Han Yi read the book very quickly, and it almost took less than a minute to finish reading this Demon Chronicle.

After all, with Han Yi's current understanding, wisdom, and memory, memorizing the contents of an ordinary book is just a matter of taking a look.

After reading this book, Han Yi directly replaced it with another one.

In this way, in less than five minutes, Han Yi had already read six or seven books.

Looking at Han Yi, who was flipping through the books there, instead of reading the books, the old man couldn't help frowning and said, "Daoyou, what are you looking for?" If you're looking for a magic book, you can tell me. ”

Hearing his father's words, Han Yi looked back and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm too presumptuous, originally I thought that if I memorized all the classics here, it would be much easier and more convenient to learn magic." ”

Hearing Han Yi's apology, Dad's face looked a lot better, after all, the classics here are his lifeblood, and anyone who flips around here will feel uncomfortable.

It's just that after hearing Han Yi's explanation, Dad couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Write them all down first? Didn't you just flip around?"

This sentence involuntarily popped out of my father's mouth.

"Why do you think so? I'm not flipping around, of course. It's just a book, and with my ability, it's not too difficult to write it down. ”

It's not that hard! It's so easy that it takes less than a minute to write down a book, which is not much different from flipping, right?

Dad complained secretly in his heart, but on the surface, he smiled and said: "Since Daoyou is a bookkeeper, then I won't bother, I'll go and finish the work first, you can be busy with yours!" ”

After speaking, without waiting for Han Yi's response, Dad left the basement with Shi Shiran.

Ignoring his father's departure, Han Yi looked at the book by himself.

In just half an hour, Han Yi memorized nearly two hundred books.

At this time, Jackie Chan also returned to the basement with a stack of 4A paper and a pen.

Han Yi took the paper, but ignored the pen in Jackie Chan's hand.

Just when Jackie Chan was confused, Han Yi spoke.

Looking at the paper in his hand, Han Yi touched the divine power seed of the Ruyi Law in his mind, thinking about the national art he had learned in the Dragon and Snake World, and said, "Ruyi Law, turn paper into a book!" ”

Han Yi's words fell, and the true qi in his body began to be consumed, and the power of the law shrouded the paper in the middle of the collection.

In just a few breaths, the thick stack of paper turned into a four-centimeter-thick thread-bound book.

"This ...... This...... What the hell is this? ”

Jackie Chan looked at this scene dumbfounded, and held back for a long time before he could hold back such a sentence.

In this regard, Han Yi handed the book to Jackie Chan without any care.

This wishful law, after all, is a supernatural power transformed by Han Yi's mental power and the power of the galaxy.

Mental power, the heart moves the mind, and the mind moves the object; The power of the galaxy, the power of spiritual creation, makes the impossible possible.

The combination of the two forms the Ruyi Decree, which can rewrite the magic power of the law.

The rewritten rules are strong, and the longer the maintenance time, the greater the consumption.

But something as small as turning paper into a book couldn't be simpler.

Han Yi handed the book to Jackie Chan and said, "Take it!" Practice well! In addition, bring some more paper, and I will write down the martial scriptures. ”

"Oh! Oh! ”

Hearing Han Yi's words, Jackie Chan reacted, and hurriedly nodded and took the book and walked out.

Han Yi shook his head, and then continued to read the book to himself.

Not only that, Han Yi is also condensing blood.

The blood exchange and forging body realm in the broken realm of the Bao Dan is to constantly pass through the qi and blood of the Void Pill that is held, condense the qi and blood by absorbing the true qi of the Void Pill, and then quench the blood, and then use the blood to transform the body including the bone marrow and internal organs, so that the body contains its own perception and Tao.

And this is also a key step in Han Yi's martial arts, where cultivators forge their own physique.

You must know that the true qi in the body of a martial artist who has cultivated to this point already contains the cultivator's perception and the path he has established.

It is precisely these perceptions, as well as one's own path, that can condense qi and blood and refine blood.

As for true qi, it is just to provide nutrients for qi, blood, and blood, so that cultivators don't have to devour food to supplement their nutrition.

According to the martial arts created by Han Yi, ordinary people only need to refine their own qi, blood and blood at this stage, so that they can contain their own laws and paths, and finally transform their bodies.

But Han Yi is different, the Cangtian Ba Blood Meridian he created needs to transform himself three times.

Therefore, Han Yi naturally did not waste time, and began to refine his qi and blood at the first opportunity, which was something Han Yi began to do after the battle of Tianhe City, and now his own blood has been refined less than one percent.

……

Just when Han Yi was reading a book in the basement, Jackie Chan had already returned to the hall with the book in his arms.

"The Secret Record of National Arts!"

Looking at the four big characters on the thread-bound book, Jackie Chan flipped through it with some excitement.

I saw that the book was densely packed, extremely standardized, and neatly formatted, expounding the methods of various national arts cultivation, and even various realm descriptions.

Tai Chi, Bagua, Xingyi......

The inheritance of Chinese national art is all in this small book.

For a while, Jackie Chan couldn't help but be fascinated by it, and gradually forgot the time, and Bao Dan, who had entered by chance, was also completely enlightened, which made him feel a sudden realization.

At this time, Daddy Cheng walked in with a large box of small items and a little girl wearing an orange-red hooded kaftan and dark blue trousers.

"Hey! Jackie Chan, don't come to help Daddy! ”

Dad's words interrupted Jackie Chan, who was immersed in the book.

"Huh? It's coming, it's coming! ”

Hearing his father's words, Jackie Chan looked up and saw his father's condition, hurriedly put the book in his hand on the counter, and then hurriedly ran over to take the object in his father's hand.

"Jackie Chan! What book were you reading? is so engrossed that I didn't even notice my dad coming in, is it some kind of ancient book? ”

Dad's dissatisfied words came to Jackie Chan's ears.

Jackie Chan smiled apologetically and said, "It's the secret record of Han's predecessors." ”

After taking the object, Jackie Chan found the little girl next to his father.

"Daddy, who is this little guy?"

Hearing Jackie Chan's words, the little girl puffed out her mouth and blew a strand of hair on her forehead to show her dissatisfaction.

"She?"

Dad walked to the counter and said without looking back: "It's Xiaoyu, your niece!" She's moving in with you for a while, you know? ”

"Oh!"

Jackie Chan habitually responded, and then reacted and said in surprise: "Huh? I have a niece?"

Dad nodded and said, "It's your cousin, Xinxin's daughter." ”

"Why didn't anyone notify me?"

"They don't want you to worry about it, now you two get to know each other."

Daddy smiled and walked into the room behind the counter and went to the basement.

For a while, only Jackie Chan and Xiaoyu were left in the hall staring at each other.

(End of chapter)