In the middle of the night before the graduation exam, Jiang Liu'er had been in the front yard reviewing the techniques he had learned before, including the most basic Donglu Nine Techniques, the Six Senses Illusion Technique, as well as his own Twelve Laws and the Nine Swords of Rulai.

The vegetable furrow in front of the courtyard was full of hoarfrost, and it was very cold in the middle of the night, and the cold air of the Chengying Sword was cold to the palm of his hand, but Jiang Liu'er did not rest for a moment, because tomorrow the whole village would go to Wendaozhuang to watch the battle.

Jiang Liu'er wanted to take this opportunity to behave well in order to change the villagers' perception of him.

Of the four techniques he had learned, only the Nine Swords could handle it, but it was enough for him to be in the top five in the beginner class.

Shu Twelve, Nan Huairou and Yin Xinyue have all opened the pupil technique inherited by the family bloodline, and their combat power is already among the best, and now Shu Twelve is cultivating the two attributes of wind and fire in the internal circulation of qi, creating the technique of spiral hot wheels, and having the family secret illusion technique Nine Underworld, which is undoubtedly the talent of the young generation in Donglu Village.

If you can master all the nine swords, you will definitely not be afraid of their pupil skills, but it's a pity that Jiang Liu'er racked her brains and didn't have the slightest impression of the last three swords, I don't know if there will be a chance to learn them again in the future.

A thunderous snoring sounded in the room, carefully recalling what his father had said when he came out just now, he said that it would take a certain amount of time for the twin eye pupil technique to awaken, but whether he could cultivate the qi circulation into attributes depended on the level of talent.

Between heaven and earth, there is Qi that cannot be seen or touched by the naked eye, and Qi is the energy Qi scattered above the Nine Heavens, which has been combined countless times to produce the five basic elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth in nature, and then derives the other five high-level elements of wind, ice, thunder, lightning, and light, creating everything in the world.

Monks incorporate qi into their bodies, and after years of accumulation, they form an internal circulation of qi in their bodies, which will form some of the ten elements according to the different meridians and physiques of individuals, and those with high talents have two, three, or even more.

Thinking of this, Jiang Liu'er stopped, he sat cross-legged on the cold glaucomite stone next to the bamboo fence to rest and breathe, and the internal circulation of the consumed qi slowly recovered.

When the qi circulation travels through the seven meridians and eight veins, and when it runs through the dantian in the abdomen, there is a faint feeling of comfort and coolness.

At this moment, a cold wind blew on the face, and the beads of sweat on the cheeks evaporated quickly and slightly, and the feeling on the face at this time was exactly the same as the feeling of the dantian in the abdomen, without the slightest difference.

Jiang Liu'er was stunned, he seemed to have realized something, but this aura was fleeting, and he couldn't catch it back.

I saw that his brows were tightly locked, and he bitterly recalled the artistic conception he had just penetrated, and after half a quarter of an hour, he opened his excited eyes in surprise, and spit out three words "This is the wind!" from his mouth accompanied by a long white mist.

"Yes, when the wind blows on the cheeks, it is the feeling of the dantian in the abdomen. Jiang Liu'er shouted in shock, then thought about it, and became lost again, "Is that all?"

The cold wind blew the half-hidden doors and windows creaked, the people in the house slept soundly, and the young man outside the door looked at him from afar......

He dusted off the dirt on his trouser leg with some loss, and then closed his eyes, the dense forest outside the fence was gone, the house behind him was gone, the grass on the ground swayed into a cloud of smoke, and the whole world became a world of you and me, and I have you, and in this world, I could vaguely feel that a death fugue was cramping, diffusing into the sea, and a warm ocean.

This feeling was no stranger to him, and his heart was beating at this rhythm on every rainy night of thunder and lightning in his childhood, but before he only sadly regarded it as a dream.

However, at this time, Jiang Liu'er realized that this was a thunderstorm tumbling in her body!

