On the moon, a few people were cooking tea and discussing martial arts in the courtyard, which was so comfortable.

Listening to several old-timers in the martial arts world talk about their own cultivation experience, Jiang Ming had a lot of insights.

After bidding farewell to Wang Zhengfeng and the Jiang family, he returned to his new house.

Feng Pei'er was lying on the bed with her eyes open, looking at the top of her head with her eyes faint.

Jiang Ming ignored 'her', but began to meditate on the bed after washing, and the internal force of the silkworm kept running in the meridians in the body. The process of the past wars kept flashing in his mind.

He closed his eyes and meditated, bursts of brilliance on his body, a halo like water waves spreading outward, and the whole room was filled with a faint light.

In the Tianxuan Continent, in terms of martial arts comprehension, Jiang Ming, who has the Mall of Ten Thousand Evils, can be said to be one of the best existences. But in martial arts, in fact, his perception is pitiful. If you don't have a clear understanding of martial arts in your heart, it's equivalent to having no soul in martial arts moves.

It was a long time before he opened his eyes, and he felt a sense of freedom and freedom. He came to the courtyard and lay down on a wicker chair, looking up at the stars in the night sky.

Since getting the mall, it seems that there have been no setbacks, but in fact, there is a turbulent undercurrent, not to mention Feng Yinghan, the two are still standing in the same boat for the time being. In the distance, he knew that a formidable opponent awaited him. And the identity of that person seems to be extremely unsimple.

He had already thought about it when he was exercising just now, if he wanted to improve his cultivation in the future, he would no longer be able to cultivate step by step.

blindly improves the cultivation of martial arts, but the martial arts realm is sluggish, and the gap between him and others will become more and more obvious the more he goes.

Jiang Ming's right hand was raised lightly, and a sword qi out of his body broke through the air, striking the flowers not far away. He was shocked in his heart, the life essence in his body seemed to be more natural, and it was working more smoothly.

His cultivation had actually improved at this moment.

"It seems that I have to thank Wang Zhengfeng for those old guys. ”

He raised his hand again, aiming at a redwood a few meters away, and the sword qi pointed out, and the light green sword qi under the night sky was connected between the trunk of the redwood tree and his arm, like divine light.

His arms kept shaking, sawdust flew, and two words appeared on the trunk: Martial Saint!

The two words are like iron hooks and silver strokes, vigorous and powerful.

The corners of Jiang Ming's mouth rose slightly, and he really gained a lot from the martial arts discussion at night. In the past, if he carved words on the trunk of the tree with his internal strength like today, I am afraid that he would have razed the garden on his face to the ground, but now he can send and receive it from his heart, and the sword qi out of his body is like his own arm, and he is so powerful.

It took him a long time before he calmed down and began to ponder how to cultivate in the future.

The stars are dotted, and the moonlight is like water.

Jiang Ming lay on the rattan chair, his heart was quiet, thinking about the essence of cultivation. Use the body as the carrier to accumulate, bear and control the power of oneself or the outside world, break through the shackles of the body, and achieve self-sublimation......

He got up from the wicker chair, paced slowly in the courtyard for a few steps, stopped and said to himself: "My appearance is indeed not bad, I know that I am here to die, but I still have to risk my life to peek." ”

There was silence in the night sky, except for the flickering candlelight on the corner tower in the rear.

"Hee-hee, shameless guy. ”

After a long while, a laughter like a silver bell suddenly sounded, flickering left and right, making it impossible to distinguish the source of the sound.

"The little three-turned-martial artist actually called the martial saint in vain. A figure suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Ming. She is dressed in a pink dress, willow eyebrows and beautiful eyes, the bridge of her nose is straight, her small mouth is ruddy like a cherry, full of joy, her crisp breasts are high and upturned, the willow waist is less than a hand, the little buttocks that are upturned are beginning to see the scale, and the slender legs set off the infinite graceful grace of the figure, like a newly bloomed lotus flower, floating in the center of the clear water.

Hong Kexin didn't know when she changed her tattered clothes, and her whole temperament changed drastically.

Jiang Ming lay down on the rattan chair again disappreliantly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said with a smile: "You didn't deny what I said, but focused on the two words engraved on the tree, I can think, do you admit that I look good?"

"What's the use of being good-looking? It's not like a femme fatale. Hong Kexin sat generously in front of Jiang Ming, looking curiously at the corner tower behind him.

The corner tower is painted with flying beams, and there are big red lanterns hanging everywhere, which makes people feel happy to look at.

"Yes, the most poisonous woman's heart. Jiang Ming pointed to the tea set on the table, "If you don't mind, can you help me make a cup of tea?" ”

Hong Kexin rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "You're not afraid that I will poison you in the tea?"

"Don't be afraid, the most poisonous woman's heart. Again, he stressed.

"Don't you ask who I am?" Hong Kexin cleaned the tea set while lighting the charcoal fire in the furnace with flint.

"You certainly don't admire the Qinglou woman I specially sent to the door to dedicate herself, because I have already married a family; in addition, a very sensational thing happened in the capital today, the imperial court executed a few beggars, and it was my own handwriting that sent these beggars to Huangquan, if you guessed correctly, you are a little beggar of the beggar gang, and your status is not low. ”

Jiang Ming paused and glanced at her, "So, it should be a good choice for me to leave you in the mansion." ”

"Are you so confident, Martial Saint?" Hong Kexin glanced at Jiang Ming amusedly, the water in the stove was already boiling, and the white mist was steaming, making her elf-like face a little hazy.

Jiang Ming's heart was slightly cold, and the aura of Wang Zhengfeng and Old Man Chen was getting farther and farther away from the Jiang family.

"I hope you beggars are well prepared, and don't let them come back in the end. As for between us, I can't afford to lose. ”

"Hee-hee, I want to see your disgraced face. At this moment, Hong Kexin moved, her movements were as fast as a ghost, and she was many times faster than lightning. A dazzling palm shadow instantly enveloped Jiang Ming.

"What a quick palm. Jiang Ming, who was lying in the rocking chair, looked slightly moved, and whispered to himself: "Is this the beggars' getaway?"

Leisurely travel, there are a total of 36 strokes of the palm method, the number of moves is quite similar to the martial arts of the Peach Blossom Island faction, when the display is like a swallow eagle jumping, the posture is very elegant and smart, the moves have along the door of the dervish, see people stretch out their hands, travel around the sea, rice to reach out and so on. It is one of the mastery of the beggar gang.

Hong Kexin flashed in a flash, and her elegant right palm hit Jiang Ming's chest, and her strong internal strength directly shattered all the tea sets on the table.

Jiang Ming quickly moved to the side, dodging her fierce attack, and then leaned over and took out a cold long knife from his sleeve and threw it at Hong Kexin, who was in the air.

The Bloodthirsty Knife exudes a strange blood-color, as strange and terrifying as the scythe of the Grim Reaper.

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