Wen Hanwei frowned lightly, as if she was tinged with sadness: "I grew up with my father in the Gujue Mountains since I was a child. I am not good at getting along with others. Sometimes I tend to speak too bluntly or too hurtfully.
They all said that I was too cold-tempered and not easy to get close to. Later, I became the Taixuan Jiujing, and people in the sect respected me, feared me, and regarded me as their elders.
They rarely took the initiative to chat with me, and over time, I didn’t make any friends.”
At the end of the story, Wen Hanwei actually showed a rather frustrated look, her delicate brows furrowed, looking a little sad and a little aggrieved.
Balian suddenly burst out laughing, thinking that this girl had a cold temper. She was clearly ignorant of the world and had kept herself alone for too long and could no longer communicate with others. Her cold attitude was just a kind of childishness wrapped around her.
It's just a means of protection.
He said: "In this case, Miss Wen might as well try to go out of the back mountain and walk around more. You are so good-looking. There must be many disciples in the sect who want to be friends with you.
"
Wen Hanwei glared at him and said, "After all, you don't want to be my friend, do you?!"
Bai Lian couldn't help laughing, thinking that the cold beauty, a swordsman with a dignified Taixuan Nine Classics and an extraordinary temperament, could have such a weird temperament.
He hurriedly shook his head and said: "No, Bailian is very willing to make friends with Miss Wen. Well... I would rather say that it is an honor for me to be friends with Taixuan Jiujing."
Wen Hanwei was a little embarrassed by his serious words, and her snow-white cheeks showed a slight hint of pink.
She immediately changed the subject and said, "Then... there is something you don't understand."
Bai Lian carefully opened the book Huaxuegui. He turned to the first page and then stopped reading. He said seriously: "I can't do anything."
Wen Hanwei's expression was stagnant, her eyes seemed to be looking at a fool: "All?"
Balian nodded and said with a wry smile: "It can't be said that I don't understand it at all. I understand all the moves, palms, and how to operate spiritual power. It's just that the Snow Returning Light is a palm gesture. Although I can condense my energy and move my palms.
It started, but it was still unable to gather the power of the flaming sun palm wind mentioned in the book."
Wen Hanwei muttered: "You said you knew Hua Xuegui's Qi condensation method and palm techniques, but you couldn't really use the palm power...
Logically speaking, since you have spiritual roots, it means that your body can contain spiritual power. The only difference is more or less.
"Huaxuegui" converts the spiritual power in the body into the fiery palm power of melting snow. Since you have read "Huaxuegui" thoroughly, you shouldn't be unable to even raise your palms..."
Balian smiled bitterly and said: "To be honest, I have been like this since I was a child. I also memorized a lot of spiritual law books in the Tianxi Sword Sect of Baituo Mountain. How to transfer spiritual power from afar to the muscles and practice these theories
I am familiar with all the knowledge, but once I let myself practice it, it will always be difficult for me to succeed in even the first move or the opening chapter."
Wen Hanwei nodded, took the copy of Huaxuegui for him, and said, "In that case, you can play this set of Huaxuegui again and show it to me."
From what Balian said, it wasn't because of poor understanding, but rather because of a physical problem.
Balian took two steps back, raised his palms, and the thin spiritual power of the second-level Seeking Tao realm in his body moved into his palms along with his thoughts. The wind of the palms moved with his body movements, drifting into shadows.
The young man used a set of palm techniques, and the withered yellow leaves on the ground were swept up by the vigorous sweep, and then shattered into foam.
This set of melting snow has been practiced by Bai Lian, and it is perfect in terms of posture, speed of luck, and direction of guiding the Qi to move around the body.
What I heard just now from Bailian's mouth is that he can easily master the theoretical knowledge in the spiritual law books. It is indeed true.
But he does have big problems with his body.
She could see that the young man was very diligent and hard-working, and he had obviously put in a lot of hard work to understand and study the technique of Huaxuegui.
However, after a set of palm techniques, they are just superficial, and the real power is less than one ten thousandth of the original technique. It can even be said that the magic he used to save people by turning snow back is just as mediocre as the martial arts classics practiced by ordinary people in the world.
"Come here." Wen Hanwei looked at him and said.
Bailian lowered his head and glanced at his palms which were empty after the spiritual energy dissipated. He smiled bitterly and without saying anything else, he stepped forward and walked to the opposite side of Wen Hanwei.
Wen Hanwei didn't speak. She calmly raised her palm and placed it on his chest. She slowly closed her eyes, and her cool palm gave off a faint halo through her clothes.
Silent for a long while.
Balian felt an extremely powerful external force seeping into his body, without any intention of invading, but swimming along his limbs and bones.
He quietly looked at Wen Hanwei's expression at this moment, sometimes frowning, sometimes confused, and then his heart sank slightly.
