fingers were interlocked, and the white-gold bones flickered, like a god.

A sense of mystery arose in the heart of the regent.

"The complete sanctification of my right hand is unexpected!

Now I have holy bones inside, boiled blood inside, skin membranes and breakthroughs outside... In this way, when encountering those curses, I am afraid that even with bare hands, there should be the strength of a fight, right?

It's just that I don't know how effective it is.

It stands to reason that my fifteen-thousand-year-old True Qi and 17 units of Xuan Qi should be able to kill a small curse, right?

Either way, you should find a chance to give it a try.

But I am not to be complacent.

After all, there are only 27 bones in one hand, compared to the 206 bones in the whole body, and the progress is just over one-eighth.

When the skeleton of the whole body is sanctified, this icon skill will be considered to be truly practiced. ”

Xia Ji closed his eyes and carefully understood the state of the true system, but saw that it was:

[True body: bone 27, skin 1, blood 0, flesh 0, internal organs 0]

"This bone really refers to the number of transformations of the holy bone, and according to this state, I can roughly guess that the skin can be superimposed, but now I only have a layer of icon skin...

We can only wait for the opportunity in the future.

As for the blood, flesh, internal organs, etc., it is completely unknown. ”

The regent got up, the python robe was fierce in the cold wind, he looked up at the moon, and whispered to himself: "The road to becoming stronger is long and long, and you still need to search up and down." ”

...

New year.

Decorations.

The sound of firecrackers.

Warm incense wafts.

Envoys from the state capitals paid tribute.

Intrauterine.

Concubine Hua advocated holding a larger banquet.

The regent, however, did not feel necessary.

Because in the cultivation of these days, he was aware of his thoughts, and he just took this opportunity to do it.

As soon as the morning came, the regent left the palace, and when he returned, he was carrying a super python that he had killed.

It's the kind that quickly becomes a refined dragon.

He took hundreds of miles in one step, and the deep mountains and old forests should not go back and forth too fast.

That giant python is really a monster level, just a mouthful of fangs gives people the appearance of "being able to bite weapons".

Xia Ji directly cut the giant python into pieces, let people wash it, and then transported a huge iron fork through a piece of meat, set up a bonfire, and barbecued it in the open space of the West Palace.

This is a necessary "hobby" that he has only understood in recent days, and it can also be described as sustenance.

It's done today.

Now sitting on the bluestone of a small garden, cutting the snake meat with a sharp kitchen knife, the soul has entered another calm and ethereal state.

"It's no wonder that there are chef hunters and other professions that seem to have little to do with martial arts.

It turns out to be a way to regulate the state of mind.

Cultivating martial arts, the nerves are too tense, and finding a sustenance is a must.

Not... This is like what in the previous life, you need to pick a deputy position?"

The corners of Xia Ji's lips rose, as if he was amused by his thoughts.

He fiddled with the flames as he placed the massive piece of snake flesh on the shelf and let the tongue of fire lick it.

Maybe it's because it's too slow.

His right hand slammed down.

The blood that still existed in the snake boiled, and a tumbling of boiling water appeared on the snake's skin.

Use the Blood Boiling Demon to cook snake meat...

This is probably the first time this method has been used in this way.

The fragrance soon attracted many curious palace maids and concubines...

Xia Ji is also not outside, and those who see it have a share.

This kind of snake king meat that has almost become a fine is also a lot of benefits to the human body, and the original meat aroma and simple and rough salt particles are really attractive.

Xiao Yuanwu also divided a piece of barbecue, and she sat not far or close to Xia Ji, maintaining just the right distance.

Ning Mengzhen also came, but there was melancholy locked between her eyebrows and eyes, and this melancholy made her heavy, as if she was wearing shackles and hiding her thoughts.

As soon as the New Year is over.

The weather is getting warmer.

Some strange news came back from the border, saying that there seemed to be a large-scale "natural disaster" on the periphery of Yan Kingdom, and countless refugees were fleeing for their lives to the central royal capital, but the royal capital sent soldiers to stop it, and then a certain scale of conflict broke out.

Clearly, in the unknown, something beyond imagination is happening.

But Xia Ji was not overly curious.

No matter what changes happen in this world, he just needs to concentrate on development.

Following the sanctification of the 27 bones of one hand, he began to transform the humerus of his right arm, which is the thickest bone of the upper limbs, and once he practiced it, he completed more than half of the sanctification of his own arm.

But three or two days later, progress was extremely slow.

Even if you use the Blood Boiling Demon Skill to speed up, you can't achieve the original effect.

It's easy to understand.

Although there are as many as 27 bones in the right hand, the total weight is not as heavy as a humerus, so the cost is naturally different.

Xia Ji is not impatient, he goes to court during the day and cultivates at night.