After dawn, Zhou An stood up. began to practice swords in the courtyard, first the most basic sword moves. Finally, he began to play the Zhou inheritance boxing method, White Tiger Boxing.

Butterfly Dance walked into the courtyard, dressed in colorful clothes. He has a slender body, and is seven feet five like Zhou An.

After Zhou An found out, he moved a little to the side. Make room for this concubine who suddenly appeared.

Butterfly Dance ignored Zhou An and began to practice dance. The body is within a zhang, constantly tossing and turning. Once in Tianxianglou, a butterfly dance that became famous.

In just half an hour, it attracted the attention of more than a dozen family members and guards. There were even three maids, looking at them with obsessive expressions.

As for Zhou An next to him, although he is very good at boxing. Under the backdrop of the butterfly dance next to it, it was a little stiff.

"What are you doing, what you should be patrolling, what you should be cleaning, what you should be wiping. Are you all done, still watching here. Zhou Fu said solemnly

It was only after several times that the servants dispersed. With a feeling of unfinished feelings, Zhou An pinched his chin a few times with his thumb and index finger.

Zhou Fu, who was dressed in gray, looked at Zhou An as if he was hiding from a fierce beast. Five feet away from the butterfly dance, Zhou Fu frowned a little.

Without saying anything, he walked towards the west wing. I heard that the two ladies encountered a rat demon last night. A few pieces of furniture were broken, as Zhou An's only concubine.

Although the matter is small, but this Houfu power. Only he can ask, and the others are either too high or too low.

Recently he has been in crisis, just like ten years ago. Mrs. Hou has always disliked him, in competition with another companion who grew up with him.

He was defeated and lost his position as the chief steward of Xirong Houfu. was assigned to the empty mansion of Yangcheng, far away from the glory and wealth.

Unexpectedly, Hou Ye was trapped five years ago, and the third son saved his father two years ago. When the Hou Ye returned to China, the third son returned.

For him, it was an opportunity and a crisis. It's like a new elder, who doesn't think much of him. is his biggest crisis, and there are two Houfu who can help him stabilize his position.

One is Zhou Yan, who is obsessed with martial arts, and the other is Zhou An, who doesn't care about anything. As a candidate for the elders of the Zhou clan, the possibility of offending an elder is too low.

So there was only one way left, as long as Zhou An didn't nod. He, an orphan, would not have been transferred to the ancestral tomb of the Zhou clan to guard the tomb.

Seeing Qingmeng Zhou Fu squeezed out a smiling face, he began to inspect the damaged things. A table, a wardrobe.

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At noon, Zhou An began to sit on the ground and meditate. Exercise the power of sword intent and divine consciousness to enter the realm of emptiness.

Sword intent is a combination of soul power and mana, compared to the sword intent produced by combining with martial arts true qi. There is a slight gap between the two, and Zhou An must understand the difference.

In Zhou An's understanding, the power of divine consciousness is the use of soul power. It can be probed, and even attacked.

Butterfly Dance sits in the shade with a teapot next to her. From time to time, he looked at Zhou An, who was practicing under the scorching sun, with a look of admiration.

Two small transparent swords appeared beside Zhou An, and on the left was a sword intent combined with mana. The small white sword on the right is a sword intent combined with true qi, and Zhou An carefully controls the two.

The left hand controls the mana sword intent, and the right hand controls the true qi sword intent.

Two small swords flew at great speed in Zhou An's chest. Attacking each other, the dream of seeing is dizzy.

Zhou An closed his eyes and only observed with the power of his divine sense.

True Qi Sword Intent is good at attacking, and Mana Sword Intent is good at speed. As a sword cultivator, speed first, attack second, defense third.

Zhou An opened his eyes and smiled bitterly, one missed, and the other couldn't break the defense. It's a real headache, when trying to combine true qi and mana with the soul. Zhou An was counterattacked, and the true qi in his body turned into a fire dragon.

The mana was like a stream in the dantian, and the fire dragon plunged into it. The two sides couldn't help each other, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of Zhou An's mouth.

After several attempts, Zhou An discovered the problem. Mana comes from the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, so the mana sword intent is not suppressed by the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi. Like fish and water, true qi is the essence of the human body, and it is a foreign object to the vital energy.

The sword is out in the vitality of heaven and earth, and the true qi sword intent is to draw the knife to cut off the water and make the water flow. It's hindered, so its attack power is huge.

