Chapter 833 Xuanming Demon

Qi Shifeng finished today's cleaning work, took out his notes and charcoal blocks, and sat silently in the corner to draw a diagram of the human body's veins.

He was the adopted son of a former martial artist of the Golden Sword Sect. With the death of that martial artist and several close elders, his status in the Golden Sword Sect plummeted. In order to learn martial arts, he had to work as a handyman in order to stay in the Golden Sword Sect.

Jin Jianmen listens to the martial arts taught by the masters.

Suddenly, a boot appeared in front of me.

Before he could get out of the way, the boot kicked him in the chest and kicked him away. The handwriting in his hand also crashed and fell far away.

"Hey - look, a handyman is still reading a book?"

All he saw was the boot stepping on his notebook.

"Isn't a person with a broken vein worthy of learning from our Golden Sword Sect?"

He stepped hard several times and tore the note into pieces.

"Okay, Third Brother, what do you have to say to a stupid boy?"

"Yes, he is a madman. I heard that he was in school and asked the teacher why peaches fell to the ground instead of flying to the sky. Why can we walk on the ground instead of upside down - this is not

Something that only an idiot would ask? This is common sense in the world."

"Yes. This is a fool. You don't have to be as knowledgeable as him. A useless person who can't practice martial arts still plans to create his own martial arts? It's a joke. The martial arts are all given by the elders. How can he study it by himself? What is his realm, the master of the sect?

What realm? The sect leader doesn’t dare to create his own martial arts, how can a mere handyman do it?”

A few people walked away while chatting and laughing.

Qi Shifeng silently got up and picked up the broken notes on the ground.

Except for the human body map he recently studied, which was in disarray, the first few pages were well preserved.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, held back the tears in his eyes, and silently comforted himself in his heart.

"Fortunately, these precious questions of mine have not been damaged. I will definitely find the opportunity and answer these questions."

Ding--

A voice sounded in my head.

"It's not a day late for a gentleman to take revenge. After ten years of temporary infusion of the "Spirit Swallowing Technique", he immediately got up to take revenge and broke the legs of all the people just now.

"The mission is completed, the temporary skills are completely and permanently fixed, and I will be rewarded with a "Spirit Swallowing Technique" and three Foundation Establishment Pills.

"Whether to accept?"

Ignoring the voice in his head, Qi Shifeng carefully unfolded the wrinkled pages of the book little by little.

Wet with tears, you can vaguely see the problems above.

"Why does the sun rise in the east?"

"Why is the sun bigger when it is in the east and smaller when it is at midheaven? Does this mean that the sun is further away from us at noon? But if the sun is further away from us at noon, why does it feel hotter?"

He had asked many elders of the Golden Sword Sect, including the current sect leader, about this kind of strange question. But many people thought that he was making trouble unreasonably.

But Qi Shifeng really wants to explore and know what is the truth behind these common senses?

"Why, why can these people regard all this as common sense without studying the truth behind it?"

The boy was a little confused.

Am I the only one who is different in this world?

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

In addition to his tears, the rain in the air gradually wetted his notes.

He quickly put away his notes and hurriedly found a place to take shelter from the rain.

…

Outside the Golden Sword Gate.

He stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at the cold rain falling in the sky.

Fu Xuanxing held an umbrella on one side, thinking secretly.

I just came here to find someone to spread the Taoism, but it was so ceremonial. It had to rain and you asked me to hold an umbrella?

But my sixth brother's bad temper... haha ​​- I'm too lazy to talk about him.

Holding an umbrella and walking into the Golden Sword Gate.

As if they could not see the two of them, Yiying's disciples let them pass through the atrium and arrived at the small dilapidated courtyard where Qi Shifeng took shelter from the rain.

There are endless strings of silver beads hanging from the eaves.

The boy sat on the threshold, relying on the faint light from the dim sky to continue studying his meridian map.

The reason why he is unable to practice martial arts is very simple. Half of the acupoints in his body are naturally closed and cannot channel internal energy.

Regardless of the techniques from the Golden Sword Sect's classics, the techniques from other nearby martial arts sects, including the techniques that his adoptive father and others had searched for for him, they all involved many closed acupuncture points and could not be practiced.

Therefore, the boy decided to create a martial arts method that did not require walking through so many acupoints.

Nowadays, he would rather work as a handyman in the Golden Sword Sect than stay. He is observing every martial arts cultivator in the Golden Sword Sect, watching their movements and eavesdropping on the explanations of the masters in the school.

Through all this, coupled with the martial arts skills taught to him by his adoptive father, he has already memorized them by heart.

He already has a general idea.

At this time, he heard footsteps and saw two unknown but handsome young men walking into the courtyard.

"You two are——"

He quickly stood up and shouted loudly.

These two people are dressed in extraordinary clothes and are either rich or noble. Are they guests of the Golden Sword Sect, or...

He wanted to attract others, but his voice did not reach the courtyard.

Even the rain falling from the sky seemed to be affected by some kind of force and could no longer fall into this dilapidated courtyard.

All the rainwater accumulated over the courtyard, forming a puddle.

When the boy saw this scene, his eyes widened and he murmured to himself.

"Innate strength?"

Laughter suddenly broke out, and Fu Xuanxing said: "This is not the innate true energy that the martial arts cultivators here have developed. This is immortality, Taoism. We are immortal cultivators."

Cultivation?

The boy heard his adoptive father mention that above the martial arts sect, there are several foundation-building ancestors who are said to practice immortality.

"We came here specifically to find you."

He looked at the boy, and the more he looked at him, the more satisfied he became.

Not only is his qualifications good, but his mind is also quite in line with his own standards.

With a move of his hand, the note flew into his hand.

Looking at the scrawled words composed of charcoal traces, Fu suddenly recalled the book "One Hundred Thousand Whys" he once had.

"The beginning of the day is as big as a car hood, and the middle of the day is like a pan. If it is small far away and large near, why is it cold in the morning and hot in the afternoon?"

He smiled and said: "I won't be the only one thinking about such a question. There are also the circulation of stars, the rise and fall of the sun and the moon, and the gravity of the earth..."

He said to Fu Xuanxing: "Look, this is what normal children look like. You people who have eliminated all curiosity and only follow the rules have long lost their innate spirituality."

Follow the rules? Me?

You actually commented that I am a well-behaved child? Is this the love and care of my brother?

Continuing to complain in his heart, Fu Xuanxing smiled but did not say a word.

People like you are normal, and none of us in the world are considered normal.

Fu stretched out his hand. A rubbing of his childhood diary appeared in his hand and handed it to the boy.

"Look, this is something from my childhood. I have cast a spell that you can understand."

The boy took it and took a look. On it was a wild grass that was more heroic and majestic than himself.

In this notebook, I record the many doubts that I have been confused about. They are still incomprehensible to me.

For example, what is the principle of the art of transformation, can it transform people into the way of heaven?

For another example, after animal intercourse after transformation, will a human or an animal be born?

…

Although he didn't understand a lot, when he read this book, he keenly realized that the person in front of him was his "same kind".

"Sir, do you also think about these questions? Are you still thinking about these questions now? Do you have an answer?"

"Of course, I have found the answers to these questions, but I won't tell you them all."

He paused deliberately and saw the disappointment in the boy's eyes, but then he regained his composure.
To be continued...