Seeing the little boy's provocative appearance, Mu Wanfeng wanted to go up and kick it, but he was looked down upon by a little kid, which was really unreasonable.

But now he is more curious, what the Qinglian Sword Technique looks like, whether it is grass under his feet or a bag on his head.

Click!

Mu Wanfeng opened the lock of the wooden box, and there was a goose-yellow scroll lying inside.

I don't know what material the scroll is made of, and the surface has a faint halo, which is very beautiful.

said that it was a scroll, but Mu Wanfeng didn't see the scroll, and it was as light as a feather in his hand. He immediately stopped thinking about it, and with a sudden, pulled the scroll apart.

When he pulled halfway, his left hand was empty. When I looked closely, I found that the other end of the scroll had traces of tearing and breaking.

Incomplete?

Mu Wanfeng suddenly understood that the little boy's words turned out to be fearless, and if he wanted to come to this Qinglian Sword Technique to cultivate, there must be some drawbacks.

"A fragment, you still say it's a treasure?" Mu Wanfeng said a little annoyed.

The little boy snorted and said, "If it is complete, how can it be thrown into a corner?"

Mu Wanfeng was stunned for a moment, and then heard the little boy say: "The Qinglian Sword Technique was obtained by the ancestor of the Xuantian Sect Creation Sect by accident, and it was already a fragment at that time. ”

"The patriarch was amazed by the peerless talent of the person who created the sword technique, so he treasured it, hoping that one day he would be able to find the other half of the fragment. ”

"However, the patriarch has not been found all his life, and when the limit is approaching, he decided to cultivate the Qinglian Sword Technique, hoping that after experiencing it firsthand, he can rely on his own comprehension to complete the fragment ......"

Seeing that the little boy suddenly stopped talking, Mu Wanfeng asked, "And then?"

The little boy said angrily: "Of course it's dead, if you succeed, what you can get is still a fragment?"

Mu Wanfeng thought of another question and asked cautiously, "He...... Is it old and dead, or is it refined?"

"Refining death!" It seemed that it was too long, the little boy thought about it carefully, and then said: "At that time, the ancestor still had a thousand years to live, but after cultivating the Qinglian Sword Technique, he died after three years. ”

Mu Wanfeng was speechless for a while, and the hand holding the scroll felt a little hot.

What kind of ability is the ancestor of the Xuantian Sect Creation Sect, he has been refined to death, how can he dare to cultivate this little bit of Taoism?

Of course, he didn't want to die, and he still had a strong curiosity, wanting to see what was so powerful about this Qinglian Sword Technique.

However, when he looked closely, he was immediately dumbfounded, because he didn't recognize the font on it!

"Ten Thousand Souls?" Mu Wanfeng wondered.

Only then did he remember that the little boy was also speaking in the language of all souls, but just like Ao Li, the voice sounded in his heart, and he could understand its meaning.

At this moment, Xiang Xuelan took the scroll from his hand.

When Xiang Xuelan was able to transform her body before, she could understand the three words "Life and Death Gate", and she obviously also understood the language of all souls.

She spread the scroll in her hand, as if she knew that Mu Wanfeng was curious, so she read out the content on it:

Qinglian Sword Song

Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light. After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is born. The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world. Who can write Your Excellency, the White Head Taixuan Sutra......

After listening to Mo Yushu, his eyes were as bright as stars, and the picture seemed to appear in front of him.

A man in white clothes fluttering, holding a sword on his horse, facing thousands of troops and horses, holding a wine jar, drinking and falling to the ground, killing into the enemy camp, seven in and seven out, brushing his clothes, and being clean.

This boldness, this freedom, this pride, makes him fascinated, isn't this what he is pursuing?

After Xiang Xuelan finished reading the song, she was also stunned for a long time, and then continued to read:

Qinglian Sword Recipe General Preface - "Baishou Taixuan Sutra"

Tame and mysterious, infinite like the sky. Yin and yang, with one yang multiplied by one unification, ten thousand material shapes. Fangzhou Department, three sparse. Chen Qijiujiu, thinking that he was a few lives, praised the group outline, and was a comprehensive name. Eighty-one songs, the year is salty......

Xiang Xuelan hadn't read much, but the little boy interrupted: "You'd better not continue to read." ”

When Mu Wanfeng heard this, she found that Xiang Xuelan's cheeks were red, as if she was drunk, and she was deaf to the little boy's words, still immersed in them.

He hurriedly grabbed Xiang Xuelan and shouted, "Senior sister, stop!"

After a moment of trance, Xiang Xuelan came to her senses. Her face changed, and she hurriedly gathered her mind and lowered the flow rate of qi and blood in her body that was a hundred times that of before.

Xiang Xuelan glanced at Mu Wanfeng with a strange expression, and pretended to be calm: "Senior Brother Mu, it's okay......"

Mu Wanfeng breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Haha, you're welcome, this is what I should do!"

Xiang Xuelan was a little angry and said, "I mean, you can let go!"

"Huh?"

Mu Wanfeng was stunned for a moment, and then immediately let go of the hand holding Xiang Xuelan, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Uh, senior sister's hands are as warm as jade and well maintained, hahaha......"

However, Xiang Xuelan turned her head sideways, obviously his fart, and slapped the horse's leg.

