"Although the previous words were vague, they were only referred to by those things, but nine times out of ten they said that they were ghosts with the power of ghosts and gods, just like the red umbrella girl, or the black bead ghost first-class"

"But why did you know that your predecessor was intoxicated with this, but you didn't show any of your words, and let him bump into him for three years?"

"Is there some kind of taboo, or rather, I don't want him to know these things at all, let him work in vain for three years, and then completely die?"

Ye Cheng sighed, these two conclusions, Ye Cheng was more inclined to the latter, maybe this was the true intention of his father Ye Mingyuan.

Ye Cheng got up and opened the window, in fact, since he had absorbed his memories just now, he had completely recovered, and he didn't even know if it was because he had absorbed another person's memory, his spirit was unprecedentedly good, and he was extremely energetic.

The injury on his foot had been healed by the time he lifted the Wind Chaser Knife, and after the absorption and repair of the medicinal bath, he had fully recovered.

The courtyard where Ye Cheng lives is called Songheju, and his predecessor was obsessed with ghost legends and became obsessed with immortal cultivation, and the legendary immortals often take Songhe as their neighbors, and the name of this small courtyard also comes from this.

Songhe is three floors high, he lives on the second floor, at this time just into the early spring, there is a bit of cold, looking down from the window, full of green landscapes, full of vitality,

In the distance is a rippling lake, with winding paths on the lake, weeping willows on the lakeside, and willow catkins blowing in the breeze.

The wooden window blown by the spring breeze creaked, Ye Cheng took a deep breath, and the cold air made him sober up a little.

Although he has been shocked by the luxury of Ye Mansion several times since he entered Ye Mansion, even now he can't help but sigh.

"This kind of life is so special for making rice worms."

Ye Cheng grinned, but this was just a thought, he had already seen the mysterious power of this world, no matter how good the landscape in front of him was, it was impossible for him to let go of the exploration of the transcendent power.

It is an immutable law that a world in which transcendent power exists must be a world centered on transcendent power.

He didn't believe that those gods and ghosts and monks who could easily kill ordinary people really had a pure heart and no desire to care about the world, and gave up this world to ordinary people, if this was really the case, then what else would the two people in the broken temple have to fight.

"So in this world, extraordinary power is the foundation of everything."

Ye Cheng exhaled heavily, thinking of the Xuanyang Gong hidden in the bathroom before he fell unconscious, his heart couldn't help but feel a burst of heat, this is the secret book left by the person who has mastered the mysterious power, this is the beginning of contact with the power of this world.

Ye Chen clenched his fists, starting from obtaining the cheats, first found the small frame, then buried the two monks, cleaned up the scene, and then went down the mountain to return to the city, there was no free time at all, until now, he didn't have time to open the cheats to see.

"With the small white frame, I can improve the level of martial arts without limits, and I have the inheritance of cheats, and the blockade of extraordinary power can't stop me!"

Ye Cheng's heart was hot, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

Secretly opened the door of the room, and saw that there was no one next to him, Ye Cheng went downstairs into the bath room, everything in the room was as usual, took the booklet of Xuanyang Gong from under the cabinet, and quietly sneaked back into the room.

The booklet that records Xuanyang Gong is made of strange materials, which is as light as paper, but it is as cold as metal to the touch.

When the night was dark, Ye Cheng finally breathed a sigh of relief and closed the booklet.

"Xuanyang Nine Forging, Red Flame Monstrous" This is the first sentence of Xuanyang Gong's opening chapter

"Xuanyang Nine Forging is saying that Xuanyang Gong has nine layers, and the red flame is probably the situation after the practice, the red flame is monstrous, it seems to be a positive internal strength"

"It's just that this cultivation method is really a bit troublesome......

This Xuanyang Gong cultivation not only needs to carry internal strength according to the route of the exercises, but also needs to cooperate with a large number of positive medicinal power to cooperate with promotion, such as the several medicinal materials mentioned in it, red lingzhi, fire cloud ginseng, etc., it is a rare elixir, even with the current net worth of Ye Fu, it is also a treasure that is quite cherished.

Ye Chen glanced at the small white frame, the small box had not changed from when he first got it, but the number of source points on it had changed from 10 to 9, Ye Cheng estimated that this was the loss of improving the Wind Chasing Knife.

"This source point is also a problem, martial arts promotion obviously needs to consume the source point, but where does this source point come from?"

Ye Chen frowned, thinking to no avail, and finally could only shake his head and give up.

"No matter what, cultivating Xuanyang Gong requires yang-attribute elixirs, and the others have only heard the name, but this red lingzhi, I remember that there are still a few strains at home. ”

"Someone Coming"

Ye Chen began to call people

After a while, a young girl in a blue maid's dress pushed the door in.

The maid is about fifteen or sixteen years old, and the light green skirt is worn on the body, and a youthful and lively atmosphere comes from the surface, which should be her eldest maid Ling'er.

"Ling'er, you go to the pharmacy at home to get me a red lingzhi, it's okay to be a hundred years old, and the money will come out of my account."

Although he is the eldest son of the Ye family, if he wants to use the things in the house, he also has to pay money, otherwise there are so many people in the Ye family, everyone can take the materials at home casually, and how much family property is not enough to spend.

Ye Cheng, as the eldest son of the Ye family, will have three hundred taels of silver in the house every month, which is the highest among the children of the same generation.

"Young Master, your injuries are not healed, do you want to refine the pill again, no, you will be injured" Ling'er said in a little panic

Ye Cheng was stunned for a moment, not noticing Ling'er's expression

"Will I still do alchemy?"