With his eyes closed and his right hand outstretched, he clearly felt that something was jumping around his fingertips, and he didn't dare to open his eyes, afraid that it was just an illusion.

Recalling the spiral Hot Wheels of Shu Twelve, the dark blue thunder on Jiang Liu'er's right hand converged into a round sphere, and then spun at excessive speed under the action of the wind, just when he was about to throw the thunderball out in a devastating posture, he thought of his sleeping relatives behind him.

He slowly opened his eyes, the azure light illuminated his clear and cloudy black eyes, and the name of the "Flying Thunder God" was silently recited in his heart, but the cramped thunder points in his hands gradually disappeared and gathered in the palm of his hand.

At this time, the sky was dawning, a ray of light expelled the boundless darkness, and a pair of bony and stunning eyes were flashing under the half-hidden window behind him, covered with black circles, and the house was still snoring like thunder.

Jiang Liu'er got up and dressed meticulously, then tiptoed open the firewood door, walked through the main hall into his room, and fell asleep in the quilt.

The sun was hanging high, the rooster was crowing five times, and the bronze bell of Wenzhuang rang three times, Yin Xinyue got up lazily to freshen up, his father had already gone out early, and his mother was making breakfast in the kitchen.

After tidying up, he found that there was no movement in Jiang Liuer's room, and he remembered last night, so he planned to let him squint for a while.

Shen Susu brought the gruel omelette to the table in the main hall, but only saw the crescent moon drawing her eyebrows in front of the bronze mirror, and did not see Jiang Liu'er's voice, so she called loudly:

"Jiang Liuer...... Exams are about to begin!"

Hearing only the sound of bed squeezing and the rustling of clothes in the room, Jiang Liu'er squinted her eyes and ran out of the room almost instinctively, and then saw a hearty breakfast and two warm smiling faces.

Yin Xinyue left her seat, ran over and pulled Jiang Liu'er, who was swaying and seriously lacking in sleep, to the bronze mirror, he sat down with his butt and couldn't even open his eyes in front of the bronze mirror.

I felt a warm hand on my left shoulder, and then my long hair was grabbed and combed one by one, and then a towering bun was coiled on the top of my head, and sandalwood crossed through the center of the bun and tied tightly.

The two of them lay on the table and hastily filled their stomachs, and then went straight to Wendaozhuang Donglu College together, and the street was bustling with people, all rushing to the graduation exam.

At this time, it was not only the villagers who gathered in the Sun and Moon Tower in Beicun to join in the fun, but also a few unknown people from other villages who also quietly sneaked into the village.

There was a man and a woman standing on a hidden tree in the training ground of the Southern Academy, dressed no different from ordinary people, only listening to the man looking at the crowd and hearing the Dao Zhuang whisper to the woman:

"Although these three cultivators of Donglu are low-key and rarely go out of the village, their reputation is getting bigger and bigger, and the three major pupil techniques have been passed down from generation to generation, and now they are a group of rising stars who have advanced to the first level. ”

The woman's face was good, her eyebrows were delicate, she nodded very approvingly, and continued the conversation:

"Isn't it just to register these juniors with unique skills when Master Shengxiu asked us to visit the Ten Villages?

There were three strange people walking idly on the side of the Hengtang Bridge, dressed in eye-catching clothes, but they didn't care, they just walked slowly, but instead of going to Wendaozhuang, they walked into Nancun, looking up at the Qianling High Pavilion and whispering.

There is also a wave of peculiar people in the overcrowded village, they are dressed in brocade and satin, wearing a hat with Zhu Yingbao ornaments, and a ring of white jade at the waist, which is extravagant and compelling, and swaggers into the entrance.

The noble man was followed by several people, although he wore regular clothes, but judging from his tiger-backed figure and swaying steps, he knew that he was a ruffian in the army.

This is known, of course, there are some unfathomable people, the hidden dragon is like a mud cow into the sea, and its traces cannot be seen......