Sending Uncle Zhang away, Zhang Bairen sat in the study distraughtly, holding a book in his hand and looking at it casually, and he didn't know what he was reading. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

seemed to know that Zhang Bairen was irritable, Zhang Lihua brought a bowl of ginseng soup and put it steaming in front of Zhang Bairen's eyes.

"Why bother Mr. Xiao, there is no hurdle in this world that cannot be passed, as long as the opportunity comes, you can naturally know the truth" Zhang Lihua rubbed Zhang Bairen's head.

Zhang Bairen took a sip of ginseng soup: "That being said, this feeling is really unpleasant!"

As he spoke, Zhang Bairen stood up and held the wooden sword on the side and danced, the sword aura was shocking, and the murderous intent overflowed.

After a long time, he stopped his movements and looked at the sky: "You go to read a book, I'm practicing swordsmanship for a while." ”

Zhang Bairen simply threw down the book in his hand, lay on the rocking chair with his head in his arms, and narrowed his eyes: "It's better to comprehend the sword fetus, since my Zhuxian sword fetus has been practiced to trap the immortal sword fetus, the sword intent has grown rapidly, and the control of the sword qi has reached a mysterious realm." ”

Zhang Bairen suddenly realized that he had been studying Dragon Ball for a while now, but he forgot that the congenital god fetus was the foundation of his family.

The mind is immersed in the sword fetus, constantly analyzing and absorbing the mystery in the sword fetus. The sky was getting dark, Zhang Lihua put down the book in her hand, lit the candle, looked at Zhang Bairen who was breathing, and smiled lightly.

When Zhang Bairen opened his eyes again, it was already the middle of the moon, and Zhang Lihua was lying on the bed and asleep.

Zhang Bairen moved his wrist and looked at the bright moon outside the window: "Refining swords into silk does have this kind of skill, but what is refined is not a real iron sword, but the sword qi and sword fetus in the body." ”

If the previous sword qi was scattered and messy, these messes were sorted out and kneaded into hemp rope through special means, so that the mess had incredible power.

Hemp batch and hemp rope are qualitative differences, which can improve the quality of their own sword tires, and they can master the sword qi more easily.

If he can really cultivate into a sword refining silk, Zhang Bairen can abandon the long sword in his hand from now on, and everything in the world can be a sword!

Even the legendary Edgeworth can be tried, but it's not as suspenseful.

The sword is better said to be a flying sword, but it is just a sword control technique, and it is not as powerful as Dacheng's sword qi.

"Refining the sword into silk" Zhang Bairen was interested at this time, and he simply didn't sleep, pinched the trick and began to hammer the sword tire, smoothing out his own sword qi.

"Flood"

"Flood"

"Flood"

A sound of footsteps woke Zhang Bairen up, and when he opened his eyes again, the sky was already shining, and a red morning glow appeared in the east.

Zhang Lihua tiptoed around the room, but still woke up Zhang Bairen.

"Mr. Xiao woke up! I didn't expect to practice all night!" Zhang Lihua showed concern.

"I realized it last night, and I just tried it" Zhang Bairen stood up and moved his hands and feet: "You can't go on like this, if you can't enter the Tao, you and I will one day be separated by yin and yang." ”

Zhang Lihua's face was stunned when she heard this, and she said after a while: "In fact, the length of a person's life is not of much significance, the key is to see what he has experienced." ”

Zhang Bairen smiled: "You can see it thoroughly, but it's always good to live for a while." ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Bairen took the wet towel handed over by Zhang Lihua and wiped his face: "You are right, there is no difference between living for one year and living for a hundred years, the key is to see who lives more excitingly." There are people who live for a hundred years, doing the same thing day after day, year after year. And some people live for a year, but experience the greatest wonder in the world, isn't it more meaningful that every year is more meaningful than a hundred years? But don't forget, you don't just live for yourself, but also for your loved ones. ”

"Little sir, I'm ......" Zhang Lihua's eyes turned red.

Zhang Bairen wrung out the towel and hung it aside: "Let's go, don't say it!"

Pushing open the door and walking out of the house, Zhang's mother and Zhang Lihua prepared breakfast, and Zhang Bairen danced with wooden swords in the courtyard and practiced his own swordsmanship.

The east became completely red, and Zhang's mother shouted: "It's time to eat!"

The meal was very rich, and Zhang's mother seemed to have forgotten what happened yesterday, and talked to Zhang Lihua about some parents' shortcomings with a relaxed face.

