That night, Feng Zhiping lay on the bed and played with the money string given by Uncle Hou, recalling the experience of the day.

Originally, I was still worried about accommodation, but who knew that due to fate, I actually lived in the foothold of Diancang Mountain, and became an outer disciple.

"Daddy would be happy if he knew, right?" Feng Zhiping muttered to himself.

From childhood to adulthood, Feng Moxiu seized the opportunity to tell his baby son about his experience when he was young, especially in the section of Cangshan.

What a long sword defeated eighteen masters in a row, what survived thirty-nine moves under Master Guowen and shocked the audience, and so on made his ears callous, but he couldn't hear enough.

At that time, he couldn't cultivate his internal strength, and he didn't even let him out of Quanzhou City in order to seal Mo Xiu safely, he was very envious of the eldest brother and the second brother, and even more envious of the father who galloped through the rivers and lakes to break into a great prestige, these stories were his only consolation.

At the beginning, he could only imagine being in it, but now that he was in the rivers and lakes, thinking of this Feng Zhiping's heart was hot, a little sleepiness instantly dissipated, and he turned over and sat cross-legged.

Go to bed?

I have been "sleeping" for more than ten years, it is enough for a long time, what I should do now is to be angry and try my best to snatch back the lost time!

The internal force runs endlessly along the Zhou Tian, and every time it passes through the dantian, it will make the sea of qi thicker.

Normally, his savings speed is already very fast, but it is still too slow for him who has experienced "shortcuts".

Grab the long knife across your knees, and try to absorb the power inside.

The knife is the goatee of the Black Bone Cliff, human-level inferior grade, human-level blades rarely have a clear spiritual orientation, and the introduction of jade beads is also extremely simple.

Whether there are attributes or not is not important to Feng Zhiping, as long as it can be used for him to cultivate, according to his estimation, after absorbing all the aura of this knife, it can almost increase the strength of normal cultivation for about five to eight years, and it is a top-grade Jingyuan Dan.

Silently doing the exercises, about a stick of incense, he opened his eyes, his face confused.

"Why is it so slow, not during the day, is the absorption speed still related to the sky?"

After pondering for a moment and shaking his head, it shouldn't be the sky, and day and night are no different when absorbing the dagger fragments of the man in black.

"Where's the difference? Do you want to break the blade, like a cold iron dagger, and let the spirit drain, and then I take the opportunity to intercept it?"

"That's not right, the sword for the twin girls, when I first got it during the day, it was absorbed quickly, and the grade of this knife is slightly inferior to it, why is it slow?"

Carefully recalling every detail, a flash of inspiration crossed his heart, Feng Zhiping jumped off the bed without wearing shoes, and came to the courtyard outside the house with a knife.

Holding his breath and concentrating, he slowly raised the knife and swung a starting pose, and the next moment he turned from static, and a set of blind fighting knife methods "Five Styles under the Night" passed through the army came out.

The essence of this set of knife techniques is to be quick and quiet, use fast knife moves to protect the main body, and when you find an opportunity, you can quietly use the knife to destroy the enemy without noticing.

In the past, he only relied on muscle strength, and he could barely do Xun Zi, and Jing Zi was always difficult to do because he could not suppress the knife wind without internal force support.

Tonight, it's different.

The sound of knives in the courtyard became smaller and quieter, and gradually changed from a ghost-like whimper to a sob-like "swish" sound.

Feng Zhiping gradually closed his eyes, moving his knife with his heart, and the whole person was immersed in the wonderful rhythm.

When a stream of heat was injected into the arm meridians from the handle of the knife and merged into the dantian, a thick joy flooded in my heart.

Sure enough, it is not possible to absorb the aura of the treasure blade by meditation, the efficiency is too low, and it is the right thing to do by persistently practicing martial arts.

Carefully discerning the absorption speed, he found that although the martial arts were fast, it was still not the limit, and it was still much worse than the daytime life and death fight, and it seemed that actual combat was the best practice.

Isn't it true that the young master will have to fight every day in the future?

How low-key is this!

His heart was in turmoil, and the rhythm was also chaotic, Feng Zhiping simply stopped and looked up at the moon.

The big full moon seems to have turned into the smiling face of the fat fairy, I remember that the fairy said that the sword species has benefits and troubles, is this what the trouble said?

