Summer nights fall late. After nightfall, this misty jade gate no longer has the fluttering fairy aura in the daytime, and has become an ordinary mountain.

The dazzling stars were reflected in the lake, and the sparkling water surface slightly illuminated Xia Qian's footsteps. There are lights everywhere, but the sleeping place is dark.

He walked through the passages on the lake, leading in all directions. It was only three o'clock in the morning, and it was still early before he went to bed. He wandered aimlessly on the hill when a figure came into his sight. He took a closer look and saw that it was Master Ten Thousand Swords. He was lowering his head and didn't know what he was looking for, when Xia Qian stepped forward to ask.

"Master Ten Thousand Swords, what are you looking for?"

Master Wanjian waved his hand, and he didn't have time to pay attention to him. He looked solemn, as if he had really lost something important.

Xia Qian asked again: "You tell me, I'll help you find it together." "He's bored anyway.

Master Wanjian raised his head, looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "Really?"

Xia Qian nodded hurriedly. "You say. ”

Master Wanjian lowered his head and continued: "Then you can help me find it, I lost my way back, find the way." ”

Xia Qian was speechless. That's how I found the road.

"You're going back to Wanjian Tower, aren't you?"

Master Ten Thousand Swords suddenly took a step back and stared at him vigilantly: "How do you know. ”

Xia Qian took a deep breath: "I saw you there during the day. ”

Master Wanjian: "Is there one?"

"Yes!" Xia Qian really didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he rushed forward with him.

Master Ten Thousand Swords took advantage of the situation and took his arm and felt his pulse. He suddenly looked at him and said, "You!"

Xia Qian was hit by his stunned gaze and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Master Ten Thousand Swords' grim expression subsided, and he gradually bent his eyebrows. He smiled lightly, "Your skin is quite smooth." As he spoke, his fingers rubbed twice on his wrist.

Xia Qian got goosebumps, smiled awkwardly and decided not to bother with him anymore.

Master Ten Thousand Swords' gaze unintentionally turned to his hand. He grabbed his hand and looked at it carefully.

"What's the matter?" Xia Qian asked with a frown.

Master Wanjian: "Your fingers are quite long. ”

Xia Qian didn't see his serious eyes, just when he was still joking boringly. He replied perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, yes." ”

Master Wanjian was dragged forward by him, and the two of them hurried.

Master Wanjian asked again: "Everyone else is cultivating, how can you still have time to wander outside." ”

Xia Qian replied: "If I hadn't been hanging out outside, would you have been able to meet me, a kind person?"

Master Wanjian chuckled: "Yes, for your sake, how about I teach you a trick." He stopped abruptly and faced him. Under the white eyebrows, the shadowy eyes showed a bit of light.

Xia Qian didn't care, not to mention that this old man was just a library janitor, just this demented appearance, people really couldn't believe what skills he could teach him.

Master Wanjian said, "You don't believe it, you stretch out your hand." ”

Xia Qian moved his hand to him in disbelief. Master Ten Thousand Swords stretched out a finger and only lightly touched the back of his hand, but the touch was like a pinprick at the touch, and the fine pain instantly penetrated from the epidermis into the bone blood. The meridian muscles everywhere I went were all paralyzed, but the pain was not offset.

"Ahh He shoved his hands into the water, trying in vain to suppress them with coldness, but to no avail.

"I'm kind enough to send you, how can you take revenge. Xia Qian said angrily.

Master Ten Thousand Swords beckoned to him, slapped the back of his hand again, and the pain disappeared in an instant.

"Well, whether you want to learn or not. ”

Xia Qian touched the skin with a complaint, remembering that Xia Lin had reminded him of his cultivation three or four times, although he did not pursue the position of a strong man, it would be harmless to learn a few tricks to defend himself.

He said: "Since you strongly demand, I can't refute your face." ”

Master Wanjian snorted lightly and talked to him as he walked.

"The essence of this trick is to concentrate the spiritual power in the fingers, and then sharpen the spiritual power into a needle shape and pierce it into the skin. Atrophy the meridian muscles and stop the other person's movements. ”

Xia Qian didn't know how to feel it, if it was so late just now, then his right hand would still be usable. He instinctively shook his right hand. "That doesn't sound like that hard. “

Master Wanjian snorted coldly: "Isn't it difficult? This trick is not something that anyone can learn." You must know that the nature of spiritual power in each person's body is different. ”

Xia Qian tilted his head: "Nature?"

Master Ten Thousand Swords looked at him with a little disgust: "You don't even know the nature of spiritual power?"

Xia Qian was unconvinced: "I only enrolled today." ”

Master Wanjian raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

Xia Qian was embarrassed: "You gave me the school at noon." ”

"Oh. ”

Master Wanjian continued: "The so-called nature of spiritual power is generally known as the softness and hardness of spiritual power. Hard spiritual power is explosive but difficult to control, so generally monks with hard spiritual power will choose to cultivate swords and win with strong sword power and sword energy. The flexible spiritual power is slightly weaker but easy to control, so this type of monk is suitable for cultivating formations, because the words on the formation require precise control of spiritual power to write in order to achieve the effect. And this trick I taught you can only be used by monks with hard spiritual power to exert its power. Guess why. He looked at him expectantly.

Xia Qian's eyes rolled and he smiled: "The difference between needle and thread." ”

Master Wanjian slapped Xia Qian's shoulder with a smile: "I can't see it, you're quite smart." ”

Xia Qian couldn't stand his sudden oiliness, and he couldn't control his temper more and more.

