Xia Qian followed Xia Yu to a remote firewood house in a jade gate. In the past, the Xia family was prosperous, the family was wealthy, and any firewood room was built like a palace. Xia Qian sighed and followed Xia Yu across the gilded threshold.

When the two of them came to the remote house, the house was full of bundled firewood, like a mountain stacked on top of each other. Xia Yu stepped forward to remove a bundle, pulled out the long rope and stretched it vigorously, the quality was not bad, and threw it to Xia Qian. Xia Qian nodded with satisfaction, and the two of them worked together to disband all the firewood and gather a lot of rough long ropes.

Xia Qian pulled out the last rope and threw the scattered firewood on the pile. Xia Yu waited for him to finish locking the door, but saw that the firewood volcano behind Xia Qian suddenly collapsed, and the thick wooden stick rolled down from behind and smashed straight towards Xia Gan. He immediately pulled Xia Qian out of the door and slammed the door shut.

I could only hear the rumbling sound of the firewood rolling inside smashing on the door, and the firewood was piled up in front of the door because of the momentum.

"I'm going, I'm scared to death. Xia Qian patted his heart comfortingly.

Xia Yu asked, "Rope, did you take it?"

Xia Qian checked the full rope hanging on his arm and nodded.

The two of them went out secretly, afraid to be seen by someone who cares, and went to a quiet valley, there is a small lake in the valley, the water mirror is rippling, and a few old trees on the shore are bent over the old waist but dense with branches and leaves, clustered together to form a shade. This is the most marginal place on Dongcheng Mountain, and although it is still within the Jade Gate, it is rarely frequented.

"If you want to cultivate, you can do it here. Xia Yu familiarly collected a handful of water from the lake and washed the filth on his face.

Xia Qian hung the long rope on the branches, and also went to the lake to wash his dry and dirty hands.

The cool running water glides through the fingers, itching slightly, but often the water contains sand, and it will be faintly painful when rubbing the palms of the hands. He picked up the sand and stone, and it flowed densely in the palm of his hand. He picked up a wisp of water in one hand, and he couldn't help but say to himself, "Hard?"

Xia Yu asked, "Are you talking about the nature of spiritual power?"

Xia Qian shook off the things in his hand and wiped his wet hands on his clothes casually. "Well, I don't really understand what to think of this nature. ”

Xia Yu turned around and picked up a green fallen leaf in his hand, held it in the palm of his hand, and then unfolded it, the surface of the green leaf was as black as if it had been burned by fire, and there were many tiny holes.

"Hard spiritual power is like fire, it is destructive and hot. But everyone's spiritual power hardness is different, so the same operation, this leaf will also have different changes due to the nature of different people's spiritual power. You're going to try it?"

Xia Qian also picked up a green leaf at his feet, held it in the palm of his hand, and exerted ordinary force.

"Ugh. His expression suddenly stranged.

Xia Yu asked, "What's the matter, is it because the spiritual power hasn't come up......?"

"Not really. He interrupted him, slowly parting his palm, and a black cloud of sand rolled down from his palm.

Xia Yu was surprised, and hurriedly broke his two hands, only to see that his palms were pitch black, and there were still black stalks of green leaves.

"What's wrong?" Xia Qian saw his solemn expression, and his heart was quite frightened.

"How much effort did you just use?" Xia Yu asked.

Xia Qian: "It's just a very ordinary shake." ”

Xia Yu's eyes suddenly stabbed at him, he wanted to speak and stopped, his expression was difficult to speak, and he was a little unwilling in his incredulity.

He left without saying anything, Xia Qian scratched his head, not understanding why he was suddenly in a low mood.

He tore off a rope from the branch and cut it into three feet long. Then he sat cross-legged under the tree, gathered spiritual power on his fingers, and began to manipulate it to tie a knot against the end of the long rope in the air.

"Smack"

The long rope was broken, and not only that, but even the broken part was burned black, giving off a pungent smell of burning.

It seems to be a little lighter.

He started again, trying to reduce the output of spiritual power, but he was too cautious, and his spiritual power was too weak, so the rope lay motionless on the ground.

One by one, the ropes were broken, and each time they were scorched or cut. The use of spiritual power is either too strong or too low. After practicing for half an hour, I sweated profusely. In a fit of rage, he kicked the broken rope that had fallen beside him away. Seeing that the lake water was fresh and translucent, he took off his clothes and threw himself into the water to vent his frustration.

The lake was not deep, and the blue in front of him suddenly made him calm down a lot. He sank in the middle of the lake, and the duckweed on the surface of the lake swam past him, burrowing into the mud and converging elsewhere.

He threw himself on all fours, his eyes closed, trying to feel the soothing warmth of the lake.

If the flow of spiritual power is as soft as the water of this lake, and a stream is formed through a small hole, then the rope can be knotted. But if the lake is full of mud and sand, it will block the hole and force it to break through, then it will break through the earth wall and explode the spiritual power.

And now he is in the latter, his whole body seems to be clogged with mud, and his spiritual power can't find an exit, so he can only break in.

How do you get the sediment through the hole?

He swam to the mud channel where the lake flowed, but it was only three fingers thick, so that the flow of the lake water was not so obvious. He watched carefully with his eyes open, and a few grains of sand grazed the corners of his eyes along the water, making him feel uncomfortable. He poked his head out of the water, rubbed his eyelids, and closed his eyes open, just in time to catch the moment when the sand swam through the mud.

