Wenshui City is located at the border of the border of Daliang Country, and it takes three or four days to travel from the Nineteen Ghost Mouth, Chen Anzhi explained to Fang Xiaoshang at the inn the danger of going next.

Fang Xiaoshang lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, but finally raised his head and smiled at him, "Nine deaths?"

Chen Anzhi sighed, "I hope it can be like this, so that I can still see a trace of life." ”

After finishing speaking, Fang Xiaoshang didn't answer for a long time, Chen Anzhi raised his arm and took a sip of tea, which was given by Wen Chaxin, saying that it was as an apprenticeship for Xiao Chasheng, tea is good tea, but the man who is used to drinking wine really doesn't like it very much.

Fang Xiaoshang was silent for a while, then suddenly glanced at Chen Anzhi, then at his strange outfit, and suddenly asked, "I don't seem to have seen you pull out the knife on your waist." ”

The boy paused slightly, then added, "And the sword." ”

Chen Anzhi was about to stand up and stopped, sat down again, and pinched his eyebrows, "What should I say?" ”

"Because I didn't meet anyone who could pull me out. "Except for the demon called Hengyou. He didn't say the second half of the sentence, but recited it silently in his heart.

Fang Xiaoshang was stunned for a moment, and then chuckled: "Chen Anzhi, you are a very powerful person, right?" ”

Chen Anzhi smiled at him, "Probably yes." ”

Fang Xiaoshang asked again, "Then why did you drag me along before?"

Chen Anzhi coughed lightly, "Because there is no money." ”

When it is approaching dusk, the sunset like salted egg yolk is slightly drunk, the warm yellow light flows in the wind, the sound of horses' hooves is broken, and the wind slowly drives out of the Wenshui City Gate.

Fang Xiaoshang actually thought about it a lot, he guessed that Chen Anzhi was a very powerful character and hid a lot of secrets, these secrets were like the second half of the book, the ending was unguessable, but it led him to want to continue reading, even if it was the end of a tragedy, he also wanted to take a look.

In the long years to come, when Fang Xiaoshang was alone, he would often ask himself, if in another ten years, would he be curious to wade into this troubled water, the answer was no, even if it was just another year, he would not.

But he never regretted it, and it was precisely because of his youth and frivolity that he was fortunate to see a wider world, not just a nerd who buried himself in the books of sages.

Chen Anzhi admired Fang Xiaoshang in his heart, so he would solemnly explain to the scholar boy how dangerous this trip was, listen to his thoughts, and not leave directly, so he was willing to talk more to Fang Xiaoshang, just like talking to that white-clothed young man thousands of years ago.

As for the lack of money, of course, it was just a joke that the Great Sword Immortal thought he had.

Later, Chen An sat alone in the city for an unknown length of time to drink, recalling this time, he would always unconsciously show a smile.

It's always boring when I'm in a hurry, Chen Anzhi suddenly had a whim, patted Fang Xiaoshang on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Fang Xiaoshang, when you helped me sit in the sword array, you also indirectly saved me, I'll teach you a trick of luck, do you want to learn it?"

The young man who was holding the book and reading it carefully raised his head slightly, glanced at Chen Anzhi, and teased: "Compared to this, I still want to read the second half of the book." ”

After these days of getting along, Fang Xiaoshang became more and more shocked by Chen Anzhi's mystery, and at the same time, he was also more familiar with his temper, and he was no longer so polite when he spoke, especially when he knew that there was no second half of the book at all, and he was a white wolf with empty gloves, and then looked at Chen Anzhi's eyes, he always felt that this white-clothed swordsman was a little underwhelmed.

Chen Anzhi was stunned and said with a sneer: "The person who wrote this book is very familiar with me, and I will urge him when I go back." ”

Fang Xiaoshang lifted a page of the book, "Please take it, I still like your unruly appearance at the beginning." ”

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It was not until this moment that Chen Anzhi deeply understood the meaning of the red robe's words, he had lived for so many years, and he was still like a child, even if he experienced more rights and wrongs.

Thinking about it in this way, Chen Anzhi was a little depressed, no matter how he said it, he could not think of how to refute it for a while, no matter how he said it, he couldn't remember how to refute it? It seems that these scholars like to read are still somewhat useful, at least they can not fall behind in words, and it can be regarded as a victory at the spiritual level.

Fang Xiaoshang put down the book and asked curiously, "As a sword cultivator, are you still proficient in the Confucian way?"

Hundreds of schools of thought in three states and five places contend, it seems that the three religions are at their peak, but in fact, there are hundreds of schools of thought, swords, guns, and sticks have their own merits, and they seem to belong to the same category, but in fact, the difference is thousands of miles.

Therefore, generally speaking, there are very few monks who flow down, so Fang Xiaoshang does not believe that Chen Anzhi can teach him the art of luck.

Chen Anzhi seemed to see through the young man's thoughts, and said seriously: "This luck technique is something I saw in ancient books by chance, and I think it is very mysterious, and the person who can write this spell must be a powerful person, so I carefully remember it in my heart, and it is not a child's play." ”

Seeing Chen Anzhi's solemn appearance, Fang Xiaoshang's expression gradually became serious, his body sat straight, and even his breathing became gentle.

"Listen up. Chen Anzhi took a deep breath and said slowly: "Once the monk is happy and turns into six spirits, the heart door is open, the aura is steaming, and the aura of the trick is drawn to run around the body, this technique should be turned to the heart, the heart is the head, gather the heart and concentrate, people are all transformed by heaven and earth, the heart and the aura of heaven and earth correspond to it, and then lead the aura to bless the feet and arms, so that the aura is hidden in the heaven and earth and is not visible, hidden in the breeze, drizzle, and everything in the world, so as to attack the silence and not be noticed, it is very simple to say. ”

It sounds like this, it is indeed not difficult, the aura in the monk's body has its own law of walking, and it is not difficult to pull the aura and walk, but how fragile the heart is, the requirements for pulling the aura to condense in the heart are too harsh, the aura is urgent, it is easy to attack the heart with blood, and the aura is slow, then the heart door meridians are blocked, and the water becomes an abyss leading to the collapse of the meridians.

Fang Xiaoshang carefully memorized every word Chen Anzhi said, although it sounded a little confused, and he was half-convinced, he naturally understood the thrill, so he didn't dare to try it easily.

Chen Anzhi said: "It's good to keep it in mind, this luck technique is exquisite, but it is really a bit risky, so you just need to remember it now." ”

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On the cliffs on both sides of the confluence of the Langxi River into the North Yellow River.

Xue Changyi knocked the cigarette stick on the ground, twisted the tobacco ashes with the soles of his feet, and by the still bright moonlight above his head, the old man took out the book from his arms, put it away again without looking at it, and stood up.

On the cliff on the opposite bank, the old man in the official robe did not look very good, his left arm was wrapped in gauze, his waist was straight, and he was still standing like a pine and cypress on the top of the mountain.

Xue Changyi suddenly spat on the ground, and shouted at the other side: "I said old guy, we are both injured like this, can you get in? ”

Xiao Jingsi's eyes were cloudy, and his mood was obviously not calm, he opened his mouth, as if he remembered something, he took out a letter from his arms, and threw it away, the light paper was like a frightening gap in the air, and fell in front of Xue Changyi through the mountain wind.