The little princess who walked out of the "underworld" suddenly became harmless to humans and animals.

Although the temperament around him is cold, it is just a layer of skin plated on the majesty of the true Son of Heaven.

She came from fifty years later, and naturally knew that these brothers and sisters, none of them had a fuel-efficient lamp, and the most fierce dancers, and the most remarkable-looking, were often fools.

In this perfect coldness, she thought quietly.

There must be a lot of changes in this life, otherwise according to the original development, Uncle Xiao Huang will never disappear.

She considered all the possibilities, and then unconsciously walked to a courtyard in the West.

Knock on the door.

The one who opened the door was Peiyu, a little palace maid with a melon seed face.

Xia Yuxue asked directly: "Is he back?"

Pei Yu shook her head: "Little Prince..."

After that, he shook his head slowly with a sad face.

Xia Yuxue was not surprised, she shouldn't have come, because she knew the result, but she still needed to ask, which showed that her heart was upset.

She squinted at this well-behaved little palace maid, and said secretly in her heart: Don't let me know that it was your White Lotus Sect who kidnapped him, otherwise it won't be over.

Anyway, next year, you will come to assassinate the emperor and set fire to the palace, I don't care about any of this.

But then... Uncle Xiao Huang still didn't show up.

Hugh blames me.

In the chaos, whoever dies is normal.

"The New Year is coming, paste some festive couplets, cut two window flowers, so that it is more lively. ”

"Yes, little princess. ”

Xia Yuxue smiled gently, and then turned to leave, there were still three days before the magic silver dagger took effect, she was idle during this time, and the calculated opportunity had not yet been born, so she was not in a hurry.

Once people are idle, they will miss it.

After the Tianshuang Pavilion, she turned her head to look at the long pavilion leaning on a pool of turquoise lake, the corridor is quite Zen, the pine is evergreen, the bamboo is out, the wicker is bare, and the strange stones are craggy, each with its own posture.

The literati loved these tones.

There are also pen, ink, paper, and inkstones on the table in the pavilion.

Xia Lingyue and Xia Heng, as well as the sons and girls of the princes and ministers' families, often come to dance and write to make ink, enjoy the wind and the moon, laugh at the courage of the warriors, and praise the merits of Ti Yiwen to create a thousand autumns of society.

A watch, a fool, it is difficult to achieve great things.

It's just that in recent days, they began to laugh at the little imperial uncle who lifted the 6,000-pound golden lion, saying that he was reckless, but he spoke late, behaved very poorly, was cold, and did not fit in with the public...

Xia Yuxue looked at the empty pavilion and thought of their appearance.

Tigers never walk alone, and cattle and sheep are herds.

The pink cheeks were a little indifferent as ice, and when I looked up, I saw that it was a blue sky.

Xia Guang was also looking at the blue sky.

Since he quietly returned to the Zongdong Pavilion yesterday, he began to quickly flip through the exercises in the attic.

He naturally knew that his disappearance for half a month would have a great impact in the palace, and if he appeared directly, then this sect would only be able to sneak in at midnight.

It's just that midnight is too dangerous, so it's better to read it all first.

From morning to night, he kept flipping through the books, extremely fast, and a variety of exercises quickly came into his mind, the skills were memorized by his muscles, and the internal force was merged into the three major systems of yin, yang or cloud.

There are also many special exercises.

For example, a book called "Love Flower Treasure",

The content of this book is quite extensive, and it can be summed up in one word: evil!

Internal strength, the moves are all extreme, and they also accommodate shady means such as disguise, poisoning, heart, raising insects and releasing insects.

For example, a book called "Luo Shen Fu" records a flexible footwork, which is different from "War Dragon Fu".

If the latter is a pure man, the former is like a girl, twisting and twisting, squeezing around in the crowd.

As for the extremely ancient exercises before, Xia Guang also had a general idea.

It seems to be a quite powerful body refining method, called "Sand Waterfall Divine Method", this exercise is said to be practiced after the body can be turned into sand, which can be attacked and defended, and it is extremely powerful.

It's just that the reason why this exercise can't be practiced is that it lacks some necessary props, the two most important of which are "soul fixing nectar" and "one tail sand".

The ancient books that remain in the Zongdong Pavilion are just the internal strength and mental method that those who practice this method need to match, called "not extinguishing the fire", and only with special skills and those two important objects can they be successfully cultivated.

If you just practice without extinguishing the fire, then the more true qi in your body, the stronger the burning sensation will be, and you will not want to live, and you just want to waste your energy.

When Xia Guang flipped through this book, he didn't have any self-evident hints in his mind, and it was only after he comprehended it all that he had these hindsight news.

No wonder the giant stone statue has not been able to wear it out to this day, it seems that the golden finger is not good, I think I have killed a lot of predecessors.

Xia Guang thought silently.

Then, his expression became solemn, ready to meet the unquenchable true qi that "makes people feel painful and just wants to waste their strength".

For a second...

One point...

Moment...

I don't feel anything.

Xia Guang frowned, this golden finger is not reliable, the exercise is risky and it is not prompted, but after prompting, it is not true.

Where is the pain? It's really exaggerated, it's all the fuss, no wonder it's not going to happen.

He casually fused this wonderful internal force that did not go out into his heart.

There are really a lot of exercises that the royal family has searched for in the past dynasties.

Among them, there are a lot of strange exercises, and when they are cultivated to the top, they will explode to death, or be disabled, or...

Xia Guangzhao received all the orders.

He only felt more and more air currents mixed in his body, and these currents dispersed in three places, like three camps.

At first, he was still on guard.

For example, if he wanted to explode and die, he immediately sat cross-legged, adjusted his breath and strength, and suppressed it with three powerful true qi once it was wrong, but soon, he found that this kind of hindsight warning was really nonsense.

At most, let yourself have a full hiccups, okay?

Or the abdomen is bloated and makes a soft "flutter" sound.

Besides, the exercises that would cripple him if he cultivated to the highest level, after he got this information in hindsight, he was simply extremely frightened, and hurriedly relaxed his muscles and blood to see if there was anything wrong.

As a result, I waited for a long time, but when I twisted my neck, I made a slight "click".

In the end, he picked up a book called "The Exercise of Mortality", which began with a record: This law is disordered, and it is pure madness, but after all, it was left behind by a generation of supreme madness, and those who come after it can refer to it and watch it, but they must not practice it.

Xia Guang continued to flip back, and the handwriting was completely different.

After a little silence, he understood that the exercises at the beginning and the records at the beginning were all written by later generations, and that the beginning of the second page was written by the person who really created the exercises.

After thinking about it, he quietly put it down.

It's going to die, it's terrifying, it's really scary to think about.

Since he was afraid, he stopped learning.

After casually throwing it aside, he leaned against the bookshelf again, looked at the bright moon rising outside the window, and began to deduce and comprehend these acquired exercises.

Not... Let's all go up to the eighty-ninth floor.