The first thirty-seventh chapter fleeting three years
"Xiao Jiang's appearance has changed drastically. His old tenderness has completely faded away, and he looks mature. If it weren't for that familiar look in his eyes, and the fact that he heard from Murong Jing's mouth about how he cultivated Shuangxue Qi, otherwise, he would look like now
It is really different from what I saw in the past. After all, the swordsmanship that he once relied on for survival now seems to be really sparse and ordinary, and he basically relies on his arrogant internal strength to defeat his opponent." Feng recalled with his chin.
"It's also been a hard time for this child. Three years have passed, one person and one island. It is not easy to survive the pain. It is understandable that the swordsmanship is unfamiliar, and the vicissitudes of life have matured... This is really torn by the rivers and lakes." The old man closed his eyes.
, took a deep breath, calmed down the ups and downs of his mind, and said slowly, "You said that he has cultivated two internal skills, one is Frost Snow Qi, maybe you can tell what the other one is?"
"At that time, in order to survive under his pressure, Huangfu Jun first used his explosive energy to force him back, and then used more than ten pulse-sealing energy to counterattack. He did not escape, but was not affected at all. I
I think that another internal skill he learned should be related to the method of moving acupuncture points. Judging from the breath, it should be a wood-type skill." Feng said after carefully recalling the scene at that time.
"Wood system technique? Then it should be the technique of tapping acupoints and cutting off the pulse. Although this child could not practice internal skills when he was a child, he memorized this technique very well and could use the technique of tapping acupoints and cutting off the pulse fluently. Shuangxue Zhenqi is a water system technique.
"Dharma, water can produce wood, but the excessive coldness after the Great Success actually caused the wood-type exercises hidden in his body to sprout and take root. With the help of the water-type exercises, the wood-type exercises can be said to be a matter of course, and get twice the result with half the effort."
The analysis gave a rough idea.
"Perhaps this is how much pain you can endure, and how much gain you can gain." Feng said with emotion.
"Yeah, but why did Chen'er appear there?" The old man was a little confused.
"He came from the direction of Jiangning County and went north." All Feng could do was provide the old man with clues for judgment.
"Go north... north, where is the Disha Gate." The old man said clearly.
"So it seems that Xiao Jiang is going to seek revenge?" Feng Zi also knew about the tragedy that happened on Xishan Island.
"It seems I have to trouble you with something." The old man said solemnly.
"Go and intercept him?" Feng asked.
"Stop him first," the old man replied.
"Stop him? Or should I teach him a lesson first?" Feng suddenly remembered the words Murong Jing often said, "You should teach this kid a lesson," and couldn't help but laugh.
"Please help me train Chen'er for a year." The old man naturally understood why Feng was laughing and followed up.
"One year?" Feng paused, then understood the old man's intention, and continued, "If it can be done, ten days and a half will be enough. If it can't be done, three to five years will be useless. One month later, I will give the results
bring."
There is no doubt about Feng's ability. Since he said this, the old man believed it.
"By the way, help me give him something." As soon as the old man finished speaking, a brass object flew into his hand in the dark. When he looked closely, it was a token the size of a palm.
"Is there anything you need to say?" Feng took the brass token handed over by the old man.
"Tell him that if he still trusts me, he will go to Ye Gongzi Lan Xi first." The old man said.
"Ye Gongzi Lan Xi?" He has been wandering around in the world for many years, but the person the old man is talking about is really something Feng has never heard of or seen. Although he knows that the old man will not be confused about his name, he can't help but frown and ask.
"That's right." The old man only answered with two words and did not want to say more. Seeing this, Feng stopped asking further questions.
"Is there anything else I need to do for you?" Seeing the old man hesitate to speak, Feng said.
"Tell me more, how do you plan to train him?" The old man couldn't help but be cautious about the missing sword, and finally couldn't help but ask.
"Broken bones are the best guide." Feng answered meticulously.
"That's it, please." Seeing Feng's seriousness, the old man also knew that this was the best training for Jiang Yichen, so he clasped his fists and thanked her.
"You're welcome, uncle. Please pay more attention to our tribe's affairs." Feng responded.
"Patriarch Mu has made up her mind, so have you made up your mind?" The old man frowned and asked for confirmation.
"The people in the clan swear to follow the clan leader until death." Feng said firmly.
"Okay, the Daoyi Alliance is always the best partner of the nobles." The old man said sincerely.
"This is something that my tribe and I firmly believe. Our tribe and your alliance can still accomplish many things within this year. One year later, we will still be comrades on the same front." Feng took the old man's extended hand and said,
Hands that make people feel calm and solid.
