After Ye Liuyun and Teacher Fei Jie left, Fan Xian sat alone by the sea for a long time. There was no sign of a big boat in the sea, and his eyes were still focused on the endless sea. . He sat in a strange posture, hugging his knees, like a very cute little boy, but in fact, everyone knew that Fan Xian could not be a simple little boy.
The two strands of zhenqi in the body were slowly circulating and flowing, and the zhenqi that had been aroused by Ye Liuyun's deliberate release of energy before was moving rapidly through the sky in a relatively stable and harmonious way. For him, this moment seemed to be an opportunity, a kind of aura that suddenly appeared due to a change in his mind and emotions around him, and lightly reflected in his heart.
Fan Xian closed his eyes, and naturally stretched his palms out in the rain, allowing the rain to hit his palms.
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After a long time, the palms of Fan Xian's hands were still as dry and smooth as usual. It seemed that the rain would never be able to truly fall on his palms and wet any inch of his skin.
Fan Xian's palm was covered with a faint layer of true energy, which was released from each pore and flowed back from each pore, forming an extremely thin but very interesting circuit. It was exactly what he had practiced since he was a child, that weird and completely useless method...
Of course, this method made him a master climber in this world. He has climbed the imperial palace, the Western Mountain, and many dangerous places that humans can't imagine. However, compared to the six full years of time and energy he had devoted to this when he was a teenager, this kind of achievement really seems very uneconomical.
Wu Zhu didn't correct him back then—everyone knows that Wu Zhu doesn't know internal strength.
But today's feeling is different, there seems to be a subtle and subtle difference from before. Fan Xian slowly opened his eyes, wiped the rain from his face, stared blankly at his palm, and remained silent for a long time.
Being able to make true energy out of the range of the body and become a sharp weapon that can hurt people is a very powerful state in itself, but it is not an unattainable state. As long as you practice to a certain extent, plus enough The clever luck method, the strong can barely do this.
In particular, Fan Xian had seen Ye Liuyun's Sanshou with his own eyes. The Grandmaster's fingers bloomed like dried plums, and his fingertips burst out with qi, piercing the air in an instant. On the beach under the cliff in Danzhou, thousands of plum blossom pits were drawn. In the past, this kind of pointing qi is already the highest state for human beings to break through the limitations of the physical body and release energy outside the body.
However, Fan Xian felt a different taste today, a completely different taste. He was lost in thought in the wind and rain. The rain dripped down his cheeks along his smooth hair, and was blown away a little by the strong wind by the sea.
When the innocence skillfully left the body for a while and returned with the body, it seemed that there was something extra. With Fan Xian's state of mind, he couldn't detect something extra at all, but he sensed it.
After being amazed, he suddenly became puzzled. The total amount of all things in the world is equal, and the amount of true energy that is released in the body will be withdrawn. It is Fan Xian's unique skill to be able to recover, but... how can there be more? Doesn't that mean that you don't need to meditate, you just need to continue to circulate the zhenqi in this way, and you can make your body more and more zhenqi
Where did the extra qi come from
Fan Xian's pupils shrank slightly, and even his fingertips trembled. He vaguely knew that he might have touched a door that no one had ever thought about, thought about, or reached before, and behind that door what is it
Why is there such a sudden change? When Fan Xian sensed an opportunity in his mind, he took this opportunity and sat quietly in the wind and rain by the sea. What is this opportunity? Is it Ye Liuyun from the sea? Is it the death of Si Gu Jian who looked at the sea? Is it the bewilderment when parting from relatives
Fan Xian was at a loss, and then began to calmly sort out the past of the day and night. He had to find out what the reason was so that he could know what color the door was and who opened it in front of him.
It was not difficult to carry out this work, because he came to Dongyi City from Shijia Village and stayed in the sword house overnight. The two booklets that were most likely to cause changes, especially the latter booklet, were written in a strange language. A booklet of transliterated words.
Fan Xian had already given this booklet to Teacher Fei Jie to take him back to the mysterious Western Continent, but he had completely memorized the contents of the booklet in his mind. Although I still don't know the meaning of many of the above words, I still understand the meaning of a few of them.
Those few words didn't look like incantations, but more like a poem that I had seen in my previous life, something like Dante's Divine Comedy.
Italian was born out of Latin? Fan Xian frowned, sitting in the wind and rain in distress, but he couldn't remember the knowledge that had been forgotten long ago. He only remembered that Italian had many dialects, and the real writing was inseparable from Dante's Divine Comedy.
Could it be that those few sentences were imprinted in my heart, allowing me to subconsciously mobilize my mind during the process of exercising my true energy, thus creating such a weird situation now
spell? Fan Xian stood up slowly, frowning, looking at the blue water with no boats and only sea wind and rain, as if he wanted to see the mainland on the other side of the sea.
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I love you, this bright spring wind.
I use my whole heart and soul to feel every jumping spring in the air.
To be close to you, to be with you.
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This is poetry, not magic spells. Fan Xian stood in the rain in a daze, still insisting on his own judgment, but it was obvious that these poetic language made him learn something and feel something. In the air outside the body that should be empty, is there really the so-called vitality of heaven and earth? And I was in the process of exercising my skills before, and I added a touch of poetic intentions when I returned, so what did I absorb back
He took two steps on the beach in a hurry, and his body turned twice on the shore of the East China Sea in the wind and rain. He looked at the air around him, looked at the rain around him, squinted his eyes, shining light, It seems to want to find that elusive thing from all these transparent or natural things.
But nothing.
Too many speculations, doubts and judgments flooded into Fan Xian's mind in an instant, which made him a little embarrassed. He snorted and rubbed the center of his brows.
