The sunset is endless, the night is getting deeper, the lively city of Quanzhou slowly quiets down, the splendor in the city is sparse, only the brothel by the river is still happy, and the song and swallow dance are drunk and golden.

On the north city gate, the city guards on night stood crookedly with guns, or leaned on the arrow stacks, their eyes swept the darkness outside the city from time to time, and as always, after finding nothing, they withdrew and continued to chat and fart with their colleagues nearby.

Guarding the city gate is a chore, but the city gate vigil is a quiet job, the city gate is closed, there is no noisy flow of people and boring inventory during the day, as long as the post is standing, dozing off and waking up, don't let the Shangguan catch the current There is no problem, not tired, the money is more than 20 copper plates per shift during the day, if you can stand for a full month, it is half a lot of money, it is not a big fat difference.

What, you ask, what should I do if I meet a night bandit?

Don't make a fuss, this is Quanzhou City!

There is the Red Sword Marquis Mansion in the city, there is the famous Sword Marquis Feng Mo Xiu, and the famous Fengjia Army Camp is ten miles away, not to mention those bandits and horse bandits who can't get on the stage, even the masters of the rivers and lakes who are awesome and coaxed have to be people with their tails between their legs when they come, and if they dare to make trouble, they will have one word - death, who would dare to mess around?

The soldiers of Quanzhou City have a consensus that it is safer to be a soldier here than in Changping County, and they can't smash themselves when the sky falls, and they don't want to leave if they are given an official.

Of course, it is impossible to work night shifts every day, and each shift will be rotated, but there are always some people who have a good relationship with Shangguan who can take turns several times more than others, so the competition for the night vigil is still quite large, for example, tonight's team leader is a leader, and this month is only half over, and that guy has been a night owl for ten days.

The night was calm, and it looked like it was going to pass as usual.

Just as the most dedicated guards were also tired of standing on the stacks of arrows, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from the darkness, very dense and very fast.

The laziness disappeared in an instant, the guards carried their guns and pressed the handle of the knife, the archers quickly took place and pulled the arrows, and a pair of eyes stared at the outside of the city, waiting for the uninvited guests to appear.

They didn't have to wait long for a horse to leap out of the darkness and burst into their sight, followed by a second, a third, and at last, a carriage stopped in front of the gates of the city under the ring of twenty horsemen, and was silent, except for the heavy wheezing of the horses.

Zhu Li is tonight's team leader, and he rushed to the scene as soon as he received the report, his eyes widened when he was covered in clothes, and he carefully looked at the hazy figure through the light sprinkled from the city, and his eyes became tighter and tighter.

It's not an ordinary person, it's not an ordinary master, those people don't have their momentum!

I can feel the evil aura on the other party from such a distance, this is the momentum of veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time, and those high-headed horses are not ordinary, ordinary people can't get them at all!

Is there an emergency military report?

No, there is no order flag, and it is certainly not an urgent report.

That is, a certain important person sent by the imperial court is looking for the Marquis of Jian, but the pomp is a little smaller, not very similar.

Zhu Li quickly thought about it, put his mind at ease, and made up his mind.

It is an iron rule that no entry or exit is allowed after the city gate is closed, unless there is an urgent report, but these people are obviously not messengers, so it is useless to come from any of them, if you want to enter the city, wait for tomorrow dawn, dare to break the rules, ask yourself the knives of these people, think about the sky in this city!

Zhu Li took a deep breath and shouted: "The city gate is closed, I want to enter the city and come back tomorrow!"

When he finished shouting, the guards on the city wall also shouted in unison, the sword was half cut out, the bow was more than half open, and they were eyeing each other.

The uninvited guests did not retreat, nor did they resist, as if the sharp weapons on their heads were fake, and they looked at each other coldly without saying a word.

Zhu Li narrowed his eyes, and when he was about to give the order to shoot a few arrows to deter, the door of the carriage suddenly opened, and a young man with a long figure walked out, touched it in his arms a few times, and then raised his hands to show that he had no malicious intentions, and the gentle and magnetic voice clearly entered the ears of everyone in the city.

