"Sixty percent!"

"Sixty and a half!"

"Seventy percent!"

"Eighty percent!"

"I don't think I've reached my limits... But reluctance leads to unknowable danger, and at this time, I must not have an accident, and it is not necessary. ”

In the cold palace where the white curtain is flying, the ancient bronze mirror reflects the white air lingering and steaming youth.

He was tightly wrapped in a strong coat, his eyes were as calm as water, and the mirror showed a strange burning ancient Buddha.

Man and Buddha, through the mirror, gaze at each other.

The pupils of the ancient Buddha's palm have been opened eighty percent at this time!

Probably!

It is enough to make anyone who has a flaw in his heart burn himself to death in an instant.

However, this fire of fear that lurks in the spirit has always been hidden.

Because the boy is invulnerable at this time.

That's not to say he's out of the blue.

Unless you have truly lost your humanity, how can you not have demons?

Xia Ji just let these flaws disappear in an instant.

Whenever a desire arises, two completely different forces arise in an instant.

A force is going to tear this flaw bigger and wider, full of destruction and scorching.

There is also a force that annihilates this flaw in an instant.

The opposite force, the cancellation is zero.

It was a silent war, and no one could even see it, not even if they were standing on the side of the boy!

However, Xia Ji was fighting with this thousand-armed and thousand-eyed ancient Buddha at a rapid pace.

In every place of demons.

in every desire.

Fighting in the tiniest persistence, flaws, seven emotions and six desires.

In a thought.

Both will have a split-second encounter.

With just one negligence, the demons in the heart will be completely torn apart, like bursting the embankment, out of control.

From time to time, a few flames would faintly pass under the boy's skin.

But as soon as those flames were born, they would be instantly snuffed out by Xia Ji.

I don't know how long it took.

A long sigh of relief came.

Xia Ji looked at his appearance in the bronze mirror.

His clothes were tattered and ragged, and the edges of the pitted holes were scorched, but his skin was unharmed, only beads of sweat oozed densely, and his black hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead.

The boy didn't realize it, but muttered to himself:

"According to the information of the Giant Ink Palace, it should be about the same, there are very few flaws in my state of mind, and even if there is, it will be instantly detected by me, and then annihilated.

It should be getting closer and closer to the point where it can accommodate Xuan Qi. ”

Xia Ji walked out of the cold palace, bowed his head and pondered, although he was tired, he had gained a lot.

When passing through Huaqing Palace, he only heard laughter from the palace, it seemed that Xiao Yuanwu and a few concubines were talking about something, as if they were very happy.

I don't know when it began, in the palace, whether it was the palace maids, eunuchs or the concubines of the East Palace, their attitudes towards Xiao Yuanwu were changing.

Originally, the woman who suddenly broke in was deeply guarded, but now this guard has long since disappeared.

Even Concubine Hua has become this best friend.

From the beginning of the strange defense, to the relaxation at the moment, acceptance, and even like to run to "run the door" from time to time, as if she was the lady of the regent.

If Xia Ji wants to "abandon her from the beginning to the end" now, I am afraid that in this palace, there will be a lot of gossip to accuse Xia Ji of not.

Wash.

Change.

Upper court.

I harvested a bunch of folds and accumulated them in the imperial study.

There was the sound of footsteps outside the door.

The girl held a peach blossom umbrella and stood in front of the entrance to the regent's imperial study.

The courtyard gate is like an arch, and the inside is a withered garden, except for a few branches of white plum, the dark fragrance floats.

The heavy snow is too much.

The girl did not go into the house, nor did she make a sound, but waited quietly.

It wasn't until there was a creaky push on the door in the study that she smiled in surprise.

Xia Ji pushed open the door and rubbed his forehead, in recent days, he has been using the mysterious ancient Buddha to sharpen his demons every day, he is really very tired, seeing the girl in the snow, he can't help asking: "Yuan Wu, what are you doing?"

The little lady smiled: "Waiting for you." ”

"Wait for me?"

"Well, let's go to dinner. ”

Xia Ji was a little stunned: "Why don't you come in and wait?"

The little lady said playfully: "Lord Regent, the little lady doesn't dare to disturb rashly, in case the state affairs are delayed... The little girl can't afford it. ”

She blinked strangely in the snow, her eyes seemed to smile.

