As soon as he entered the practice room, Fang Yan immediately closed the doors and windows, and even the curtains were carefully closed, it was noon, and the light in the room was not very dim, so Fang Yan came to a long case. Although the two little girls were a little strange, the lady had instructions to let her young master have a good rest, and she didn't dare to ask.

He took out a few bags and other items from his bosom, gently placed them on the ground, and took another commonly used futon and sat down. First pick up the gray bag and come carefully, although the color is gray, but the workmanship is very exquisite, and there is a golden "gold" word embroidered on the right side.

"Is this a storage bag? Or is it the Kim family. "Although Fang Yan is not a monk, he also grew up in a family of cultivating immortals, and he still has this knowledge. There was a circle of gold wire wrapped around the mouth of the bag, which was tightly tied to the bag, and there was something inside. The dialect wants to unravel it, but it doesn't dare to use brute force, in fact, even brute force may not be broken.

After a long time, Fang Yan shook his head and had to put the bag down. I picked up two more black bags and tinkered with them for a long time, but I still found nothing.

"It's a storage bag, it is said to be locked with the divine sense, and only the monk's divine sense can open it. He sighed secretly and put down the bags.

"Young master, it's time to eat. The little maid Qingluan knocked lightly outside the door.

"Got it, put it outside. Fang Yan came back to his senses and answered.

As soon as he put away a few things in front of him, Fang Yan thought about it, moved a desk by the wall, lifted up a quick floor tile, pressed an empty box into it, and then put a few things in the box, covered the floor tiles, and put the table back on the press. There was nothing unusual around, and then he stepped out of the room.

When I came to the small hall outside, I saw a few food boxes on the table in the hall, and there were seven or eight kinds of dishes in them, all of which were commonly eaten by dialects. Fang Yan's heart moved slightly, this must have been arranged by his mother, but he usually didn't feel that he had to suffer a little when he went out to feel the strong affection of his family.

The little maid Qingluan hurriedly set up the dishes and chopsticks and waited for him to sit down.

Qingluan is the daughter of a rice shop manager in the secular industry of the Fang family, and her father was born as a slave of the Fang family, and he was trusted by the master to take care of some things in the industry he started, and he can be regarded as having some status among the slaves. By her generation, there have been four generations serving the Fang family, and people like this are often referred to as "family children".

Qingluan entered the house when he was seven or eight years old, learned the rules and various tasks for a year or two, and when he arrived in the inner house, he was assigned to the dialect house. The little girl is only 12 years old this year, although she has only been here for three years, but she is naturally smart and clever.

"Just sit down and eat with me, I can't finish it. Fang Yan's temperament is casual, and he never puts any young master in front of his subordinates, so he beckons her to sit down together.

"The slave doesn't dare, if those sisters are, they should say that I don't understand the rules. I'll eat it when the young master finishes eating. Qingluan shook his head and took a step back to stand.

When the tongue heard it, he stopped talking, and ate by himself. I haven't had a good meal in the past two days, and I have been running around for a long time yesterday, but now I have rested, and I am eating delicious meals, but my appetite is great.

After eating, Fang Yan returned to the practice room and took out the golden talisman and blue beads of the little golden book. After playing for a while, Fang Yan picked up the golden book, flipped through it carefully, and carefully explained that this book is not gold or wood, what is the material, there is not a word in the book, and I haven't come up with a reason for thinking about it for a long time.

Fang Yan put down the golden book and picked up the small talisman, he had seen the power of the talisman that day, and he just killed the man in the dark clothes in an instant. Fang Yan tried to inject the internal force into the talisman, and there was no movement in the little talisman for a breath, and there was mana to drive it, Fang Yan shook his head, and reluctantly put down the golden talisman.

He picked up the blue beads again. The bead was the size of a fist, but it didn't weigh much in the hand, and there was something unusual about it tossing and turning in the hand. The beads have a faint blue tinge, but they feel a little harsh.

"Hey, no, it looks a little darker than yesterday. "Yesterday this bead was mixed with the pebbles by the river on the ground, and it looked very round, with a hint of blue, which was better than the stone, so the dialect checked it easily. But now that I'm so careful, I feel that something is wrong, and I can't say that there is much change.

"It's just a little darker, isn't it?" But it still seems to be such a faint color, could it be that he is dazzled? Fang Yan put the beads on the coffee table in front of him, sat on the futon, and wanted what the beads were serious.

"Ah!" After about a quarter of an hour, Fang Yan suddenly screamed, blood gushed out from his nose, and he fell headlong on the coffee table.

It took about an hour for Fang Yan to wake up, only to feel an unbearable headache and a blackening in front of his eyes.

"What's the matter, is it being plotted by someone?" this thought Fang Yan broke out in a cold sweat, and immediately looked around the room. It's quiet, it's noon, and everyone who lives nearby should be taking a nap at this time.

"Ah, where is the bead, why is it missing?" Fang Yan was suddenly shocked, someone had come! Enduring the discomfort on his body, Fang Yan hurriedly got up and carefully checked the doors and windows, but could not find any clues.

"Is it being targeted? But I don't feel like I'm missing anything. Fang Yan once again carefully recalled the scene just now, sorting out what he might have missed. After thinking about it, he hurriedly opened the box that he had buried in the morning, but there was nothing missing in it, and there was no trace of anyone turning it over.

"The doors and windows haven't moved, and there is nothing missing in the box, only the beads are gone, it's a strange thing, no one has come, and it doesn't look like someone has been discovered, could it be that the beads ran away by themselves?" Thinking of yesterday's demon beast disappearing out of thin air like this, there was a chill on Fang Yan's back.

Thinking that he was unlucky enough, he went out to relax thinking about Feng'er's affairs, and encountered a series of accidents. risked death to pick up a few things, and wanted to make a windfall, but either they couldn't open it, or they did, and even ran away inexplicably, and their luck was really speechless.

