Qingyun Mountain, on the desert road, riding a donkey is less, and it is singing wildly.

"Light Qiu long sword, fierce horse singing. Tenderness and iron bones, a thousand gold and a promise......"

The boy was about twelve years old, and his face was a little mad. At this moment, he was singing loudly with a voice like a broken gong, and everywhere he passed, countless birds and beasts were scattered, and it was the emperor who had crawled out of the grave not long ago.

After walking all night, after scaring away a bobcat again, Huangfu finally muttered: "It's not so ugly, it's not good, my brother has to practice a good voice while he is not fully developed......"

As he spoke, the thing began to cry and howl shamelessly.

"The sea laughs, and the tide on both sides of the strait ......"

At this moment, even his mount, the old gray donkey, began to snort and shake his ears again and again.

This old donkey was recovered by him in the middle of the road yesterday.

The old donkey was naturally not willing, but he couldn't stand the emperor's fists and feet, so he could only be wronged and begged for perfection, and temporarily became the mount of this little demon king.

Huangfu dragged the stubborn old donkey along the wilderness ancient road to the north, but the old donkey lost his temper halfway, he sweated under the scorching sun, and wasted the boss's strength, so he stumbled and commanded the old donkey to the destination - the former site of the word Huijian Gate.

Huangfu couldn't help but curse the old donkey for not being kind, and he didn't know how to be a donkey at all, but he also had to abide by the rules of being a donkey, and he couldn't understand the master's intentions, which was really a big rebellion. As for his use of force to force the old and weak donkey to camel himself, he did not say a word.

It was already dusk, and the front suddenly became narrower, and there were steep cliffs on both sides, and the mountains blocked the sunset, and the surroundings looked a little dark.

The wind blew from the overgrown courtyard in front, and the emperor who was riding on the old donkey seemed to smell the heavy bloody breath of the day!

Patting the donkey closer, his cynicism gradually turned to solemnity.

"How long have I been buried, why does it look a little wrong like this?" Huangfu Yan muttered with a black line on his face, and without thinking much about it, he patted the old donkey and walked to the depths of the courtyard.

This word Huijianmen has a long heritage, and the heads of all dynasties are surnamed Huangfu.

Huangfu a lineage, it is rumored to be the surname of the Zhou royal family, the legend of the ancestor of the word Hui Jianmen is to get the true legend of the Zhou Gong Army formation, from the formation to understand the Zhou Gong Sword nine styles. Among them, the last six styles have been submerged in the long river of history, and now they are only the first three moves: the sky is like a dome, the white fog is boundless, and the jade belt is around the waist.

As for saying that it is three moves, not three styles, it is because each style of the Gongjian this week has a special corresponding mental method, and the three-style swordsmanship commonly circulated in the one-word Hui Sword Gate lacks the corresponding mental method.

The purpose of the emperor's death here is the three-way mind.

The three-style swordsmanship can only be mastered by the heads of the past dynasties. As the young master of the Sword Gate, Huang Fu Yan naturally knows this secret. Although judging from his father's mediocre martial arts, these three mental methods do not seem to be of much use, but for the current Huangfu Yan, with the mental method, it is better than nothing.

According to the memory, Huangfu left the outer gate where the disciples lived and came to a cliff. Standing on the edge of the cliff, Huangfu Yan looked solemn, and his still immature little face was full of determination, and suddenly jumped down in the stunned eyes of the old donkey.

"Obediently, I hope your father is more reliable!" Listening to the whirring wind in his ears, Huangfu Yan was extremely nervous in his heart, and couldn't help but think about it.

Seeing that there were dense clouds below, and the speed of landing was getting faster and faster, Huangfu Yan also had some doubts about whether the former head was in trouble.

"Bang!" he was pleasantly surprised, and finally landed on a pile of dry grass.

"It's dangerous!" Huangfu was in a cold sweat, but fortunately, his father was reliable.

Judging from this pile of withered grass, the heads of the past generations have really been prepared. It was a jutting cliff, and along the dead grass, it was a faintly lit cave. The entire cliff is flat in the clearing, only a few dead grass branches and leaves are piled up in the corners, and the endless sea of clouds is opposite.

The emperor's heart moved, and he walked into it.