It's just that no matter how you laugh, there is an elegance that rejects people thousands of miles away.

Elegance is indifference.

Her indifference was innate.

But at this time, I wanted to get closer.

Thus arises an indescribable contradiction.

But Xia Ji smiled.

The smile dissolves the slightest incongruity in this contradiction.

Xiao Yuanwu also smiled.

She turned sideways, revealing a flawless silhouette, on the peach blossom umbrella, seven taels of snow sprinkled like a horse lantern, and fell to the ground in a row.

"Let's go, I've been waiting for you for a long time, my legs are sore!"

This moment.

It seems that the heavy snow in winter has warmed up.

Imperial Dining Room.

The palace maids and eunuchs all retreated.

In the golden candlestick, the two dine quietly.

No one spoke.

But it's strangely not embarrassing.

Many candles illuminated the temple.

The following month.

Xia Ji used the bronze mirror to cultivate in the cold palace every day.

Sometimes, he would even place many mirrors to face several burning ancient Buddhas at the same time, but the doubling of the effect did not happen because he could only see the ancient Buddha in the mirror with his pupils facing him.

No matter how many mirrors there are, there is only one ancient Buddha.

And Xiao Yuanwu also began to leave the palace from time to time, but returned before dark every time.

She never set foot in the cold palace where Xia Ji was, and Xia Ji didn't ask her what she was doing.

...

The ancient Buddha had thousands of hands and thousands of eyes, and the flames swirled in the heat of the soul finally became precipitated.

Xia Ji closed his eyes, quietly realized the integrity of his state of mind, and after a lot of tempering, the demon in his heart finally disappeared.

Thanks to the true meaning of his fear, he was able to do this.

Otherwise, even he would have to accept the training in the way of "cutting the love thread".

Cutting off the love thread, cutting off the seven emotions and six desires in the world, may not be successful, and then leaving a body of regret, isn't it the biggest tragedy?

He took a deep breath, got up, and stepped out of the cold palace.

In this silent night when no one was snowing, he only felt that his heart was extremely pure, and this heaven and earth were also extremely pure.

The pure heart and the pure heaven create a peculiar connection.

He closed his eyes and tried to step out, but it seemed as if the wind was carrying him around.

Or rather, he is the wind.

The wind will blow, and he will move forward.

The wind moved three zhang, and he also moved three zhang.

Heaven and man are one.

Xuan Qi enters the body.

Xia Ji stood in the center of the courtyard.

Suddenly, the snowflakes of heaven and earth came closer to him.

The snowflakes became the white currents, and he became the center of the whirlpool.

And, in the true qi flowing in the body, there was a faint trace of a completely different aura.

Xia Ji suddenly realized in his heart.

This is Xuanqi.

The storm is getting stronger.

The white curtain, which was so strong that it was cold, began to dance wildly, and even the bronze mirror in the room was overwhelmed, and it fell to the ground with a clatter, smashed into pieces.

The landscape paintings were torn apart by the wind, the empty beds creaked, and the teapots and cups on the purple case were all shattered.

"Is this Xuan Qi entering the body?"

These days, Xia Ji has already been ready to enter the Xuan, so he didn't feel abrupt when he was promoted today, but this way of absorbing Xuanqi was a little violent.

The information of the Giant Ink Palace only briefly mentions that Xuan Qi can not be absorbed at any time, and when you first enter the Xuan Qi, it is a great opportunity, and in the future, it will not be possible to absorb as much Xuan Qi as when you are promoted, so don't pay attention to it.

Xia Ji originally thought that "Xuan Qi Entering the Body" was carried out in a quiet way, but he never thought that it was completely different.

He suppressed it slightly, controlling the speed of the "Xuan Qi entering the body", and then stepped out, and the Xuan Law was launched in inches in the world.

One step is directly miles away.

This is far more than the True Qi version.

Xia Ji was not surprised, this was also expected by him.

Because in addition to the true qi, there is also the mystical qi that drives this mystical law.

After stepping, he soon appeared on a mountain in the northern part of the royal capital.

The mountains are like a dragon, stretching low in the snow, galloping like an elephant.

Xia Ji could no longer suppress his absorption.

Suddenly all released.

Boom!!

The snowflakes seemed to explode and became a tsunami, with him as the center, and a frenzy poured in.