Xia Ji finished his lunch, and after watching Qingzhuzi leave, as soon as his consciousness was released slightly, he heard the gossip of people passing by outside the mansion gate again.

"Have you heard, the little grandfather of the Xia Guo family is actually autistic. ”

"Autism? I heard that I went to study in their house. ”

"Oh, if he can also make a name for himself by reading autism, then what about us smart people who are bent on scientific research?"

"It's a pity, it's a pity, if I were to give me half of his resources, no, even a third, a quarter, I wouldn't know how much I would have surpassed him. ”

"What is the little grandfather of the Xia Guo family, obviously he is a little straw bag, hahaha... Not to mention the autumn exam next year, he can't even break through as a first-grade martial artist. It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous. ”

"I bet that even if he enters Linlang Water Pavilion, he will still fail in the scientific examination next year!"

"Cunning, Brother Ma, you are so cunning, how can you bet on this sure win?"

Daily...

But all the warriors, scholars, or civilians who walked in front of this gate would leave more or less words.

Shu is not a place where people are convicted for their words, not to mention that these people are also very smart and only talk in the dark.

The words drifted by with the wind, and then faded away.

Who hears? Who knows?

This is normal, as long as there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and the rivers and lakes are not necessarily swords and swords, but also tongues.

If you want to fight, you will definitely enter such rivers and lakes.

If you enter, you will be ridiculed like this.

What's more, Xia Ji is such a big target, and he is especially taken care of, and I don't know how many rumors and rumors he has received in the dark places, and these rumors and rumors have spread to the people and princes, and they have become one of the laughing materials after tea and dinner.

Whenever someone is discouraged and says, "Why can't I break through the second-grade martial artist", someone will say, "What's this, don't be discouraged, the little grandfather of the Xia Guogong family has so many resources, and he hasn't even passed the first-grade martial artist", so everyone laughed happily and relieved.

Xia Ji didn't fight with them.

How can these people be qualified to make themselves angry, angry, explained?

He fights only with himself.

He wanted to break the iron law that "good and evil cannot be cultivated together", even if it was just to break through the righteous path.

"Yipin hasn't used true qi yet, it's just a use of blood strength mimic true qi, since it doesn't need true qi to circulate from the meridians, why can't it?"

He put down the [Modao Nine Styles] in his hand, lit another stick of sandalwood, closed his eyes in the autumn wind skylight, and fell into deep thought.

He's been thinking about it for more than three years.

Now he is not only proficient in the supreme demon way, the five-grade demon scripture, but also the world's martial arts and martial arts, and knows it by heart, if he can't think of it, there should be few people in this world who can think of it.

However, this is not difficult at all...

It's completely impossible.

Xia Ji muttered:

"Not only did I have to go against my body's instincts, I had to go against my luck, but I had to go against every thought of my mind.

In this unique oriental world, the righteous path exercises and the demonic path exercises are as incompatible as fire and water.

Anyone who cultivates any exercise, every breakthrough is bound to be accompanied by a preemptive enhancement of the spirit.

Only when the spirit is strong can the accumulated proficiency be promoted in one fell swoop and reach a higher level of the exercises.

Strictly speaking, a person who can reach the consummation of the Five Rank Demon Sutra is no longer human......

Their minds, their spirits, have long been very different from ordinary people, and they are completely incomprehensible to ordinary people.

Not to mention the supreme path of the devil that I have attained.

If I hadn't achieved perfection directly through the Golden Finger, but had cultivated it myself, I am afraid that I would not have been able to sit here at this time, and it would have been impossible for me to stay in the Xia family, let alone think quietly here at this time, right?"

Those who can practice the supreme devil's path are viewed by ordinary people,

Either gods or demons, not in the world,

Thou shalt not come near, thou shalt not come near,

Like a madman, crazy and weird.

He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the steady and powerful heartbeat at this moment.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

He immersed himself in the deeper level of his consciousness, and suddenly, he himself already felt the indescribable, indescribable palpitations, penetration, horror...

Four shadows were hovering in the deepest recesses of his consciousness, lurking in the darkness of his blood.

The three groups outside are the domineering [Heavenly Demon Strategy], the gloomy [Wusheng Sutra], and the killing [Twelve-Rank Black Lotus Sword Song]...

However, these three regiments, compared to the inner one, are completely insignificant.

The last supreme demon is a devil who hides his wisdom and does not wake up.

If you awaken it, you are awakening another self, another self that should have changed when you cultivated this Fa.

But even when the devil is asleep, it still affects his every thought, especially when he uses the exercises...

The stronger it is used, the longer it lasts, the greater its impact will be.

When it reaches a certain point, it will change permanently, and it will no longer be able to return to the current self by adjusting its mentality, and then its values will change dramatically, and even madness is unknown.

Xia Ji took a deep breath and said to himself:

"A three-rank martial artist, breaking through the seventy-two orifices in the body, and knotting a small lake, can only be accumulated, not counted as living water;

The four-grade martial artist, breaking through the thirty-six orifices of Tiangang, the lake became a dantian, and finally had the power to impact the two major veins of Ren Du;

The five-grade grandmaster, gathering one hundred and eight tricks, penetrating the two veins of Ren Du, and achieving a hundred and fifty years of life.

And the first product and the second product are the use of blood energy, which is to further pave the way for true qi...

Strictly speaking, the righteous path martial artist is even the law of blood flow that is different from that of the demon path martial artist...

Not to mention that I..."

Xia Ji's heart moved, his palm opened, and his five fingers were folded, facing the sky.

In the faint pores of the palm, the pure black demonic qi seemed to be steaming up substantially, twisting like black aquatic plants, and like a group of snakes dancing wildly.

As soon as he turned his palm, the demonic qi in his palm also swirled, and in a few moments, it turned into a pitch-black and deep ink-colored lotus.

The lotus was about to open but not opened, but I felt the breath of killing from the caged ink petals.

This breath is full of murderous meaning, evil and evil, and for a moment he wanted to invade like fire, but after all, he was restrained by Xia Ji in the palm of his hand.

"This is not true qi, not an illusion, but a demon gang... It's a higher level of qi... This is only the qi of the twelve-rank Black Lotus Sword Song.

From top to bottom, all the power that my body can generate has been fixed. How did it change?"

Xia Ji frowned, and began to experiment with one way after another,

For example, build a layer of "magic ball" on the surface of the body under the skin.

For example, to exert temporary "mental forgetfulness" on oneself,

For example, wrap a very heavy and heavy sandbag around the inside of your clothes, and then ......

Strange ideas were formed in his mind, and then carefully planned, implemented, and the results recorded.

Every time he tried one, he would write down the specific process in a small notebook, record it, and do a careful analysis.

And today, Article 361 has been recorded.

It's almost full.

And after these three hundred and sixty-one, it is three hundred and sixty-one forks.

Xia Ji turned his head again, and he didn't realize that the sky was already cloudy like blood, and it was twilight.