Is it possible that his qualifications are really that bad?
Wen Hanwei slowly opened her eyes, her light brown eyes were slightly confused, and she looked at Balian with a little more pity and sympathy.
She retracted her palm and said, "You have been practicing in Baituo Mountain for many years. Didn't your father notice that something is very wrong with your body?"
Bai Lian's head felt heavy, and he whispered: "My father saw that my cultivation progress was very slow, and he also explored my body, but he didn't say anything.
Miss Wen, what happened to my body...?"
Wen Hanwei pondered for a moment, thinking of the rumored upright swordsman with a strong personality who could not tolerate even a grain of sand in his eyes, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
I feel a little more sympathetic to my new teenage friend.
"I think your father may have misunderstood. Although you are not the son of Ying Ji, the black luck in your body must not have much to do with the ghost bloodline."
Balian understood clearly that his father had actually known about what was going on in his body early on, but he thought it was the result of the combination of the sword ghost and the ghost, so he kept silent about it.
He smiled palely and said, "The black luck in my body? What does that mean?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Wen Hanwei said: "For all human practitioners, the human body contains five elements and thirty-six cultivation nodes. And just now I found out that your body is invisible in the body, and I don't know why it is contaminated.
There is a wisp of black cause and effect on it.
The cause and effect luck is attached to the thirty-six nodes of your body's practice. Generally, when a practitioner accumulates spiritual power through practice, the spiritual power travels around the body.
After passing an important node, that node will be like a pond storing water, storing the spiritual power of your practice.
When the spiritual power is sufficient, the thirty-six nodes can be broken by accumulating spiritual power. After the mirror is broken, the nodes will become stronger, and the cycle starts again."
These are the basic common sense of spiritual practice. Bai Lian already knew them by heart when he listened to the lecture in White Camel Mountain. He did not interrupt what Wen Hanwei said.
Because he knew that what she was going to say next was far more than that simple.
"The reason why your cultivation progress is slower than that of ordinary people is for no other reason than that the thirty-six nodes in your body are different from ordinary people.
Being blackened and blocked by the black luck, it is like the malignant sludge accumulated in the river, making it difficult for the spiritual power you have cultivated to travel around your body.
What's even more troublesome is that the black potential in the nodes in your body can also assimilate and absorb spiritual power. Therefore, it's not that you can't melt snow, but that the spiritual power in your body is too thin and has been over-assimilated and absorbed, making it difficult to use it at all.
True strength.”
The more Balian listened, the paler his face became. He suddenly thought of Su Jing and asked hurriedly: "Then Su Jing..."
"Su Jing's situation is different from yours. She was born with a blind mind. It is extremely rare for her to be able to read and write simply. If she wants to understand the key points in the book, she may not be able to."
Balian's voice was slightly hoarse and dry: "Miss Wen, does she know why my body is like this?"
Wen Hanwei shook her head: "I have never seen such a strange situation. You clearly have spiritual roots, but your energy is black. In today's world, you are either a mortal with no qualifications for cultivation, or a practitioner with spiritual roots.
Among them, there is no distinction between good and weak spiritual roots. As long as you are diligent and hardworking enough, diligence can make up for your shortcomings. There are also some examples of stupid birds flying first, but you are like this..."
Balian smiled bitterly: "I am like this... God gave me the spiritual roots to practice, but then strangled the path to continue practicing in the cradle."
But he was still unwilling to do so. Before the pendant beads hidden close to his chest could be given to Miss Xiaoshuang, she was forcibly taken away by her father.
By some mistake, he took Baiming Dan and managed to break the second level of the mirror.
But Miss Xiaoshuang is still in the eighth level of seeking Taoism. It is not difficult for her to open the Yuan and expand the sea.
He was a little scared. If this continued for a long time, he would only be able to watch her back getting farther and farther away from him, and there would be no possibility of being side by side.
Thinking of this, Bai Lian's body felt chilly. He looked up at Wen Hanwei and asked seriously: "Miss Wen, is there any remedy?"
Facing those piercing eyes that were as bright as fire, Wen Hanwei was slightly startled, and then she responded with an affirmative tone: "Yes!"
Balian guessed that the so-called remedy was extremely difficult, but he never expected that the remedy she mentioned was to resist being beaten.
The explanation given by Wen Hanwei was that she wrapped her fist with spiritual power, bombarded his body, and used the strength of her fist to slant the spiritual power into him.
The continuous bombardment with punches can somewhat relax the blocked black energy in his nodes.
And taking advantage of the moment when the black energy relaxed, Balian had to practice while resisting the beating, guiding his spirit body to impact the nodes so as to practice and return to the snow.