"By the way, I personally feel that Ziyexuan's behavior towards Tingyu Pavilion outside Bafangpu was definitely not caused by lust. It is best to find out the cause and effect between this. I think that in a few days, today's fog will
The matter of Gu will be involved with the matter of Shaolin's seal loss. At that time, not to mention the uproar in the city, Tingyu Pavilion will inevitably be dragged into the whirlpool of public opinion. If it is used by someone with intentions, it will eventually attract a lot of attention.
Trouble." Before leaving, Feng reminded him, "Goodbye."
"Oh, since you specifically reminded me, I will pay more attention to it." The old man responded, and said goodbye to Feng.
After Feng left, only a lonely old man and the dark shadow were left in Taoran Pavilion.
The mask of being cautious and calculating in front of outsiders has faded away, and the old man has shown an old look again. He has not been so depressed for a long time. It seems that since he was kidnapped on Xishan Island, he has been tense all the time.
He was afraid that he would be half a step behind others, causing immeasurable losses, which he would not be able to bear and live up to everyone's expectations.
In the past three years, the old man has worked hard to strategize within the Dao Yi Alliance, leading his comrades to struggle to survive in the chaos created by the major hostile forces. Not only has he met many more heroes, but he has also consolidated and strengthened the foundation of the alliance, and he has also made great achievements.
He launched many effective counterattacks, annihilated Xin Tang of the Red Sect with thunderous means, assassinated the masters of the Twelve Heavenly Sect's Fengsha Sect and Diansha Sect, and eliminated many smaller evil sects.
However, in the past three years, the Daoyi Alliance has suffered considerable losses. Two more secret gathering points were invaded by the enemy, resulting in the loss of a lot of manpower. The biggest loss was the loss of two major allies, Jiuzhou Jieyi and Sihaihui.
The two righteous alliances finally broke up completely, and the friendly relations with the Daoyi Alliance no longer existed. Although some gangs in the two alliances still maintained contacts with the Daoyi Alliance, they were more timid than in the past.
Everyone has their own precautions.
If there is anything worth mentioning in the past three years, it is that the Tushita Gang seems to have become more settled. Perhaps they are tired of dealing with Buji Island, or they may be recuperating. However, this quiet poisonous snake has always been
It makes people dare not relax at all.
As for the situation of several famous and decent sects in the past three years, the situation is mixed.
The Kongtong sect was completely reduced to a state of decline. They surrendered to the imperial court and served the imperial court. Recently, there have been rumors that this Kongtong sect seems to be training elite soldiers for the Jinyi Guards, and that a thousand-year-old noble family has become a vassal of power.
The Kunlun Sect made the same choice as the Wudang Sect a few years ago. Taking advantage of the dangerous terrain of Kunlun Mountain that is easy to defend but difficult to attack, they closed the mountain gate and refused to see the world.
Putian Shaolin and Songshan Shaolin are strong enough to support themselves and avoid being secretly squeezed by many forces.
As for the Emei Sect and the Wudang Sect, they miraculously merged into one place without anyone noticing, and gathered together in Wudang Mountain. They eliminated all the gangsters in Wudang, blessed the people everywhere, and retained the prestige of the famous sect alone.
In the past three years, the endless twists and turns between the government and the opposition have made the old man exhausted and exhausted. Now it is rare that something can make him feel so happy, and he can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"It has been three years, but I never thought that this jade embryo would cultivate itself into a sword and return with a sharp edge." The old man sighed.
"It's really not easy." Han Wuyue secretly couldn't help but agree.
"How many years does it take to sharpen a sword?" the old man asked.
"Ten years." Han Wuyue replied.
"Including less than a year when he first entered the world, it has only been four years now." The old man calculated.
"These four years are comparable to seven or eight years." Han Wuyue said.
"Do you think that if Feng goes away, can he make up for the remaining two years of his time?" the old man asked.
"It still lacks some heat." Han Wuyue replied.
"Oh? How do you say it?" The old man was puzzled.
"The final tempering of the magical weapons requires integration into the world." Han Wuyue explained.
"Yes, that's right. It seems I was too impatient." The old man shook his head.
"After all, the current situation is about long nights and dreams." Han Wuyue understood the old man's thoughts very well.
"Sigh." The old man rarely sighed, but once he sighed, it would really embarrass him. "What do you think of the recent uproar about the loss of seals in Shaolin Temple?"
"Monks don't lie."
"So, you have found out that this news was indeed spread by people from Shaolin?"
"From the mouth of Master Qingku."
"Then do you think Tingyu Pavilion will be related to the loss of seal?"
