The Xue Family Courtyard in Ling.

Fang Xiwen took out a stick of incense as if by magic, and began to swing it in the courtyard.

"Perhaps the flow of time here is different from that outside. We can only stay for one stick of incense before we leave."

"Yeah."

The sword fairy stood there without looking at him, and breathed out through his nose.

Fang Xiwen took a rough look around the courtyard, focusing on a few solid wooden columns, briefly comparing their degree of decay with those in reality, and then walked towards the inner courtyard.

In reality, the Xue Family Courtyard cannot enter the inner courtyard, but the spiritual realm is unimpeded.

Jiang Xingchu always wanted to enter the old master's room in the inner courtyard, but he was guarded and couldn't get in... There was no one to stop him here. He had a vague feeling that there was a reason why the spiritual realm entrance was opened here.

Because time was tight, his steps seemed fast and big, while the sword fairy walked slowly, but he could always follow him.

"By the way, I just discovered that when I got here, my main mental technique became the Eighty-nine Mysterious Techniques," Fang Xiwen said casually, "After sensing it, its power conversion is faster than the Jingshishu Book, but

The latter is better because of its deep Qi.

Sword Immortal, do you know the Eight-nine Mysterious Skills?"

"Well," the sword fairy raised his eyes and glanced at him, speaking concisely and concisely, "accommodate changes, the body becomes immortal, everything is empty, and the mind realizes Bodhi. Two paths."

"It's very subtle... What is the primary issue? Cultivation is also so philosophical."

With a clear purpose, Fang Xiwen entered the inner courtyard, quickly locked onto a room that looked like the main house, and hurried over, "However, I feel that there must be a third way that can have both."
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Hearing this, the Sword Immortal was startled and suddenly became interested, "Why?"

He can indeed do it. No one in the world knows how to cultivate the most powerful Dharmakaya, which is both physically powerful and capable of breaking through illusions. Almost all the people who have seen it have died...

I didn’t expect to hear the inside story from “myself”, haha.

"Because choosing one or the other goes against my original intention of practicing. The purpose of cultivating the Eight-nine Mysterious Gong is to be able to imitate other people's techniques, to be proficient in the way of change, and to be able to do it all.

Otherwise, what's the point of repairing it?"

He came to the main house and pushed open the wooden door that exuded a sense of decay. Suddenly, a burst of dust came over the floor. The windows inside were not locked, allowing the wind and sun to blow.

"...There is something wrong." Unexpectedly, this was the answer. The sword fairy rolled his eyes and couldn't bear it.

Although Luo Qingni's silly little expression is very cute, rolling her eyes and swearing at others is also a bit different... The man nodded secretly, thinking that he could also cultivate her interest in this aspect.

If the Sword Immortal knew what he was thinking, I wonder if he would be so angry that he would vomit blood.

"Look, the owner of the house seemed to have left temporarily, without taking any dust-proof measures." Fang Xiwen walked in, took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose, handed one to the sword fairy, and thought for a moment, "But he

Why didn't you come back later?"

"I don't know."

The Sword Fairy in Tsing Yi also stepped in. She did not take the handkerchief. Even standing in a room full of flying dust, she looked spotless, as if dust could not bear to fall on her flawless skin.

Fang Xiwen didn't expect her to answer. He glanced at the half-burned incense stick and pointed outside, "Sword Immortal, can you go out and wait for me?

The head of the old family used to be a member of the Blood Clothes Cult. There might be some mechanism in the house, so be careful."

Hearing this, the Sword Immortal followed the words and walked out, feeling a little funny.

Is it because he calls himself ‘a distant memory’? He actually cares about me...

Is the reason because he looks fragile, or because he has a similar appearance to his lover?

The sword fairy's eyes showed a rare interest, but soon returned to a pool of stagnant water.

"Cough, cough! There's really a lot of ash..."

It was rare for Fang Xiwen to experience the experience he had before practicing, so he covered his mouth and coughed until he died.

He apologized and began to rummage through the cabinets in the room. The Jiang family was rich, but the place where the head of the family lived seemed simple. There were a few old gowns in the cabinets and some ordinary books on the bookshelves.

After searching for a while, he simply turned over the large dragon and phoenix rosewood bed and leaned it upright against the wall, revealing a slightly less dusty floor underneath.

After he stood on it and stepped on it a few times, his expression became brighter.

Hollow.

There really is a secret grid!

