The Shen Xin Temple is a place where the disciples of the Ghost Valley have practiced and tested for generations.

The Guigu Gate, the palace is in pieces, and the Shenxin Hall is just a corner of the place, but it is very large.

At a glance, the empty hall, with the carved beams and paintings based on black, comes into view, and the floor is mainly black, and I don't know how much black willow wood is used.

Qinling is the land of the Great Qin Dragon Vein, and the Qin people are still black.

I couldn't help but wonder about the relationship between the Guigu Gate Court and Daqin......

Yuan Zheng wore a black pearl necklace around his neck, like a black Bodhi.

"The classics of the Vertical and Horizontal Holy Sword, in this Heavenly Chain, find out your divine sense, and you will know how to cultivate. ”

"Remember, you can't watch the sword at the same time, you will get the backlash, and you will come in order. A soft voice sounded in Yuan Zheng's ears.

Yuan Zheng always thought that in the entire land of Guigu, there were only two people, Su Yi and Guiguzi, but he never thought that there were two young women here.

Sichuan pepper is wearing a lilac long skirt, wrapping the whole body, which is like this, and it also outlines a moving curve, with a graceful and soft face like a bright jade, which naturally reveals the style and temperament that cardamom should have.

Compared to Sichuan peppercorns, fennel looks much colder.

Fennel has a dark black suit, slender and smart, a rather beautiful cheek, and a very white complexion, a little pale.

The pale and beautiful face, with waist-length hair as black as ink, and a black dress, exudes a noble and morbid beauty.

Fennel should be able to marry into a princely family if she wants to.

Yuan Zheng poked out his divine sense, and in the chain of hanging heavens, the majestic and complex sword theory method came to his mind for the first time.

At a cursory glance, Yuan Zheng's true yuan involuntarily surged.

The next moment, his face turned pale, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

I could only hold my breath and endure it.

Longitudinal swordsmanship and horizontal swordsmanship cannot be practiced at the same time, and Yuan Zheng can only choose one of them.

As the saying goes, there is a lot of criss-crossing.

Vertically, it is open, and it is closed.

Although he had mastered the cultivation method, Yuan Zheng still needed to carefully feel the teachings.

It is open in spring and summer, and closed in autumn and winter.

The sun is on, and the moon is off.

The vertical and horizontal holy sword is completed, and you can indeed see the great atmosphere of the sun and the moon shining together.

But the current Yuan Zheng is still far from being able to, and after knowing that it is powerful, he honestly watched the cultivation method of the sword art first.

Sichuan pepper and fennel watched quietly from the side, and there was not much reaction.

Even though they are in the depths of this Great Qin Dragon Vein all the year round, there are no young and handsome men or teenagers here, and they do not have a spring heart to sprout outside the Dragon Vein.

The cardamom years are carefree and joyless, and they are truly amazing.

The two girls stood together, and the peppercorns were alive and moist, like the spring of all things.

Fennel is like the snow lotus of the Nine Hells, peerless and independent, like a snow country that will never melt.

At the same age, with different charms, he has never been interested in Yuan Zheng, a seemingly chosen young man.

For most girls, an unbridled teenager like Yuan Zheng riding thousands of miles of smoke and clouds is exactly what a dream lover should look like.

But fennel and peppercorns were indifferent, just looking at Yuan Zheng, more of a protector, that is, they didn't even take a second look at the thousands of miles of smoke and clouds behind Yuan Zheng.

In the land of the Great Qin Dragon Vein, I don't know how many dragon scale horses, I don't know how many Flame Qilin, and I don't know how many dragon sons and grandsons are entrenched.

It's just a thousand miles of smoke and clouds, how can it be reflected in the beautiful eyes of these two fairies in the world.

After a long time, Yuan Zheng finished reading the practice of swordsmanship.

He was a little tired, and he had some essence, and he couldn't help but let Yuan Zheng think about it.

He was also a little excited, as he felt the excitement of the wooden sword blossoming.

He took a deep breath and said, "It's really nice to have two sisters here to accompany me to practice kendo, and it also makes me a little embarrassed. ”

Hua Jiao smiled softly: "The little mouth is so sweet, as long as the son's kendo is complete, it is estimated that he will not say such words to coax an ignorant girl, right?"

Yuan Zheng looked embarrassed and speechless.

There are two beautiful women, beautiful girls with different styles, who protect the Dharma for themselves and silently practice swordsmanship, which is originally a beautiful thing in the world.

But what Yuan Zheng felt was pressure, although he was a girl, the purity and profundity revealed in the depths of his beautiful eyes made Yuan Zheng uneasy.

