Yan San was still stunned, and asked blankly, "Yuan Xiu, is this what you call Yuan Xiu?"

Qu Xiucai sighed again and said, "Little bastard, let's use an analogy. The martial arts I taught you can only be regarded as a child learning to walk, a real master of Yuan Xiu, don't say that flying eaves and walking on the wall, you can blow down the entire Xiaoxi Street in one breath! The two you touched today have mustard seed bags, if you don't guess wrong, a sneeze can make you die eight times!"

"No, this place can't stay, those two Yuan Xiu dropped the mustard seed bag, they will definitely come back to find it, even if they turn the entire Nanfeng Town upside down, they won't give up, you little bastard, you will kill people." Qu Xiucai hurriedly got up and took two steps, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yuan Xiu is so virtuous? I didn't see much power, I also smashed that black and fat stone, and my head was bleeding. According to what you said, I died eight times when he snorted, why did he let me touch it later? What kind of bag is a mustard seed bag? It is made of gold wire? It is very valuable? It is only a few dollars if it is made of gold wire, and it will be over if you pay him back!" Yan San saw that Qu Xiucai was so anxious that he wanted to jump off the stairs and hang himself, and immediately comforted.

"You, you ......" Qu Xiucai was so angry that he pointed at Yan San's nose, and for a while, smoke was coming out of his seven orifices, his face was red, his ears were red, and his hands were trembling, he really didn't know what to say about this kind of thing that didn't know whether to live or die.

Yan San hurriedly poured a cup of tea for Qu Xiucai, Qu Xiucai snatched it with one hand, poured it in two large mouthfuls, the tea was dripping with clothes, and he came back to his breath after half a ring, slammed the teacup on the table with a bang, and gasped;

Seeing Qu Xiucai's appearance, Yan San was amused and disdainful, and said with a crossed waist: "Mr. Qu, what are you afraid of, my head has fallen off a bowl and a big scar, even if he can to death eight times in one breath, won't I live well now? You always teach me to say 'mighty and unyielding', why are you afraid? Don't say that I don't know that those two are Yuan Xiu, even if I know, they bully the old man, I can't get used to it, and I have to hit him with a stone, except for death, why are you living so aggrieved?"

Qu Xiucai was stunned for a moment, his heart was agitated, his face was faintly red, but he did not hesitate to slap Yan San on the back of the head, and said, "You bastard, how old are you, what do you know? Who taught you these bastard words? Look at you, what is the difference between you and those little gangsters, little splashes, and little hooligans on the street?"

Yan San smiled dryly and said, "Self-taught. But I think it's so painful. Qu Xiucai had a round of black rulers, and Yan San had already prepared and flashed to the side. Qu Xiucai didn't really fight, he stopped and groaned, only to feel that there were many questions, and asked again:

"You said you hit him on the head and bleed?"

"Hmm. 』

"You touched their bag and they didn't find it?"

"Well, I was still watching from the sidelines, and the two of them looked like they were going to cry. 』

"That old man was beaten up by two people for tea time, and he was still alive in the end?"

"Well, then I gave those two mustard seed bags to the old man with change!"

"......" Qu Xiucai's forehead was blue again.

"It seems that those two people are also ordinary people, but how can they have magic weapons and mustard seed bags on their bodies?" Qu Xiucai sighed and muttered to himself, puzzled, he didn't think that there was a possibility, the high-level Yuan Cultivation Seal Cultivation was working for the mortal world, which was beyond the scope of his cognition.

"Mr. Qu, that mustard seed bag is very precious, I guess the old man hasn't left yet, if you want to, I'll ask him if he wants to come back." Yan San's eyes purred, and he said to Qu Xiucai flatteringly.

"How can you have so many crooked brains? Don't be insatiable when you gain and lose your destiny. This may not be over yet, so don't trouble me again. Why do you say that you don't let people worry about it so much?' Qu Xiucai's eyebrows jumped, and he raised the black ruler in his hand fiercely, so frightened that Yan Sanyi ran back to his kennel.