Like an initiation, Xia Qian suddenly jumped ashore. With only a pair of wet underwear, he drew his long sword and read the trick to control. When he looked up and saw that the old tree was full of foliage, he intended to prune and prune, so he flew up the branch with his sword and slashed at the branch that was rising to the sun.

Yes, too much sediment in the lake will block the holes, but if you dig some of them away, you can swim through them with the current. He can't control his strength well because he has too much spiritual power under his control, and he forcibly suppresses it, and it takes a lot of effort. So if he consumes some in advance, there is no need to suppress it. Then remember and get used to the state and feeling of using spiritual power in the body when you are tired, so that you can perfectly control the strength even when the spiritual power is sufficient.

The branches and leaves were scattered one after another, and Xia Qian, for the purpose of consuming spiritual power, released his strength at will, and there was no priority to start. Within a quarter of an hour, a hundred-year-old or even thousand-year-old sky tree was under his skillful hands, losing years of cultivation, and it was so bare and ugly that he couldn't bear to look at it directly. Coincidentally, a gust of wind blew, and the last few fallen leaves, which were strong and unyielding, also fell to the ground and turned into mud.

Xia Qian sat on the ground panting, and it took about fifty percent of his strength. He pulled a long rope from the branch, raised his fingers to use his spiritual power, and tried to tie the knot again at one end.

The spark is still exploding, but the rope is not broken. Xia Qian held his breath, he was about to complete the last step, as long as he passed through that mouth, he would ......

"Smack"

At the last moment, the hand shook and broke again.

Xia Qian lay on the ground, thinking that maybe there was still too much strength left. He glanced at the tree opposite. The tree's branches suddenly trembled twice.

It was another vigorous operation, and soon the bottom of the opposite tree was also covered with residual leaves and branches. This time he only cut half, half bald, half bushy, and looked even weirder than the jagged ones here.

At the moment, he only had a part or two of strength left, and he couldn't sit still. And he lay down, moving only his fingers.

One end of the long rope is cocked, and it turns slowly to bypass it. The occasional popping sound is still terrifying. Xia Qian squinted, he concentrated, not worrying about how many cracks appeared. Carefully thread the end of the rope towards that loop......

"Smack"

Xia Qian's right hand fell to the ground and fell asleep. The long rope landed beside him and tied a strong knot......

When he awoke again, it was already night, and the moon was high, and it seemed that it was past the hour. He got dressed and hurried away. Back to the dormitory, Xia Yu hadn't come back yet, he didn't think too much, he fell into bed and continued to sleep.

In the middle of the night, he woke up in a hurry, walked to Dengdong in a hazy way, and suddenly heard a slight sound in the cultivation ground not far away. As soon as the night breeze blew, he sobered up a lot, so he followed the sound to look for it.

Walk through the crack in the door of the training ground and follow the sound to the arrow field. At this time, the noise had stopped, and a figure sat on the platform of the arrow field. Xia Qian approached and sat down beside the man.

"You're hardworking. He said.

"I'm sorry. Xia Yu suddenly apologized. "I didn't mean to ignore you. His voice was tired and self-reproachful, soft as a sheep. He meant to leave the afternoon without saying a word.

Xia Qian propped his hands behind his back, and his feet swayed in front of the wall. He looked at Mingyue and said briskly, "Is there such a thing?" ”

Xia Yu lowered his head: "I actually don't have any confidence in that gamble. The teacher of Yumen has also said more than once that I have no talent, maybe I really shouldn't continue. ”

A few thick clouds drifted in, slowly covering the bright moon. The broken arrows on the archery gradually darkened in the night.

"But you are different, with your talents, as long as you study and cultivate diligently, you will become a strong person in the world that cannot be ignored in the future. I have never met anyone more spiritually powerful than yours. With just a light grip, the leaves can be burned to ashes, which is too strong......" He looked lost and helpless, and hated himself for being incompetent in envy.

Xia Qian snorted lightly: "That's because you have less knowledge, and there are more powerful people in this world." Which of the sect masters who captured the Xia family was not the best. Could it be that they can make it all the way by relying on their talent alone?"

His tone suddenly hardened: "Besides, you said that I am highly talented, what credentials do you have?" Others say that you have no talent, and what evidence can you come up with? They are the same people as you, so why should you choose to listen to them and doubt yourself? ”

Xia Yu was speechless, with a pair of black eyes, staring at him dazzling under the twilight moon. He had never heard such a thing, nor had he ever seen such a person.

Xia Qian stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and pointed to the dining hall to the north. "Have you forgotten what you said in front of the cafeteria? Before you can be recognized, you have to convince yourself. Isn't it?"

Xia Qian's gaze turned to him, and the night wind blew at the right time, raising their hair.

Under the moonlit night, two teenagers. One stood with his head held high, and the other sat dejectedly.

Xia Qian asked: "Gambling, do you still want to continue? I have the capital to win you now." ”

Xia Yu smiled faintly: "Before that, let's be friends first." ”

A few thick clouds were blown away by the wind, and the moonlight revealed again, illuminating the cheeks of the two.

Behind them, the silver arrows scattered all over the ground and the broken ropes on the shore of the lake lay silently in the night wind, listening to the whisper of the night.

(Twenty-eight days until the regroup)