He didn't feel that the peppercorns and fennel were protecting the Dharma for himself, but more of a kind of surveillance, or rather, to see how many catties he had.

is of the same age, Yuan Zheng is not afraid of anyone, but these two women who don't know if they are sisters or sisters really make Yuan Zheng feel a lot of pressure.

At the very least, Yuan Zheng has never seen the realm cultivation of pepper and fennel.

Even if you want to find a sense of superiority, you don't know where to start.

Yuan Zheng smiled bitterly: "Don't dare, don't dare, there will be Sister Lao next." ”

Hua Jiao smiled and did not reply, and Fennel stood there coldly, like a female god.

Yuan Zheng held the hilt of the flowering sword in his hand, and subconsciously began to practice the swordsmanship.

In an instant, the blossom revealed a lonely, ethereal, distant sword roar, and its sound resounded throughout the Guigu Gate.

It was pepper and fennel, both of which were slightly moved.

Su Yi in the vegetable garden put down the hoe in her hand and looked at the location of the Shen Xin Palace, the expression on her face was intriguing.

"That strange wooden sword has already absorbed the two sword intents, and now that Yuan Zheng is practicing the vertical and horizontal holy sword, there are not only the magic tricks copied, but also the bright sword intent in front of him, which is really convenient. ”

In fact, it is.

When running the cultivation method of the longitudinal sword technique, the wooden sword has a reaction when it blooms.

The sword intent was agitated, reflected in front of Yuan Zheng's eyes, like a mirror, reflecting Yuan Zheng, so that Yuan Zheng could know what he was doing wrong for the first time.

The practice was quite smooth, and there was no beginning for everything imaginary.

As soon as it is shot, it is the pinnacle.

If the swordsmanship is for the slash, it is for the opening.

Yuan Zheng didn't feel how powerful his sword intent was, but the qi and blood all over his body opened one after another, and even the acupuncture points that he hadn't paid attention to on weekdays were wide open.

Then, there was a silent sword intent pouring out of it.

For a while, the pores opened, the mood was clear, and there was a vague feeling of soaring to 90,000 miles.

The advanced kendo has never had a specific move.

To a certain extent, every move at will is the embodiment of the Tao and the law, and as for the sword moves, I am afraid that only the tireless pursuit of inferior swordsmen.

This kind of progress has opened the eyes of pepper and fennel.

The thousands of miles of smoke and clouds behind him all got up and took care of Yuan Zheng solemnly.

Half an hour later, Yuan Zheng broke away from this wonderful feeling.

He said happily: "Could it be that I am really suitable for cultivating the Vertical and Horizontal Holy Sword, even I feel that I am a thousand miles in a day." ”

At this time, Fennel was the only one left here.

Faced with a morbid and mysterious woman like Fennel, Yuan Zheng felt that he was a little out of shape.

Weakly asked, "Where did Sister Huajiao go?"

Fennel said: "Let's cook, Gongzi will do a little pranayama, and after lunch, continue to practice." ”

Yuan Zheng sighed, a little confused, as if he had fallen from the clouds to the bottom.

He found that Fennel's indifference was completely different from Senior Sister Shan Rong's coldness.

Yuan Zheng really can't see anything full of humanity in Fennel, just like a saint who can never do anything wrong.

And Shan Rong is different, cold on the outside and hot on the inside, with feelings and bones, speaking of which, Yuan Zheng wants to be a little bit of a single Rong, I really don't know where Shan Rong is now.

She said that she was going to Cangyun City, and she had some personal grievances that needed to be dealt with, and she didn't know if her senior sister was safe and sound, and whether she had embarked on a new road to the rivers and lakes.

Yuan Zheng got up, patted the golden dragon horn that was carrying the handle, and said softly: "This is the land of the Great Qin Dragon Vein, your own appetite, solve it yourself, three hundred miles away, there is a demon beast you eat." ”

The handle stuck out his tongue and circled around Yuan Zheng before he shook his wings and flew out of the Shenxin Palace.

Yuan Zheng smiled at Fennel: "My mount is a little frizzy, I hope my sister doesn't mind." ”

Fennel bowed her head slightly and said, "Childe, it's time to eat." ”

Yuan Zheng: "......"

People always don't like people who talk too much nonsense, but in the face of people who don't have a word of nonsense, it is inevitable that they still feel that it is not easy to deal with.

Under the leadership of Fennel, Yuan walked behind in a regular manner, without a small movement, small eyes, and even his breathing was very symmetrical, and he didn't dare to be uneven.