"Hey! Are you really not going to accept "War Letter"?" Han Chanjuan asked as she walked.
"Hmm... do you think I'm a coward?" He An smiled.
"Hey... it's none of my business, but if you act like this, you will be looked down upon by others, so you have to think about it." Han Chanjuan said loudly with her eyelashes fluttering and her cheeks slightly red.
"Thank you for reminding me. So many people asked me in the school just now, why... I didn't see you here?" He An asked with a smile.
"Well...I was going to go there originally, but there were so many people around you, and I saw Ding Wenruo running to talk to you, so I changed my mind. Who wants to go!" Han Chanjuan frowned and bit her tongue. With a small set of white teeth, he pretended to be casual and said.
He An looked at her happy and angry look, and his smile became brighter: "To tell you the truth, I will definitely accept "The War Letter", and I will defeat that arrogant guy!"
"Oh! This is what you should look like. My grandfather often said that when a man is on the battlefield, he must constantly accept challenges to strengthen himself. In order to wish you success, you can treat me to a meal. You can decide the specific date. "Han Chanjuan's face loomed with pear dimples, her eyes curved into crescent moons and she said with a smile.
"It's my wish, but I don't dare to invite you!" He An smiled and said warmly: "It's rare that a young lady is willing to show her favor. I'll make a special trip to invite you in a few days."
Han Chanjuan nodded, and the two of them talked and laughed along the way. They walked to the gate of Zhixingyuan and watched Han Chanjuan get on the carriage that was responsible for picking her up every day.
He An turned around and saw Fan Dazhi walking slowly behind him from a distance, so he walked up to meet him quickly. The two returned to their residence together. They happened to meet the teacher in charge of dormitory management at the door, and they realized that their dormitory was already occupied. Changed.
The original four-person room was rearranged, and Bi Yunfei's residence was also rearranged.
The new accommodation was very large, much larger than He An and Fan Dazhi's imagination. When entering, there was a spacious hall with several chairs placed along the wall. Next to it were shelves of weapons, with numerous swords, guns, swords and halberds. There is also a stone lock on the ground, and a large vat filled with clean water is placed in the side room. There is also a special pool, basin, and bucket covered by a bamboo curtain.
There were two beds by the window in the other side room. The room was complete with tables, stools, tea saucers, and daily necessities. The two of them didn't have much belongings, so the handyman had already helped pack them up and packed two packages and placed them on the table.
He An and Fang Dazhi packed up their things and sat on the couch. They looked at the withered vines outside the window, and their mood became brighter. With a word from the head of the hospital, there will be single rooms in the future.
The two began to practice as usual after dinner. He An practiced the "Jinghong Sword Technique" several times in the hall. This set of sword techniques was extremely exquisite. He An could not fully understand some of the moves. But even so, when he tried to master it, The true energy poured into the sword move, and suddenly the sword light flashed in the hall, and the sound of wind and thunder rolled. He An shook the long sword straight, and the sword body let out a long groan and broke into two pieces.
He An was happy in his heart, but he sighed in his mouth that it was a pity that a long sword was damaged. Fortunately, there were many swords on the weapon rack. He leaned over to pick up the broken sword and carefully placed it in the corner. He then pulled out a long sword from the rack, but He didn't dare to mobilize the true energy in his body anymore, and just tried to figure out the sword skills over and over again.
It wasn't until late at night that He An returned to the side room and washed his face under the cold moonlight. His clothes were soaked with sweat and steamed dry. During this night, He An consciously understood the "Jinghong Sword Technique" to a deeper level.
Sitting on the couch, he silently practiced the mental techniques taught by Uncle He. The moonlight poured in from the window like water, and the withered and entangled vines trembled. A withered and yellowed leaf flew up, drifting slowly to where with the vitality of the world. On the top of the head...
"Huh...?" Fan Dazhi suddenly turned over and sat up, staring blankly at the dead leaves flying in the moonlight. He stared at them for a long time, and murmured: "Floating...coagulated but not gathered...gathered" Sanyouxinxi...could it be...?"
His eyes were shining in the darkness, and he was mumbling something unknown.
Usually when the two of them practice, they don't disturb each other. He An had already entered samadhi and felt countless wisps of heaven and earth vitality slowly flowing into his body. The Dantian in his lower abdomen was hot, and the hot or cool Qi flowed through the meridians all over his body, giving rise to an indescribable and wonderful feeling. He didn't know how long it took, but his lower abdomen The Dantian is bulging and swollen, and there seems to be signs of a breakthrough.
Early the next morning, He An was shocked when he saw Fan Dazhi's appearance. He had two dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept all night, was listless, and was yawning continuously.
"Dazhi, are you feeling uncomfortable? Why are you like this?" He An asked with concern.
"I...I'm fine!" Fan Dazhi answered listlessly with a sad and innocent expression on his face.
The two locked the door. The weather was clear and cold in early winter, and the early morning sun shone on them without any warmth. Walking on the frost-covered path to the dining room for breakfast, from a distance, Sun Biao stood at the door of the dining room with his arms folded. When he saw He An, he raised his eyebrows and sneered.
Like yesterday, He An remained expressionless and still rejected the "Letter of War" handed over by the other party. Sun Biao pulled the fox fur that covered his face, revealing a face as tough as his name. With a contemptuous sneer at the corner of his mouth, he spat hard on the ground with a "bah" sound.
