Zhao Feichen was confused by Fei Xian's use of a set of advanced terms, and vaguely felt that he had always been suspected of misleading, but unfortunately Zhao Feichen didn't know the current situation at all, let alone Xiuzhen, so he couldn't refute it, and in fact, he didn't dare to refute it.

Feng Yexin has always been cold to him, but for some reason, he doesn't have many scruples, he can say whatever he wants, and even call the little sister with his face. Fei Xian was kind and pleasant, but he was careful and didn't dare to say too much.

Could it be that he was blinded by pink as Fei Xian said? So instead of having a bad feeling, you have a close heart? Could it be that the witch of the Wind Demon Temple really has deadly magical powers, and unknowingly makes people lust and souls?

After being sent back to the room by Fei Xian, Zhao Feichen kept lying on the bed thinking about the words of the two people.

The two had diametrically opposite views, and Fei Xian thought that his weak physique was no obstacle to cultivation. Feng Yexin thinks that with his physique, the faster he cultivates, the faster he will die. If he didn't figure out who was lying, of course he didn't dare to make up his mind to become a so-called cultivator, after all, his own life mattered!

Early in the morning of the second day, Fei Xian came to the door in person, and did not ask Zhao Feichen what his decision was, and directly sent out a book and put it on the table, saying that it was a unique technique passed down by his family, so that he had time to take a look, but he must not pass it on to others, and then he did not wait for a reaction, and went straight away, leaving two men with knives to guard the door at all times.

Zhao Feichen didn't even dare to look at the cover, went back to the bed and lay down with a bitter face, stood up again after a while, came to the table, hesitated a little, and went back to lie down. Go over and pick up the booklet, go back to the bed and sit down.

"Wind and Rain Trick", the name is very vulgar, like the rain trick used by the magic sticks to fool people.

The cover is yellow, and a corner is missing underneath, obviously very old, I don't know how many people have passed it. After unfolding the title page, a few lines of flowing Chinese characters immediately add a bit of extraordinary feeling to this unremarkable booklet:

Hope is natural. Therefore, the wind does not end, and the rain does not end. Which one is this? World. Heaven and earth can't last long, but what about people?

Zhao Feichen didn't know the source of his text, and he looked confused.

In the middle of the title page are handwritten notes, like an explanation of the opening verses, which are too old to look like a new work:

The Tao does not change because of people's words, and it does not shift according to people's will, and it has its own laws. Therefore, no matter how strong the wind is, it will not blow all day, and no matter how wild the rain is, it will not splash all day long. What is the reason for this? And who did it?

World!

Fury cannot be long, and strength cannot be feared. Only by first merging into heaven and earth can we transcend heaven and earth.

Zhao Feichen understands a little now, and it is clear that it is the Taoist set! It is similar to the theory that rigidity cannot be long, and softness cannot be kept.

At the bottom of the title page are the three big characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing: Heaven and Earth Formula.

This name is much more atmospheric than anything stormy, and it looks very domineering.

This was followed by the Dao Technique, which was written simply and clearly, without any specific cultivation methods at all, and was full of mantras...... It's more like a poem or a couplet than a spell.

Zhao Feichen tilted his head and thought about it, and found that its format was somewhat similar to the long poems of the pre-Qin period, such as Lisao or something, which looked very smooth and smooth, and it was estimated that it would be catchy to read.

He flipped a few more pages back, saw the spell called "Drifting Wind Step", and finally couldn't help but recite a sentence: "The drifting wind is separated, and the clouds come to the ......."

Then, his eyes flickered, and he was surprised to see how the wall opposite the bed was suddenly close and within reach...... Finish?

As soon as there was a "bang", Zhao Feichen only had time to cover his nose, and the whole person had already hit the hard wall, and immediately fell down in tears, rolling on the ground in pain, so painful that he couldn't even scream.

After a while, he got up with his nosebleed and stared at the booklet in a daze.

It's the Word Technique! It could only be the result of the Divine Word!

Zhao Feichen hesitated a little, returned to the bed, turned to the opposite wall, raised his arms, and slowly recited: "The wind is separated......

This time he felt visibly light, as if he was about to fly, and could even move in any direction he wanted, but not so much that he could take his feet off the ground. As soon as my mind moved, the feeling of being held up by the whirlwind quickly dissipated.

"The wind is parting, and the clouds are coming!"

Zhao Feichen finished reciting the incantation completely, and the whole figure was violently blown by the sudden wind, pushing him to run forward unstoppably, without touching the ground, as fast as a meteor.

This time he had already prepared, while his thoughts dissipated the huge wind force as if he was in the scene, and on the other hand, he pushed forward with both hands, and he could hold down the wall that suddenly came to him, although his arms were numb and painful, but he would not be hit like just now, and his nose would bleed for a long time.

It seems that the Holy Word Technique can not only dissipate the Dao Technique, but also use the Dao Technique.

Now this booklet is like a shy and beautiful girl, mysterious and fascinating. The key is that for Zhao Feichen, who was born with holy words, she is still completely defenseless, and with just a slight pull, she can fade the thin layer of light veil on the girl's body, revealing a moving carcass.

However, the warning of the Wind Night Heart immediately came to mind.

Zhao Feichen silently picked up the booklet and went back to the bed to lie down.

He was full of affection for the mysterious and beautiful Wind Night Heart, and even if he learned about the hateful behavior of the Wind God Temple from Fei Xian's mouth, this favor did not diminish even half a point.

He seems to prefer to trust the cold wind and night heart rather than trust the seemingly kind Fei Xian.

It's all because of Fang Xinsan, his great enemy Fang Xinsan.

The icon of the saint of the human religion is almost the same as the appearance of Fang Xinsan, and he is also worshiped by 10,000 people.

The scene he saw with his own eyes was like a thorn, deeply rooted in Zhao Feichen's heart, making him unable to have a good impression of the so-called Human Sect, and naturally he was also full of vigilance and even hatred for Fei Xian, who was a human sect cultivator.

A day passed, and a whole night passed. In the early morning, the mist clears and the dawn begins to bloom.

Fei Xian sent people to escort Zhao Feichen away from this small courtyard, and when he arrived at the high platform of the sacrificial ceremony that day, the three huge Sanqing statues had already been covered with red cloth.

Under the fresh morning light, more than a dozen teenagers on the stage lined up, except for Feng Yudu, who stared at Zhao Feichen with red eyes, the rest of them were all gearing up and eager to try. Fei Xian's other three disciples stood on the high platform triangle and seemed to maintain order with their master.

The audience was crowded, and I don't know that tens of millions of people came, which was not inferior to the sacrificial ceremony of the day. People were all elated, tiptoeing up at the high platform.

From time to time, the crowd erupted in cheers, as if cheering for someone on stage.

Fei Xian stood still in the middle of the high platform, and said loudly: "This time, half of the pre-electors in Yangshan Town can become real electors, and they are eligible to participate in the government election with this seat. ”

His gaze swept over Zhao Feichen intentionally or unintentionally, and his voice turned sharp: "The immortal road is long, and there are many calamities." Therefore, this is more than life and death, success or failure is in the sky. The winner is gratifying, but the loser should not complain about the death or injury......"

…… z=z^2+c……