"Don't be nervous, I'm the son of the Feng family, it's really presumptuous to disturb late at night, but I'm busy with official business and rarely take a break, I hope you can be accommodating for the sake of my return home with the stars and the moon, and open the corner door a little bit to let me wait in, thank you!"

He bowed slightly, shook his hand after getting up, and a palm-sized thing went straight to the city and fell into Zhu Li's hand, and the strength was quite good, not heavy or light.

Zhu Li panicked when he heard the other party report his home, and then saw that the cloud talisman made of spiritual bronze in his hand was completely diskept, and he knelt down on one knee in a panic: "The last general Zhu Li will see Lord Shilang! Wait a minute, my lord, I will open the door for you!"

After getting up, he rushed to the stairs, shouting as he ran: "Quick, open the city gate, don't open the side door, open the gate!"

Originally, the soldiers were also panicked, after all, the sword just now was not only the son of the sword marquis, but also a high-ranking official of the military department, it was false to say that they were not panicking, but when they saw Zhu Li's appearance, they were not so panicked, and secretly laughed and scolded that he was worthy of being a "night owl" often.

But also, after all, he is the eldest son of the Sword Marquis and a high-ranking official of the military department, presumably the officials will not say anything if they know about it, and maybe there will be some praise.

After entering the city, the carriage stopped, Feng Zhili got out of the car and thanked Zhu Li again, and promised to go to the government tomorrow to explain the situation in person, and he should bear the responsibility and never implicate the night vigil brothers that night.

Zhu Li was moved, his words were not very neat, he really wanted to pat his chest and say, "It's a trivial matter, no need for Lord Shilang to work hard", but unfortunately that courage and ability, can only be thanked vigorously.

He has a heart, and in order to make Lord Shilang remember him, there is almost no "I" in just a few sentences, and all of them are replaced by his own name, which sounds quite awkward.

How could he not see this careful thinking about Feng Zhili, he was funny in his heart, and he maintained a humble and easy smile on his face, and he did not disappoint Zhu Li at the end, and arched his hand before getting into the car: "I am anxious to return home, so I won't say more to Lord Zhu, you have worked hard, farewell!"

A "Lord Zhu" had already called Zhu Li crisp, how could he stop him, he immediately bowed down to say goodbye, and took the courtesy of his subordinates.

Feng Zhili calls himself "under the bottom" instead of his own official, which is a clear distinction between public and private, and he is modest, he doesn't dare to really take it big, and he naturally has to do enough work.

The carriage walked away, Zhu Li still looked at the prime minister like a clay sculpture, and only retracted his gaze after he couldn't see it, and said with an excited face: "It's better to be famous than to meet, Young Master Li really deserves his reputation, this is the demeanor that a prince should have, it's a pity..."

"Shhhhhh

Zhu Li's face turned pale suddenly, and when he looked around and saw that no outsiders were listening, he breathed a sigh of relief, didn't mention it anymore, and took the lead to return to the city.

Chijian Marquis Mansion, Feng family ancestral hall.

Feng Zhiping comfortably held the toothpick, touched his belly, and drew circles with the toothpick on his teeth, brewing for a long time, and burping again.

"What did Xiao Tao tell her mother, tonight's meal is like the New Year, it's all my favorite food, it's killing me!"

Feng Zhiping muttered lazily, picked up the hawthorn tea and wanted to take two sips, sighed when it came to his mouth, and put it back.

It's also that he is greedy, eats too much, and drinks two and a half pots of tea instead of being effective, but makes his stomach more distended, and now he can't drink it if he wants to, and he has to drink it hard.

I want to fight two boxing activities, but my body is lazy and unwilling to move, and in his current state, it is estimated that he will vomit after a few tricks, as a good boy who practices hard every night "thrift", he can't waste food, so I'm too sorry for chewing hard.