"I'm done!" Zhang Bairen put down the dishes and chopsticks, got up and walked out of the house, wrapped in bear skins and came to the village to drive the sheep towards the mountains.

For that Taoist priest, Zhang Bairen didn't have the heart to pay attention, now that he has comprehended the sword refining into silk, where can he have time to talk nonsense with this old guy.

Mother and herself said this, there must be their own reasoning, why should they explore, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, and the truth of the matter will always have a daylight.

Zhang Bairen carried a sword bag on his back and wrapped in a bear skin, strolling in the cold north wind.

"I said, boy, didn't we say yesterday that we were going to pass on your classics, why did you come here?"

The other party has cultivated into a yang god, and he has traveled all over the three mountains and five mountains in one day, and near this small village, thousands of cattle and sheep can see themselves as long as they are not blind.

Zhang Bairen didn't bother to pay attention to the words of the Taoist, he just sat there with his eyes closed, comprehending the power of the sword fetus, and constantly condensing the sword qi according to special techniques.

It is very difficult to refine the sword into silk, so difficult that even with Zhang Bairen's control of the sword qi, it will take a day to condense a trace of sword silk.

The innate sword qi is inherently special, with mysterious attributes in it, and it is really difficult to integrate special skills.

With the refining of the sword into silk, the sword fetuses cultivated by Zhang Bairen began to shrink and shrink, but the quality of the sword qi was higher and went to the next level.

"If this wisp of sword qi can slash into the body of the pseudo-yang god powerhouse, I don't know if it can make his soul fly away" Zhang Bairen glanced at the old Taoist priest who was reciting the Taoist scriptures by himself without a trace out of the corner of his eyes, and kept guessing in his heart that it was somewhat feasible.

Not bad

In Zhang Bairen's eyes, these guys are all pseudo-yang gods, and they are not many miles away from the supreme Dao Yang God who is truly clear and sees through the void.

How difficult it is to really want to see clearly!

Everything in the world is made of energy, and if you want to see through the essence, you must have great wisdom!

"I said kid, didn't you listen!" Seeing Zhang Bairen sitting in a daze on the south side of the mound, the Taoist couldn't help but scold.

"What?" Zhang Bairen subconsciously responded.

"Vertical, the wrong man" Taoist almost vomited blood, he is also a great master of the Yang God, can you give some face? How many people in this world ask for advice and ignore themselves, but this kid doesn't look at himself in his eyes.

"Play the piano to the cow," the old Taoist priest said sullenly, and only turned to leave after a long time.

Looking at the back of the old Taoist priest in the distance, Zhang Bairen stroked his chin: "Refining the sword into silk is really difficult, there is no shortcut, only continuous practice, practice makes perfect." ”

Luoyang

Yong'an Palace

Empress Xiao looked at the letter in her hand, slowly put the letter down, and was silent for a long time.

After a while, I heard Empress Xiao say: "Your Majesty is going to move around and return to Luoyang." ”

Speaking of this, he looked at the Xiao family brothers in front of him: "The Zhenlong nail is lost, what you saw with your own eyes is it or not?"

"Niangniang, this matter is definitely not bad, the Zhenlong nail is really lost! At that time, the camp searched several times but did not find it" Xiaohu smiled bitterly.

"Then why did Qin Cha actually see the Zhenlong Nail?" Empress Xiao pondered.

"Niangniang, at that time, it was clear that someone broke into the big tent and castrated Chen Man, how could he leave the Zhenlong nail at the scene, God knows where the Zhenlong nail that Qin Cha saw came from, there must be something strange in it! Your Majesty wronged Mr. Xiao! And Qincha went too far, deliberately humiliated Mr. Xiao, it is strange that Mr. Xiao's temper can stand it, Niangniang, you don't know, the more capable people are, the bigger their temper!" Snapdragon touched his chin.

A murderous intent flashed in Empress Xiao's eyes: "It's really hateful, and you dare to mess with the big things of the canal, isn't it boring?"

"You send someone to bring some gifts and go to the north to visit the little gentleman in the palace," Empress Xiao said.

Snapdragon smiled bitterly, the bitter cold place in northern Xinjiang, that fool is willing to go?

"Mr. Xiao must be annoyed, and he can't get any benefits if he goes, so let's not go...... Go, go, Xiaguan will go and prepare" Facing Queen Xiao's knife-like gaze, Snapdragon swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.