The mana sword is like a fish thrown into the water, after figuring it out. Zhou An didn't think of a solution, so he had to temper his martial arts fist intent.

His own defense comes from the martial arts spirit body and sword intent protection. In the martial arts conference, it was only a little worse than having a strange bloodline and a seventh-order spirit body.

An hour later, Zhou An felt a little irritable. Knowing that his fist intent was difficult to grow, he had to end his cultivation.

As soon as I opened my eyes, a teacup appeared in front of me. Zhou An stretched out his hand to take it, and Qingmeng stood beside him.

A gust of hot wind blew, and Zhou An smelled a fragrance. He glanced at Qingmeng with a strange expression, and Qingmeng, who was dressed in black and had fine sweat on his forehead, looked very tempting.

In Zhou An's cuffs, a low roar came out. Reaching out his left hand and pointing into the cuff, the roar disappeared.

Standing up and brushing aside Qingmeng, Zhou An walked towards the study.

In the distance, Zhou Fu frowned, and then walked towards the door.

At dusk, Zhou An sat on a chair and watched the basic sword moves.

There are already three books on the table, all of which are the moves practiced by the lowest level of martial artists.

After reading it, Zhou An looked strange, it turned out that the swordsmanship taught by Tang Ji was the basic moves of various countries.

It's still incomplete, and the three most famous moves are still created by the legendary Five Emperors.

Changhong Guanri was created by the Eastern Emperor, and the cause was the wonders of the sea.

The nine days of moonsetting come from Nanban, which was created by Nandi when he admired the moon.

The meteor turned out to be the Western Emperor, and the dream stone looked up at the starry sky. When he woke up, he groped it out, and Tang Ji also said that these three tricks were the best.

Zhou An covered his face and leaned back in his chair. Tang Ji didn't know about the Five Emperors, Zhou An knew.

The three emperors at the pinnacle of martial arts, of course, are powerful. It's just a key point, the three of them are not good at swordsmanship.

With a sigh, Zhou An looked at the concubine who was sitting on both sides with a chair.

What's wrong with these two today, it's very abnormal.

Zhou An's stiffness resulted in the teacup handed by Qingmeng, and the pastry sent by Butterfly Dance. The five spices that have been following him are nowhere to be seen.

So he drove people away as usual, and as soon as he spoke, Zhou Fu appeared with a roll of bamboo slips.

Zhou An took the bamboo slip and found that it was the basic sword move improved by King Xia. Immersed in it, I forgot to chase people.

After watching the sword moves, Zhou An smelled a fragrance. Looking up, a table of delicacies appeared in the study.

Butterfly Dance and Qingmeng, sitting on both sides. Zhou Fu stood at the door, and a feeling of unease enveloped Zhou An.

came to the dining table and sat down, and the anniversary motioned for Zhou Fu to eat together.

On the first watch, Zhou An was personally sent into the bedroom by Zhou Fu. Accompanied by Butterfly Dance and Qingmeng, both of whom were flushed.

In the bedroom, Butterfly Dance and Qingmeng sat on the bed, and Zhou An realized it later, and finally found out that he had been fooled.

Immediately opening the door, Zhou Fu looked at Zhou An with a serious face. Pointing to the night pot next to him, Zhou An closed the door.

On the second watch, Zhou An opened the door. Zhou Fu sat on a chair and looked at Zhou An.

Just as he was about to use the excuse of cultivation to escape, he was choked by Zhou Fu's words.

"Childe is late at night, why don't you rest. Could it be that there is something wrong with the body, why don't I ask the imperial doctor to take a look? The five-spice girl said that the son is too diligent in practicing qi and needs to combine work and rest. ”

"I'll go out for a walk, don't follow me. Zhou An tried to resist

Zhou Fu asked with a shocked face: "Could it be that Gongzi has a problem in his heart, I will go and invite a wizard." ”

Zhou An returned to the bedroom angrily, and Butterfly Dance and Qingmeng's faces were not very good-looking.

On the third watch, Zhou An heard Zhou Fu outside the door get up and leave.

With a smile on his face, he was about to open the door and escape, but he just touched the deadbolt.

A wave of dizziness hit, and after a breath, Zhou An fainted in a daze.

Qingmeng and Diewu carried Zhou An to the bed, Qingmeng untied the sword box and put it on the ground, and Diewu took off Zhou An's shoes.

The two unloaded Zhou An's armor, and finally put down the plain tent on the bed.

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In the house this night, no one slept except Zhou An.

are all waiting, Zhou An's life is free and happy.