If you want to eliminate food, cultivating internal strength is the fastest and best way, Yuan Li Circle can speed up the flow of blood and qi, and the swollen stomach can calm down in less than three moments, but he has to endure it, and he has to save his energy for the hard work of the night, tonight is the day to try to control the absorption speed of the human-level mid-grade spiritual weapon, and he must be fully prepared to ensure that every detail is done to the best.

Wait, wait, boil, boil, the leaky water finally dropped to the position of the child, he turned over and pricked up his ears, carefully pushed the spiritual sense to probe the surroundings, and after confirming that everything was normal, he jumped up, walked to the offering platform on tiptoe, and took down a low-level spirit tablet casually.

Carefully wiping the floating ash on the spirit card as usual, Feng Zhiping muttered: "It's you today!" Old Ancestor, you have to keep me, it's best to let me succeed at one time, don't be weak like the previous ones, and collapse with a light touch of the origin." I believe in you, you can, you are the strongest, let's work together!"

After wiping it and chattering, Feng Zhiping sat directly under the table holding the tablet, so as not to suddenly let someone come in and put it back in place.

After the pose, the two hands are supported by three fingers from flat palms to three fingers each, and then gradually decreased, until the two index fingers are clamped up and down, and there is no extra contact except for the finger belly.

This action is very tiring, the spirit card is almost equal to hanging in the air, and it will be sore from the fingers to the arms for a long time, which is not suitable for cultivation, but there is really no way, it is the fastest way for him to come up with a hard work.

The finer the Yuan Li filament, the more difficult it is, in the case that the sword species does not cooperate and there are many obstacles, he must divide great energy to control, but the Yuan Force silk thread can not be thin, and the number has to be reduced to be effective, under the premise that there is no extra energy to control the amount of Yuan Li silk thread, he can only solve it by reducing the lump contact area, and then turn the energy to the control of the amount after adapting, and finally knead it into a habit into instinct.

He did this before, the effect was good, the progress was rapid, and it only took a month from the prefecture-level lower grade to the human-level upper grade, which was far lower than expected.

Now that he has reached the middle grade of the human level, the difficulty has doubled, and he does not expect to succeed at one time like he made a wish, he can achieve results in ten days, and he will be satisfied if he forms his instinct within a month. If it doesn't go well, then the time may not be enough, maybe it won't succeed until you leave the ancestral hall or all the spiritual weapons are sucked up, which is undoubtedly the saddest result. Listen to the school bag

So he is very cautious, even if he is urgent, he is cautious, there are so many spiritual weapons, if he absorbs them, he will be gone, and the next time he wants to encounter this kind of "treasure house", the ghost knows what year and month, if he wants to succeed before leaving, he must be cautious and cautious, and he will be attentive and attentive, seize every opportunity, cherish every spiritual weapon, every point of spiritual power.

Organize your mind, adjust your breathing according to your mind, and quickly concentrate your attention until there is no longer any surround in your consciousness, only the Yuan Force gathered on your fingers.

"Points. ”

As soon as the thought moved, the Yuan Force instantly cracked, and the Yuan Force at his fingertips under his inner vision seemed to have not changed, but he knew that it had changed, no longer a whole, but a cluster of countless filaments stuck together.

However, it is not enough!

"Divide again!"

The thought intensified, and the Yuanli silk thread split again, becoming thinner, but not the limit yet.

Feng Zhiping strengthened his mind again and again, sweating like rain, and the ethereal spiritual power was cut one by one under the strong idea of obsession, repeatedly cutting along the flow of Yuan Li, and trying his best to decompose the Yuan Li silk thread into the same as himself.

Each time it was cut, the surface of the Yuanli silk thread, which had been split in two, would be wrapped with a layer of invisible spiritual power, like a diaphragm preventing them from reuniting.

That's where the hardest part becomes.

It's easy to divide, but it's hard to be stable, and you can only rely on mental power if you want to be stable.

