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Xi Feng nodded happily.

In the Daoist Sect, the foundation building skill required the most spiritual. For example, the cultivator had a kind nature and was extremely intelligent. He would often reach a state beyond the ordinary and enter the sage realm.

Daoist Xian Feng had been practicing martial arts since he was fifteen and had been practicing for more than fifty years. What they practiced were all top grade Daoist techniques. All were guided by respiration. The eyesight of both eyes was different from that of ordinary people. Night can see. Grabbing things in the dark was like taking out an object from a bag.

However, his senses had yet to reach a certain level. He could not help but feel some regret. He saw the glint in the book sword's eyes. This kind of talent was truly one in a million. Even though he was young, Daoist Xian Feng was still overjoyed.

"The book sword, once the breathing and breathing process is complete and smooth, I will channel the Qi of my Dantian into my eyes," he said as he extended a finger. What did you see? "

"Finger."

"Close your eyes and think for a moment. What else do you have?"

He closed his eyes and felt the air rush into them. A wave of heat swam in his eyes, gushing out. The heat was unstoppable. He hurriedly rubbed his eyes. Suddenly. Through the gaps between his fingers, he could see a brilliant light. Master's fingers were like a pillar holding up the sky. The back was colorful.

After the dazzling light, he could vaguely see a market, a cart, and a carrying pole. A vegetable seller, a cloth seller... Everything.

The book sword was shocked. Could it be that an illusion appeared in front of his eyes? He rubbed his eyes. The surroundings returned to normal. I can't see anything.

The book sword once again focused on the book, and gradually became blurry. He was very surprised and told Daoist Master Xian Feng what had just happened.

"I was right about you. The scene just now was not an illusion, but the real Plum Blossom Village Market. Think carefully, do you see the words' Plum Blossom Village 'in the scene you saw?"

The entrance to the market really did have the name of the Village of Beans and Flowers.

"Master, yes. At the crossroads of the village, there was a stone tablet standing by the side of the road. "The words written on it are 'Dou Hua Village'."

"But, but why can't I see it now?"

Chu Feng was overjoyed, "Then I'll have to congratulate you. The Heavenly Vision Technique has its own rudiments, and your body's vital energy and blood haven't been able to circulate freely, so you can't see it sometimes. This is a normal occurrence."

The Brilliant Wind Daoist shines brilliantly, "To think that the realm this poor Taoist has pursued throughout his life has been achieved by you, little kid, in a single day. "He really is a genius."

He continued, "Book Sword, I will teach you the breathing and guidance technique. Once you've broken through the Small Circulatory Cycle Revolution, you will be able to freely use the Heavenly Vision Technique."

Over here, Daoist Yifeng saw that the little loach was thin and nimble. Then he would teach him how to shrink his bones. Cultivating the Cloud Water Art with the Taoists.

This cultivation technique was as natural as flowing clouds and flowing water. When it was used against the enemy, its strength was inferior. He could be bullied as much as he could, and he was like a shadow following the shadow. He had used up all of his opponent's energy. He could also protect himself.

The little loach was nimble. Advanced like this. From time to time, he would get praise from Daoist Yifeng.

Spring left and autumn came. The four seasons changed.

The ancient view of the cool breeze difficult to cover up the vicissitudes of life, down in the bean blossom village people, ordinary, kind-hearted, men's farming women knitting. But as time passed, things gradually changed.

It was the sign for Dou Hua Village. Not much. The people here looked old.

Ten years later.

How many decades can life have?

Ten years later, the little loach and the book sword were both handsome and valiant youths.

In these ten years, Daoist Priest Xian Feng had returned to the lake several times, but he was reluctant to part with his book sword. After ten years of practice, the book sword had a deep inner strength. Heaven's Eyes opened. Daoist Xian Feng once again threw in a set of his most proficient Sorrow Fist. The nature of the book sword was kind, displaying the Great Sorrowful Fist to its fullest. Deep like the wind.

The little loach's natural movement skill, running across the roof and running across the spine, as if it was walking on flat ground. Daoist Yi Feng also taught him a unique hidden weapon, "Flying Swallow Darts".

The people of Jianghu said, "Don't let Flying Swallow come. There must be disaster." One could see how powerful the darts were. But the dart is the embodiment of justice. Therefore, those corrupt officials and martial arts scum. The fear of flying darts caused those who heard it to turn pale.

Ten years. The white hair on Aunt Thirteen's head was also faintly discernible. In her heart. Still thinking about Saburo. He was still reminiscing about Stone Cliff Village.

But now, the book sword had grown up. Shi Sanniang felt somewhat gratified.

Daoist Xian Feng brought a message. It was the seventy-fifth birthday of the White Cloud Mountain in Guangdong Province. Invite Wu Lin all the good friends, and inform Yi Feng to bring the two children to open their eyes, Yi Feng's body occasionally feels the chill. He replied. Let the boys go.

And repeatedly told. The rivers and lakes are dangerous. The two little babies must have less trouble. Going out to gain some experience was good as well. Look at the outside world. Over the past ten years, he had lived a boring life of martial arts training. More or less, they had lost a lot of their childhood pleasures.