Xiang Xuelan was annoyed in her heart, and looked at the scroll again in a restless manner.

This time, she didn't dare to read it out, but just quickly glanced at it, and found that in addition to the cultivation method, there was also a small note on the side.

After reading it, she sighed and said slowly: "This Qinglian sword technique is guided by lifespan and cooperates with sword practice, but since the cultivation, it is impossible to stop the sword technique until the exercise is completed." ”

"There are a total of nine Qinglian sword techniques, and each weight also has nine small realms. The first three realms, if you don't break through within three years, you will die because your life span will be squeezed dry. ”

"The second is nine years, eighty-one years, the second is three hundred years, nine hundred years, eight thousand one hundred years, and so on......"

"There is only the general outline and the cultivation method of the first level and the first realm, and the follow-up exercises should be on the other half. Even the last point of the first realm is incomplete. ”

Mu Wanfeng was dumbfounded, no wonder the ancestor of Xuantian Sect hiccups after three years, with his cultivation realm, it is enough to see the domineering of this Qinglian Sword Technique.

I really can't imagine how gorgeous the complete sword technique is.

I just don't know, this Qinglian Sword Technique is stronger and weaker than his Qinxin Purple Moon Sword......

Xiang Xuelan looked at Xue Wuxian and asked, "Are you interested in this sword technique?"

Xue Wuxian shook his head, indicating that he didn't want this sword technique. Not to mention that he can't understand the language of all souls, even if he can understand it, after cultivating, he will die in three years, and he won't be too long.

Then he asked a question and asked the little boy: "If you don't understand the language of all souls, how can you practice the exercises on the jade slip?"

The little boy said: "Don't worry, there are so many races in the world, considering that not every race can speak all souls, so as long as you drip blood on the jade slip as before, the exercises inside will be reflected in your brain." ”

"You can also learn the font language of the language of all souls. However, the exercises inside are profound, and now you can't even use your potential, and it's not suitable for cultivation. ”

Xue Wuxian nodded, although a little disappointed, but it was also reasonable.

If the exercises can be practiced so easily, there will not be so few strong people in this world.

"Then what kind of cultivation do you have to achieve in order to practice the exercises inside?" Xue Wuxian then asked.

The little boy glanced at him and said, "The simplest exercises in it must reach the realm of a hundred knots before you can start practicing slowly. ”

"What is the realm of the hundred tricks?" asked Mu Wanfeng.

The little boy didn't want to deal with him, but he still explained: "After opening up the Purple Mansion, the next realm is to break through the hundred orifices in the body, so that the aura of heaven and earth can run in the body for the Great Zhou Tian. After reaching the Hundred Tricks Realm, this is the only way to truly enter the ranks of cultivators, fight for their lives with others, and win their lives with the sky!"

Mu Wanfeng suddenly remembered Elder Lu's matter, shook the space ring in his hand, and asked, "Is there a way to connect the meridians in the Dan Dao classics here?"

The little boy said, "No!"

Just when Mu Wanfeng was disappointed, the little boy said again: "The simple matter of connecting the meridians is a pharmacological problem, and it has nothing to do with Dan Dao. ”

"There are many classics in the space ring, all of which record things that can connect the meridians, such as spirit grass, spirit fruits, etc. ”

Mu Wanfeng resisted the urge to go up and beat him, and asked, "Are those spirit grasses and spirit fruits you said here?"

The little boy spread his hands, and then said indifferently: "No ......"

"Is it really not this time?" Mu Wanfeng said.

"Not really!"

"Hehe, that's good......"

As soon as the words fell, Mu Wanfeng lifted the little boy and slapped him on the buttocks.

Because the little boy was bare-bottomed, Mu Wanfeng beat him and said, "This saves me from taking off my pants." ”

The little boy screamed, and hurriedly said, "Ah...... It hurts, stop, I can continue the meridians!"

Hearing this, Mu Wanfeng slapped him again, and then stopped and asked, "Can you take it?"

The little boy rubbed his buttocks and said aggrievedly: "Of course I can, I am the spirit of the formation of the Qiankun Life and Death Array, and your meridians are the thunder and lightning that I manipulated in the formation to reconnect."

"Your meridians are still very strange, I split hundreds of thunderbolts before I can catch it, and you will take revenge!"

Mu Wanfeng was stunned for a moment, and then she was a little embarrassed.

It turned out that he himself had a preconceived idea, thought too badly of others, and did a foolish thing to beat up the doctor.

However, he is thick-skinned and has no intention of admitting his mistakes, not to mention that the other party is a little kid, even if he wants to do this, he can't wipe his face.

"Hmph, then you send us out, I'll bring someone, and you can pick it up for me. "Mu Wanfeng avoided the heavy and light.

The little boy's face was full of incredulity, and he said angrily: "You are so shameless! If you slap you and don't give you candy, you just slap me and don't give me the long feet on your body, can't you walk?"

"Huh?" Mu Wanfeng's eyebrows were upside down.

He thought that the little boy didn't want to send them out, but he was immediately angry, and rolled up his sleeves to go up and beat people again.

At this time, Xiang Xuelan seemed to understand something, stopped Mu Wanfeng, and said with a solemn face: "Senior Brother Mu, I'm afraid we ...... I can't get out for the time being......"