After Ye Liuyun and Teacher Fei Jie left, Fan Xian sat alone on the beach for a long time, there was no shadow of a big ship in the sea, his eyes were still focused on the endless sea, and the meaning of wind and rain on his body did not weaken in the slightest. He sat in a very strange way, hugging his knees, like a very cute little boy, but in fact, everyone knew that Fan Xian could not be a simple little boy.

The two true qi in the body were slowly circulating and flowing, and the true qi that had been stimulated by Ye Liuyun's deliberate release was running quickly in Zhou Tian in a relatively stable and harmonious way. For him, this seemed to be an opportunity, a kind of spiritual light that suddenly appeared because of the change of mind and the change of the surrounding feelings, gently reflected in his heart.

Fan Xian closed his eyes, and his palms naturally stretched out in the rain, allowing the rain to hit his palms.

............ After a long time, Fan Xian's palms were still dry and smooth, as if the rain would never really fall on his palms and wet any inch of his skin.

Fan Xian's palm was covered with a faint layer of true qi, which was released from each pore and flowed back from each pore, forming an extremely thin but extremely interesting circuit. It was the method he had practiced since he was a child, that was so strange that it was completely useless...... Of course, this method has made him a master of climbing in this world, having climbed the palace, climbed the western mountain, and climbed many, many dangerous places that humans have never imagined. However, compared to the six years and jīng effort he had spent on this when he was a teenager, this kind of achievement is really not cost-effective.

Wuzhu didn't correct him back then-everyone knows that Wuzhu doesn't know how to do internal strength.

But today's feeling is different, there seems to be a very subtle and obscure difference from the past, Fan Xian slowly opened his eyes, wiped a handful of rain from his face, looked at his palms in a daze, and was speechless for a long time.

Being able to make the true qi out of the scope of the body and become a sharp weapon that can hurt people is a very powerful realm in itself, but it is not an unattainable realm, as long as the cultivation reaches a certain level, coupled with a sufficiently clever luck method, the strong can barely do it.

Especially Fan Xian had seen Ye Liuyun's loose hands with his own eyes, the great grandmaster's fingers bloomed like withered plums, and the true qi of his fingertips spurted out, piercing the air in an instant, and on the beach under the cliff of Shanzhou, he pointed out ten thousand plum blossom pits.

However, Fan Xian felt a different smell today, a completely different taste, he fell into contemplation in the wind and rain, the rain dripped down his cheeks and was blown away a little by the strong wind on the seaside.

When the true qi skillfully left the body for a moment and followed the body back, it seemed that there was something more, with Fan Xian's mental realm, he couldn't detect anything more at all, but he sensed this.

In addition to being surprised, he suddenly wondered, everything in the world, the total amount is equal, how much true qi is released in the body, how much true qi will be recovered, and it can be recovered, it is already Fan Xian's unique skill, but ...... Isn't there no need to meditate, just to keep this cycle of true qi circulation, and then you can get more and more true qi in your body?

Where does the extra True Qi come from?

Fan Xian's pupils shrank slightly, and even the tips of his fingers trembled, vaguely knowing that he might have touched a door that no one had ever thought, thought about, and reached before, and what was behind that door?

Why did this change suddenly occur? When Fan Xian sensed the opportunity in his mind, he followed this opportunity to sit quietly in the wind and rain on the seaside, what was this opportunity? Is it Ye Liuyun from the sea? Is it the death of the sword looking at the sea? Is it the confusion when he is separated from his relatives?

Fan was stunned, and then began to calmly sort out the past of this night, he had to find out what the reason for this opportunity was, in order to know what Yan Sè was in that door, and who opened it in front of him.

This work was not difficult, for he had traveled from Shijia Village to Dongyi City and spent the night in the Sword House, and the only thing that could have caused the change was the two pamphlets, especially the latter one written with strange transliterated words.

Fan Xian had already handed over this booklet to Mr. Fei Jie and asked him to take it back to the mysterious Western Ocean, but the content of the booklet had been completely memorized in his mind. Although I still don't know the meaning of many of the above words, I still understand the meaning of a few of them.

