He looked at the first Wang Feng unexpectedly, and the complex flashed in Yue Qingqing's eyes, and hesitated for a moment but said nothing.

Turning around, the first Wang Fengyu said earnestly: "What I want to pass on you is the most mysterious of the three sets of secret techniques, the Fenghuang Technique."

Seeing An Bochen's face full of joy, the first Wang Feng became more and more proud. He paused and said solemnly: "Heaven and earth divide into yin and yang, and yin and yang divide into five elements, but there are wind and thunder that do not belong to the five elements. This wind-control technique is a treasure of my Taoyuan. The legend is endless. Do you want to learn it?"

Upon hearing this, An Bochen nodded repeatedly, unable to help but be happy.

Just listening to the word "Yu Feng" means a sense of floating like an immortal. It seems extremely wonderful. Subconsciously, An Bochen ignored the word "Legend" mentioned by the first Wang Feng.

An Bochen responded without any surprise, and the first Wang Feng was extremely proud.

Since it is a legend, it has a second meaning - so far, no one has cultivated the Fenghuang technique. Although this Fenghuang technique was passed down by the First Emperor, it was not created by him. As for its origin, the elders of Taoyuan have never mentioned it, and even the First Wang Feng and Yue Qingqing were not clear about it. That day, the First Wang Feng fled from Taoyuan, which was the essence of "Fenghuang Technique" and made the guardians of the clan to throw themselves into the mouse and avoid weapons, and then they successfully escaped.

As soon as he escaped, he fled to the south of Dakuang. "The Wind Restoration Technique" was placed by his side again, but the First Wang Feng felt very hot. If he could successfully escape from Dakuang, the First Wang Feng would not be able to return to Taoyuan. However, he could not throw it away casually. Therefore, it was the best choice to hand it over to the person in front of him. When the Taoyuan people came all the way, they would find An Bochen and "The Wind Restoration Technique" and teach him this technique. Even if he couldn't learn it, the First Wang Feng and Yue Qingqing could fulfill their promise to Wuxie Layman, which was a killing of two birds with one stone.

Take out the ancient scroll from your arms, and the first Wang Feng hesitated for a moment and handed it to An Bochen.

"This is "The Wind Control Technique". According to legend, if you can achieve it, one round can attract wind, two rounds can transform wind blades, and three rounds can control wind and swim"

After taking over "The Strategy of Wind Control", An Bochen couldn't wait to turn from beginning to end, and then listened to the first Wang Feng: "I have passed this secret technique to An Zhengwei, but I don't know why Wang Situ's secret is?"

"Is this over?" An Bochen was slightly surprised.

With a sneer, the first Wang Fengxia looked at Fan Anbochen and said, "What, do you want me to teach you step by step? Except for the meridians in the body that use the vortex to move the fire, the rest are no different from the practice of civil and military fire. One round is equivalent to the fire. With the help of the fire, the energy of heaven and earth is sucked, the root chakra is running, and the green fire is broken through, and then the energy of heaven and earth is sucked with the vortex, and the navel chakra can be used to absorb the energy of heaven and earth, running in the navel chakra, and so on. However, you need to understand the mystery of the Nine-word Mantra, otherwise even if you practice the vortex, you will not be able to use the secret technique. These are all necessary to understand them yourself."

Yes, you can only rely on yourself to practice, while others and external things can only rely on them at most, but you cannot rely on them.

An Bochen nodded and said in his heart.

"Now Captain An should be able to tell that secret."

The first Wang Feng said with a smile.

After thinking for a moment, An Bochen looked at the first Wang Feng and said, "Lu Sikong killed Liu Jun's former princess, Princess Lizhu went to Situ's mansion and formed an alliance with Wang Situ."

After saying that, An Bochen couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

Since Emperor Kuang appeared in Wang Situ's mansion, Wang Situ could not escape the relationship. An Bochen was right to say this. He did not say that Emperor Kuang, nor did he say that he really joined forces with Lizhu. Perhaps because deep down in his heart, An Bochen had more or less a favorable impression of Lizhu, and did not want the powerful emperor uncle in Zhongdu who had a high level of cultivation to know too much.

But in this way, he seemed a little sorry for the first time Wang Feng and Yue Qingqing, who taught him secret techniques, were both embarrassed and naturally chose the one they were inclined to. Besides, it was indeed a secret, but it was shocking than Emperor Bukuang's forbearance.

An Bochen didn't know whether he was right or wrong in doing this, but since he had said it, he was too lazy to think about it.

"A couplet of Wang Situ and Princess Lizhu"

Yue Qingqing pondered, nodded, and bowed to An Bochen with a smile: "Thank you, Captain An, and thank you for me and I will thank you for Mr. Wuxie, and I will leave you here."

After the secret technique was passed on, the secret was obtained. Wang Feng no longer had to pretend to be a color, waved his hand, and floated out without saying a word with the moon Qingqing.

After bowing farewell, An Bochen felt envious of the two people who were leaving.

Even if I am desperate, I may be together, but I am far better than myself. What am I thinking about?

Touching the bead chains on his wrist, An Bochen calmed down, sat cross-legged in front of the window, opened the volume of "The Story of the Wind" and placed it on his knees.

"The wind is shadowless and invisible, can carry all things, and can also lead to all things. The strong wind rises. Suddenly it crosses the sky and the river, floating as all things return to the beginning, and obtaining a cloud to form its momentum, and then crossing it to the sky."

