When he got home, Pang Shiyuan had the heart to sort out the development of the gods this night.

How could it be good, he and An Qianyue had an emotional outburst?

You must know that in fact, the two just knew each other and said a few words, and they couldn't talk about feelings at all!

Although from the bottom of his heart, Pang Shiyuan is actually a little happy, after all, An Qianyue's beauty is recognized by everyone, even if she has a three-year-old daughter, it does not affect her attractiveness.

Look at the flow of people outside An Kee Pharmacy who pretend to have nothing to do but can't leave, as well as those young and middle-aged people who pretend to buy medicine, you can see how attractive An Qianyue is.

Now, An Qianyue is willing to associate with him, and Pang Shiyuan is actually a little proud.

It's just that Pang Shiyuan was still surprised by his boldness tonight, and he really didn't know that he would have such a bold day.

Maybe it's really An Qianyue who is too beautiful, or maybe An Qianyue's fragility touches his heartstrings, or maybe this is his nature, he just didn't have a chance before.

However, speaking of which, Pang Shiyuan also felt that An Qianyue's appearance today was a little strange, and it seemed to be a little inconsistent with An Qianyue he knew, so fragile, so lightly taken into his arms.

Perhaps, he never really understood An Qianyue.

Perhaps, An Qianyue is because he knows how to cross the acupoint with internal strength and golden needles.

Or perhaps, An Qianyue really has a good impression of him, and today he is just pushing the boat.

Pang Shiyuan thought a lot, some thought good and some thought bad, but in the end he didn't get any answers. But either way, he thinks it's a good thing.

In this kind of situation full of lawsuits, Pang Shiyuan did not dare to cultivate internal strength, for fear that one would accidentally go mad.

His internal strength has been small, and he already has the qualifications to go mad, so he naturally doesn't dare to cultivate his internal strength when he is restless.

Since he can't cultivate internal strength, he just sleeps, and he still has to study acupuncture in the dream world.

After confirming the boyfriend and girlfriend relationship with An Qianyue, Pang Shiyuan took Yingying's illness as his responsibility.

Unfortunately, lying in bed doesn't mean he can fall asleep.

Tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, he sat up again and took out his sword from under his pillow.

The black cloud sword pattern on the sword is still the same, and the red thread is still weird. As long as you look closely, changes begin to appear, black clouds roll, red silk swims away, and people's hearts can't help but sink into it.

But as long as there is a certain god, the rolling black clouds and the wandering red silk are all gone, and the sword pattern is just a sword pattern, and nothing has changed.

Unsettled, Pang Shiyuan raised his sword again to calm his mind.

Repeatedly wiping the sword with a flannel cloth, the whole body and mind slowly converged, and put into the simple action of wiping the sword. Gradually, my mind began to become empty.

With this empty mind, Pang Shiyuan suddenly thought of something, this sword didn't seem to have a name yet.

Do swords need names?

Of course, ordinary swords don't need names, anyway, they are consumables, and they are thrown away after use. Who is impatient to name a broken sword!

But really good swords almost all have names.

The sword in his hand is definitely a good sword, there is no doubt about it, then it deserves a name.

Pang Shiyuan thought about it again and again, and finally thought of a name, the Stygian Sword.

Dark, deep and dark.

He used the black cloud sword pattern on the sword to refer to it, hoping that the black cloud could contain deeper changes, not just a simple visual effect.

Xitong "sucks", which refers to the sword's ability to suck blood and improve itself.

Originally, Pang Shiyuan felt that it should be more appropriate to use obscure "breath" instead of "sucking", after all, both seemed to contain a dark message.

But he also felt that if he used "breath", the color of the sword's name would be too dull, so he used the same sound, but it meant the sun of the sun.

In this way, this combination becomes the Stygian.

From darkness to light, instead of giving people a sense of darkness, it gives people a sense of light from the darkness before dawn to the rising sun.

As a result, this sword was named "Stygian Sword" by him.

After he finished naming the sword, he played with the Stygian Sword in his hand again, and felt that this sword was no longer an ordinary sword, but was giving birth to the soul of the sword.

Although this sword definitely does not have a soul now, Pang Shiyuan believes that he will inject soul into this sword and make it famous all over the world in the name of Stygian.

The name of the sword was also given, and his heart was set, and Pang Shiyuan no longer wanted to sleep.

He took the medicine and continued to practice every day.

With the visualization of the Great Fa to expand the meridians, and the continuous daily medicine to replenish the essence and qi, Pang Shiyuan's internal force accumulation speed is beyond imagination.

Thinking about the internal strength that Gu Jingtian had accumulated from more than seventy years of martial arts training, the internal strength refined was not as deep as his, and he knew how terrifying his progress during this period of time was.

However, Pang Shiyuan also felt that his progress was slowing down, he felt that his meridians were gradually saturated, and although the visualization Dafa was magical, it was impossible for the meridians to expand faster than the replenishment of medicinal power.

Moreover, Pang Shiyuan also thought of his cultivation these days, and I am afraid that he had almost used up the gift given to him by the dream world.

In the future, he will return to a state of step-by-step cultivation.

Although contemplating the Great Fa could increase some of his cultivation speed, it would never be as terrifying as it was these days.

Chen Yaheng got up early today today, but he could only sit at home.

Later, he couldn't hold on, so he called his friend and walked towards Niutou Mountain together.

When I arrived at the destination, I found that they were not the earliest, and there were already many people at the door of the villa who were probing their brains.

After inquiring again, it turned out that the enrollment of the martial arts hall had not yet begun, and it was still in the layout, so those who came early could only wait first.

Chen Yaheng didn't want to wait stupidly outside, so he squeezed to the gate of the martial arts hall (villa).

The gate was not guarded there, but Chen Yaheng also saw that someone was walking towards this side not far from the gate, holding several longboards in his hands.

Chen Yaheng shouted: "Hello, big brother, we are all here to learn from the teacher." I know that the martial arts hall hasn't started recruiting students yet, but those of us who came early, we're idle anyway, so how about we help? We're just volunteering to help and want to speed things up. ”

The person who moved the things was Chen Zhiyan, and what he was holding in his hand was the martial arts hall signboard and martial arts hall enrollment regulations that were hastily formulated yesterday, ready to hang up.

Hearing Chen Yaheng's words, Chen Zhiyan felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so he agreed: "Okay." Just come and help me. ”

With Chen Yaheng's initiative to help, the enthusiasm of others was immediately mobilized and they asked for help.

It's just that before they officially started to help, some people saw the instructions on the martial arts hall enrollment regulations and immediately shouted.

"Why is it so expensive!"

"Why do you still have a request to be beaten and scolded?"

"None of the black shops are so dark, are they?"

Their cries soon attracted the attention of the others, and then the voices of surprise and resentment began to follow.