The book is a relic left by Master Ku He. From Si Gu Jian's occasional words, it can be known that this former Northern Qi State Master was very interested in Western weak spells, and even showed his skills on Dadong Mountain.
But it's all in Italian, no matter how amazing and talented that national teacher is, he probably won't be able to, so how did he practice it? What exactly has he accomplished
There is also the collection of poems that may be related to spells, which is also weird in itself. It seems to be a long time ago, and it should be long before Ku He was born. It is probably a senior on this continent who accidentally came into contact with the western continent. The essence of the spell, and thus forcibly wrote down these words.
Fan Xian suddenly regretted that he should not have handed over this pamphlet to his teacher in such a hurry to take him to the far western continent. Who is the predecessor, and then dig down into history from that line.
With the rain dripping down his face, Fan Xian suddenly laughed in relief, and shook his head self-deprecatingly, thinking that under the strong pressure, he had indeed lost his temper—the victory or defeat on Mount Dadong has proved that no matter how hard it is, No matter how much Master He has practiced and how much he has mastered this weird method, after all, there is still no essential change, and he is still defeated by His Majesty.
Spells, spells, may not be as tasteless as people imagine, but they can't be a sharp weapon that changes everything.
Fan Xian looked back in a low voice, left the beach, and walked towards Dongyi City in the rain. Si Gu Jian had passed away, and the entire Dongyi City must be in mourning and despair at this moment. At this moment, he had to go back, meet the disciples of Jian Hut, and control the situation here.
Little did he know, he had missed a very precious opportunity, a chance that might have opened that door. No matter on this continent or on that continent, this kind of opportunity is extremely rare and only occasionally appears. Once it passes away, one does not know how long it will take to seize such an opportunity.
Fortunately, such illusory things as chance and luck are always related to the perseverance and curiosity of human beings. With Fan Xian's diligence and desire to explore, presumably the time for him to touch this door again should be shorter.
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There is white smoke rising from the depths of the thatched cottage. This white smoke is not cooking smoke, nor is it the pungent smell of smoke from burning fallen leaves in deep autumn. The people of Dongyi City all looked in that direction in fear, and some of them even knelt down and kowtowed towards that direction.
Most people already know the news of Master Juggernaut's death.
Fan Xian walked to the door of the Sword Hut, and all the disciples around the Sword Hut glared at him, the fire of hatred burning in their eyes was enough to melt him down. With Fan Xian's strong will, it was still unavoidable to feel palpitations in this situation.
He knew where the sword hut disciples' hatred came from, because Si Gu Jian had originally died under the insidious attack of His Majesty the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty and Ye Liuyun, the Great Master of the Qing Kingdom, and he, the powerful official of the Qing Kingdom, had undoubtedly become A substitute for being hated.
However, Fan Xian didn't have time to think about how to ease the emotions of these sword hut disciples. He just looked at the white smoke in the depths of the hut, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. With raging firewood, he stepped forward very simply and sprinkled a handful of things into the fire.
The color of the flames suddenly changed, and the remains of the great master in the fire were no longer visible.
Following Fan Xian's action, Chi Chi's sword intent spread across the depths of the sword hut. Eleven long swords surrounded his body, and the sword intent revealed like a snake's light. He would stab Fan Xian to death on the spot at any moment.
The thirteen sons of Jian Hut, except Yun Zhilan and Wang Shisanlang who were kneeling at the front, were all irritated by Fan Xian's action.
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Fan Xian felt the bone-piercing cold sword intent, and he didn't dare to make any big moves, because he knew that even if His Majesty came here in person, he would have to consider whether to temporarily Avoiding the front, as for myself, I don't even have a chance to fight back.
He looked at Yun Zhilan who was kneeling in front of him and said, "The smoke is poisonous, I don't want the white smoke to kill half of the people in Dongyi City."
When he saw the white smoke, Fan Xian jumped up in fear. He never imagined that the disciples of the Sword House would cremate Sigu Jian's remains so simply as he sat by the sea for a while. After all, in his memory, this area There is no habit of cremation in mainland China.
Sigu Jian's remains were poisonous, highly poisonous, and the poison hadn't been planted by Mr. Fei Jie. It was impossible to ossify the body, and resisted the injury of the emperor's kingly punch for three full years.
Of course, when this toxin is burned by the flames, it is not as terrible as Fan Xian said, but it is better to be careful.
And Fan Xian secretly prepared some means for Sigu Jian's injury, and those medicines were just the right thing for the situation.
Hearing Fan Xian's explanation, Yun Zhilan, who was kneeling at the very front, didn't get up, didn't look back, but just raised his right arm.
The sword body returned to the sheath, and the sword light returned to the plain. In just a moment, the peaceful and sad atmosphere around the sword mound returned. Several sword boys were crying and adding firewood to the fire. Thirteen second-generation disciples of Jianlu knelt down before the fire.
Looking at this scene, Fan Xian was extremely moved, knowing that after Si Gu Jian's death, Yun Zhilan undoubtedly possessed the highest prestige in the entire Sword House.
Thirteen swords, how much terrifying power is this, if the hand holding these swords is my own hand, that would be great.
Fan Xian frowned slightly, looking at the fire, thinking about this question in his heart.
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At dusk, Yun Zhilan entered the room, holding a small urn wrapped in cloth, and handed the urn to Fan Xian with an indifferent face, saying, "Although I don't understand what Master means, since he wants me to Give it to you, and I will give it to you."
Fan Xian took it with both hands solemnly, and found that the small urn was still lukewarm. Thinking of the ashes of Si Gu Jian not yet cold inside, he felt very strange in his heart.
Yun Zhilan knelt down in front of him slowly, and said, "The twelve swords in Jianlu will be handed over to Your Excellency according to the master's order."
Fan Xian's pupils shrunk and shone slightly.
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