"Go back and try to find someone to try, if you can't do it, you can only play with your life. If you are high-profile, you should be high-profile, who is making me lack time!"

Secretly sighing for his fate, Feng Zhiping was about to bow his head and start the knife again, but he swept the shadow on the courtyard wall.

"Who!"

Looking at the front of the horizontal knife, Feng Zhiping relaxed, smiled and beckoned.

"It turned out to be Xiao Shuang'er!"

You Shuang'er didn't answer, her condescending eyes were as cold as ice.

"Running over in the middle of the night to peek at me, aren't you afraid that people will see it and misunderstand again? Or are you moved and really want to be my little lady?"

With his back to the moonlight, Feng Zhiping didn't see her face clearly, and continued to smile with a hippie smile, who knew that You Shuang'er's figure suddenly pounced, and the long sword in mid-air came out of the sheath and pointed straight at the throat.

"What are you doing!"

Feng Zhiping was startled, and hurriedly blocked the knife, and as soon as he touched the knife, he flew away, dodging and trying to hide, and a slender hand choked his throat.

The palm that seemed to be weak and boneless was harder than an iron hoop, Feng Zhiping was pinched and rolled his eyes, struggling but couldn't break it.

"Loose, let go, if you have something to say, say!"

With a slight loosening of his hand, You Shuang'er pulled him in front of him, and his bright eyes could not see the agility of the day, only the coldness of his heart.

"If you dare to speak disrespectfully, I'll kill you, do you hear?"

Feng Zhiping hurriedly nodded, and You Shuang'er snorted coldly and threw him to the ground.

Lying on the ground and coughing for a long time before he got out of breath, Feng Zhiping stood up, shocked.

"Who are you?"

The appearance is the same, the body is the same, and even the smell on the body is the same, but this person is by no means You Shuang'er, and the temperament of the two is completely different.

The woman didn't answer, and asked in a cold voice: "During the day, how did you recognize Uncle Ma's Baoyu?"

"Who are you?" Feng Zhiping didn't answer, and asked again.

If it was You Shuang'er, he might have said, after all, the little girl had helped him, but the origin of this person in front of him was unknown, and he wouldn't tell her if he told anyone.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the woman's eyes were cold, and she was about to start her sword when she raised her sword, but when she heard a squeak of the door, Chang Jiakang walked out of the next room.

"Senior Sister Shuang'er, what are you doing?"

A sword step blocked in front of Feng Zhiping, seeing You Shuang'er's appearance clearly, Chang Jiakang's eyes twitched, and he sighed secretly and smiled.

"Senior Sister Shuang'er, it's late at night, this is a men's hostel, it's not good for you to come here, it's better to go back early, I'll talk about it tomorrow if I have something." ”

Isn't it, it's really You Shuang'er?

Feng Zhiping was dumbfounded, and he couldn't connect the person in front of him with the interesting girl during the day even if he wanted to break his head.

"A question, just leave. You Shuang'er was concise and to the point, and her tone was still indifferent.

"You've already asked. Chang Jiakang's tone also became serious, "Senior Sister Shuang'er, he is our honored guest, and he will be with you and me in the future, and he was invited back by you, don't be willful and do things that you regret for a while." ”

The word "you" in the middle deliberately accentuated the tone, You Shuang'er's cold eyes fluctuated slightly, nodded coldly, put away his sword and flew away from the courtyard.

"Senior Brother Chang, what's going on?" Feng Zhiping was covered in cold sweat, and there was a pot of paste in his head.

"Are you alright?" Chang Jiakang asked apologetically.

Feng Zhiping shook his head and asked again: "What the hell is going on, she is really You Shuang'er?"

After hesitating for a moment, Chang Jiakang sighed.

"She is a senior sister of Shuang'er, I don't know what is going on, when you get back to Cangshan, you may be able to hear something, or you can also ask her, I think she likes you very much, maybe she will be willing to tell you." ”

"Ask her, are you looking for death!" Feng Zhiping rolled his eyes.

"Don't think about it, go to bed early. Chang Jiakang smiled bitterly and patted him on the shoulder, turned around and went back to the house.

Standing in place and stupid for a long time, Feng Zhiping suddenly slashed the ground with a knife, and only stopped after a while, looking at the sky with grief and indignation.

"What the hell is going on!"