There was silence in the study.
Suddenly, in the empty room, there was another strange but extremely hoarse sound, like two pieces of pig iron rubbing against each other.
"Tsk tsk tsk... It's really chilling! I still remember that when I threw you into the cold pool, there was a little girl who was only twenty-eight years old. She jumped out of the cold pool regardless of her. I have been looking for you in the cold pool almost without sleep for seven days. And because of this, I am deeply infected with the cold poison. If I hadn't been soft-hearted for a moment and passed on some instructions to her, I'm afraid she would have died of the cold poison."
"You actually said such words to her now. Are you really not afraid of making her sad?"
Yang Xiaoyun was sitting on the Grand Master's chair, but the armrests on both sides of the chair were obviously scratched.
He stood up and opened a secret mechanism.
The wall behind the bookshelf moved away quietly.
In the suddenly extra space, there was a large black wine vat.
A gray and furry head poked out of the wine vat.
His face was obscured by his beard and unruly hair, and only his eyes sometimes revealed, which were sinister, vicious and full of madness.
Yang Xiaoyun took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms. The milky white liquid with the aroma of almonds in the porcelain bottle dripped into the wine vat.
Soon, the people soaked in the wine vat let out an extremely suppressed groan of pain.
It took a while for the pain to subside. The person in the wine vat raised his head and looked at Yang Xiaoyun fiercely and said, "You are very confident. Just because you are confident, she likes you so much. That's why you deliberately let it slip. She is so confident." He is smart and will definitely think of a way to help you get what you want."
"It's just...are you really not afraid of losing your wife and losing your troops?"
Yang Xiaoyun said lightly: "The relationship between Li Jianchen and I must be like fire and water. This is how he gained trust in front of Emperor Jiazheng. Since Li Jianchen shared the secret book, it means that he no longer cares about the leakage of the secret book. I know She has a grudge in her heart, and if I didn’t say that, she wouldn’t be willing to go for me.”
"Although it will embarrass her, I will follow her. Just Li Jianchen... I don't think he would dare to be presumptuous!"
When Yang Xiaoyun said this, he was full of confidence and confidence.
"Hahaha... Yang Xiaoyun! Yang Xiaoyun! Why did us old guys lose our sights and fail to see that you turned out to be such a despicable person with ulterior motives and ulterior motives? It's just that you let me live. Your biggest mistake. If one day, your wife knows that it was you who killed his father with your own hands, who fed the poison to Dao Chuan Tianshi, or who turned me into a human pig... but she doesn't know what she should do. What do you think?" The person in the wine vat kept irritating Yang Xiaoyun, and he wanted Yang Xiaoyun to kill him.
There is only a wall between the study room and the dark room. Any conversations that usually occur in the study room cannot be hidden from the old man.
And if the old man wanted to make a noise and disturb the people in the study, it would be easy.
But he remained silent. There must be something crucial in Yang Xiaoyun's hands, and he had to endure the humiliation.
Yang Xiaoyun smiled slightly, with a loyal and solid expression: "You are Huiyun's master. Although you had some disputes with me back then, they are already in the past. How could I kill you? But... you still don't want to say Have you found out the whereabouts of "Nine Returns to the Sky"?"
The old man in the wine vat seemed to have become a little confused in pain, and the only words he was shouting were 'kill me'.
After closing the secret room, Yang Xiaoyun walked out of the study.
I went to the bedroom and changed into a set of night clothes that were easier to move around.
He would lurk nearby before Situ Huiyun went to find Feng Linwen.
He has been keeping some knots in his heart and needs to be reassured.
Feng Linmo did not return to the palace, but stayed in Qunying Pavilion.
Although it was originally a restaurant, there were several guest rooms. Feng Linwen collected a large amount of civilized information and needed to sort it out, so he didn't waste time returning to the palace and settled down on the spot.
"So far, we have collected a total of thirty-nine complete martial arts schools. Among them, there are three that can be considered top-notch, and eight that can only be regarded as having some characteristics. The rest tend to be basic and not of much value. However, Even so, if you get a special market and operate it well, you may even be able to exchange for tens of thousands of energy points." When Feng Linwen thought of this, he suddenly felt happy.
Don't look at this world. Even top-level martial arts that are complete are not worth anything in Luotian Palace.
That's entirely because Luo Tiandian's pricing is a 'quantitative' standard based on strength level and level. Moreover, the information provided by Feng Linyi was too incomplete. Without Luo Tiandian, there was no hope of completing it outside.
As for the complete martial arts secret book that does not need to be completed, has not been turned over to the Luotian Temple, and has not been practiced by anyone, it is a hard pursuit for some rich people who yearn for extraordinary power but dare not travel through time and adventure. What's more, there is also the issue of compatibility. Not everyone is as lucky as Feng Linwen, who can open a golden finger and completely and regularly chart an extraordinary path for himself.
Buzz...!
Suddenly, Feng Linwen began to feel dizzy for no apparent reason.
With his eyes in a trance, he saw that on the character template of Jiujianxian, the first skill 'Waterfall Sword Controlling' had been fully unlocked.
At this moment, it was like something hit his brain.
In his blurred eyes, he seemed to see many complicated scenes.
In the picture, there are ethereal fairy mountains, flying swordsmen, sword curtains surrounding the sky, and the blood of burning earth...
The collapsed giant peaks, the heroes' elegy, gathered into the sea, impacting the sword energy like a waterfall.
"What is this... what is the Flowing Light Sword Sect, what is the Great Demon of the Underworld, what is the Mangshan Sword Master... what the hell is this?" The chaotic and noisy memories were turbulent in Feng Linwen's mind. I opened my mouth to vomit, but felt like nothing could come out.
It was not his body that was dizzy, but his soul.
At this moment, a black shadow suddenly swept in, and struck Feng Linyan with intertwined palms and powerful palm power.
Feng Linyi's entire soul fell into an inexplicable entanglement, but a unique instinct still suddenly surged up.
Put your fingers together as if holding a sword.
As soon as he waved his sleeves, a brilliant sword light like fireworks exploded behind Feng Linyi.
Facing the sword light coming towards him, Yang Xiaoyun trembled all over.
He already regretted it and shouldn't have taken action.
Originally, I just saw that Feng Linwen was in a bad state, thinking that he was going crazy while practicing martial arts, and wanted to take the opportunity to make a sneak attack.
But he didn't expect that Feng Linyi in such a state would have such incredible strength.
Puff puff!
Yang Xiaoyun's meridians in his hands and feet were cut off by the indestructible sword energy almost instantly.
If he had gone one step further, Feng Linyi's finger would have pierced Yang Xiaoyun's throat.
Under the terrifying pressure of the sword energy, Yang Xiaoyun felt suffocated... His pupils kept shrinking, but he was unable to resist.
"Get out of my way!" Feng Linwen suddenly burst out, roared, and hit his head directly on the wall. It was like a scene of an attack.
His body began to twitch violently, and it didn't get better until half an hour later.
Cold sweat soaked Feng Lin's whole body. He took off his coat and fell on the bed, feeling sore and weak all over.
"Go to hell with that golden finger...!" Feng Linwen said viciously, wanting to spit, but he only felt his mouth was extremely dry.
Looking at Yang Xiaoyun who was lying on the ground, still glaring but unable to hide his fear, Feng Linhu endured the pain in his meridians, struggled to get up, and then forcibly summoned up a wisp of innate Qi, first controlling Yang Xiaoyun's eight key points. , to prevent him from moving, but also to prevent him from bleeding to death.
Then he kicked him into the bed.
Just at this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Situ Huiyun's somewhat strange voice came from outside the door.
