When Leng Jicang and Leng Qingqiu came to Yi Weiyi's side, Yi Weiyi was not asleep, he was standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back. Looking at the falling flowers outside the window, he looked sad, and when he saw Leng Qingqiu and Leng Ji Cang coming towards him, he hurriedly covered up his sad emotions and said, "Senior Leng, Aunt Leng, you are here." ”

Leng Qingqiu walked quickly to Yi Weiyi's side, with a happy face, and said: "Yi'er, we have developed an antidote to the poison of the corpse pill and Zhong Huamei, I will give it to you now, recuperate for a few days, and you can fully recover." ”

Yi Weiyi heard Leng Qingqiu say this, and he was very happy in his heart, the sadness just now could not be traced on his face at all, and he said thank you to Leng Jicang and Leng Qingqiu several times.

Leng Jicang and Leng Qingqiu poured the antidote they developed into Yi Weiyi's palm, took warm water, and let Yi Weiyi take it, Yi Weiyi felt much better after taking the antidote, and his face gradually turned from pale to dark red.

Leng Jicang looked at Yi Weiyi in front of him, as if he remembered something, he repeatedly told Yi Weiyi: "You have to remember not to practice luck these days, and you can only practice martial arts after you have solved the acupoint." ”

Yi Weiyi knew that Leng Jicang was worried about his physical condition, and during the period of time he was taking care of Leng Jicang and Leng Qingqiu, he was really very grateful in his heart, and deep down in his heart, he wanted to repay them, but he didn't know what he could do for them, because at this time his identity was a patient, he just nodded again and again, maybe in his heart, listening to them carefully and not letting them worry about it was the easiest way for him to repay them at present.

Three days have passed, Yi Weiyi's body has almost recovered, when he was sitting in the courtyard, he thought alone about the martial arts that the master taught him before his death, the more he thought about it, the more he didn't understand why the martial arts secrets that the master taught him before his death were completely different from the Hengshan school martial arts he had learned before, and it could even be said to be the opposite.

He found a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote all the martial arts dictated to him by the master on the paper, he looked at the secrets of martial arts on the paper, and involuntarily practiced, starting up, spreading his palms, and punching, it seemed to be a set of qigong mental methods, and it seemed to be some scattered sword moves, however, after those moves were walked through, Yi Weiyi was surprised to find that the airflow in his body was much smoother.

He practiced according to the moves on the paper, one move at a time, he was like a curious child who wanted to pursue all the mysteries, and suddenly he felt a sharp pain in the position of his body, as if there was a force to break free, he wanted to control that force but was controlled by that force, and the consequences of barely suppressing it were not good, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The red blood splattered on the ground, the same color as the fallen petals, bringing a lot of desolation.

Yi Weiyi sat down on the stone bench, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he felt that the air flow of his own body was much smoother, the feeling of being suppressed in the meridians was gone, and his whole person's qi and blood were much better.

After resting for a while, he practiced according to the martial arts on the paper, among the moves, there were some strange sword moves, he broke off a dead branch as a long sword in his hand and swung it, blood-red petals, accompanied by smart sword moves, flew together.

It is a very beautiful picture, Yi Weiyi, who is fluttering in his clothes, frequently changes his sword moves in the rain of petals, his figure is charming, the red petals are like mottled bloodstains, one white and one red, the colors are distinct, giving people a strong sense of color contrast, at this time Yi Weiyi's hand does not seem to be a withered branch that is easy to break, but a sharp sword, which has the power to destroy everything.

After a few moves, the withered branches came to an abrupt end with the remnants, the sword moves on the paper had been practiced, and the eight pieces of paper with martial arts secrets were visible at a glance under Yi Weiyi's eyes, and Yi Weiyi put away the withered branches and stood, exactly the same as the posture when he collected the sword.

Yi Weiyi put away the paper, put it in his arms, and carefully wanted to treasure a treasure, he carefully recalled the martial arts he had just practiced, it turned out that the master taught him a total of two sets of martial arts before his death, one is the internal strength of the mind, complete. One set is swordsmanship, incomplete.

Yi Weiyi sat in the courtyard covered with fallen flowers, the flying flowers fell, like a dead butterfly, his mind was still immersed in the unknown martial arts dictated to him by the master, he had never seen these two kinds of martial arts, but he knew very well in his heart that these two sets of martial arts would definitely not be the martial arts of the Hengshan faction, because with his own understanding of the martial arts of the Hengshan faction, he knew that the cultivation and attainments of these two sets of martial arts were far above the martial arts of the Hengshan faction.

The birds in the distance chirped a few times, a round slowly fell, and the night fell, prompting Yi Weiyi that the time was not early, Yi Weiyi discarded the dead branches in his hand aside, put away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, he felt a little tired, and he needed to rest when he was tired, which was common sense.

He walked briskly towards the house, and hastily ended the very ordinary but meaningful day of his life, which was not in a hurry.

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