But a person's willpower can have no limit, but mental power is limited, breaking the upper limit requires willpower combined with specific methods to achieve it safely and effectively, it is very dangerous to pull hard only with willpower, a careless willpower collapse, mental power overdraft, atrophy and disintegration and other fatal backlash, willpower collapse is better, it will only make people stop the current realm can not be improved, and mental power problems are very likely to affect the deepest and most mysterious soul, the soul is injured, and people are not dead or useless.

The cultivation of spiritual power is the cultivation of the "gods" in essence, qi, and gods, and can only be started during the divine hiding period, and it is necessary to have a natal divine weapon.

Many people's cognition of the "Natal Divine Soldier" is limited to the treasure blade of the life exchange, and they don't know what the life hand repair is, let alone know that the four words "Natal Divine Soldier" should be split into three groups: "Natal Divine Soldier", "God" and "Soldier".

"Natal life" represents the most fundamental soul, "God" represents spiritual power, is the appearance of the soul and the bridge of communication, attached to the treasure blade as the object of support and visualization, with the power of the treasure blade to improve and condense the spiritual power, the cultivation of the backlash transferred to the treasure blade to bear on behalf of the body, and so on after the spiritual power is highly condensed to a stable formation, this "shape" that is the same as the treasure blade is the embodiment of the soul, that is, the martial soul, this is the life of the cultivation.

The end of the Shenzang period is the beginning of the condensation of the martial soul, the process of condensation is the tangible period, the martial soul is equivalent to the real qualification of chasing immortals, but no one has ever cultivated into an immortal or ascended into the immortal world, so there is no recognized cultivation method, and now the so-called "righteous path" of the martial soul realm is said by each Taoist system itself, in short, who is powerful, who lives long is the "right way", so every martial soul is an explorer, and it is possible to become a leader.

All in all, the cultivation of spiritual power can only be carried out at the end of the Shenzang period, the tangible period and the martial soul, and if the realm is not reached, it is foolish and will die.

But Feng Zhiping didn't know, he thought he was polishing his Yuan Force, but he didn't know that he was refining his spiritual power invisibly, and he had no way at all, he used the simplest, roughest, and most dangerous hard boiling, and every increase and apportionment of his spiritual power was equivalent to walking on the line of life and death.

If it weren't for the protection of the sword species, if it weren't for the fearlessness of the ignorant so that they have no distractions, if it weren't for the fact that he was well prepared and cautious every time, he would have died a long time ago, and his soul would have collapsed and dissipated, and even the Great Luo Immortal would not have been able to save him.

Therefore, when Feng Moxiu and Chen Ding quietly appeared in the ancestral hall and saw the scene in front of them, the two were shocked on the spot.

There is no need to order, Chen Ding went out to clear the field as soon as possible, from Sheng Jian who was waiting outside to the guards and servants did not stay, and then summoned the palace guards to seal the area where the ancestral hall is located, as long as it is a living thing, it is not allowed to approach, and those who do not obey orders and shout loudly are directly killed, and the Jianhou Mansion is noisy for a while.

Sheng Yu knew that the matter was serious, so he didn't make any fuss, so he directly asked Qiao Xiu to move a chair and sit in front of the blockade line, and personally take care of the main road leading to the ancestral hall.

The people who were woken up from their sleep didn't know what was going on, but they could see that the situation was serious, they closed their mouths and didn't dare to take a breath, and obediently followed the guards to the temporary shelter, and waited for the door to turn off the light and blew no movement outside before poking their heads out of the bed, and the sound of mosquitoes talked about what happened.

When they heard someone say that they saw the Hou Ye and his wife go to the ancestral hall, they quickly came to the conclusion that the ancestral hall was really haunted!

Otherwise, how could the Hou Ye go over in person in the middle of the night!

Of course, the ancestral hall was not haunted, but Feng Moxiu felt that he was no different from seeing a ghost.

Not daring to test directly with his spiritual sense, he confirmed it again and again through observation and breath induction, and finally convinced the fact that he didn't want to believe - Feng Zhiping was refining "God"!

As a form, he knew too well how dangerous Feng Zhiping was at the moment, and he was extremely glad that he and Chen Ding had sneaked in quietly. If Fang just yelled at the door, or kicked the door open, his precious son would probably be gone.