Before Bailian said anything in such a painful way, Wen Hanwei glanced at him and said, "Although I rarely hit people, I think it still hurts when I hit them. Are you sure you want to do this?"
Balian thought, if your fist hurts, will it hurt if his father's fist hits you?
Although Bailian had poor health since childhood, he grew up under the harsh and harsh slap of his father.
"Well, I'm ready."
As soon as the words fell, Wen Hanwei's fist came. The small and delicate fist was lightly clenched. It looked powerless, but it gave Bai Lian an unavoidable feeling.
A punch hit his abdomen, and Balian's face turned pale instantly. He felt as if his stomach had been severely stepped on by an adult giant elephant, and there was a huge pain like the dislocation of his internal organs.
The whole person was about to fly away in the air uncontrollably. However, just halfway through the flight, a cold little hand grabbed the arm and dragged it back to its original position.
Then another punch.
Wen Hanwei's cold voice came from the side of the ear: "Concentrate, gather energy, and follow the pain to feel the existence of the nodes."
Balian was very good at enduring pain, and his consciousness was not lost due to the pain caused by these terrible two punches.
Wen Hanwei's fist landing was very clever, and the strength and spiritual energy from her fist penetrated into Bai Lian's body very flexibly, directly impacting the thirty-six nodes with incomparable brutality.
The power of the Spirit Bearing Realm cannot be underestimated. Two punches directly penetrated the thirty-six blackened nodes to the bottom.
The aura nodes that had been clogged for many years were also blasted open due to her very arrogant actions, but they were very stubborn and healed very quickly.
And Balian just felt that the existence of that node was interrupted again.
Wen Hanwei frowned lightly, clenched his arm and dragged it to her eyes. The strength in her fists was once again fully charged. While she was accumulating strength, the spiritual power of this space was concentrated crazily into her fists.
Another punch fell.
Bailian's complexion suddenly turned red at first, and then instantly turned pale and pale like snow.
He ignored the blood gushing from his mouth, concentrated on controlling his energy, and silently recited the mantra of turning snow back home, and the spiritual power in his body immediately began to boil.
After suffering a loss, Balian reacted very quickly to seize the opportunity, gathered his spiritual power into a needle, and followed the fist that caused him severe pain and damage and rushed towards the node very quickly.
Finally, this time he succeeded.
The pitifully weak spiritual power finally penetrated the spiritual power node in the body. Like dripping water, the elemental power lingering in the body finally seeped into the pool of the first node bit by bit.
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Balian felt the magical changes in his body. He coughed up blood and laughed at the same time. His face was filled with unprecedented brilliance. Regardless of the severe pain in his abdomen, he lifted the
Turn the palm of your hand and turn the snow back.
There was a trace of red light flowing in the palm of his hand, and a fallen leaf happened to fall on top of his palm. Before it could be settled, the half-yellow and half-green leaf touched the red light and burned with a whooshing sound, and finally turned into a wisp of ashes.
go.
"It's successful! It's successful! Miss Wen, you are so amazing!"
Looking at the young man who was smiling happily like a child, Wen Hanwei also showed a faint smile.
To be honest, she also admired this young man very much. Although she deliberately restrained her spiritual power in those two punches just now, her strength was really lost, but he still managed to bear it without even making a sound.
Balian happily shook Wen Hanwei's arm and said with bright eyes, "Come again!"
Wen Hanwei silently glanced at the hand holding her arm. She didn't know whether it was because of excitement or physical pain, but it was trembling slightly at the moment.
She said: "You have received two punches from me today, which is the limit. If you continue, the gains will outweigh the losses. Your body will definitely be seriously damaged. Today, you go back and recuperate first, and come back tomorrow."
The hot red tide of excitement on Bailian's face dissipated a little, and after calming down, he did not continue to mess around. He nodded, and after standing up straight with difficulty, he did not forget to bow and salute: "Then I will disturb Miss Wen again tomorrow."
Wen Hanwei watched Bailian walking away step by step while rubbing his belly. She was about to tell him to go back and remember to ask Wen Cong for some medicine to apply to the injury. However, he had not interacted with people for many years, and suddenly such words of concern were stuck in his throat.
, actually didn’t know how to speak to him.
She lowered her head with red cheeks and whispered to herself: "It's really useless, as for me..."
"Miss Wen..."
At this moment, Balian's voice came from far away. She looked up and saw a tired but energetic young man with a handsome and handsome face under the setting sun.
There's something indescribably refreshing and clean about it.
He smiled happily, showing his white and neat teeth: "Thank you very much for today. I want to say, Miss Wen, you are very kind. I am really happy to be friends with you."
Looking at the young man's bright smile under the sunset, Wen Hanwei unconsciously raised the corners of her mouth into a smile. She nodded to Balian and said, "Yes, we are friends now. Remember to apply the medicine well when you go back."