Bathing, changing.

Incense, tea brewing.

Step barefoot on the cool floor in front of the bookcase.

Chen Fusheng secretly recited: "Red sleeves add fragrance to read at night." ”

Without red sleeves, it feels better.

When the fragrance of tea lingered and blended with the fresh incense, Chen Fusheng only felt that the three of them had reached a kind of fullness.

Slowly open the book on the bookcase, which doesn't look big, but gives people an inexplicable sense of thickness.

Still nothing happens.

If it weren't for the faint sense of the soul in it, anyone would think that this was just a hand-copied book that looked more delicate at best.

Fortunately, Chen Fusheng has other means.

It's inconvenient to use it in Vientiane Pavilion, but this time there are no scruples.

Chen Fusheng once again reluctantly used the Spirit Eye Technique, also known as the Hope Qi Technique, which was to intuitively manifest the cultivator's perception of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.

This time, there was finally something.

In Chen Fusheng's eyes, the six-pointed star and signature on the cover of the original ordinary book released light, which was very shallow, but it did exist.

"Sure enough," a smile curled up at the corner of Chen Fusheng's mouth, "This book is indeed a magic weapon." ”

Next, it's time for the experiment.

Chen Fusheng's eyes continued to maintain the Qi Gaze technique, and his left hand began to pinch his fingers, trying to use the energy flow he saw in front of him to reverse the connection between the two structures through unskilled calculations.

The internal force of Qingcheng in the whole body has flowed between the two fingers of the index of the right hand.

It seemed to be slow and fast, and with a slight click of the sword finger, he just grabbed the fleeting moment, and pointed at a very mysterious position between the six-pointed star and the signature.

Then a body of internal force vented wildly.

Chen Fusheng's ears seemed to be able to hear the sound of lines crackling and breaking, which meant that the formation prohibition inside this magic weapon had been washed all the way by his own internal force, and he didn't need to look at the qi technique, he could feel the light released on the leather book by itself.

Then Chen Fusheng felt that the output speed of the internal force accelerated, as if he was about to completely absorb the internal force at once, and his two fingers were tightly sucked on it, unable to move.

"No, it can't go on like this!"

Chen Fusheng quickly realized this, barely mobilized less than thirty percent of the internal force in his body, and instilled it all along his fingertips at once.

A surge, a shock. Chen Fusheng's palm finally detached from the book.

After a burst of prostration, Chen Fusheng was sweating profusely, slumped to the ground, his whole body was sore, and he didn't even have the strength to get up, and the dantian was already empty.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Fusheng reluctantly put on a posture of five hearts to the sky, closed his eyes, submerged his mind, and carried Zhou Tianlai.

In the middle of the moon, the silver glow was like water, shining on Chen Fusheng along the window.

After barely running for three small weeks, Chen Fusheng felt that the dantian had finally recovered two or three percent, so he got up and sat up with his soaked clothes.

I carried a bucket of water from the yard and poured it head-on, and my whole body was cool, and I suddenly sobered up.

After changing into a clean mid-laner, Chen Fusheng sat down again.

"It's been going well lately, and if you're careless, you're almost in big trouble, so you can't be reckless this time. Chen Fusheng secretly warned himself that he had already thought about the reason clearly while he withdrew his internal force.

Although the martial arts of the Qingcheng faction were already extremely exquisite, they did not depart from the category of secular martial arts after all, and they were much worse than the Great Freedom Heavenly Son Method of his sensing realm in terms of quality and total amount.

On weekdays, it is okay to use this small spell like the Qi Hope Technique, but this time it is too difficult.

It seems that he will use that hand in the end, Chen Fusheng touched the green bamboo sword placed on the table.

This time, Chen Fusheng's movements were extremely gentle, and his divine sense penetrated into the green bamboo sword, relying on that trace of connection, he mobilized the cultivation sealed in the puppet, and used the physical body as a bridge, continuously moving the cultivation on the other side and casting it on the book.

This time it is obviously much more effective than the last Qingcheng internal force, and Guanghua can even be described as strong.

"Sure enough, the magic weapon still has to be refined with real mana. Chen Fusheng relaxed slightly, "It's also because this magic weapon doesn't have its owner, so it's easy to get started." ”

With the continuous injection of cultivation, the inner pages of the book, which had been silent and unresponsive, began to emit a brilliance of different colors, and the words and symbols on it seemed to come to life, turning into tadpoles moving back and forth.

Chen Fusheng knew that the reaction on each page represented a further increase in his control of this magic weapon, and after the entire book was soaked in his mana, this magic weapon would be truly refined.

And Chen Fusheng seems to have touched some seemingly non-existent veins.

Different from the five elements of yin and yang in Taoism, the nine palace gossip.

This magic weapon seems to be completely based on four different kinds of vitality, among which the vitality and the power of the five elements are somewhat similar and completely different, Chen Fusheng wants to explore carefully, as if separated by a layer of fog, there is always a feeling of plausibility.

"Is it really because the Heaven and Earth are different?" Chen Fusheng thought to himself.

And by this time, the book had come to an end.

Hundreds of pages of books, without exception, have been wandered through the true qi cultivated by Chen Fusheng's Great Freedom Heavenly Son Method, and it can be seen that since the death of the master, no one has come to maintain this magic weapon, and it is not so resistant to the different true qi, or there is no power to resist.

Finally, this magic weapon seemed to have a feeling of "full", Chen Fusheng withdrew his fingers and quietly looked at the magic weapon that had really fallen into his hand.

The book floats into the air on its own, and then, it shines brightly.

It was a short time, and it fell back to the table again.

"It's good that it's indoors, otherwise I'd have provoked others. Chen Fusheng felt that his luck was not bad, and reached out to touch the book that had been restored to its original state again.

Just when Chen Fusheng's fingers touched the cover, suddenly, a black shadow quickly burst out of the book along his fingers and plunged into Chen Fusheng's sea of knowledge.

"Take away!" Chen Fusheng's face was cold, and this term with countless records appeared in his consciousness.

Snatching, as the name suggests, is to snatch other people's houses for your own use.

On the path of cultivation, there are always some people whose physical bodies are destroyed because of the lack of longevity or the injuries caused by the fighting, and they can no longer carry the cultivators to continue their cultivation.

The method of giving up came into being.

Although this world has been personally verified by powerful people, there is indeed a matter of reincarnation. There are also some seniors who have chosen to be reincarnated and start over.

But there is still a mystery in this world, and when every soul is reincarnated, it will be cleansed by the power of the true spirit between heaven and earth.

Although the predecessors were able to preserve some instincts and act to some extent, and they also had a sense of where they would go after their reincarnation, and they could lay down some follow-ups, there were still countless cultivators who could never return to the path of cultivation.