The mustard seed bag is good, the cultivator can use the mustard seed bag when he has the vitality, a small bag can hold many things, it is said that the best mustard seed bag can hold mountains and seas, it does not occupy space, there is no weight, such treasures, I don't want it to be fake. But don't say that Nanfeng Town, even the entire Datang mustard seed bag is not much. How big a shoulder is against how big a head, Qu Xiucai is not the kind of stunned Yan San, knowing that even if he gets his hands, it will be a scourge. But if such an important thing is lost, will the owner come to look for it? Qu Xiucai was full of sorrow in the courtyard for a while, and his heart was worried.

Yan San returned to his room without a heart, and it was already dusk.

As a little man, Yan San's house is simple and easy to see. As a senior little splasher, Yan San's room was so neat and tidy. The days of youth and helplessness allowed this little teenager to learn to take care of himself early and learn how to make himself more comfortable. Of course, this may also be related to the frequent peeping into the boudoir of Aunt Sun's daughter-in-law.

Lying on the bed, creaking. Yan San straightened up, took out the small black wooden box from his arms, lifted the wooden bed, stuffed the box into one foot of the bed and tried it, it was still uneven, and tried another foot of the bed, and it was really much better, although it was still loud, the sound was much quieter, and it no longer shook - Yuan Xiu's things really had a better effect on the foot of the bed, Yan San thought. Although he still hasn't figured out how powerful Yuan Xiu is, looking at Qu Xiucai's expression, he must be more powerful than he thought.

"I don't know if Qu Xiucai will faint on the spot if Qu Xiucai sees this box. Yan San thought maliciously, just hearing that he had lost two bags of mustard seeds, Yan San wisely did not tell Qu Xiucai about this black wooden box. Then he suddenly remembered that the dry little old man had given him a little porcelain figure, Yan San immediately groped out of his arms, put it on the table, and left the black wooden box behind;

The little porcelain man only had half a palm length, his legs were separated, Yan San put it on the table, and the little porcelain man stood firmly. Looking carefully, this villain's workmanship is fine, the lines are bright, there is no drag, he is a young man's appearance, with his hands behind him, his head slightly raised to the sky, his black hair is flying, his eyes are proud, and he is unstoppable, which makes people's hearts shock.

"This little porcelain figure looks good, very exquisite, look at this human-like appearance, but this appearance is too stinky fart!" Yan San muttered to himself, while looking at a small bronze mirror in the room, learning from the little porcelain figure with his hands behind his back, he felt strange for a while, and looked back at the little porcelain figure, and suddenly realized: "The eyes are wrong!"

Bending down to look carefully, his eyes were facing the villain's eyes, Yan San only felt that the villain's eyes were as warm as black jade, deep as a deep pool, and almost bottomless. Suddenly, there was a flower in front of me, as if the universe was turned upside down, the world was turned upside down, and it was no longer my own dog house in front of me, I don't know where I was, there was a figure standing on the top of the mountains in the distance, with both hands on his back, his chin slightly raised, his eyes were unruly, and he was staring at a round of rising sun in the sky, which was the little porcelain man, alive.

Heaven and earth flipped: there are water droplets, iron is made in the oven, the waves are surging, the man is like a reef standing in the waves, the iron is on the cutting board, the stone is underwater, let a thousand pounds, his eyes are calm and firm, and he is as one for eternity.

There are thorns blocking the way, the snow is full of mountains, there is no road ahead, the man walks freely, in the thorns chic and tactful, without a thorn to add to the body, stepping on the snow forward, finally stepping over the thorns, like electricity away, the end of the world reappears.

