"Nine Days Against Fate", the name sounds extremely domineering.

What is rebellion? The beginning of ordinary exercises is in the dantian, because the place where the practitioner has an inner pill is in the dantian. And the beginning of this "Nine Days of Rebellion" is at the center of the eyebrows, and the end is in the dantian, so it is called against fate.

What is the Nine Heavens? The route of this exercise is extremely complex, completely covering all the meridians of the human body, running for a week, and the difficulty is comparable to that of the Nine Heavens.

The colorless emperor qi in heaven and earth seeped into the body from the center of the eyebrows, and went down in three ways, one for the left arm, one for the right arm, and one for the torso. After the torso, it is divided into two ways: left leg and right leg.

The emperor's qi traveled extremely slowly, and while Chen Jiu recalled the route of "Nine Heavens Against Fate" in his mind, he separated his spiritual power and carefully dragged it.

It is not enough for this exercise to run completely for a week, so Chen Jiu never runs it completely when he is fighting, but only a part of it. Recently, I have neglected to cultivate, and some details have been forgotten.

As the imperial qi slowly seeped into the vicinity of his chest, Chen Jiu's forehead couldn't help but have some fine beads of sweat. At this time, if you are a little careless, the emperor's qi will lose control, although it will not hurt the main organs, but it is still easy to break a few ribs.

After nearly half an hour, the left arm and the right arm were almost running at the same time, and between the five fingers, like the center of the eyebrows, a cyclone of ink-colored emperor qi slowly condensed, slightly smaller than the whirlpool at the center of the eyebrows. These two cyclones also began to pull with ease, and wisps of colorless emperor qi seeped into the body from the palms of the two hands.

This new two-way emperor qi went against the previous route and rushed towards the dantian. The imperial qi along the torso also began to seep into the legs.

It's like an old ox pulling a cart, step by step, slow but steady. After another half an hour, a cyclone also rose from the two soles of Chen Jiu's feet.

At this time, a whirlpool, a cyclone everywhere, and the five paths of imperial qi all went to the dantian, repeatedly compressed and fused from the inner dan, turning into Chen Jiu's ink-colored, thick imperial qi.

It wasn't until he felt that Neidan was full as if he couldn't stuff a grain of sand anymore that Chen Jiu gave up.

There are a variety of martial arts attached to "Nine Days of Rebellion", and there are hundreds of styles, but they are all similar and suitable for human butcher knives. Now that the knife is not in his hand, Chen Jiu can't practice, so he went to sleep.

It's day, night...

The Lord's Mansion...

On the chessboard, black chess pieces are like dragons, with teeth and claws, and their edges cannot be touched. White chess is like water, agile and changeable, flying in all directions, and it is difficult to distinguish and solve.

"Changfeng-kun, you're still slightly better... ”

Lan Moxin abandoned the white son in his hand and said.

"Concession. ”

Xu Changfeng said, and also abandoned the sunspot in his hand.

Lan Moxin shook his head and said:

"I look at the momentum of this black chess, like you... ”

"It's hard to fly when you're sleepy, it's hard to fly. ”

Xu Changfeng also sighed, shook his head and said:

"If it weren't for the Lan clan's help, where would I, the head of the family, sit?"

Looking at the ancestral belt not far away, rubbing it brightly, and placing it high in the box, Xu Changfeng couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

"Why bother to be presumptuous, Changfeng Jun is the last person in the Xu clan, how can it be unreasonable to marry in the seventh generation?"

Although Lan Moxin said this, he didn't know the bottom in his heart. Many years ago, there was a drastic change in the inner clan of the Xu clan, it seemed that the two factions were fighting, and in the end, the only survivor of the inner clan was Xu Changfeng.

"I'm going on this expedition, and Changtian City will trouble you. ”

Xu Changfeng sighed, under the lamp, his back was a little lonely.

"Alas... ”

Lan Moxin knew that he had made up his mind, so he didn't say much.

An hour later ...

Chase the heart pavilion, the Changtian City Pavilion. . .

The room was darkly lit, the night rain was swaying outside the window, and only the wind was whimpering, Lan Moxin sat quietly on the bed, kneeling in front of him.

In the moonlight, the man could be vaguely seen in a thin and shiny iron armor.

"Please be sure to protect Changfeng Jun's life, please. ”

Lan Mo said in his heart, helping the man up.

"The lord can rest assured, he will do his best. ”

At the same time, the Lord's Mansion...

"Earnest dreams hold hands,

Pear blossoms with rain and tears cold building.

Three thousand degrees in Xunqing's dream,

I didn't cry silently, and I didn't leave anything. ”

Xu Changfeng muttered to himself, his sleeves brushing the corners of his eyes, and he got wet.

"Maybe I'm going to see you soon... ”

The first volume, Once Upon a Time in the North, ends here. Once Upon a Time in the North is the beginning of the book, and the world of Hongda is slowly unfolding, so please wait and see. Thank you all for your support.

- SS white-clothed Chang'an