The memories were absorbed too quickly, and some things hadn't been sorted out yet, but he reacted immediately

"Yes, I want alchemy, you go and get the red lingzhi"

Seeing Ye Cheng's resolute tone, the little maid Ling'er sighed lightly and responded, but her eyes looked at Ye Cheng a little strangely when she went out.

"This guy can even do alchemy, I didn't expect it" Ye Cheng began to sort out his memory, but when he saw the part of his alchemy, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

This guy got a Dan recipe out of nowhere, put saltpeter powder, coal and some poisonous insects and herbs into Xiaoding to boil, and the last picture in his memory was that the entire Dan furnace was blown up to the sky, and the young man was gray-faced, as if he had been smeared with pot ashes

"This Nima is called alchemy...... It's just dynamite."

He suddenly understood Ling'er's vision just now, and helped his forehead, Ye Cheng had a feeling that someone had discovered the black history.

The red lingzhi was quickly taken over, and the lingzhi was packed in a square wooden box, cushioned with bright yellow satin, and the whole body of the lingzhi was red, with the lines of flame burning.

According to the method in the book, Ye Cheng set up a small stove in the room and began to boil.

Three bowls of water were fried into a bowl, Ye Chen pinched his nose and drank the dark red medicinal soup, the medicinal soup was extremely bitter, and as soon as he entered his mouth, it turned into a hot stream and rushed straight to his abdomen.

Ye Cheng felt as if he had swallowed a mouthful of coal, and his whole body was hot, so he quickly sat down cross-legged and ran according to the route of the Chiyang Gong Exercises, visualizing his abdomen turning into a red ball, and the energy from all over his body was gathered.

As the exercises worked, the medicinal power that was originally running around in the body began to gather in the abdomen, and Ye Cheng felt that his abdomen became warm, as if something was about to form, but it just couldn't be completely stabilized.

At this time, the air mass could not be formed for a long time, and the accumulated medicinal power had begun to overflow outward, once the air mass dissipated, it would be the time when the Xuanyang Gong cultivation failed!

Ye Cheng pulled out the small white frame, and saw the martial arts column above, and there was another line of words behind the wind chasing knife, which read, "Xuanyang Gong, Entry", but this line of words was extremely unstable, flickering bright and dark, as if it was about to disappear at any time

Ye Chen's eyes froze, and he clicked on the plus sign behind Xuanyang Gong, and in an instant, the handwriting became "Xuanyang Gong Layer"

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the air mass in his body quickly rotated, frantically plundering the surrounding medicinal power, and when the medicinal power was sucked out, it actually began to devour Ye Chen's blood, and a feeling of weakness rose.

"Not enough medicine"

Ye Cheng didn't dare to slack off, grabbed the lingzhi in the bowl, chewed it into his stomach in three or two clicks, and then continued to cross his knees.

As Ganoderma lucidum entered his stomach, another stream of heat surged in his body, quickly converging under his lower abdomen, and a roar sounded in Ye Cheng's ears, and the hot flow air mass in his abdomen finally took shape.

"This Xuanyang Gong is so domineering that even the cultivator's qi and blood have to be devoured"

Seeing that the strange talk in his abdomen had completely stabilized, Ye Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, if he hadn't reacted quickly just now, he was afraid that he would be sucked dry in a while.

Ye Cheng opened his eyes, although this practice of internal strength was a bit thrilling, but after all, it was a success, thinking of the internal strength he saw in the movie in his previous life, Ye Cheng couldn't help but feel excited.

"I'm also a master of internal skills"

Feeling the faint heat flowing in his body, Ye Cheng couldn't help but move in his heart, and flew downstairs to the courtyard.

When he boiled Ganoderma lucidum before, he had already retired from everyone, and at this time, Ye Chen was the only one in the huge courtyard.

Ye Chen came to the big tree the size of a bucket, and the Xuanyang Gong Qi mass in his body rotated for a while, and a stream of heat flowed out of his abdomen and flowed into his arm along the meridians.

Ye Chen couldn't help but snort softly, his palm brought the sound of whirring wind, and slapped his palm on the big tree, only to hear a bang, the big tree shook for a while, and countless leaves fell with a bang.

There was no palm print left on the big tree, after all, he was only at the first level of skill, but after careful observation, Ye Cheng finally found that there was a small scorched black mark where the palm hit.

"The internal force of the yang attribute has a certain burn effect, and my strength has increased at least twice, maybe more than that"

Although he couldn't leave a palm print on the tree, he was a little regretful, but he was quite satisfied, after all, this is an internal strength, and the things in the legends of his previous life have finally become a reality in himself.

As long as he found enough yang attribute medicinal materials, with a small white frame, he didn't have to worry about the advancement of Xuanyang Gong at all, thinking of the description of Xuanyang Gong's great achievements in the booklet, Ye Cheng's heart was hot.

Back in the room, after changing into the clothes that were already soaked, Ye Cheng sat in front of the window again, the green waves flew thousands of miles of willows, the breeze blew a pool of spring water, and the scenery in front of him was extremely beautiful, but Ye Cheng sighed.

After Xuanyang Gong was introduced, he also had a little self-preservation power, and his fear of mysterious power was finally eased a little.

Now, he has to face the next problem.

How to get along with the family of this body.

Although judging from the memory of this body, his father Ye Mingyuan is extremely doting on him, but this is not his father after all, Ye Mingyuan is only forty years old, so it is a little awkward to let him call a person who is not a few years older than him to be his father.

"Moreover, this home is not worry-free."

Let's take one step at a time, Ye Cheng sighed lightly with his hands behind his back.