Chapter 7 Flower Finger!

Ask for red tickets, I'm still running naked now...

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Beautiful dusk always has an indescribable charm, reminiscent of past memories.

In the flowers and plants all over the sky, several people drank to the moon, sighed at the moon, and quietly listened to Murong Jue tell his experience and Ye Jiuzhong...

The joy of teaming up against the enemy; the heroic spirit of lying drunk in the world; in a flick of fingers, the spirit of killing the opponent...

Sour and bitter, bloody and heroic, can't say the crazy persistence of the past.

Ye Qingyan looked at the bright moon above the sky, gently holding the white jade wine glass full of wine in his right hand, and his low voice floated in his ear, thinking of his father who had been extremely tolerant of him; thinking of the years of practicing swords with his eldest brother and unscrupulous publicity together; thinking of growing up slowly with himself. , infinitely gentle to herself, but now I don't know where she is; I think of my sister Murong Qingcheng, whom I just met...

Thinking of those dreamlike past, Ye Qingyan's cheeks, which made countless women crazy and jealous, had already unconsciously shed two lines of tears...

The next morning, the sun rises in the east, the sun shines, and the dewdrops on the grass by the roadside shines with seven-color luster under the sunlight.

Ye Qingyan woke up by the dazzling sunshine, but found that there seemed to be a sound around him. He hurriedly got up and saw Murong Qingcheng put his clothes on the table by the bed. Murong Qingcheng seemed to hear Ye Qingyan's sound of getting up. Her body suddenly stopped, and then suddenly relaxed, but she did not turn around. Instead, he continued to gently tidy up Ye Qingyan's clothes, and then got up and left Ye Qingyan's room.

Ye Qingyan stared at the exquisite Murong Qingcheng from behind. Seeing her getting farther and farther away from him, he couldn't help saying, "Thank you, Qingcheng... sister!"

Hearing Ye Qingyan call her sister, Murong Qingcheng, who was moving forward, her body suddenly trembled. After a long time, she gently gave a 'um', then accelerated her pace and left Ye Qingyan's room more quickly.

Looking at the clean and neatly washed clothes in front of him, Ye Qingyan's heart once again felt a strong sourness.

After several people got up and washed up and had a delicious breakfast carefully prepared by the Murong sisters, Murong absolutely Ye Qingyan said, "Come on, Yaner, let's go outside and let your father see how your cultivation is!"

Ye Qingyan nodded, walked out of the attic with Murong Jue, and went to an open space outside the small courtyard, followed by several others.

Ye Qingyan stood on the flowers and plants on the ground with a bright sword.

Suddenly, he moved, and the sword seemed to have spirituality in his hand. Every move and formula in his hand was not only powerful, but also always made people feel a different charm.

Fly as if you are shocked, as if you are a dragon!

This set of swordsmanship is the town swordsmanship of the Tianshui Royal. Naturally, its power is extraordinary, but it is limited by Ye Qingyan's strength and cannot exert his power.

"Yan'er, your strength is low. Although this set of swordsmanship is powerful, there is not much merit in your hand except beauty!" Murong frowned.

Ye Qingyan said bitterly, "I know, but my godfather, I have been practicing hard for six years and have not had a trace of slack, but my strength has been stagnated in the five elements and seven heavens, and I can't break through. I... have no choice!"

"You are the body of the five elements. Although the body of the five elements has many strange things, it can't limit your growth, so your cultivation stagnation must be caused by other reasons; I checked your body last night and did find the reason!" Speaking of this, the strange color in Murong's eyes is even heavier.

"What!" Ye Qingyan exclaimed that no one wants more than him to find the reason why he can't make progress in his cultivation. Over the years, he has had enough of spiritual torture.

Several other people also showed their attention.

Murong Jue's face was solemn and said, "The reason why your cultivation has not progressed over the years is that there is a very special but extremely powerful force on your body, and this power seems to be innate. It is entangled with your soul, but now you don't have to worry about this problem anymore. There is a powerful treasure in your body. This treasure and that power have reached a certain balance, so now that the restrictions on your cultivation no longer exist, you can rest assured to practice in the future.

Murong Jue's face was unusually relaxed, but there was a trace of doubt in his heart. How could that power be somewhat similar to that existence?

Although he was puzzled, Murong Jue did not say it. He looked at the ecstatic Ye Qingyan in front of him, shook his head helplessly and said, "Yan'er, you have a deep blood grudge, but if you want to revenge, you must have the strength to dominate the world. Now the problem of your cultivation has been solved, but you don't have any powerful martial arts skills. How can I fight with others? In order to prevent being recognized by others, your Ye family's martial arts skills are useless. Today, I will pass on a set of martial arts skills to your father!"

Behind Murong Jue is a vast forest and a cloudless blue sky. He slowly carried his hands, his black hair was floating, and he had an extraordinary temperament of a martial arts master.

staring at Ye Qingyan in front of him, Murong Jue said slowly, "The martial arts in the world is divided into four levels of heaven and earth. Each level is divided into three levels. What you passed on to your father is a set of knot fingering. Which level it is it is? I have never judged for my father. Do you know why?"

Ye Qingyan pondered for a moment and said, "The power of different martial arts in the hands of different people is naturally different!"

"Hahaha..." Murong Jue looked up to the sky and smiled and said, "You can teach, you can teach!"

"Five years ago, I set foot in North Shaolin, Yunzhou, and fought a battle with the contemporary abbot of North Shaolin. In the end, he narrowly won. He entered the Little Leiyin Temple in North Shaolin, watched the Buddha's flowers smile and realized something, so he closed in North Shaolin for seven or 49 days, and finally created a flower fingering method!"

"After that, after many modifications for my father and me, the flower finger concentrated the essence of martial arts. Since then, the flower finger has been great!"

Murong Jue shouted softly, "Look, Yaner, pass on your flower finger for your father. There are no moves, only tricks. How much you can understand from it depends on your own creation."

After saying that, Murong Jue's body is like electricity. Every time he flashes, dozens of shadows appear, which are almost incredible, and each of his shadows are exactly the same as the real Murong Jue and even have no difference in expression.

In an instant, dozens of Murongjue quickly stretched out their left hand, little finger, middle finger, ring finger and thumb at the same time. Each point made the world pale and the wind and clouds change!