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It's late at night.

Heavenly King's Mansion, Study.

Two more cheats were placed in front of Xu Xing.

A copy of the "Imperial Court Sword Codex" rewarded by Emperor Chongming.

A complete version of the "Eight-Armed Ming King Sutra", with the remaining three-style Ming King seal.

After he sent someone to send the palm seal eunuch Li Enlu to the post house, the former leader of the Righteous Army, the eight-armed monk Shang, knew the elegance of the string qin and knew that he liked martial arts classics, so he personally visited him and gave him a full set of "Eight-armed Ming King Sutra" .......

Even the monk was afraid that he would not understand the essence of the three styles of the Ming King Seal, so he personally wrote a commentary to him.

Every move and formula is extremely detailed.

"Monk Shang should have reached the first class of the day after tomorrow, and he has accumulated more than a hundred years of internal strength."

"It's only a few steps away from breaking through the innate nature."

"But these few steps are like a moat, and they can't be broken by very people."

"It's not easy to open the bridge between heaven and earth. I was also lucky enough to borrow the military solution to open this line of heaven. ”

"It's like ruining a life."

Xu Xing finished reading the annotations of the exercises written by the monk and sighed secretly.

If it weren't for him to stir up the situation, maybe Monk Shang really had hope of breaking through the blockade of officers and soldiers, turning a snake into a dragon, and becoming one of the pseudo-dragons competing for the world.

Even if this probability is very small, it does not prevent the monk from gathering the love of heaven and earth, and he is a masterpiece for a while.

In the case of great luck, it is extremely normal for Shang Monk to become a first-class person the day after tomorrow.

"It is rumored that Xuanji Temple is one of the two major martial arts sects in Fengxi Kingdom."

"Juxtaposed with the Escape Gate."

"Far beyond the three major schools of Kansai Province......"

He looked southeast at Nakonamdo.

Nakonam-do and Kansai-do are in close proximity.

Compared with the barren Kansai Province, Nakonam Province is much richer, and it can be regarded as one of the places of finance and taxation of the imperial court. However, the most famous temple in Naknam Province is still known as the Hanging Ji Temple, which is known as "across the two prefectures and all over the monks' fields".

"If there is an innate martial artist in the mortal world......"

"The royal family, the Hanging Temple, and the Xiaoyao Gate, these three are the most likely."

Xu Xing is determined.

Needless to say, the royal family is in the corner of the fate of the collapse and deduction of the fate of the [righteous thief]. The royal family is implicated in a white-haired man suspected of being an immortal cultivator. With the background of the royal family, it is not difficult to cultivate a few innate martial artists.

And the two houses of Xuanji Temple and Xiaoyao Gate are the masters of the rivers and lakes.

The eight-armed monk is just a monk of a rebellious temple, and he can have this strength, not to mention the real pillar of the two factions.

You must know that the Daxue Mountain, where Yao Dang was born, still has a peerless knowledge such as "Three Mountains and One Qi Ventilation Divine Method", which accelerates the accumulation of internal qi .......

"But Emperor Chongming is very calculating, and gave me a book of innate martial arts."

Xu Xing rubbed the thin book of "Imperial Court Sword Dictionary".

As Zhao Yunniang said, Emperor Chongming's reward for martial arts will never be too bad, if it is too bad, it will be the face of his own emperor, which will make the world think that he is narrow-minded.

But Emperor Chongming also had some scheming.

The martial arts given are not cultivation exercises, but innate martial arts.

This "Imperial Court Sword Codex", if there is no innate realm, it can only be shelved.

And the innate ......, under the whole world, only a few people can reach this realm.

So far, Xu Xing has not met a single innate martial artist.

"Cultivate first!"

Xu Xing completely forgot the two exercises and began to sit and forget to draw qi into his body.

Whether it is "The Three Seals of the Ming King" or "The Sword Book of the Imperial Court", they are all martial arts moves, and it is not beneficial for him to break through the innate realm.

