In the spring of the fourteenth year of Yan Wu, Wu Youjun sent heavy armored wolf riders to be the vanguard, slaughtered four border cities of the Zhao Dynasty at night, and Emperor Zhao was angry and raised troops to attack Yan.

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Lingyuan Mansion

Late winter has passed, early spring is quietly coming, facing the maple tree in front of the two-story study of Yingyi, which has been covered with blood-colored maple leaves, and the thick vines like snakes on the body of the tree go straight up, adding a few traces of time to this blood maple that I don't know how long it has grown.

Not all of the roots were buried in the ground, and several arm-thick roots were exposed from the dirt and stretched out into a nearby lake, as if to draw nutrients for the tree.

The water of the lake is as clear as jade, and countless holy snow lotuses are like beautiful jade, and the sunlight shines on it to emit a colorful light, like a hazy rainbow in the rain and fog.

There is a small pavilion in the middle of the lake, obviously not long after it was built, and even the wooden planks that should be written on the pavilion name are smooth and traceless, as if they have not had time to write it; the building materials are not precious blue bricks and jade tiles, but are taken from the Qingyang bamboo that grows in the backyard of Lingyuan Mansion, compared with the surrounding Qingtai pavilions, it is a little more earthy.

Ying Yi was wearing a cyan robe at this time, her black hair was pulled up with a belt at will, and there was no trace of the extravagance that a royal child should have, and some were just natural and casual to return to the basics.

He sat on a small green bamboo chair, in front of him there was a small green bamboo table, on the table was a small red clay stove, on the stove was squatting a delicate purple jade clay pot, the spout was glowing with a trace of white smoke, two green shirt maids were standing carefully at the entrance of the pavilion, as if waiting to greet someone.

Ying Yi closed his eyes at this time, and there was a faint trace of heaven and earth vitality on his body, and he also had a small green bamboo chair opposite him, and the color of the chair was obviously like someone often sitting.

Suddenly, Ying Yi opened his eyes, and a faint golden star flashed between his right eye, and soon returned to his normal jet-black color.

He raised his head slightly, and a gray figure came into view, and soon he had walked into the pavilion from the opposite side of the lake. Then he sat down in his chair without saying a word, and this action was extremely skillful, as if it had been repeated many times in the past.

After the gray figure sat down, the maid next to him immediately stepped forward. Picking up the upside-down teacup, he gently lifted the clay pot on the stove, poured half a cup of tea into the cup, and then gently shook the clay pot in his right hand to continue to fill the half cup.

Yingyi's mind moved. The tea in the cup in front of him seemed to be boiled, and began to tumble violently in the cup, and then directly turned into a water dragon and flew towards the gray-robed man opposite.

The gray-robed man seemed to be very familiar with such a water dragon, and when the water dragon was about to approach, he stretched out his finger and pointed at the dragon's head, to be precise, it was just a tangible and formless water dragon, as if it had come to life, wandering wantonly in the space in front of the two, vaguely accompanied by a low dragon groan.

The gray-robed man smiled lightly. The water dragon fell directly into the cup in front of Ying Yi, exuding a tea fragrance that was stronger than before, as if the spring tea in it had really been boiled at this time.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and at the same time picked up the teacup in front of them, and after the salute, they drank it all.

Putting down the teacup, Ying Yi shook his head slightly, and said, "Pure Yang Divine Thoughts, it's really not easy to gather!"

The gray-robed man smiled lightly and said, "You don't have to be discouraged. Although today's water dragon has a physical and unintentional, but after all, it already has a body, and the real difference is the finishing touch, if you can understand the essence of the water dragon that is missing. It is the day when your pure yang divine thoughts are completed and you enter the four realms. ”

Ying Yi knew that he was in a hurry, and after receiving the inheritance of Di Xin in the Heavenly Tomb, with the help of the pure yang qi in his thoughts, he had already begun to condense the pure yang divine thoughts in just a few months, and at this time, almost all the thoughts in his sea had turned into pure yang. But he always felt that something was missing, which led to the inability to condense a complete pure yang divine thought, so he was stuck between the three realms and the four realms and could not break through.

Only a cultivator who gives birth to a pure yang divine thought can be regarded as the first step on the path of cultivation, and the previous three realms are all laying the foundation for this step.

At this time, although Ying Yi has not yet broken through the Four Realms True Realm, the cultivators who really face the True Realm may not be without the strength to fight;

At the beginning, the inheritance he received in the Void Heaven Coffin was not only the inheritance of knowledge, but also some kind of strange power precipitated in his body, and that power only emitted a few wisps of breath, which caused earth-shaking changes in his body, the most obvious was the change in blood qi.

His current blood strength is already comparable to the martial arts cultivators of the blood-changing realm, even if it is still insufficient compared to those martial arts cultivation families with different bloodlines, but the defense of the "big red robe" is completely enough to make up for the gap, which means that Yingyi is now not only a cultivator at the peak of Rongyuan, but also a martial arts powerhouse who has exchanged blood.

