Chapter 8 Silent Finger First Type, Flower Finger!

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In Ye Qingyan's eyes, behind countless Murongjue in front of him, there seems to be a Buddha sitting side by side. Each Buddha pinched a different seal, smiling face, reciting the Buddhist scriptures, and staring at Ye Qingyan in front of him. Behind each Buddha, there is a light wheel, and the Buddha's light shines all over the world.

In the eyes of others, Ye Qingyan slowly sat on his knees, gently closed his eyes, and gently pinched his fingers. The mark of his hand was as fast as thunder, but it gave people an unusually slow feeling.

Ye Qingyan's hand pinched fingers had the initial astringency, and slowly became proficient, so that the final roundness was satisfactory. His movements and his look gave people an unusually dull feeling without a trace of vulgarity.

With the passage of time, Ye Qingyan's hand-printing movement became more and more proficient. It can be said that it has reached the point of being fascinated. For several hours, Ye Qingyan was able to achieve this step, not to mention that Shen Feiyan and Murong sisters were shocked by Shen Feiyan's evil behavior. Even Murong Jue, a martial arts master, felt incredible!

You should know that what Ye Qingyan now understands is not a low-level martial arts. It is a flower finger that focuses on the essence of his martial arts. How can he be easily understood by others? But this does not seem to be the end. Next, Murong Jue saw something more shocking to him!

Murong's flower finger has thousands of changes, which is dazzling and unpreventable. Coupled with its strong power, it can indeed be called the best martial arts.

Murong knows very well that his flowering fingers are ever-changing, which can create thousands of illusions, which makes people deeply trapped in it and can't extricate themselves. However, Ye Qingyan not only did not follow Murong Jue's original path, but also did the opposite, and gradually evolved from the complex polynomial fingering method to one finger.

Ye Qingyan slowly opened his mysterious and deep eyes like a starry sky, and then gently stretched out his left index finger. An inexplicable breath instantly stirred between Ye Qingyan's index finger, making him hunt in white, and his black hair dance in the wind!

Once you point out, the sky and the earth change color!

Murong Jue and others looked at Ye Qingyan, who was slowly recruiting, and were stunned!

It was still Murong Jue's first reaction. He looked up to the sky and laughed and said, "Okay... It's really worthy of being my Murongjue's son!"

"Yan'er, this finger is already your own martial arts. What name are you going to give it?" Murong Jue stared at Ye Qingyan with some excitement, as if he were looking at the most satisfactory work in his life.

If you have a son like this, what do you want?

Ye Qingyan turned his head and looked at Murong Jue and whispered, "Flower finger, silence refers to the first type, flower finger!"

When Murong Jue heard Ye Qingyan's words, he was stunned at first, and then smiled instantly: "What a silent finger, what a flower finger, Yaner, waiting for your father to create a stronger finger, hahaha..." Murong Jue understood what Ye Qingyan meant. The reason why he named it a flower finger is that there is indeed a little finger. The meaning of Hua's smile is to show his respect for his adoptive father!

Looking at the extremely excited Murong Jue in front of him, Ye Qingyan nodded solemnly and said seriously, "Don't worry, godfather, the child will definitely not let the adoptive father lose!"

Unconsciously, Ye Qingyan seemed to be much more cheerful than before. In the face of a series of blows, he has always endured it silently. He has never declared it or shouted out of his temper. Except for the death of his father, he has never shed a drop of tears. In the eyes of others, he Ye Qing Yan, Ye Qingyan, whose father died and his eldest brother was killed, is strong.

But only he knows that what hides behind the strong mask is painful.

He has always clearly understood that life does not believe in tears! In the face of difficulties, heartbreak, and frustrated, if you can't clean up your mood and treat it with a new look and a positive attitude, then you will eventually be abandoned by life, fall into the eternal abyss, and never extricate yourself!

Therefore, Ye Qingyan intends to get himself out of the mud of hatred first and not provoke him until he has the absolute strength to defeat Ye Jiuxiao, because he knows that it is not brave, but a stupid way to seek his own death.

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Holding a pot of sake, Ye Qingyan sat alone at the top of the attic and looked at the bright moon hanging above the nine heavens with ethereal eyes.

The light wind at night is cool and pleasant, which makes Ye Qingyan, who was originally hot in his heart, feel much more refreshed and comfortable.

For Ye Qingyan, today is a unique day, because today not only relieves the distress of Ye Qingyan's strength for many years, but also untied a knot in Ye Qingyan's heart, making him more calm and calm in the face of the tragic reality.

Murong Qingcheng, standing in the courtyard, looked at Ye Qingyan sitting in the attic, with eyes as gentle as water. Her mind is clear and exquisite, and she knows what Ye Qingyan needs to choose, what she needs to face, and what she needs to give up! Although she talked very little, and although she didn't know Ye Qingyan for a long time, to be precise, she really knew Ye Qingyan. She didn't know if it was a good idea, but every time she saw Ye Qingyan frown, her heart would be very painful. She hoped to smooth Ye Qingyan's frown with her gentleness. Trace, stroked the sadness from the corners of Ye Qingyan's eyes.

Ye Qingyan seemed to feel something. He turned around and saw Murong Qingcheng below staring at him gently. He was stunned and immediately said, "Sister, you haven't slept yet!" This time, my sister seems to be much smoother than before.

Murong Qingcheng's toes were light, and his body suddenly took off and flew to Ye Qingyan. His purple clothes fluttered like a fairy, like a fairy.

Sitting gently beside Ye Qingyan, Murong Qingcheng gently opened his lips and said in a gentle and ethereal voice, "You haven't slept either!"

Ye Qingyan was stunned and then said, "I can't sleep."

Murong Qingcheng nodded and said, "Me too!"

Ye Qingyan was stunned first, then laughed, and then a long silence.

Although Ye Qingyan is a little evil, he rarely has the experience of getting along with girls. The palace courtyard is heavily guarded, and Ye Qingyan has no sisters. Therefore, except for his aunt and the girl who had a special relationship with him in those years, he really has no experience of communicating with other girls. Ye Qingyan's thoughts were a little erratic about the beautiful woman around him for several years.

"She must be more beautiful now!" Ye Qingyan thought in his heart.

Suddenly, Murong Qingcheng's gentle voice sounded softly in Ye Qingyan's ear: "Qingyan, do you have a girl you like?" Rarely, the faintness in Murong Qingcheng's voice disappeared without a trace, but it was replaced by a trace of shyness, and there was also a blush on Qingcheng's cheeks.

Looking at Murong Qingcheng, who is a little different from usual, Ye Qingyan said gently, "Like, what is like?" There was a trace of confusion in Ye Qingyan's voice.