"The Art of Wind Control" begins with obscure but gorgeous parallel prose. When I first read An Bochen, I felt a little difficult to speak. After reading it, I could speak it easily, and I felt like I was flying straight to the wind and clouds, flying straight to the sky, free and happy.

But the beginning made An Bochen feel relaxed and uncomfortable. An Bochen was intrigued, calmed his mind and read it wholeheartedly.

"A round of eating wind, and the same goes for the future. Eat the spiritual bosom in the wind, and refine it in the Zhoutian Wheel with fire. It seems that someone has changed it here."

His eyes fell to the word "fire", and An Bochen frowned slightly, then looked down and saw many traces of changes.

When his heart moved, An Bochen looked strange and murmured: "Is this "Wind Restoration Technique" not a secret technique, but was adapted into a secret technique by the First Emperor? But it's nothing. The practice methods in the world may be in common."

The great way is nine thousand, repulsive and interconnected.

This thought came up in An Bochen's mind for no reason. I don't know if it was the mystery that I accidentally learned after the sudden enlightenment of the fetal breath these days. An Bochen was eager to practice "The Story of Wind Control" and did not go into it in depth.

Continue to read down, Amberchen's brows became deeper and deeper. After scanning the whole article, there was only the mystery of wind and various casting marks, but it did not state how to absorb the spiritual blessing of wind.

The night wind blew, rolled up the bells around the eaves and clattered. An Bochen's heart moved and he opened his mouth suddenly, trying to swallow Ye Feng into his mouth.

He gritted his teeth, but there was nothing. Amberchen's cheeks were slightly red, and he felt unwilling to accept it. He opened his mouth and bit it away, but he still bit it.

The wind is shadowless and invisible, can carry all things and derive all things. But the wind passes without traces, so how can it keep the slightest?

In the outskirts of Liujing, a young man was driving a carriage, and a strong smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Qing'er, do you think Amber Chen will be trying his best to drink the Northwest Wind?"

After a long time, Yue Qingqing in the carriage did not make any sound.

The first Wang Feng frowned and shook his head and said, "Qing'er, are you blaming me for passing on his "Wind Restoration Technique"?"

It took a long time before a sigh came from the carriage.

"Xiaofeng, this "Wind Control Technique" does not have the method of absorbing the spiritual gift of wind, and it cannot be practiced at all. If you pass it on, it will not only be unable to practice, but it will also cause death."

Upon hearing this, the first Wang Feng, who was sitting next to the shaft of the car, smiled relaxedly: "Qing'er, have you forgotten that there is another lay Buddhist in Wuxie?"

"I'm afraid no one in Taoyuan can beat Senior Wuxie. However, Xiaofeng, you are too rude. After all, they have helped us a lot."

"Who told him to want to hit my Qing'er? Even if he teaches him a lesson, he will be happy. Qing'er, don't worry about him. When Zhongshan exchanges the big ship that goes out of the sea, no one will find us from now on."

The first Wang Feng said with a smile, and he looked up at Amano at dawn, and a deep expectation rose in his white eyes.

Subconsciously, the hateful face of the young man in blue flashed across his mind, and the first Wang Feng couldn't help but snorted coldly.

Even if you have taught you how to practice secret techniques and have given you the most noble treasure book in Taoyuan Village, you can only wait and see. You dare to make a decision to make Qing'er. If you don't kill you, I am merciful. I also want me to teach you secret techniques and jokes.

The boy drove a carriage and walked through the mountains and fields with treasures that he would never abandon in his life, but he never found that in the dense forest next to him, there was a scattered black fog that was extremely ugly like a shadow.

Avoid Wuhua, came out of Zhuque Street, followed the way, and the black fog stopped next to the Liujing boundary monument.

The black fog gradually solidified and turned into the young man wearing cloth shoes and frowning.

"It seems like I'm going to Zhongdu."

Zhang Bushi whispered, his eyes falling to the letter in his hand, and his brows frowned deeply.

The letter came from Zhongdu, which was written by his mentor, and there was only one short line: "The first Wang Feng and Yue Qingqing came from the Taoyuan Secret Scholar clan. If they leave Liujing and return north, they would stay there. If they want to escape, they would be killed without mercy."

"The Taoyuan Secret Art Clan has been missing for a long time."

With a sigh, Zhang Bushi shook his head. He still remembered the secret technique master who made a big fuss in Zhongdu two years ago. In the end, he was soaring to his master to take action that he had defeated him, but he still grew a pair of wings from his back and ran away.

If you can force the master to take action, that secret technique is enough to become famous.

But after that battle, Zhang Bushi heard from his master that the secret technique came from Taoyuan, where there were at least ten people who had the cultivation level like him, and there were even more people with advanced cultivation than him.

Zhang Bushi could hear Master’s fear and helplessness, and asked Master where the Taoyuan was. Master only said that he was outside the world and never mentioned it again, but Zhang Bushi kept it in mind.

The reason for practicing is not to see more powerful martial arts and fight with more powerful beings, so that we can live up to such good luck in this life.

The sky gradually turned white, and the big fireball deep in the clouds was about to move. The young man looked at the carriage that was leaving and sighed: "It's a pity that if you want to escape, I can take out the Blazing Blazing Knife."

The swords between his eyebrows were full of evil spirits, but Zhang Bushi had never sacrificed them, just because he had not yet met an opponent worthy of his sword.

Shaking his head, the boy turned around and was about to turn around. A dawn light fell from the shade of the trees. Looking up, Zhang Bushi's face, which had always been sad, had a hint of surprise.

At dawn, clouds roll and unfold. In the hole where the morning light falls, something seems to be dancing like a white dragon.
Chapter completed!