And these moves, you can wait until the dungeon world is opened before cultivating.

……

Xu is a monk Shang, the former leader of the alliance, who took refuge or was rewarded by the imperial court.

With the help of Ming Huang Mingge [Official Thief], Xu Xing was able to maneuver between the righteous army and the temple, although he couldn't see how much his luck had increased, but when he cultivated, the aura around him became closer to him.

and then borrow the thousand-year-old medicine that was looted.

One year and three months later.

The accumulation of his natal true qi has reached more than 100 years for ordinary people.

The true qi that was abundant in the dantian gradually began to liquefy.

"Whew!"

A mouthful of refined natal true qi spit out from Xu Xing's mouth, turning into an invisible blade, directly blowing out several candle wicks that were more than ten steps away from him, and the secret room instantly darkened.

"Still doesn't work?"

"That's it?"

Xu Xing frowned and muttered to himself.

He continued to silently run the eight-armed Ming King Sutra, the true qi that was galloping like a river continued to flow in the meridians, faintly heard the sound of the waves crashing on the shore, and the true qi gathered from the acupoints turned into swimming fish and jumped down from the crystal innate veins, and plunged into the inner ...... of the dantian.

But soon, the dantian repelled this true qi.

True Qi traced back from the dantian to his throat, turning into a qi blade again, and expelling from his mouth.

"Got a bottleneck?"

"Or is it ...... to break through the innate realm with internal training, and it also requires a certain amount of external training of the body to carry this one hundred and twenty years of true qi accumulation......"

"No, it's not right, I cultivate both inside and outside, and I am a pseudo-congenital Ming king."

"The meridians and dantian should be able to carry so much true qi."

Xu Xing shook his head.

Immediately afterward, he thought about it carefully and understood what the problem was.

Ordinary people break through the innate and refine the essence stored in the food, and he directly uses the innate body to forcibly absorb the surrounding aura. Therefore, his true qi is purer and stronger than ordinary true qi.

"Continue ......"

"According to the fate, I can break through the innate within three years, and I will retreat for three years if it's a big deal, anyway, this year and a half have passed, and it's not bad to come back for another year."

Xu Xing is firm in his confidence.

Compared with those with mediocre qualifications, he has better qualifications, and the bottlenecks he encounters are enough to envy a group of acquired martial artists.

Spring goes to autumn, and time flies.

In the blink of an eye, another year has passed.

In the twenty-fourth year of Chongming.

On this day, at the time of the winter solstice, the Heavenly King's Mansion was covered in silver.

"Mother......

"When is Daddy coming out of retreat?"

"Zhang'er hasn't seen her father for a long time."

In the back house, three-year-old Xu Zhang squatted on the ground playing with snowballs and asked casually.

His skin was smooth and fair, his eyes were black and white, he wore a tiger-headed hat, a cotton jacket, a silk coat, and a gilded longevity lock of two or three inches around his neck.

The body was dyed with snowflakes, and his little face was red from the cold, which was pitiful.

"Your Daddy ......"

"It should be soon."

Zhao Yunniang subconsciously glanced at the study.

In the past three years, the Xingtian King has really become a martial idiot as the government and the opposition said. In addition to meeting with the ministers for a fixed period of time every day, it is a retreat to practice martial arts.

Even she, the person next to her, rarely has the opportunity to meet in person.

"Soon?"

Xu Zhang wondered.

Ever since he remembered, when he asked when his father would be out of the customs, his mother would only reply with a "soon".

Not even a little bit of tricks.

And yet—

At this moment, there was a sudden thunderclap in the direction of the study.

Thundered.

Smoke and dust filled.

A large hole was broken in a wall of blue bricks and tiles.

Inside the cave, Xu Xingpan sat on the futon, his eyes closed tightly, and his mouth slightly open.

After he breathed hundreds of times.

The wall was finally overwhelmed and collapsed.