There is a dirty villain wielding a knife behind his back, and the demon pounces on him, and when he looks up, there are enemies in all directions, filling the heavens and the earth. The man's white teeth smiled fiercely, bent down and reached out his hands, one into a claw, one into a fist, then into a palm, and then into a peck, and then elbows, knees, and waists, back to head hits, all around him were weapons, and the strong enemies between his hands and feet were broken one by one, and the man stood proudly and wailed on the top of the mountain where the enemy's corpses were piled up, and the blood flowed like a river underground, and his hands were on his back, and his head was slightly raised, and he couldn't live forever.

There are figures in the sky like hemp, swords and swords, red dust chaos, noisy and boiling, no past, no future, the man's eyes are clear as water, his expression is proud, he sings, and suddenly a punch is swung out, such as the core, all kinds of chaos is empty, the world is clear, only the man's black hair is dancing like crazy;

Suddenly, the man turned around, looked directly into Yan San's eyes, and said proudly: "The gentleman is self-improving, why does the "Heavenly King Jue" stop here?

A dark golden light followed the eyes of the little porcelain people and penetrated Yan San's mind, and the tossing figures, postures, and movements were deeply imprinted in Yan San's heart one by one, and at the same time, a large number of formulas and practice routes were also stuffed into Yan San's mind, Yan San was dumbfounded, only feeling that the light was bizarre, I don't know what to say, but it was also very fun, but his head was getting hotter and hotter, and finally a flower in front of him, as in chaos, the man in his mind laughed and sang a long song. The small porcelain figure in Yan San's hand was suddenly densely cracked, and it shattered in an instant, and Yan San's eyes were dark, his eyes were blurred, he was like a dementia, he was stupefied on the ground, and he couldn't make a sound in half a sound.

It wasn't until the early morning of the second day that Yan San gradually woke up in a faint morning light, and found that he had curled up on the ground and lay down all night, as if he had a dream, but the porcelain piece in his hand was like it, which really made him very confused;

Still sleepwalking, there was a cold snort outside the window, Yan San was full of excitement, rushed out of the room in a hurry, crawled to the backyard with a roll, and climbed a particularly wide branch in the middle of the big banyan tree.

Yan San took a long breath, his signature "Smile of Confusion" appeared on his face, and he sat cross-legged next to Qu Xiucai, closing his eyes and exhaling. This set of breathing exercises is passed on by Qu Xiucai, called "Qingfeng Jue", although the name is very ordinary, it is an out-and-out spiritual practice, and it is not the same as the martial arts cheats that have been circulated in the rivers and lakes. Yan San has been practicing Qingfeng Jue for nearly a year, although he still hasn't achieved the result Qu Xiucai wants, Yan San feels that he is light and clear, and the benefits he gets are great;

The two of them were silent, cherishing the pure and strong time of heaven and earth in the morning, and suddenly Qu Xiucai's body shook, opened his eyes, and quietly pasted his palm on Yan San's back.

Yan San is immersed in a state of no sorrow and no joy at this time, no desire and no desire, only feel that the body is light, inhaled in a breath to fly into the sky, spit out and land on the ground in one breath, the mind visualizes the birds in the sky, the wind through the treetops, unhindered, the sky and the earth are bright and broad, let it soar, comfortable and indescribable, a wisp of qi in the body is like a void and a reality, if there is nothing, with a breath of clear breath inhalation, the line of Xuan Xuan Qi gradually grows, and with Yan San's visualization in the body gradually wanders, from virtual to real, from nothing, lingering, light and smart.

At this moment, Qu Xiucai's palm was attached to Yan San's back, and at the same time, a homologous qi machine was revealed, pulling the weak qi machine to wander around Yan San's whole body, and finally stationed at the dantian.

"At the beginning of the one yuan, the enlightenment of the spirit also guides the spiritual energy to run for forty-nine days. Qu Xiucai slowly left Yan San's back with his palm and said, while sighing secretly in his heart, it took him four years and all kinds of hardships and humiliations to reluctantly step into the door of Yuan Xiu, but this little splash in front of him only took a year, and there was no elixir, no kind of grooming and polishing, in the Yuan Xiu sect, it was not a genius, but also a talent.