"Indeed, even if the flexible spiritual power is sharpened into a needle, it will not hurt or itch when it pierces the skin. However, once the hard spiritual power pierces into the body of another person, it will cause a burning sensation and make people feel painful. ”

Xia Qian smiled and squinted and nodded. "And then. ”

Master Wanjian also squinted at him and smiled. "No, I don't. ”

Xia Qian's face hung up: "That's it." ”

Master Wanjian walked forward, and his voice floated from the front: "You go back and find a long rope three feet long and half a finger wide, so that the spiritual power can be tied with a hundred knots." ”

"Wait a minute. Xia Qian caught up.

Master Wanjian suddenly turned around and suddenly shouted solemnly: "I told you everything I should have told you, don't think about others feeding you one bite at a time!"

Xia Qian replied expressionlessly: "I just want to say that you are going the other way." ”

Master Wanjian looked up at the stars in the night sky, his long beard was blowing lightly in the breeze, and after a long time, he asked in a tangled way, "Who are you?"

Xia Qian began to suspect that his sometimes dementia was just to hide his embarrassment.

In the early morning of the next day, the dull sound of drums came from far away in the sky, and Xia Qian went to bed late and got up early, and his eyes were open. He looked for a long rope in the middle of the night last night, and finally found a straw rope for bundles of firewood in the small kitchen, and after practicing for a while, he was broken into a piece by spiritual power and landed at the head of the bed.

Xia Yu urged, "Hurry up, you will be punished if you are late." With that, he hurried out the door.

Xia Qian heard his voice and remembered that when he fell asleep last night, he hadn't come back yet. How did he manage to sleep for so many hours and still be refreshed early in the morning.

He staggered out and arrived at the Heavenly Book Pavilion before the last ten drums were over. The whole room watched him yawn and enter. He found an empty seat and lay down, which happened to be Xia Yu's adjacent table, and Yu Guang glanced at it secretly.

Sure enough, this guy is isolated. His side was always empty, and there was no one.

Today happens to be a formation class once a month. Because sword cultivation doesn't have to learn formations, it's just a matter of inviting a teacher from the Heavenly Array Hall next door once a month to teach some fur.

The lecturer in front of the lectern who looked young but whose real age was unknown looked very familiar, wasn't it the hot-tempered Xia Zhen!

Xia Qian forgot that he had another face under his eyes, and was afraid that he would find out, so he lowered his head timidly.

Xia Zhen didn't recognize him, and his casual attitude was only a little gloomy, but his eyes were fierce enough.

Although Master Na Wan Jian said last night that the cultivator has a lot of flexible spiritual power, he really can't make any connection between the words Xia Zhen and Rou.

Xia Zhen: "Speaking of cultivating formations, the industry stipulates that there are forty-nine major formations and eighty-one small formations. But that's not the limit. Almost all the powerhouses in the present world have their own unique formations, some created and some inherited. Of course, you don't have to ask too much for the sword formation, it's just the icing on the cake. What questions are there to ask now. "His lectures were surprisingly funny.

A Yellow Belt disciple raised his hand and asked, "Teacher, who is the best student in the Heavenly Array Hall, and to what extent has he cultivated his formation." After he finished speaking, he exchanged glances with Xia Qiong at the next table, as if he was asking for him.

Xia Zhen crossed his arms in front of his chest, smiled proudly and replied without hesitation: "Of course it's my proud protégé, Xia Lin." ”

Xia Qian heard the name he was very familiar with, and couldn't help but pay more attention.

Xia Zhen said: "Xia Lin is extremely talented, his spiritual power is as soft as water, and his mind is delicate. At the age of eleven, he mastered eighty-one small formations, and at the age of twelve, he was able to open the Five Elements Formation. Now he has mastered half of the forty-nine great arrays, and the spell writing speed is extremely fast. When he becomes the climate in the future, I am afraid that there will be few opponents in this Central Plains. ”

Xia Qian was stunned, he couldn't see that the little brother who had been following him was so powerful.

The Yellow Belt disciple asked again, "Then how does he compare to Xia Qiong, the number one in our Heavenly Book Pavilion?"

Xia Zhen's gaze swept to the only red-belted disciple in the classroom, and said bluntly, "There is still work to be done." ”

Xia Qiong's expression was dark, and she seemed to be depressed. The yellow-belted disciple who asked the question looked strangely restless.

Xia Zhen began to talk about the nature of spiritual power, and it happened that he heard what the Ten Thousand Swords Master said last night, and he knew that he had no intention of listening to it again, and he lay on the table and became confused.

In his sleepiness, he faintly heard a muffled drum, and he saw that the sun was outside for three o'clock. At this time, the class stopped, Xia Yu next to Xia Qian picked up the book on the table and left reluctantly, accompanied by a few others, and left together. The rest continued after the drums were beating.

Xia Qian didn't understand, shaking his head and looking around.

Soon, three quarters of an hour passed. More than a dozen people left the scene with their books in their arms, as if they had made an appointment. Xia Qian became more and more puzzled, three quarters and three quarters, and a group of people would leave every three quarters of an hour. After the fourth drum sounded, there were a lot of people left, and Xia Zhen didn't have a word of reprimand for these disciples who left early from beginning to end, but naturally stopped and waited for them to leave.

Xia Qian sat in his seat, the curiosity in his heart reached its peak, and he wanted to find someone to ask about the situation. Suddenly, he was kicked in the leg of his chair, and he fell off the chair. The puppet said from above: "You should get out!"

Xia Qian fell to the ground, feeling everyone's gaze, the same as when he was in the dining hall yesterday.

That unjustified arrogance and disgust.

The rules of the game here seem to be completely different from the outside!