Those few words were less like incantations, more like a kind of poem that I had seen in a previous life, something of the genre of Dante's Divine Comedy.

Italian is born from Latin? Fan Xian frowned, sat in the wind and rain in distress, but he couldn't remember the knowledge that had long been forgotten, only remembered that there were many dialects of Italian, and the real writing was inseparable from Dante's Divine Comedy.

Could it be that those few sentences were imprinted in his heart, allowing him to subconsciously mobilize his mind in the process of running his true qi, thus creating such a strange situation at the moment?

Fan Xian slowly stood up, frowning, looking at the blue water surface with no boat, nothing but sea breeze and sea rain, as if he wanted to see the continent on the other side of the sea all the time.

............ I love you, this chūn day bright wind.

With my whole heart, I felt every chūn xx in the air.

Close to you, with you.

............ This is a poem, this is not a spell, Fan stood in the rain in a daze, still insisting on his judgment, but it was obvious that these words like poetry had taught him something and sensed something. In the air outside the body, which should be empty, is there really the so-called Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi? And in the process of exercising the exercises, I added a trace of a heart similar to poetry when I returned to the body, so as to absorb something back?

He took two steps on the beach in a hurry, his body circled twice on the shore of the East China Sea in the wind and rain, he looked at the air around him, looked at the rain around him, squinted his eyes, and shined, as if he wanted to find the unfathomable thing in these transparent or natural qiē.

And yet nothing.

Fan Xian's mind was flooded with too many speculations, doubts and judgments in an instant, which made him a little embarrassed, snorted, and rubbed his eyebrows.

The book is a relic left by Master Kuhe, and with the occasional sentence of the Sigu Sword, it can be known that this former national teacher of the Northern Qi Dynasty was extremely interested in Western chicken rib spells, and even showed a small hand on Dadong Mountain.

But it's all in Italian, no matter how amazing that national teacher is, he shouldn't be able to, so how did he train it? What did he practice?

There is also a collection of poems that may be related to spells, which is also strange in itself, and it looks like it is a long time ago, and it should even be long before Kuhe was born, probably a certain senior on this continent, who occasionally came into contact with the spells on the western continent, so he forcibly wrote down these words.

Fan Xian suddenly regretted a little, he shouldn't have handed over this booklet to the teacher in such a hurry and took it to the distant Western Continent, he should have studied it again, with the power of the Supervision Yuan, maybe he could dig out who the senior who had already become a white bone was, and then dig down from that line to history.

The rain trickled down his face, and Fan laughed with relief, shaking his head self-deprecatingly, thinking that he was indeed a little crazy under strong pressure—the victory or defeat on Dadong Mountain had proved that no matter what Cheng Dù Master Kuhe practiced, and how much he mastered this strange method, after all, there was still no essential change, and he was still defeated by His Majesty.

Spells, spells, may not be the chicken ribs that people think, but they are also not a sharp weapon to change a qiē.

Fan Xian looked back a little lowly, left the beach, and walked towards Dongyi City in the rain. Sigu Jian has died, and the entire Dongyi City must be in a state of sorrow and despair at this moment, at this time he must go back and meet with the disciples of the Sword Lu, and control the shape here.

Little did he know, he had missed a precious opportunity, one that might have opened that door. This kind of opportunity, whether on this continent or on that continent, is extremely rare and will only appear occasionally, once it is gone, and if you want to seize this opportunity, I don't know what year and month it will have to wait.

Fortunately, such an ethereal thing as chance and luck is always related to human perseverance and curiosity, and with Fan Xian's diligence and exploration, the time for him to touch this door again should be shorter.

There is white smoke rising from the depths of the ―――――――――――――――――― grass house, this white smoke is not cooking smoke, nor is it the smoke with a pungent smell when burning fallen leaves in late autumn, the white smoke shows a fact, so the people of Dongyi City, who can see the white smoke, and heard about the white smoke, are all looking in that direction with trepidation, and some people have even knelt down and kowtowed to that side.

