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At night, the front of the Hengyuezong Hall was full of swaying figures.
Although they are all monks and can use their spiritual power to relieve drunkenness, too many people still don't want to do this. They still enjoy this feeling when they are rarely drunk.
I don't know how long it took before the figures all over the mountain gradually left.
However, Ye Chen and the other nine people did not return to their respective mountain peaks. Instead, they were taken to an underground palace by Yang Dingtian.
At this moment, they were standing in front of a huge stone door. The stone door was sealed and exuded an ancient atmosphere. It was densely covered with runes. There were two Supreme Elders guarding the door.
"What a mysterious aura." Ye Chen took a look and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Uncle Master, what kind of place is this?" Here, Situ Nan had already recovered from his drunkenness, glanced at Shimen, and then hid his gaze on Yang Dingtian.
"The Palace of Ten Thousand Arts."
"Ten Thousand Arts Palace?" Everyone looked at me and I looked at you. It was not difficult to see from their eyes that they did not know that Heng Yue Sect had such a place.
"The Palace of Ten Thousand Arts has been around since the establishment of the Hengyue Sect." Knowing that everyone was doubtful, Yang Dingtian smiled gently and said slowly, "This palace gathers the insights and artistic conceptions of our ancestors, Hengyue, mostly about secret arts and mystical arts, but also about cultivation. This understanding is the treasure of our Hengyue Sect.”
"There is such a good place." Everyone's eyes lit up.
"A good place, definitely a good place." The most excited person was Ye Chen, who was already ready to copy many of the mystical secrets in the Palace of All Arts.
Buzz! Buzz!
Here, the huge stone door has slowly opened, and a mysterious aura and a vicissitudes of life surged out.
"Go in! Don't be greedy for more within the nine-day deadline." Yang Dingtian smiled gently.
"Okay!" It was Situ Nan. Before Yang Dingtian could finish his words, he rushed in like a stream of light.
Afterwards, Liu Yi, Nie Feng and Nangong Yue also walked in.
Ye Chen was at the end of the line and walked in.
As soon as he came in, Ye Chen felt his eyes light up. There was a world inside this place, all kinds of strange things, the air was full of mysterious energy, and there were many artistic conceptions intertwined here. He could easily capture them even without using the Immortal Wheel Eye. .
"It's up to you." Situ Nan, who was the first to come in, seemed to have captured a good artistic conception. He had already sat cross-legged on the ground, then closed his eyes and calmly comprehended.
Liu Yi, Nie Feng, and Nangong Yue also found their favorite secret methods, and then sat cross-legged in that place, meditating to comprehend.
Seeing this, Ye Chen was not idle and walked towards the inside.
This Ten Thousand Arts Treasure Palace is huge, and without making any progress, he can see a mysterious aura floating by. Each mysterious aura contains more or less a mysterious artistic conception. Or the understanding of cultivation.
"Hunyuan Seal."
"The palm of creation."
"Ling Xiaozhi."
Along the way, Ye Chen found a lot of artistic conceptions of secret arts, but he never sat down to understand them, because his magical powers were basically useless to him.
Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
Soon, the clang of the sword sounded, making him stop involuntarily.
Ahead, there were thousands of mysterious auras flying back and forth, and each one was extremely sharp. Needless to say, these mysterious auras carried the secret technique of the sword, and there were quite a few of them.
"That's it." Ye Chen walked over in one step, sat cross-legged on the ground, and drew the artistic conception of the sword one by one.
Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
Those mysterious auras carrying the secret skills of the sword seemed to have spirituality. They were drawn by Ye Chen and gathered towards Ye Chen, lingering around him. The clang of the sword was very harsh.
Ye Chen's mind was empty and he was about to escape into the secret realms of swords.
He discovered that the secret techniques contained in these secret realms of swords include attack, defense, and integrated techniques. Although each has its own merits, they all lead to the same goal through different paths and are endlessly mysterious.
"It's really good." A smile appeared on Ye Chen's lips, and he was completely immersed in it.
Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner. Each of the nine true disciples were entangled in a field, meditating and comprehending. The palace of all arts became extremely peaceful.
... ... .....
Jade Girl Peak, Jade Girl Pavilion.
Chu Xuan'er sat there, holding her cheek with one hand, looking at Chu Ling'er beside her, and said with a smile, "My good sister, aren't you going to say something?"
"Oh sister, do you insist on holding on to this matter?" Chu Ling'er's face turned red with embarrassment.
"It's not that I'm holding on to you, you have to express your stance on this matter!"
"What kind of expression..." Chu Ling'er's cheeks turned redder, she couldn't help but lower her head, and she hesitated when speaking.
"Ling'er, don't pretend to be confused!" Chu Xuan'er smiled again, stood up, and thought about walking outside, "I'll give you a few days to think about it. If you agree, sister, I will prepare the wedding for you right away."
wedding!
Hearing these two words, Chu Ling'er couldn't help but raise her head, looked at Chu Xuan'er who was walking away, pursed her lips, and murmured softly, "But sister, he clearly likes you."
... ... ... ... .
Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
In the Wanshu Palace, Ye Chen has been sitting there for three days.
During this time, he never got up.
During this period, he continued to draw in the mysterious energy, capture the artistic conception inside, and comprehend it calmly.
In the artistic conception, Ye Chen continues to evolve, using the Immortal Wheel Eye to deduce the mysteries of many sword techniques, thereby finding their origins. It is easy to find the essence of the complex words into simplicity.
"For defense, there are Innate Gangqi and Bagua Formation. For single attack, there are Wind God Technique and Eight Desolations Slash. What I have is the great magical power for group attack." Ye Chen kept murmuring with his eyes closed.
"With so many sword secret arts, is it possible to mix them into one secret technique?"
"The sword, the first of a hundred weapons, is elegant and sharp."
"I want to forge the method of ten thousand swords, turn one sword into ten thousand swords, and turn ten thousand swords into one."
"Wanjian, Chaozong."
"It's you." A smile appeared on Ye Chen's lips again.
This time, his mind kept wandering among the artistic conceptions of many swords, mixing the essences of many sword secrets together, and deduced and evolved them through the Immortal Wheel Eye.
He sat there for another three days.
On the sixth day, changes occurred around his body. There was sword energy lingering and the clanking of swords. And it was not the clanking of one sword, but many swords clanking, which was very harsh.
On the seventh day, he slowly got up, but still did not open his eyes.
Zheng!
With the clang of the sword, the Chixiao Sword appeared in his hand, and he danced it slowly.
Next, it is a long process.
While immersed in the artistic conception of the sword, he wielded the Chixiao Sword. His movements were sometimes slow and sometimes swift, his sword was sometimes silent and sometimes clanking, and his sword moves were sometimes sharp and sometimes dull.
In this way, another two days passed quietly.
"It's the last day, let's go." Situ Nan was the first to stand up, but he was still in a good mood. It seemed that he had learned a good secret technique during the nine days in the Wanshu Palace.
"What a blessing!" Shi Yan also stood up.
"I feel like my whole mood has been sublimated." Ye Ruxue also finished, walking slowly with a smile as bright as a flower. Judging from her expression, it seemed that she had not been idle during these nine days, and had learned a good secret technique. .
"Let's go!" From other directions, Liu Yi, Nie Feng and Nangong Yue also walked over, all in a good mood.
"Eh? Ye Chen!" Everyone gathered together, Situ Nan scanned around, but did not find Ye Chen.
Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
When everyone was surprised, the clang of swords sounded from the depths of the Wanshu Palace. It seemed that many swords were screaming at the same time, which was very harsh.
"Could it be that boy?"
"Go over and have a look."