"When the fifteenth appears, stab the chrysanthemum with a sword?"
When the voice fell, Shangguan Ruofan, the person involved, was feeling very proud, thinking to himself: How is it? It's awesome. I mastered the strongest move of the West Wind Sunset Sword Technique in just one morning. Why don't grandpa praise me more?
Hehe, I’m going to see my brother-in-law later and thank him properly. My brother-in-law is not annoying everywhere, hehe.
Don't you know that at this time, the faces of Mr. Shangguan and Shangguan Tengfeng have already turned into a scapegoat?
One moment, he was very happy that his grandson could create such a shocking move. The next moment, he turned into an angry tiger, stared fiercely at Shangguan Ruofan, and yelled: "Fuck, what kind of bullshit is this?
You have a bad name, but you are still fifteen, chrysanthemum, chrysanthemum is just a hairy flower, fuck your mother, you degrading beast, you have shit out everything I taught you? Damn it, when did the Shangguan family show up?
You shameless thing."
The old man's classic curse words reappeared, and suddenly it was like the Yangtze River bursting its banks, the Yellow River flooding, overwhelming the earth, and moving forward indomitably. The little Shangguan Ruofan opened his mouth to the boss, with a look of grievance and disbelief on his face, and tears fell down. How could he?
I also couldn't understand why such a powerful move and such an vivid formula was scolded and criticized by my grandfather. It was simply unreasonable.
Shangguan Tengfeng and his wife lowered their heads in sweat, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to crawl in: You are saying this, and you are saying that others are insulting to be polite, are you very polite?
At the same time, Shangguan Tengfeng hated his son: "Tell me, tell me, what name did you choose?"
Chang Yufeng knew that she was not feeling well. Seeing her son's head lowered and his little hand holding the sword trembling, she rushed over and hugged the child in her arms.
The old man became more and more angry as he watched. His beard flew in all directions. He pointed at the three of them and shouted: "Go back and copy the poems and books for me a hundred times. Don't leave the house until you finish copying them. It's embarrassing, it's embarrassing..."
Shangguan Tengfeng was famous, so he knew he couldn't stay any longer. With the old man's personality, he might soon enact some unacceptable punishment policy, so he had better run away before he thought about it.
"Beast, why don't you come back with me..." Shangguan Tengfeng walked up to Shangguan Ruofan, glared at his son fiercely, and walked away.
After the family of three left, Mr. Shangguan sat alone on the tiger chair, looking at the open door. After a long cup of tea, he calmed down. After a while, he suddenly became angry and happy.
"Damn, Fifteen, chrysanthemum, you really have a damn image. Although it doesn't sound good, that move coincides with my Shangguan family's West Wind Sunset Sword. No, it's dozens of times better.
, Well, if it weren’t for the guidance of an expert, it wouldn’t be wrong to include this move in the West Wind Sunset Sword Manual.”
Thinking of this, Mr. Shangguan sat upright and called out in a deep voice: "Wang Tong, come out."
As the voice fell, a mysterious man in black robe appeared in the room...
"master……"
The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the mysterious man: "Wang Tong, you have followed Fan'er these past few days, recorded his every move, and reported it to me. Well, with Ruofan's understanding, he created such a wonderful thing.
"Trick, it's too strange. I still don't believe it. Check it out for me. If it's true... the prosperity of my Shangguan family will be just around the corner..." When he said he didn't believe it, the old man's expression gave him away, and he looked triumphant.
He looked like he wanted to let the whole world know that his grandson had such a powerful understanding.
"Yes..." The mysterious man Wang Tong had no expression on his face, responded respectfully, and disappeared into the study in the same way as a ghost...
…
After returning to his residence, Killer Feng took a nap for a while and felt full of energy. After waking up, he started his cultivation plan...
Sitting on the bed, Feng Jueyu crossed his legs, closed his eyes and meditated, wandering around. All his mental energy was concentrated in the depths of his mind, recalling the various processes he had learned in his previous life: deep mountain medicinal baths, skin grinding and bone forging, washing
The marrow is cut and the bones are reborn...
Feng Jueyu understands that since God has given him the opportunity to be reborn and face the new world, he must live a more exciting life. Everything in the past will become his precious wealth of knowledge. He can use it whenever he wants, which saves trouble and effort.
It’s just that this skin is a bit too weak now. The foundation requirement of martial arts is very important. Regardless of whether the legendary martial arts masters in the past dynasties really existed, there is no doubt that every famous master has profound martial arts skills.
Learn the basics.
These foundations were undoubtedly cultivated steadily during his childhood. On the other hand, Feng Jueyu's body had not been trained since he was a child. Even if it was said to be rotten, it was light. It was simply a pile of tofu dregs and a puddle of mud...
In the evening of early spring, the weather was still quite cold. The cool breeze blew in through the cracks in the window and blew on Feng Jueyu's body, making him shiver.
