Xia Ji's mind moved, and a line of information appeared in front of the retina in front of him, which was born of the "Goldfinger Divine Enlightenment":

- Fusion Progress:

Supreme Path: 1 (Demon Path)

Wupin Jinglun: 3 (Demon Sutra)

Channel: (3/10)

Warp: (4/10)

Codex: (7/10)

Tips: (6/10)

Work: (8/10)

In the blink of an eye, all of that information was gone.

This information is only a progress of fusion, and does not include those exercises that he has completed but cannot be used for fusion again.

But those exercises are all below the level of the five-grade Jinglun, and they are no longer important to him.

In the quiet house, Xia Ji lit a calming sandalwood, put the [Modao Nine Styles] back on the bookshelf, took another copy of the mental method of the skill layer, sat back at the wooden table, and quietly flipped through it.

As he flipped through it, he read it softly in his mouth, and in his mind he had already imagined what this exercise would look like when it was performed.

He flipped through it, the sandalwood had just been burned, he closed his eyes and carefully deduced it in his heart, and then he was basically sure that he had completely mastered it, but he couldn't use it.

It's just that in the progress of integration,

Gong: (8/10) has become Gong: (9/10).

By this time, the sun had shifted slightly, and the sound of street selling could be faintly heard outside the gate, and he finally felt tired, so he yawned and lay back on the bed.

When I woke up, it was twilight.

Xia Ji opened his eyes, rubbed his head, and got up to wash.

When washing, he unintentionally saw the Mo knife hanging on the wall, which was Sister Xiaoqing's expectation of him and his family's expectation of him.

Xia Ji wiped his face, changed into a dark color suit, and walked to the wall silently.

The setting sun was red, and the dim light was swept by the west wind, and a cold light swept away on the tip of the two-meter-long Mo knife.

The cold light flashed into Xia Ji's eyes.

So he grabbed the knife.

Suddenly.

The blade of the knife is driven by a strange force, and the blade of the knife emits a strange trembling sound, buzzing, like Sanskrit sounds, and the aftertaste is not endless.

"Try again. ”

Xia Ji tried hard to suppress his instinctive reaction, and slightly recalled the moves in the [Mo Dao Nine Styles], the way he used force, and the corresponding mental method, he began to dance this knife.

At first, he was able to deliberately make himself look like a complete layman, crooked, anyway...

But as time went on, as he slowly moved closer to the right posture, everything changed.

He can't control it, because to control it is to fight against all his instincts, all his thoughts... It's fundamentally anti-human, unless he's just dancing to really look like a layman.

At this time, where does Xia Ji still look like a layman?

The Mo knife in his hand was given life, with a shocking and treacherous speed that tormented people's eyes, and it seemed to crawl and sweep in space.

You can't even tell if the knife is fast or slow.

You even feel like the knife is crawling slowly like a small snail, and it may take a long time to climb before it is cut from a high place.

But when you first had this thought, his sword had already been cut to the end.

This knife should have shone in the frosty sun at this time, but it didn't reflect at all.

This knife should have slashed through the air, and made a sharp sound of breaking the air, but there was no sound.

The knife slashed down with a terrifying evil aura and all kinds of abnormal evil qi, and as soon as it fell, it was like a demon peak.

Immediately afterward, it burned like an evil flame and invaded all directions.

The knife has no light, no sound, every knife is a perfect trajectory close to a masterpiece, and every force is an absolute killing move with death, it can be said that if Xia Ji was facing a group of people surrounded by a group of people at this time, then after this set of dances, everyone around him would have died silently.

Xia Ji also found out, so he stopped.

It's not hard for him to do something wrong.

The hard thing is how you can do something right that is different from your own way, and that's really difficult.

The dignified and upright Mo knife attack technique is used by him as a yin and strong killing method.

"I still haven't done it!"

"Come again!"

He redoubled his concentration and practiced again, but he still failed.

He decided to slow down, this time he could, but there was a clear incoherence between his moves, as if every time he made a knife and every pose, he needed to complete a lot of budget in his mind, as well as adjust his mentality, to do it.

He cultivated quietly, and only when the bright moon was in the sky and the cold light filled the courtyard did he give up again temporarily.

He is not a man without perseverance, but his body can no longer accommodate the slightest righteous thing.

But he can't give up, the scientific expedition needs at least one product to be perfect, no matter how hard he works, he has to reach this realm.

At this moment, there was no knock on the courtyard door, and it was directly pushed open.

Xia Wushu was wearing a nine-clawed condor robe and stepped in, she hadn't slept for two days and one night, but recently something strange and strange happened in the rivers and lakes - the human body spontaneously combusted, and she, as the strongest person in the Embroidery Sect Condor Hall, had already taken over this case, so she was very busy.

The Eagle Hall is different from the "Bashu Patrol Gate - Wudang Flying Gate", which has two functions: first, to manage the prison, and second, to maintain order in the rivers and lakes.

To a certain extent, these are two departments that intersect, because "disrupting the order of the rivers and lakes" and "major cases of the rivers and lakes" are the same thing to a certain extent.

Therefore, Xia Wuving, who wore a nine-clawed eagle embroidered robe, is also known as the "history of the rivers and lakes".

Of course, she also has a name, that is, "the world's first god catcher".

But this is a deliberately disgusting name, because it slapped the face of the four gods of Wudang Feimen.

But there was no way, the Son of Heaven didn't know why, but he was so excited that he gave the name of "the first god in the world" and settled on this name.

Xia Wushu was not intimidated, and accepted it calmly.

At this time, the delicate first god caught and pushed the door open, but when she saw her younger brother actually standing in the courtyard, she couldn't help but tilt her head and wanted to laugh, but found that her younger brother was holding a Mo knife and was standing in the moonlight.

The moon is like frost, and people are like beautiful jade.

It's just that such a son, in such a moonlight, looks a little depressed and lonely.

Xia Wudi put away his teasing heart, and stepped forward to encourage: "Xiao Ji, don't be discouraged, practicing knives is not something that can be achieved overnight. ”

Xia Ji smiled bitterly: "Sister Xiaoqing, I'm fine." ”

Xia Wudi thought for a while and said: "Don't be discouraged, people's muscles and instincts have a process, when you persevere, correct muscle memory and instinct will be formed, and then your knife skills will have a sense of fluidity, and holding the knife is like a fish in water."

Don't be in a hurry to dance the full set of knife techniques, learn one style at a time, start with squatting and stance, and then work hard to integrate each posture to make this pose a perfect whole.

I wrote in detail about each of these moves in the book, you just need to follow those simple methods, imagine yourself as righteous and brave as a tiger, and you should be able to go one step further on the basis of correct posture. ”

Haoran righteousness?

Easier said than done...

Xia Ji looked at the dark circles under the second sister's eyes, as well as the concerned look in her eyes, and said gently: "I know, you go to sleep quickly." ”