Thinking of this, Fang Yan simply put these down, cleaned up the blood stains on the coffee table by himself, carefully cleaned the practice room, took out a handkerchief and wiped his nostrils, fortunately there was no more blood. Put the handkerchief on his waist, Fang Yan opened the door and came to the back room, Qingluan rubbed his eyes and hurriedly came over to serve him on the big bed, helped him cover a thin quilt, and lay down on the small bed on the side.

After being woken up last night, Fang Yan didn't sleep much, and now he is lying in bed, and he falls asleep after a while.

A good night's sleep. When he woke up, it was already the time to hold the lamp, and Fang Yan felt weak, so after dinner, two older maids waited for Fang Yan to take a bath in the wing room. Fang Yan didn't feel refreshed, but he felt a little lethargic and fell asleep early.

This was the case for several days, and everyone thought that the tongue was frightened, but they did not make a fuss.

On this day, the sky was just bright, Fang Yan woke up in the morning, only felt full of energy, full of energy, and felt a little strange in his heart, why is he in such good spirits today, a few days ago I always felt drowsy and couldn't lift my mind.

Fang Yan closed his eyes and secretly sensed that something had changed in himself, but he didn't feel anything unusual in his body, but he just felt that his spirit was unusually clear, his five senses were very keen, he heard things more clearly, and even his thoughts seemed to be much more agile. Fang Yan couldn't find the reason, but he was not distressed, but he was secretly excited, and he had a strange feeling in the dark, he was afraid that he was going to break through this innate middle stage, and it was very likely that he would step into the late stage.

The only thing I can't let go of in my heart now is that blue bead that is not easy to fly, what is that mysterious bead of unknown origin?

Fang Yan shook his head, and couldn't understand it for a while, so he simply came to the small courtyard to practice the Fang family's ancestral Xingyi Boxing. This is the innate technique of the Fang family, which is indifferent, but it is valuable in that it can lay a solid foundation and condense internal strength. The Fang family is an immortal cultivator who has produced several foundation building stage cultivators, and it is not bad to be able to choose it as the main cultivation method of the innate stage.

This set of exercises and dialects has been cultivated since the age of eight, and there are a total of three levels, corresponding to the three realms of the innate stage. The exercises focus on the first practice of the pulse, and there are a variety of coordinated routines for the operation of the meridians, which are very different from the general innate exercises that focus on strength and internal force, and are very different from some exercises that pay attention to moves and attack skills. The whole set of exercises is not suitable for fighting, but it is easy to learn and understand, it is easy to get started, and it is difficult to understand why the ancestors respected this set of exercises so much.

An hour later, Fang Yan practiced the second exercise, sweating profusely, only to feel that the qi and blood rushed to the top, boiling everywhere in the body. Fang Yan is very happy in his heart, this is a precursor to advancement, he has been waiting for this day for half a year, and he has not been able to do it, now he goes out once, nine deaths are still alive, and he will welcome the advance as soon as he comes back.

Hurry up to the practice room and sit cross-legged on the futon. In the late congenital stage, the sea of qi can be expanded, the eight veins can be opened, the qi and blood can be filled, the veins can be unblocked, and the operation of internal force and the accumulation of strength have been raised to a higher level.

The dialect continues to follow the key to Xingyi Fist, from the outside to the inside, the intention is to guard the dantian, the qi and blood around the body are surging in the meridians, and then converge in the dantian, so back and forth, over and over again gathering and dispersing, scattered and gathering. At this time, Fang Yan only felt that Zhou's body was extremely itchy from skin to bone, but he didn't dare to move, just did his luck over and over again.

Suddenly, a cool air rose from the top of the head, and instantly flowed all over the body, and soon the cool air condensed in the dantian, and the dialect secretly shouted that it was bad, only the qi and blood were poured into the air, how could there be a reason for the cool air to rush through the pass? Who would have thought that with a "poof" sound, the barrier in the expanded dantian would be broken in response. If the dialect is a monk, he will know the art of inner vision, and the gray blood qi that can be entrenched in his dantian has also grown a lot, and a trace of blue can be faintly seen in the middle, which looks very weird.

"Huh, it's a breakthrough, but why do you feel a little wrong?" Fang Yan is not a monk yet, he can't learn the technique of internal vision, of course, his dantian qi sea, but he always has a weird feeling, he feels that he is very different from before, but he can't say it.

Slowly recovering the power of blood and qi in his body, Fang Yan savored some changes in his body after the breakthrough. The internal force flow has become faster, the strength seems to have become stronger, and even the bones have changed slightly, and it is estimated that he may have grown more than half an inch taller.

Fang Yan let out a breath of turbidity, stood up, and walked to the bedroom. Seeing the sweat stains on his face, the maids hurriedly came over to help him wash and dress. After washing, Fang Yan thought that he hadn't seen his parents for a few days, and was afraid that they would be worried, so he was about to go out to say hello to his parents, but he saw Qingluan walking quickly with a white hand towel, so Fang Yan had to stop and wait for her. Qingluan folded the handkerchief and put it on his waist, but he wanted to say nothing.

"What's wrong?" the dialect wondered.

"Young Master, this handkerchief was full of blood a few days ago, and the young master was injured outside?" Qingluan pulled him outside to the small courtyard and asked softly.

"I can't hide anything from this girl. Fang Yan muttered to himself in his heart, but his mouth said: "I fell from my horse that day and fell, but I scratched some skin and left some blood, and it was already healed." ”

"Really, there is so much blood when the skin is broken?" Qingluan flashed a pair of big eyes, a little worried.

Fang Yan was furious by her, and hurriedly walked out of the courtyard gate.

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