Most people already knew the news of the death of the Sword Master.

Fan Xian walked to the door of the Sword Mansion, and all the disciples on the periphery of the Sword Mansion glared at him angrily, and the fire of hatred burning in his eyes was completely enough to burn him away. With Fan Xian's strong will, in this case, it is still inevitable to have palpitations.

He knew where the hatred of the disciples of Jianlu came from, because Sigu Jian had originally died under the dangerous attack of His Majesty the Emperor of Qingguo and Ye Liuyun, the Great Grandmaster of Qingguo, and he, the powerful minister of Qingguo, had undoubtedly become a substitute for being hated.

However, Fan Xian didn't have time to think about how to ease the feelings of these Sword House disciples, he just looked at the white smoke in the depths of the Caolu, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, pushed the door in, and went directly to the flat ground next to the Caolu Sword Pit, looking at the roaring firewood, he walked forward very simply and sprinkled something into the fire.

The flame's face suddenly changed, and the remains of the great master in the fire were already invisible.

With Fan Xian's action, the sneering sword intent crisscrossed the depths of the sword house, eleven long swords surrounded his body, and the sword intent was revealed like a snake, and Fan Xian would be stabbed to death on the spot at any time in the next moment.

The thirteen sons of Jianlu, except for Yun Zhilan and Wang Shisanlang, who were kneeling at the front, everyone was angered by Fan Xian's action.

............ Fan Xian felt the cold sword intent of the invasion of the body, and he didn't dare to make any big moves, because he knew that in the face of the eleven nine-rank attacks, he was afraid that His Majesty would come here in person, and he also had to consider whether to avoid his front for the time being, and as for himself, he didn't even have a chance to fight back.

He looked at Yun Zhilan, who was kneeling in front of him, and said, "The smoke is poisonous, I don't want these white smoke to kill half of the people in Dongyi City." ”

When he saw the white smoke, Fan Xian's heart jumped in fright, he didn't expect that he would sit on the seashore for a while, and the disciples of the Sword House would cremate the remains of the Sigu Sword so simply, after all, in his memory, this continent did not have the habit of cremation.

The remains of Sigu Jian were poisonous, highly poisonous, and it was impossible for Mr. Fei Jie to rigify his body, and he resisted the injury of the emperor's punch for three years.

Of course, this toxin was burned by the flames, along with the white smoke, and it was not as terrible as Fan Xian said, but it was better to be careful.

And Fan Xian secretly prepared some means in order to look around the injuries on the sword's body, and those medicines were exactly what happened to the situation.

Hearing Fan Xian's explanation, Yun Zhilan, who was kneeling at the front, did not get up, did not look back, but just raised his right arm.

The sword body returned to the sheath, the sword returned to the plain, just in an instant, the surrounding area of the sword mound returned to a calm and sad atmosphere, several sword servants wept while adding firewood to the fire, and thirteen second-generation disciples of the sword house knelt in front of the fire.

Fan Xian looked at this scene, his heart was extremely moved, knowing that after the death of Sigu Sword, Yun Zhilan undoubtedly had the highest prestige in the entire Sword Mansion.

Thirteen swords, what a terrible power this is, and how nice it would be if the hand holding these swords was your own hand.

Fan Xian frowned slightly, looking at the fire, thinking about this question in his heart.

............ At dusk, Yun Zhilan entered the house, holding a small urn wrapped in cloth, handed the small urn to Fan Xian with an indifferent face, and said: "Although I don't understand what the master means, since he wants me to give it to you, I will give it to you." ”

Fan Xian solemnly took it with both hands, and found that the small urn was still slightly warm, and he felt very strange when he thought that there were ashes in the Sigu Sword that had not yet been cold.

Yun Zhilan slowly knelt down in front of him and said, "The twelve swords of the Sword House will be handed over to Your Excellency according to the master's order." ”

Fan Xian's pupils shrunk and shone slightly.