After confirming that there were no mechanisms nearby, he ran to the door and called the Sword Fairy in, "I found the entrance to the basement! Come on, let's take a look at what's inside."

"Oh." The sword fairy stepped in again and waved away the flying dust with a flick of his sleeves.

Why do I feel like a child...

"If you have this skill, you should have used it earlier, you made me cough for so long," Fang Xiwen complained, leaned down and fumbled for a while, and lifted up a piece of wood, "Yes!"

Phew!

Another big cloud of dust dispersed. Fang Xiwen was about to pull the sword fairy away when the latter glanced at him and waved away the flying dust, "What are you doing?"

"I'm afraid you'll get choked." He seemed to take it matter-of-factly and looked down.

Below is a basement. Through the white light through the window, you can see a terrifying-shaped altar under the gap. It is larger than an ordinary water tank, and there are three sharp claws hooked on the edge, which seems to be a secret.

There are large areas of blood dried on the surface, and the traces extend downward, as if they are growing out of the floor.

Damn it, Jiang’s family still has this kind of thing...

Since everything in the spiritual realm is reproduced one to one, it means that there should be such an altar in the inner courtyard in reality. At first glance, it is the handiwork of the Blood Clothes Sect.

Thinking about a large group of people living here, reproducing, and holding a banquet without even realizing it... The man shuddered a little.

The incense stick in his hand was almost burnt out, so he put it away and nodded to the swordsman beside him, "It's been a quarter of an hour, I have to go out."

"Yeah."

"Bye!"

Fang Xiwen grinned at her and waved gently.

...

...

When he opened his eyes again, he was still sitting in the corner of the Jiang family compound. Jiang Xingchu was still holding his arm dutifully, looking over with his starry eyes, "How is it?"

"It's quite rewarding."

He checked his belongings and found that nothing was missing. He said concisely: "I used the secret technique of leaving the body and saw that there was a hidden basement under the old master's room."

"Yeah."

Jiang Xingchu thought to himself, "Who are you kidding? Why haven't I seen the method of leaving the body that can be used to open the body?

But she didn't expose it, she just listened quietly.

"Then, I saw a blood-red altar in the basement, about the size of a water tank, with claw-like things around it."

Fang Xiwen made a ring with his arms and described it in detail with gestures.

Hearing this, Jiang Xingchu's face looked a little ugly, and he muttered: "It's really the basic ritual of the blood turbidity method, this old ghost..."

It's not that she hasn't thought about the possibility of Fang Xiwen lying, but even an editor can't make it so well... This secret is not something that a young master like him can have access to.

"You know? Tell me in detail."

Fang Xiwen had heard of this name a long time ago. At that time, when he was still in Jingshui City, the elder of Tianyu Sect used this method and crossed the first level of the ladder in a short time.

Speaking of which, the Blood Clothes Sect has a bad relationship with him, and they have been like a shadow since they were evil cultivators. I thought he was implicated by Jiang Xingchu here, but the entrance to the spiritual realm happened to be here...could it be that he was somehow involved?

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"To be specific, the function of this altar is to absorb the vitality of the people around it and convert it into a strange 'qi'. This kind of thing is extremely helpful for practicing the skills of the Blood Clothes Sect, and it can also... to a certain extent...

Extend life."

As he said that, Jiang Xingchu's eyes darkened slightly, but quickly returned to normal: "This thing shouldn't appear in the Xue family."

"How to say?"

"This is the main residence of the Xue family," Jiang Xingchu glared at him, "How could a normal person arrange such a thing in his own home? Do you think his life is too long?"

"Indeed.

And if you think about it carefully, this altar cannot be built in a day or two. It should have been built a long time ago... But something happened today. Is there any reason why the old family master had to die?"

This was a mouthful to say, but Jiang Xingchu understood it immediately, "In other words, the motive was not pure from the beginning of the martial arts tournament. The old ghost wanted to plan something, but he was shot in the head before he could do it."

"It's hard to say..."

"This is a major discovery," Jiang Xingchu's eyes flickered and he looked at him quietly, "Are you going to tell the Six Doors this news?"

"But they will send people in, and this closed environment will be broken."

"But the altar may have been touched, and the ritual will run on its own. If you drag it on, everyone may die." Jiang Xingchu said with a straight face.

Fang Xiwen stared at her for a while and sighed, "There's no need to test me like this... I might have tolerated it before, but it's different now.

I hate being plotted against."
To be continued...