Tonight is destined to be a night that makes Du Zixiu's nerves tense.

Because tonight, his father, Duke Du, who had been cultivating for twenty years, was going to give all of his lotus breath internal power to the young black knife master.

This night's Lotus Breath Villa seemed to be peaceful, but Du Zixiu had already ordered it to go down, in addition to the guest Qing on the bright side of the Lotus Breath Villa and the guards, even the dead soldiers of the Lotus Villa who had been hiding in the shadows were sent out, guarding the entire Villa to the death, not even a bird or a fly was allowed to approach his father's courtyard.

And Du Zixiu was sitting in the courtyard at this time, personally guarding this last portal for his father and that Ye Immortal.

At this time, Du Zixiu, who was not well-known in the rivers and lakes, and no one even knew about it, was sitting in the courtyard, his face was serious, and his heartstrings were tense.

This young master of the Du family, who has a low reputation in the rivers and lakes, but has actually perfected his internal skills, has been practicing since he was six years old, and has been practicing for seventeen years.

In all these seventeen years, there had never been a moment when he was so nervous as he was now.

Du Zixiu has never shown his skills in the rivers and lakes, and even half of the people in the Lotus Breath Villa are not sure whether the young owner of his family really knows martial arts.

Except for his father, only Ye Xian, who had a lot of eccentricities on his body, knew that the boy was a little grandmaster who had raised Jiao.

It's just that today's Du Zixiu can no longer care about hiding or not hiding clumsy, and his internal force cultivation, which is exactly the same as his father's lotus breath internal force, shrouded the entire courtyard at this time.

Lotus breath lotus breath, endless.

The strength of the internal force of the lotus breath lies in the fact that its breath is long, endless, and the lotus root is broken.

Only those who cultivate the internal force of the lotus breath can do it so continuously, and they can maintain this state until dawn.

About the fourth watch, before the fifth watch, before the daylight, Du Zixiu was waiting to defend the house slowly pushed away.

As soon as Du Zixiu heard the sound of pushing the door, he dispersed the internal force that enveloped the courtyard, and rushed to the tired old man's side with an arrow, carefully holding the old man's left arm.

The old man who had lost the internal strength of Liansheng really looked a little old at this time, which was somewhat consistent with his age in the sixtieth year.

This night may be an ordinary night for others, but for the old man, it is twenty years.

After this night, the old man Du Gongfu really lost all the cultivation in his life, and completely fell to the bottom from the thirty great masters of the rivers and lakes.

It's even difficult for an ordinary five-rank martial artist to put it away.

"Dad, be careful. ”

Du Zixiu reminded in a whisper.

The old man smiled and nodded.

"I'm not old. ”

"Almost. ”

The old man was not annoyed, but continued to smile.

It's just that for some reason, the old man who has lost his cultivation, and the young man who has been walking on thin ice all night for the old man, have no sadness on their faces, but more of a kind of relief and relief.

Ye Xian, who was still sitting on the futon in the room, closed his eyes tightly, carefully recalling what the old man had just said:

"From now on, I have no debts and a light body. ”

The father and son felt particularly comfortable because they had exchanged the debts they owed in their early years.

Ye Xian slowly opened his eyes:

"After seeing the Du family's father and son, I realized that it turned out that only masters on this river and lake may not be interesting people. ”

Ye Xian looked at the backs of the old and the young.

"Because of the meaning, the rivers and lakes will be interesting. ”

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Ye Xian has been in a good mood recently, not just because of the lotus breath internal power of Dugong Fu's twenty years of penance.

Although it has not yet been digested, it has also formed a certain suppression of the dead qi in his body.

The vigorous vitality contained in the internal force of the lotus breath has a good effect on suppressing the dead qi in his body, and at the same time, the internal force behind Du Gongfu also allowed him to climb from the seventh rank to the tenth rank martial artist in one fell swoop when he absorbed two percent.

But the most important thing is that he likes the place of Lotus Breath Villa very much, and he likes the Du family father and son who look a little stupid.

In the past, Ye Xian had only been to three places, Ping'an County, Liaodong, where his master's house was located, Wanhua Xiaozhu, where his little master was located thirty miles outside Youzhou City, and the purple bamboo forest that he was going to next to be located on the top of Huashan Mountain, where there was the largest master of his own sect, and no one in the sect was not afraid.

Ye Xian held the black knife in his hand, and at this time, as a ten-rank martial artist, he had a different feeling for the first time.

There is a saying in the rivers and lakes that there is a world of difference between a first-grade martial artist and a ten-grade martial artist, but there is not much difference between the fifth grade and the tenth grade.

Ye Xian also thought so before, he always thought that only the big and small grandmasters who had raised Jiao above the top ten grades could be regarded as real masters.

But it wasn't until he reached this realm today, and when he mentioned the black knife again, which was very good in both material and meaning, that he felt a little different.

Because for the first time in his life, a layer of swords appeared on his blade.

Although this sword made of internal force is not large, only more than an inch long, but there is a world of difference between having it and not having it.

There is only one hard condition for judging whether a person is a ten-rank martial artist, and that is to let his gang become mang.

Under the ten grades, even the nine-rank martial artists who are infinitely close to the ten grades can't do this.

Whether it is boxing, swordsmanship, knife or marksmanship, the martial artists under the ten grades can only be called Gangqi, and the talents of the ten martial artists are worthy of being called Mang.

This is the case with both fists and swords, and it is not an actual anger that can hurt people.

Fist Gang and Jian Gang hit people as if they were hammered, hitting people is only force, and the way to hurt people is also from the inside out, hitting the force in the person's body, so as to hurt people.

But when Gang becomes Mang, it's different.

Mangs can really hurt people.

Take Ye Xian's black knife as an example.

When he was seven grades before, he could also use a knife to carry the momentum of wind and thunder, and hurt people with a cold knife, but it could only be internal injuries.

But with a sword, it's different, and the knife is no different from the blade, even more powerful than the blade.

The sword can break through a person's armor, but the sword gang can't do it.

For Takeo, whether it is a real object or an invisible qi that touches the other person's body are two concepts that distinguish life and death.

Just like when Gao Zhenhui fought against the Sancai Sword Huang Zhang, it was his own real fist that hit the opponent's body or his own boxing style from afar, a small difference, a judgment from a high level, and a judgment of life and death.

At this time, Ye Xian finally had the strength to hurt people with an inch.

How could he be unhappy.

Even if he was still the weakest black knife master ever.

But it's worth it for him to be happy for a few days.