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It has been the tenth day since he crossed into this unbelievable world, and Liu Xiao has gradually become familiar with it. In fact, Liu Xiao is just an ordinary college student, without any special skills, and his appearance is not good, at best, he is just an otaku who has never been in the world, but one morning, he woke up from a dream and traveled here.

This world is a martial arts era, at least Liu Xiao thinks so, he thought that crossing was a very peculiar thing, but Liu Xiao found that his crossing did not have the so-called protagonist halo in the novel, and from the moment he crossed over, Liu Xiao was destined to be a refugee.

The river of Hanshui, heavy rain fell suddenly, and the river was in danger, so Liu Xiao came to Weicheng with many refugees.

When I first arrived in Weicheng, I couldn't eat enough food and clothing, so I had no choice but to do something like stealing chickens and touching dogs, but it was okay for the first time, I could still steal some lettuce soup and the like by virtue of my own caution, but what was the taste, Liu Xiao could only say that he was choking and swallowed.

In this way, Liu Xiao was already embarrassed both physically and mentally, and Liu Xiao was not a strong-willed person, so he simply thought about suicide, thinking that if he died, he could always travel back, but unfortunately this thing of knocking his head with a stone, Liu Xiao felt that the pain was unbearable, but he didn't have that kind of courage to hang himself.

So Liu Xiao thought of the stupidest way, starving to death, I couldn't stand it in the end, I couldn't stand it in the end, I didn't have the strength to think of it, it seemed that I couldn't die if I didn't want to, but people often have inexplicable fear when they die, and that kind of personal experience made Liu Xiao unforgettable.

The big water around Weicheng, the refugees poured into the town, although Xiaofang Sword Pavilion is not a big gang, but it is regarded as a famous and decent family, this opportunity to show their own righteousness, it is quite good, so, under this opportunity, Xiao Fang Sword Pavilion began to help the refugees, and also received some registered disciples.

Unfortunately, Liu Xiao was like this, and when he was dying, he was carried back to Xiaofang Sword Pavilion.

Xiaofang Sword Pavilion, under the inheritance of the Sword Sect, uses the sword as a weapon, based in Weicheng, and is also famous. Since the last suicide attempt, that deep fear has been engraved in Liu Xiao's heart, and he will never dare to commit suicide again, not to mention whether he can travel back is still unknown. At least a place to stay now.

"Senior brother early" Liu Xiao came to the square early wearing the clothes of Xiaofang Sword Pavilion, today is the first time that senior brother Deng Yutong taught martial arts, why is the senior brother not a master, Liu Xiao later learned that the master was teaching martial arts to his own disciples, and the registered disciples who came in later were taught martial arts by the senior brother.

The elder brother Deng Yutong, known as the little jade face of the rivers and lakes, is young and promising, and five years ago he helped the Weicheng government to break the thief of Niumen Mountain, and obtained the nickname of this little jade face.

Deng Yutong saw that Liu Xiao was also bowing his head, so he asked these registered disciples who had just started to stand and spread out and give a martial arts lecture.

"Our Xiaofang Sword Pavilion is a branch of the Sword Sect, so in terms of swords, we have a deep foundation, today, I will teach you to wait for my Xiaofang Sword Pavilion's first style of Xunfang Sword Technique: a sword from the east. Then I saw Deng Yutong flying with his sleeves, holding the sword with one hand, and striding forward, like an arrow from the string, inserted into the boulder in front of him, re-penetrating the force and sinking in one breath, which made everyone open their eyes, especially Liu Xiao, who came from another world, saw this kind of martial arts for the first time, and shouted magically.

After the display, Deng Yutong began to talk about the essence and comprehension of this swordsmanship.

After a while, the morning passed, so Deng Yutong asked everyone to comprehend on their own and see the results for the first time in the afternoon.

That's it, the named disciples have different talents, some have already had a preliminary form, some are just a first glimpse of the doorway, and the most unfortunate thing is that they are similar in form, only Liu Xiao has a confused expression.

Liu Xiao's first feeling was that this sword was really heavy on the ground, and it was not like real iron, so he naturally felt that the swords in the previous TV series were made of plastic. It's not easy to pick up, and there's a critical problem.

"Senior Brother Liu, why haven't you learned yet?" Deng Yutong asked with concern.

Liu Xiaosang's face and then he didn't know how to speak, because he stabbed forward with his sword, and he didn't have the feeling of being in the wind like other senior brothers, which was always strange.

Deng Yutong thought that he hadn't made it clear, so he said again, "The qi sinks into the dantian, hugs the mud pill palace, the heart and hand are the same, the anger turns to the tiger's mouth, and the steps are vigorous." ”

Liu Xiao had no choice but to ask sluggishly, "That...... What is a dantian, and what is the ...... of the Mud Pill Palace?"

This question made Deng Yutong vomit blood, so he had to start explaining again, "When you are lucky to reach your abdomen, is there a hot flow, this is the lower dantian, and then at this time, you can lock this breath."

Liu Xiao was very puzzled when he heard this, and asked, "What is luck?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present began to be extremely surprised, some began to hug their mouths and snicker, and the people who gloated were also looking at this side, and at this time, it was Deng Yutong's face that was deep, "Senior Brother Liu, can't you feel the true qi on your body, aren't you looking for me to be happy?"

At this time, Liu Xiao felt that something was wrong, could it be that he was not a person from this world, and he couldn't feel the true qi?

Seeing Liu Xiao's sluggish appearance, Deng Yutong pressed his hands on Liu Xiao's shoulders, "Senior Brother Liu, you try to lift your spirit." ”

Liu Xiao could only take a deep breath, and then there was no more, as soon as this move came out, all the juniors and disciples present laughed and laughed, and Deng Yutong could only shake his head and sigh.

The moon and stars are scarce, but Liu Xiao can't sleep at all, sitting in the courtyard, looking at the starry sky, in a daze.

It turns out that the way of cultivating martial arts in this world is so different, he is an ordinary person in the normal world, naturally he has no true qi, if he has true qi, he can learn it according to the books of martial arts, but it is also interesting, according to the cheats, it is also easy to learn these moves. At the same time, the true qi is carried out to the self, running over and over again, forming a weekly operation, which is the internal strength.

The moves are easy, but the practice of internal strength is more difficult, and some people practice external moves, have a strong physique, and are powerful, but there is no way in front of a scholar who has been well versed in internal strength for more than ten years.

For example, some people can play darts superbly, but they can never use the leaves as darts, because the weight of the leaves is there, unless you have the internal strength, the energy will be transmitted to the blades, and you can shoot smoothly, which is called flying flowers and picking leaves can also hurt people.

It took Liu Xiao a night to finally realize that he really didn't have true qi, so he couldn't cultivate internal strength, so what is this called crossing, Liu Xiao wondered, this crossing is inevitably too sincere.