"There really isn't a doppelganger technique or a soul fixing spell."

After Hong Chenwu finished laughing, he pondered for a few seconds, as if he was recalling the past.

"But, what about the swordsmith...... It should be fake. Hong Chenwu said.

"Then why are you still here, made up yourself or sent by a friend? Memorial? ”

Ye Xiaofan wanted to take it out and take a look.

Hong Chenwu opened the cabinet and handed the color thin-page book to Ye Xiaofan.

The book is not thick, only a little more than ten pages.

Ye Xiaofan looked at it curiously, and at first glance, he was stunned.

Hong Chenwu only thought that he was being watched by the obscure song recipe inside.

Hong Chenwu slowly recounted its origin.

"A friend of mine, who is proficient in tomb robbing, got the location of an ancient tomb.

"I was afraid that my companions would be black, so I was invited to help.

"The tomb is dangerous, and there are countless mechanisms.

"There are even some mysterious, incomprehensible pitfalls.

"Do you believe that a thin piece of yellow rune paper posted on the wall can explode a fireball and burn several people to ashes?

"It's still a little strange when I think about it now.

"When more than half of the tomb robbers died, our gang finally found the main burial chamber.

"In the coffin, there was a Taoist skeleton that seemed to have been coated with silver juice.

"A peachwood sword, a book, an elixir, and the Taoist robe on the Taoist, it doesn't know what material it is made of, and it is invulnerable.

"I got the book and the elixir.

"The rest was snatched by another group.

"However, when the self-destruction mechanism of the tomb was activated and began to sink and collapse, I yin them, and their entire team died in the tomb."

Hong Chenwu showed a faint smile when he narrated.

This is one of the few impressive experiences in his life.

"That unknown elixir has miraculous effects, greatly broadening my meridians, and after I took it, my strength has increased by leaps and bounds......

"It stands to reason that Sendworth shouldn't be fake.

"Unfortunately, I tried to understand and connect, and I almost went crazy.

"However, the small skills in it have made my internal strength a lot more refined.

"As for Edgeworth, it doesn't exist.

"Only the Grandmaster, who is strong and powerful by his internal force, can control the sword with internal force, but it is flashy, consumes a lot, has little power, and has poor accuracy.

"It's not as good as the fist formed by the sect master's internal strength, and it can also kill the enemy more than ten meters away."

After Hong Chenwu finished speaking, he found that Ye Xiaofan was still immersed in books.

He smiled slightly, "I have been studying it for more than ten years, and there is no other place to refer to except for stumbling into a set of techniques for refining internal forces by mistake." ”

The implication is that even if you kid watch it for ten years or eight years, it is impossible for you to really practice any swordsmanship.

"I suspect that this is just that Taoist who is suspicious, and even indirectly harms the latecomers."

Hong Chenwu concluded.

The look is complicated.

What you think in your heart is not as easy as saying it.

The yellow rune paper that bursts out of the fireball, such as the bones of Dao people poured with silver, etc., are all incredible.

He still hasn't understood the principle.

After getting it for the first time and experiencing the powerful elixir.

He was overjoyed and felt that he had been inherited by the immortals.

It's been like this for seven or eight years, and the martial arts have been abandoned.

I also went to visit various professors of Jingdao science, Taoist masters who lived in seclusion in the mountains, and so on.

In addition to reluctantly summing up a set of methods for purifying internal forces.

What spiritual sense, spiritual power, what kind of heart and sword unity and other theories, are so ethereal, there is no way to start.

I was almost cheated at the time.

Hong Chenwu had a deep grudge against this "Imperial Sword Technique", and concluded that this was a trap that the tomb owner had a bad taste to trick the tomb robbers.

"True and false, false and real, can fool people.

"The owner of the tomb must have mastered deception.

"At that time, I was too confused, and I felt that I had the opportunity to cultivate immortals.

"If I hadn't been delayed by this for more than ten years, with the help of that elixir, I'm afraid I would have been able to step into the realm of a grandmaster."

Hong Chenwu sighed and shook his head.

Ye Xiaofan had already closed the page, and when he raised his eyes, his eyes were complicated.

He's already determined this swordplay...... It's true.

It's a pity that the level of Hongchenwu is limited, and it can't be penetrated, let alone mastered.

It's like a kindergarten child who can't read high math.

If you don't have the foundation, you can't get started.

It is not excluded that some peerless geniuses exist.

Obviously, although Hong Chenwu is lucky, he is not the kind of demon that exists.

"That's it." Ye Xiaofan clutched the book.

"You ......" Hong Chenwu looked at him suspiciously, "how could you choose it?" Understandable? ”

"Hehe, I don't seem to understand, I still have to study it for a while." Ye Xiaofan replied truthfully.

"Back then, I also thought that this thing seemed to understand whether it was understood or not, mysterious and mysterious, and the result was ...... Alas.

"Are you really going to pick it? If it is to perfunctory my thanks, I suggest you pick some famous calligraphy and paintings, which are collectible. ”

Hong Chenwu asked emphatically.

Ye Xiaofan shook his head and said firmly: "Just choose it, I think it will help me." ”

"You don't think you're seeing something, are you?"

"Hahaha, Elder Hong, don't worry about whether it's useful or not, think too much about it, and only add to your troubles."

"That's right, at my age, even if it's really a treasure, you tell me, I won't have time to change cultivation."

Hong Chenwu laughed dumbly.

He naturally saw that Ye Xiaofan was hiding something.

But it's really for his good.

It's like a beggar dying.

He was told that he was actually a billionaire descendant and was now taking him back.

What's the use of dying in resentment and regret?

"Just don't regret it." Hong Chenwu was a lot more indifferent, he added: "The original manuscript is still in my hand, it is a book. ”

"Is the content the same?"

"It's the same, and it doesn't hurt to take you to see it now. So as not to get out of the pool, blame me. ”

Hong Chenwu opened a dark grid on the wall.

It turned out that there was also a secret room, which was used to store the remnants of these ancient books.

A bamboo slip that records the art of the sword is placed in the corner.

Ye Xiaofan carefully checked it and confirmed that it was correct.

This cautious appearance made Hong Chenwu more and more sure, and Ye Xiaofan saw some secrets from it.

"You're going back today?"

Step out of the basement and back to the lake pavilion.

The old servant was making tea, and Hong Chenwu asked.

"Hmm." Ye Xiaofan nodded.

"I'll leave tomorrow." Hong Chenwu had a tone that could not be refused.

"Why?"

"Hehe, I made an appointment with a friend, and by the way, I would like to introduce you, which will be of great benefit to your future development."

Hong Chenwu said mysteriously, and did not reveal the identity of the person.

“……”

Ye Xiaofan couldn't cry or laugh.

This old man's arrangement, it seems that he has already regarded himself as a closed disciple, and he also helps Zhang Luo to make connections?

"Alas, Xiaoyou won't even give this face, right? The old man has never been rejected so continuously. ”

Hong Chenwu was depressed.

In the past ten years, how can he be so catch-up, with a hot face and a cold ass.

"That's disrespectful. But I really have to go back tomorrow, and the old man is always welcome to visit me. ”

Ye Xiaofan hurriedly changed his words, for the sake of swordsmanship, let's meet this person.