Suddenly, the coldness penetrated deep into the bone marrow through the pores on his body, and Feng Jueyu shivered unnaturally...
Damn, what's going on?
After complaining, he opened his eyes and saw that the scenery of the bedroom with simple decoration and full of fragrance had changed drastically.
First, the scenery in the hut suddenly seemed to be in a trance, with ripples appearing like a dream. After a while, the ripples slowly spread out and turned into a gray mist that filled the house.
Feng Jueyu began to feel that his body was out of control, as if someone was pulling his soul out of his body. With the cold wind echoing in the room, he stood up with millions of sweat on his body.
"It's so cold..." Feng Jueyu couldn't help but hugged his arms, his lips and face turned pale at the same time, like Bai Wuchang in the Jiuyou Underworld.
With this kind of change in his body, Killer Feng knew that if he threw himself into an extremely cold cold storage for a day, he would not be so cold. The chill all over his body felt like he had been thrown into the deep sea tens of thousands of miles away.
It was the spirit, and the Feng Da Killer, whose will was so strong that he was not human, was a little unable to hold on.
Can't die, can't die...
Feng Jueyu roared crazily, holding his arm tightly with one hand, while the other hand wrapped all the quilts and bedding on the bed around himself like crazy...
One floor, two floors, three floors...
not enough……
Feng Jueyu simply pulled down the bed curtains and wrapped himself in a huge human-shaped rice dumpling. However, he still couldn't stop the inexplicable coldness that came from him. It was even so cold that even making a sound became a huge pain.
extravagant hope.
The season has just entered spring, and the midwinter chill has not completely changed. There is still a thin layer of unmelted snow on the ground outside. In addition, his prospective fiancée Shangguan Ruomeng, who he has never met, has always disagreed with their marriage.
He was often absent from the small courtyard, and even the girls were taken away. As a result, the Feng Da Killer was so alone that he crawled and tried to rush out to call someone. Unfortunately, the servants were all at the other end of the courtyard, so how could they hear him as thin as a mosquito?
The cry of flies.
Now the Great Feng Killer has fallen into a miserable situation where the sky is not responding and the earth is not working...
"Damn it, are you kidding your grandpa? I won't let you have your way."
Feng Da Killer, who hated the injustice, gritted his teeth to bear the inexplicable extreme cold. As time passed by, Feng Jueyu's body had become extremely stiff. If anyone came in to see him at this time,
When he saw it, he might have thought that Shangguan's uncle-to-be had turned into a cold corpse.
Nearly half an hour later, just when Killer Feng thought he was going to understand the rest of his second life in such a way that he was so humbled that he was embarrassed to see others, he suddenly saw another self slowly zooming in in the mist.
, turned into pure white gas, then shrunk again, flew above his head, and rushed down towards Tianling Gai.
"The soul... comes out of the body..." Feng Jueyu subconsciously remembered a term that only existed in legends, and instantly understood where his chill came from...
I can't believe that the soul actually exists...
Feng Jueyu, who was stunned, seemed to have a sudden vision, and followed his soul into the depths of his mind...
The gray unknown territory was like the boundless Milky Way. The little man transformed from his soul was flying in front. He could see it clearly. As he followed, Feng Jueyu suddenly felt that his body was no longer as cold as before, and it seemed to be relieved.
It seemed like he was used to the chill.
I don’t know how long it took, but golden spots shone far ahead, first one or two scattered, and then appeared in Feng Jueyu’s field of vision over a large area.
A few minutes later, a bright golden galaxy appeared in front of the soul villain, and there were more and more of them. As he got closer, Feng Jueyu discovered that those golden star spots were actually small characters floating in the unknown space one after another.
.
The golden font is like the handwriting written by a long-famous calligrapher in the previous life. The pen moves like a dragon and snake, flying and turning, and the momentum is extremely extraordinary. Even Feng Jueyu, a killer king who has been practicing with his master since he was a child, has a profound knowledge of calligraphy.
They are all ashamed of themselves...
"Hong Yuan Scripture!"
Directly in front, floating a hundred meters in front of Feng Jueyu, four huge words with golden light and a height of ten feet came into his eyes. His eyes swept across the three big words, and Feng Jueyu's nerves suddenly felt like they were struck by lightning.
twitched.
"What a spirit. Anyone who can write such a spirit of calligraphy must be an expert." Feng Jueyu couldn't help but admire, and then found that the chill in his body was much lessened: "Is it because of the space here that it can expel the soul?"
The chill in your body?”
With this discovery, Feng Jueyu felt happy, and he couldn't wait to control his mental power and fly towards the Hong Yuan Scripture.
There are not only the four words "Hong Yuan Tian Jing" in the distance, but there are more lengthy articles at the back, which must contain huge secrets...
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