He didn't dare to disturb, he stood quietly in place, the shock in his heart gradually turned into doubt, how could the stinky boy refine the "god"?

It is true that people who are not in the realm cannot cultivate spiritual power, but the reverse is also true, people who are not in the realm can not improve their spiritual power if they want to, and they can't do it if they have a method.

People whose realm is not enough are passive in their spiritual power, consumption, recovery, and growth are all up to nature, and it is impossible for them to take the initiative to change the quality and quantity of "gods" without their natal divine weapons, and Feng Zhiping is obviously a cultivator in the spiritual consciousness period, and there is still a lot of distance from the consummation of internal strength, not to mention that he is so full that he has to go against the blood veins, how can he skip a large distance in the middle and start doing things that can only be done at the end of the Shenzang period?

After thinking about it, he suddenly thought of the sword species, and Feng Moxiu's eyes flashed.

Could it be that it is really a fairy treasure, a miracle effect of an immortal treasure?

Is that man really an immortal?

In the absence of other explanations, he could only believe in this most unlikely explanation, and then remembered the "shortcut" brought by Xianbao.

Looking at the spirit card that Feng Zhiping was "holding", and then looking at other things in the ancestral hall, the spiritual sense quickly swept around with his gaze, and suddenly the corners of his eyes and mouth twitched, and the evil fire surged upward.

No, you can't get angry, you have to press it first, and wait for the little bastard to finish it!

Slowly, long, and deep breaths, one after another, the slightly closed eyes suddenly opened when the mark of the sub-hour was halfway exposed.

On the other side, Feng Zhiping woke up slowly.

"It's done, it's really successful!" Feng Zhiping suppressed his voice and cheered, he didn't see anyone in the room at all, his eyes were full of incredible ecstasy.

Feng Moxiu was afraid that he had just finished his practice, and the "god" was not stable, so he didn't make a sound, and quietly watched him perform with the fire.

I saw that Feng Zhiping began to dance after confirming that the miracle had really happened, holding the spirit card in a circle, and kissing a few mouthfuls from time to time, every time he kissed Feng Moxiu, the corners of his eyes twitched hard, and there seemed to be hot air rising above his head.

Feng Zhiping didn't realize it, he finally calmed down, raised his sleeve and wiped the saliva on the spirit card and said: "Old ancestor, I know that you can do it, your old spirit in the sky will definitely bless me! My success is half of yours, I will definitely repay you, go back and tell me a dream to tell me what you like and want, and I will burn it all to you next time I worship my ancestors, don't be polite! Hey, is there anyone around you to serve? Or I will burn a few female paper figures for you, I will find the best master in the city to do it, and ensure abundant milk and fat|." The buttocks are beautiful and shiny, you must be satisfied!"

The more he talked, the more unspeakable he became, Feng Moxiu couldn't listen to it anymore, and coughed lightly.

"Wow! Scared me to death! Who ,,, daddy?"

Feng Zhiping was startled, he almost didn't throw away the spirit card, turned his head and found that it was his father, he was not afraid of anti-joy, and pounced on him with a bright smile.

He thought that Feng Moxiu had secretly come over at night to guide him in his cultivation.

"Dad, I..."

Seeing that his son was carrying the spirit card and looked like he was going to hug himself, Feng Moxiu almost vomited blood, for fear that the spirit card would fall, so he forced the evil fire to squeeze out a gentle expression as much as possible.

"Stop, go, put your grandfather back first. ”

Feng Zhiping then remembered that he was still holding the spirit card in his hand, smiled embarrassedly, turned around and put the spirit card back on the offering table, bowed and said: "Yes, I said why is it so spiritual, I remembered that you are my grandfather! Grandpa is so good, grandpa is really spiritual! Dad, don't forget when you look back..."

Lowering his hand, he turned around and saw a black face and a rapidly enlarged fist.

"Little Wang Ba Calf, Lao Tzu killed you today!"