As soon as he fell into the cave, the emperor heard a dragon-like sword roar rising into the sky, and the sky-blue light shot out from a scabbard in front of him, and the surrounding wind suddenly rose, and the originally dim cave was now illuminated by the sky-blue light.

After a few breaths, the blue light gradually dissipated, revealing a cyan sword blade, and the three-foot-three sword blade was tattooed with simple lines, which seemed to be an ancient bird and beast pattern.

What an immortal ancient divine weapon!

Huangfu Yan sighed in his heart, and became even more curious about this hidden inheritance place. The previous head died suddenly, and he didn't leave any excuse, although Huang Fu Yan knew that this sword was a divine weapon, but he had no impression of its origin.

The ancient birds and beasts inscribed on this sword should be the legendary Qingluan. Although Huang Fu Yan did not learn and did not know how to do it, he still studied some ancient Taoist scriptures for a few points.

Soon, Excalibur obscured itself, and in a moment, it had returned to normal.

Huangfu Yan looked at it, and the ancient sword was placed on a stone platform, and the edge of the stone platform was engraved with three lines of small characters.

came to the side and looked at it, those three lines of small characters were the purpose of this trip, the method corresponding to the first three moves of Zhou Gongjian.

Huangfu Yan was excited in his heart, he was already uneasy about his duty, and he longed for the way of cultivation very much, and a nameless turtle breath method in later generations could be refined to Xiaocheng, not to mention that this sword method heart sutra was in front of him, how could he let it go.

Quickly memorize the three luck methods, and Huangfu couldn't wait to start cultivating for the first time.

As the young master of the Sword Sect, he has been cultivating since he was a child, and he has both experience and foundation, so there is no difficulty in cultivating. Three-style swordsmanship, as long as it is a disciple in the door, he can practice it for a while, and he has already cultivated the sword move to Xiaocheng, although he has not been able to grasp the meaning, but the dance is also decent, and there is no difference.

At this time, with the operation of the first type of mental method, the qi and blood in his body accelerated, and in the dantian, a cyan true qi also moved.

Huang Fu Yan only felt that his body was full of a warm sense of strength, and he also felt that there was a warm qi flowing slowly in his body and limbs, allowing him to smoothly run the first type of mind for a week without the slightest hindrance.

At this time, he finally discovered the abnormality in his body. Previously, this body had also cultivated some introductory mental methods, but if there was no true qi in the body, where would it be so vigorous and full. Moreover, the true qi of ordinary martial artists, if they are not in the innate realm, they will not bring special colors, they are all colorless and formless, which is very different from his state at this time.

"Forget it, it's not a bad thing to think about!" Unable to figure out the reason, Huangfu Yan shook his head and began to focus on the other two corresponding methods.

Sure enough, these two mental methods can also be used smoothly. ”

Huangfu sat cross-legged, according to the method taught on the stone wall, silently reciting the mantra, carefully feeling the thin aura of the outside world.

The so-called cultivation is to absorb the spiritual energy from the outside world into the body, transform it into true qi, and use it for one's own use. Each style of Zhou Gongjian's sword technique has its own corresponding operation method, that is to say, every time you practice a style of sword technique, you must operate the true qi in your body according to a specific meridian route, until you have a sense of qi in the meridians, and the heart method can be regarded as a small success.

The higher the cultivation talent, the stronger the qi sense, and the lower the cultivation talent, the weaker the qi sense. Ordinary martial artists, the body is just a way to operate, and the sense of qi is single, and there is no big problem. This week, Gongjian opened up a new path, and actually wanted to form nine kinds of qi senses in the body, and ordinary people either couldn't find the second kind of qi sense, or a variety of qi senses clashed, and they went mad and died.

After a long time, not to mention the loss of the swordsmanship, even the remaining three styles, no one has ever successfully cultivated.

Of course, by chance, relying on the mysterious cyan true qi in his body, Huangfu easily succeeded in cultivating these three mental methods.

Now that the three-style mental method has been cultivated, Huangfu Zhen's heart is settled, and he begins to look at the cyan true qi.

As the cyan true yuan operated according to the established meridians, a familiar feeling came to his heart, and he finally realized that feelings were the turtle breath method that he had been cultivating in his previous life.