This scene was naturally seen clearly by the students coming and going to eat, and soon the entire Zhixingyuan students knew the whole incident.
Various unsavory versions were circulated, and many people began to laugh at He An's cowardice. He An began to be pointed at from behind while walking on the road, but he was calm and composed and didn't seem to mind at all.
During this period, Lu Zhengqing also approached He An, trying to help him stop Sun Biao from continuing this boring fight. He An declined after thanking him.
For many days in a row, Sun Biao persevered in delivering the "Letter of War" to He An at different places, at different times, and on different occasions. Without exception, He An still refused.
In this world, many things will become addictive if you do them for a long time, such as music, gambling, giving people a "letter of challenge", such as...cultivation!
He An and Fan Dazhi have gradually become addicted to cultivation. For more than ten days in a row, except for attending classes and eating out, they hardly left home and practiced hard day and night.
He An has become extremely proficient in the "Jinghong Sword Technique" and has also fought against swordsmanship teachers from the martial arts academy. However, in the face of the opponent's rich practical experience, he is still at a disadvantage and can only win one or two moves occasionally.
He knew that the art of swordsmanship was the most difficult. Many swordsman masters spent their entire lives trying to achieve mastery, so he was not in a hurry and began to slowly study the "Shocking Finger".
Fan Dazhi has been a little weird recently, and He An doesn't see how hard he works. Most of the time, this guy seems to be meditating with his eyes closed. His familiar snoring is rarely heard at night. During the day, he often has two dark circles under his eyes, like a bird. Like a giant panda, it seems that it has never slept well every night. Like a dull gourd, he followed He An out every day to go to class, eat, go back to his room to sleep, meditate and meditate.
Just when He An was thinking about whether he should ask a doctor to see this guy, Fan Dazhi suddenly and mysteriously pulled He An, who was practicing "Suiyun Sanshou" in the hall, into the side room and sat down at the table one night. , staring blankly at the tea cup on the table.
He An looked surprised. Just when he was about to ask, an incredible scene appeared in front of him!
I saw a tea cup flying up out of thin air, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, flying over the beam of the room extremely quickly, rolling around twice in the air, and finally slowly falling on the table with a clang. , Fan Dazhi said with relief: "Xiao An, I finally realized it!"
"Consciousness control?"
Seeing the shocked look on He An's face, Fan Dazhi laughed proudly and lowered his voice: "This... is really fun. Do you know that I have been releasing my consciousness every night recently? It's like my The eyes are the same, and many things outside can be seen clearly."
He picked up the tea cup from earlier, poured a cup of tea, drank it in one gulp, and continued: "On the big tree not far from our window, there is an owl. In the past few nights, it has caught seven mice. . And... the guy with acne on his face in the dormitory in the front row, um... he is the one who can draw. The male classmate sitting in front of you, he actually likes Ding Wenruo. I saw him hiding in the dormitory at night. Secretly drawing a portrait of Ding Wenruo..." At this point, Fan Dazhi laughed overjoyed.
"You can actually see so far with your spiritual consciousness?" He An was shocked again and felt extremely shocked.
"At the beginning, I could only use my spiritual sense to detect a distance of about three feet nearby. After a period of continuous trying, I can probably reach... the nursery on the way to the dining hall." Fan Dazhi said seriously. He thought for a while and said.
He An took a breath of cold air. From a distance of nearly a hundred feet, this guy could practice his spiritual consciousness to such an extent without making a sound. No wonder he always had dark circles under his eyes recently. It turned out that he was practicing this endlessly at night.
"How did you make it?" He An looked at his good brother's broad forehead and felt for the first time that this guy was really incredible.
"I don't know either. I just had a little understanding of the book "The Transformation of Vitality", so I tried to release my consciousness, and then I saw a mouse crawling outside the window..." Fan Dazhi scratched his head, no. He said politely.
Then he seemed to have thought of something again, and said in a low voice with a slightly obscene look on his face: "Across the nursery on the dining hall road, about a hundred feet to the right, it seems to be... the women's dormitory, hehehehe..."
He An was startled and looked at him with bright eyes: "What do you want to do? Use your spiritual sense to... spy on me?"
Fan Dazhi's face turned red, he touched his head and smiled again.
He An said sternly: "Dazhi, please don't have such dirty thoughts. Once the instructor discovers it, the punishment will definitely be much more severe than if you stole food in the dining hall, and I will be embarrassed as well. Your consciousness is so strong that you can control flying swords."
Fan Dazhi put away his slightly vulgar expression, sat upright and looked like a gentleman and said: "Brother, how can I be that kind of person? I... don't like swords, I just think this is fun."
He rested his elbow on the table and supported his round chin. A rare hint of worry flashed across his fat baby face, and he said again: "Xiao An, can you really beat that Sun Biao?"
He An pondered for a moment and said: "I am not sure of winning, so I can only try my best, but it is not easy for him to defeat me. My uncle often said that in martial arts, one looks at talent and the other is hard work. There is no distinction between high and low in martial arts in the world, but there is a difference between good and evil in martial arts practitioners. Even if your skills are not as good as others, if you can recognize your own shortcomings, you will be able to surpass them sooner or later..."
