The dawn is dawning.

The glorious morning glow of winter is sprinkled, and the plants in the small garden are gilded with a sparkle that is not cold, and they become brighter and brighter with time.

Outside the golden "well wall" is still a peeping white fog snake, circling and entwining, never leaving.

The big-eyed girl made a new pot of tea for the early visitor, and ran away with small scissors...

Xia Ren was holding a thin booklet with the words "Broken Finger" written on the cover, and this was a skill-based exercise.

This exercise was scavenged from wandering around the city in recent days, and because the first sentence was of great interest to him, he took the time to take it out and comprehend it.

The true qi is three thousand, and the road of loneliness is taken by the desolation; the qi is calm and the heart is shaken, and the path is gradually pointed out to show a condensed posture.

He flipped through it, and probably understood that it was through breathing, as well as mood, that the effect of concentrating true qi to his fingertips was achieved.

For ordinary people, true qi is scarce, if it can be condensed into one point, it is naturally invincible!

According to the description in the book, if this method is cultivated to perfection.

You can even point it out with one finger and break the divine weapon!

However, after all, this method is still quite chicken, how many people in this world will use divine weapons to touch your fingers?

If you encounter the enemy in battle, I am afraid that if your fingers fail to touch the other party, you will have already been beheaded.

An inch long and an inch strong.

What's more, just the end of the finger?

And Xia Ren is not invincible.

What he thinks is "condense in one point"!

If you can really condense your true qi like this, then your accuracy should be able to improve a lot.

However, for skill-based exercises, Xia Ren's comprehension ability is really biased, and even getting started is a little difficult...

Different from the internal strength of the mind, the latter can directly rampage through its own extremely powerful internal force and penetrate the qi river.

The skill-based exercises require a very subtle comprehension.

This kind of realization can be described as a blessing to the soul, and once an epiphany.

Some people just sit quietly under the tree and meditate, but they can also suddenly open their eyes and smile.

And more people can only get started by trying in actual combat.

"Hmm.. I had to go find someone to try. Xia Ren closed his eyes, recalled some of the key points in "Broken Fingers", threw the book on the wooden chair behind him, and left the "Heavenly Well".

At dawn, it is the time when people like to enter the city.

Xia Ren was curious about this, maybe it was because they thought that the light of dawn could give them strength?

Or maybe you're heading back before sunset for a celebratory feast?

A moment later.

He led an increasingly bewitching black horse and tied up the sleeping and unawake routine.

During this time, the big-headed girl has successively provided herself with 4 units of energy points, plus the original, the current total is 5 units.

By the way, the bloody hand Du Yi and his mother, the "little judge" Tang Jing, have woken up one after another.

The former is confused, and some of the things that happened during the period also have vague memories, but these memories are very vague and even have a strong selectivity.

She remembered how she got into the Xia family... But I don't remember the name of the "Cave of Immortality" I gave to the ice cellar, and the rest of the things.

In a word: I can't remember exactly, but everything is normal.

As for the "little judge" Tang Jing, after she woke up, it was difficult for her to accept the fact that the Xia family had been wiped out... After all, this is where she has lived and planned for nearly twenty years.

But she is no stranger to Xia Ren, since she found out three years ago that Xia Kongji is not her biological son, she has been looking around.

Until the two brothers Xia Ren and Xia Ci were discovered.

A kind of secret connection between mother and son, which made Tang Jing faintly feel in his heart that this was most likely his own son.

Thinking that her son has suffered so many years in the separation of the family, she is like a knife.

It's just that the stakes are very high, and the involvement behind this "tanuki for the prince" must be very wide, so she only started to do it after she found out.

But the praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind. How could she, a weak woman, fight those treacherous and cunning elders?

The net of heaven and earth has long been like a five-finger mountain holding her mother and son tightly!

Pity... Such a five-finger mountain is vulnerable to Xia Ren!

If it weren't for Xia Ren and the original separated boy, I am afraid that Huang Quan would have died at this time!

Of course... There may also be some unknown anomalies that do not occur until death, but such anomalies are buried in parallel space and no one knows about them.

Now on weekdays, Tang Jing will also go to the heavenly well to sit, and take care of his sleeping sister, and occasionally when he talks to his son, he will also reveal some desire to return to Tangmen.

After all, that's where she grew up and where her father was... In spite of all that he had done, he was not worthy of being called a father at all, but like a mechanical, cold, sophisticated madman.

It is not impossible to return to Tangmen, but the time has not yet come.

So Xia Ren had to open one eye and close one eye first.

He's waiting...

Waiting for the arrival of the Tang Lingyu.

If he doesn't come, he doesn't care, after all, the secret of the end of the world, he may not have the opportunity to explore it in the future.

As for the rare opportunity she said in her letter, he didn't care.

After fixing it, Xia Ren sat behind the demonic black horse, looking at the petite big-headed girl in front of him, he frowned slightly.

Because he found that Aunt Thirteen's size seemed to be shrinking...

After a deep groan, he whipped his horse out of the Xia family manor, and the strange white shadows and mutant creatures along the way avoided one after another, in their eyes, this young man sitting on a horse was the most terrifying existence in this city.

So they instinctively dodged it, but with their increasingly degraded intelligence, they couldn't figure out why such a being looked so similar to the food that came every now and then.

This time, it was a royal secret team in uniform bullfighting clothes that broke into the city.

The leader of the country has a face with a calm expression, and nine people are followed behind him.

He was carrying a special lantern in his hand, which had obviously been processed, emitting a soft yellow light that could actually penetrate the surrounding fog and illuminate a distance of three or four meters.

The name of the person with the national character face is Song Feichang, although he is a member of the Song family, one of the nine kings of the city of the Son of Heaven, but in the Song family, he is not valued because of his background.

This time, the seventeenth prince disappeared, and one of the "innocent" Shang Youyang, one of the seven small catchers that the Son of Heaven attached great importance to, was trapped here.

So he volunteered to lead a group of his brothers to come and inspect.

And this errand is not only dangerous, but it also needs to spend money to get his turn.

Seinfeld still remembered the yin and yang tone of the boss in the brocade guard: "Yo, people from the Song family, do you still need to come and take care of it?" Xiao Song, why is the spirit bone you just came here gone?"

"The kid was young and ignorant at the time, and asked the chief not to mention it again. Seinfeld knelt on the ground and said respectfully, holding the silver ticket above his head with both hands and slowly handing it out.

The boss was not polite, took the silver ticket, touched his head by the way, and said, "Risk and opportunity coexist, Xiao Song, don't let me down." ”

"I will live up to the expectations of adults!" Song Changfei said loudly.

Then the boss laughed triumphantly in the hall.