It was late autumn.

Book Sword and Little Loach said goodbye to Daoist Yifeng, Thirteenth Madame. He was in high spirits as he walked towards the White Cloud Mountain.

The little loach was still small and thin. Her small eyes were charming. There were still two dimples when he smiled. He gave off the impression that he was infinitely evil.

"Brother, guess whether our trip was good or bad?" He took out the scented sachet again. He pondered for a moment. Who would he meet?

They were all seventeen or eighteen years old. The scimitar also had a handsome appearance with sharp eyebrows. A pair of eyes that seemed to be able to see through the autumn water. However, he was usually unsmiling. Only when the little loach asked a question. Only now did he smile to himself.

"What will happen? What do you hope to encounter?" The sword laughed.

At this moment, the maple leaves on both sides of the road were being blown by the autumn wind. Pieces of it floated down.

The little loach caught a leaf. He smiled. "Of course I'd like to see a lot of funny things." He picked up the scented sachet and kissed it. "Ten years of things were still fresh in his mind." And, bro, do you know? This scented sachet belongs to a girl I stole in the past ".

"… …" said Fang Jian with a smile. It's hard to tell that you are still a lover at such a young age. "

While they were talking, the two of them walked up to a tavern.

"Brother, you must be hungry."

How about we take a break before we go?

The book sword understood. "Alright."

The two of them sat down. He called for food. The waiter said, "Little brothers, won't you drink some wine?" The restaurant was filled with new girls' red wine. It was very mellow. Drink some wine and hurry along, and you won't feel cold on the way.

The little loach looked at the book sword, "Give me a pot." "Yes." Master doesn't allow us to drink, and the journey to Mount Baiyun is a long one. You know how it is. "

"Haha, it's fine. Bro, we just want to have a taste. "I won't drink too much."

Although he said that he would not drink it, his heart was still filled with curiosity towards the wine. I can't remember a word or two from the little loach. "Yes." "Then let's drink less."

The waiter brought a pot of Nu Er Hong.

"Here." The little Loach poured out a bowl and handed it to the sword, then poured another bowl for himself. "Wow, what a fragrant Nu Er Hong."

Suddenly, someone shouted from outside the hall, "Bring a jar of good wine, two catties of beef, and a few side dishes. "Be quick, be fast," the voice said in an impatient, rough voice. It appears to be urgent.

The little loach took a sip. The strong aroma of the wine wafted into his nose. The little loach praised the wine.

A figure flashed before his eyes. A few people had already entered the store. They were all dressed in black. The leader of the group had a raspy beard and a hoarse voice. The other three were two tall and one short. Carrying a saber on his back. Silence. They all sat down.

The waiter served the dishes.

The few of them hurriedly focused on eating the wine. Not a word.

Such an atmosphere. This caused the happy atmosphere of the little loach to be reduced a bit.

A moment later. Whirlwind. That jug of wine had been completely emptied by the four of them. The bearded man glanced at the little loach's red hair.

"You're so young, do you really know how to drink?" The voice was hard and determined.

The little Loach was startled and was about to speak. "I suddenly heard someone say something from outside the store." "What a shame. Old Third Miao, are you still going to steal the wine of that young man when you reach your age?"

The voice came from a woman, low and cold. There was also a vague hint of power. It makes you shudder.

The bearded man who was addressed as Old Third Miao was flushed red in the face. After hearing that, his heart trembled. He waved at the other three players. "Master!" "Fuck, we've been very cautious along the way, but we were still caught by them."

The four of them quickly walked out of the store.

"The little mudfish whispered." Brother, what happened? "

The book sword waved his hand. He would wait and see.

They leaned close to the window and looked out.

A masked woman on a large horse could be seen. Behind him were two young women riding white horses, accompanying him on both sides.

The masked woman was dressed in red. He was wearing a black cloak. He held a weird-looking weapon in his hand that was shaped like a ring. Both were sharp. Under the autumn sun. The cold light burned.

"Old Third, you have failed our Alliance Master's request time and time again. I'm afraid that you will not be able to pass through this time."

The muscles on Old Miao's face twitched. He gave a loud laugh as he raised his head to the sky.

"The East has become a demon, and there is not much time left" had become a well-known fact in the martial arts world. I'm not good at it. I can die. But you... Can you guarantee that you won't be like me in the future?

"The masked woman who was called 'Blade Red' pondered for a long time." If I don't kill you, I'll die too. "This is my business. But you don't care. He had killed fourteen people from the west of Xiang City. I won't let you off with this debt.

Third Elder Miao laughed wildly. He signaled the three of them to take action. At the same time, he drew the black blade on his back. "He slashed at a red flower." "Anyways, you're going to die. I'll fight you to the death."

A circle of light flashed in the air. Old Third's blade fell onto the ground with a clang. As for Old Third, blood gushed out from his neck. He didn't even say a word. With his eyes wide open, he fell to the ground and died.

The round blade in Dao Hong's hand flew out again. The other three men in black had not yet unsheathed their black blades. He had already become a ghost under the blade.

The little loach was shocked and the bowl of wine fell to the ground.

In the martial arts world.

So the martial arts world was actually this terrifying …