The martial arts powerhouses of the Blood Exchange Realm are already enough to compete with the cultivators of the True Meditation Realm, if it is not an extremely powerful magic weapon, it is extremely difficult for the cultivators of the True Perception Realm to break the blood qi defense of the Martial Cultivation of the Blood Exchange Perfection, so once the martial arts are completed in the exchange of blood, the various gaps between the previous and the cultivators have been completely made up.

And if martial cultivation can be cultivated to the innate realm and derive flesh and blood supernatural powers, then martial cultivation at that time is the existence that is truly feared by cultivators.

Although Ying Yi is not an orthodox martial cultivator, just by virtue of the secret technique of "Big Red Robe", he has been able to rank among the martial cultivators of the Blood Exchange Realm, so even now the Blood God Monarch often laughs and scolds Ying Yi for getting a big opportunity.

It's just that only the blood and qi are strong and can compete with the True Perception Realm, but after all, it is extremely difficult to kill the cultivators of the True Viewing Realm, and the four realms can control the natural advantage of the sky, even if Ying Yi can defeat them, there is no way to kill them at all, this is also the root of Ying Yi's entanglement of his pure yang divine thoughts, and flying in the sky is more attractive to the cultivators of the Rong Yuan Realm than just breaking through the realm to increase their strength.

Ying Yi knew that he had been unable to condense the Pure Yang Divine Mind for a long time, and there must have been some important details that he had overlooked, and even if he was in a hurry, it was impossible to break through immediately, so after the gray-robed man finished speaking, he stopped being entangled, and nodded lightly to show that he understood.

Seeing Ying Yi's relaxed expression, a trace of admiration flashed in the gray-robed man's eyes, a young cultivator like Ying Yi, there could not be a few in the entire Tianyuan Continent, just thinking of Ying Yi's true identity, the gray-robed man sighed slightly in his heart, the Qin Dynasty was the strongest among the seven dynasties, and now that a figure like Ying Yi appears, I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse for the rest of the dynasties.

Feeling the changes in Ying Yi's body, the gray-robed man's face straightened slightly, and he said, "Your secret art cultivation has been completed?"

Nodding slightly, a scorching blood began to seep out of his pores, and the air around his body began to be quickly withdrawn, and even the purple flames in the furnace began to dim, as if they had been all pressed into the furnace wall.

Burst!

Suddenly, a bright blood mist appeared outside Ying Yi's body, and then these blood mist began to stick to the green robe outside Ying Yi's body at a very fast speed, and in the blink of an eye, the green robe had already turned into a blood-colored robe, which was the secret technique "Big Red Robe"!

Ying Yi inherited a certain mysterious power in the Void Heaven Coffin, although only a few wisps of faint breath could be guided by him to refine the blood qi, but this power was not known how many levels higher than his origin power, so in addition to condensing the Pure Yang Divine Mind in the past few months, he had also been cultivating the "Great Red Robe" secret technique with this power.

It's just that he naturally doesn't know the results of his cultivation when he practices alone, so every once in a while, he will ask the gray-robed man to help him check his cultivation status, and the moment the gray-robed man came in just now, he had already completely refined those few wisps of qi.

At this time, the gray-robed man saw through the changes in Ying Yi's blood and qi, and quickly thought that Ying Yi's cultivation of the "Big Red Robe" secret technique had ended in the past few days, so he asked just now.

Just now, he only roughly felt the changes in Ying Yi's blood qi, and at this time, he condensed the blood qi of his whole body outside his body, and the gray-robed man naturally felt the demonic blood and qi power, and his attention to Ying Yi was even more aggravated.

As his blood and qi became more and more condensed, the color of Yingyi's big red robe became more and more vivid, and he would look for the gray-robed man to test the results of his cultivation after each practice, so the gray-robed man knew his progress well.

Although it was only a few months, Ying Yi's practice of the "big red robe" secret technique has advanced by leaps and bounds, even the gray-robed man feels a lot of pressure, such a secret technique is simply unheard of, and Ying Yi's cultivation speed is even more terrifying, and even once the gray-robed man had the idea of erasing Ying Yi, after all, such a person is a great danger to countless people.

It's just that the old servant next to Ying Yi made him jealous, and Ying Yi also saved his life anyway, so this thought quickly disappeared from his mind.

At this time, seeing that Ying Yi's cultivation of the "big red robe" was over, the gray-robed man knew that even if he had that kind of thought again, the success of his actions would be reduced to the extreme, not that Ying Yi's current strength could already compete with him, but that it was impossible for him to break Ying Yi's defense and kill him instantly, which led to the fact that the old servant he was extremely afraid of could have enough time to save Ying Yi.

Even though the two of them have gotten along very well in the past three months, the gray-robed man knows that Yingyi is not casually handing over his life to others, although the old servant is not here at this time, but the gray-robed man can be sure that he is always paying attention to the movements here, even if the heartbeat of the two maids around him changes instantaneously, the old servant can easily sense it. (To be continued.) )