Chapter 145 The Art of the Wind

He looked at the first Wang Feng unexpectedly, and the complex flashed in his green eyes. He hesitated for a moment but didn't say anything.

Turning around, the first Wang Fengyu said earnestly, "What I want to pass on to you is the most mysterious of the three sets of secret skills, Yufeng Shu."

Seeing that An Bochen's face was full of joy, the first Wang Feng became more and more proud. He paused and said solemnly, "Heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang, and yin and yang are divided into five elements, but there are two things that do not belong to the five elements. This wind art is my treasure. The legend is so mysterious. Do you want to learn it?

Hearing this, An Bochen nodded repeatedly and couldn't help but be happy.

Just listening to the word "Yufeng" has a sense of floating like a fairy. It is extremely wonderful. subconsciously, An Bochen ignored the word "legend" said by the first Wang Feng.

An Bochen responded unexpectedly, and the first Wang Feng was extremely proud.

Since it is a legend, it has a second meaning - so far, no one in Taoyuan has practiced the Royal Wind Art. Although this Royal Wind Art was passed down by the First Emperor, it was not created by him. As for its origin, the Taoyuan elders have always been quiet, and even the first Wang Feng and Yue Qingqing are not clear. On that day, when he escaped from Taoyuan, the first Wang Feng took this "Yu Feng Shu" as his hostage and made the clan guard the rat taboo weapon, and then he successfully escaped.

As soon as he fled, he fled to the south of the Yangtze River. "Yu Fengshu" was put beside him again, but it made the first Wang Feng feel very hot. If he can successfully escape from Da Kuang, this "Yu Feng Shu" will definitely not be able to return to Taoyuan, and the first Wang Feng is more or less guilty. But you can't throw it away casually, so it's the best choice to give it to the person in front of you. When the people in Taoyuan came all the way to Liujing, they could find An Bochen and "Yufengjutsu" and teach him this skill. Even if he can't learn it, the first Wang Feng and Yue Qingqing also fulfilled their promise to the innocent chu, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

Taking out the quaint scroll from his arms, the first Wang Feng hesitated for a moment and handed it to An Bochen.

"This is the "Royal Wind Art". According to legend, if you can be cultivated, one round can attract the wind, the second round can turn into a wind blade, and three rounds can swim in the wind..."

After taking over the "Yufengjutsu", An Bochen couldn't wait to turn it from beginning to end, and listened to the first Wang Feng: "I have passed on this secret skill to Captain An, but I don't know what is the secret of Wang Situ?"

"Is that all?" An Bochen was slightly surprised.

With a sneer, Wang Feng looked up and down at An Bochen and said, "What, do you still want me to teach you? Except for the Zhoutian meridians in the body, the rest of the secret art is no different from the practice of literature, martial arts and fire. A round is equivalent to the fire. With the help of fire, it absorbs the energy of heaven and earth, runs the under the sea wheel, and breaks through to the green fire. Then it can absorb the energy of heaven and earth with the green fire and run on the navel wheel, and so on. You just need to understand the mystery of the nine-character truth, otherwise even if you are full of wheel vortex, you can't use secret skills. You need to understand all these by yourself.

Also, you can only rely on yourself to practice. At most, you can only rely on others, but you can't rely on them.

An Bochen nodded and said in his heart.

"Now Lieutenant An can tell that secret."

The first Wang Feng said with a smile.

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

After saying that, An Bochen couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Since Emperor Kuang appeared in Wang Situ's mansion, Wang Situ can't get rid of it. An Bochen is right to say so. He didn't say that it was Emperor Kuang, nor did he say that it was Emperor Kuang who really teamed up with Lizhu and Liujun. Perhaps because in the depths of his heart, An Bochen had a more or less good impression on Lizhu, and he didn't want to know too much about the powerful and powerful uncle in Zhongdu.

But in this way, he seems to be a little sorry for teaching him the secret skills of Wang Feng and Yue Qingqing... Both sides were in a dilemma, so they naturally chose the one they were inclined to. Besides, it was indeed a secret, but it was not as shocking as Emperor Kuang's forbearance.

An Bochen didn't know whether he was right or wrong to do so, but now that he has said it, he doesn't bother to think too much.

"Wang Situ and Princess Lizhu teamed up..."

Yue Qingqing meditated, nodded, smiled and bowed his hand to An Bochen and said, "Thank you, Colonel An, for thank you for the two of us. Say goodbye."

After the secret art was passed on, the secret was in hand. The first Wang Feng did not have to pretend to be a color. He waved his hand and floated out with the moon green without saying a word.

He said goodbye and looked at the distant figure of the two. An Bochen was envious.

Even if it is a desperate world, it may be together, but it is far better than the solitary self... What am I thinking about?

Touching the bead chain on his wrist, An Bochen restrained his heart, sat cross-legged in front of the window, opened the roll of "Yu Feng Shu" and put it on his knees.

“...... The wind, shadowless and invisible, can carry all things, and can also produce all things... The wind rises, and suddenly crosses the Tianhe River, floating in the beginning of all things, a cloud becomes its momentum, and the sky will cross..."

The beginning of "Yufengshu" is obscure and gorgeous. At the first reading, An Bochen felt a little embarrassed. Later, he was catchy, and only felt that the whole person was like the wind and clouds, flying straight to the nine heavens, free and happy.

It's just that the beginning of the article makes An Bochen feel relaxed and happy. He is so uncomfortable. An Bochen is interested, calm down, and read it wholeheartedly.

"A round of eating wind will be the same in the future. It is spiritual in the wind, and combined with the fire, it is refined in the Zhoutian wheel vortex... Well, it seems to have been altered here.

Looking at the word "fire", An Bochen frowned slightly, and then looked down and saw a lot of traces of alteration.

When his heart moved, An Bochen looked strange and muttered, "Is it possible that this "Yufengshu" is not a secret skill, but it has been adapted into a secret skill by the first emperor? But it doesn't matter. There may be something in common in the world.

The road is 9,000, and they are repulsed.

An Bochen's idea floated in his mind for no reason, and I don't know if it's the meaning that he occasionally got after the epiphany these days. An Bochen was eager to practice "Yu Feng Shu" and did not delve into it.

Continuing to look down, An Bochen frowned deeper and deeper. He swept through the whole article. There was only the mystery of the wind and various casting fingerprints, but he did not write how to suck the spirit of the wind.

The night wind came, and the bells on the edge of the eaves rattled. An Bochen's heart moved and suddenly opened his mouth to swallow the night wind in his mouth.

He gritted his teeth, but there was nothing. An Bochen's cheeks were slightly red, and he was unwilling. He opened his mouth and bit it again, and still bit empty.

The wind is shadowless and invisible. It can carry everything and derive everything. But if the wind passes without trace, how can it be kept at all?

In the suburbs of Liujing, the teenager drove the carriage with a strong smile on the corners of his mouth.

"Qing'er, do you think An Bochen is desperately drinking the northwest wind now?"

For a long time, the moon in the carriage did not make a sound.

The first Wang Feng frowned and shook his head and said, "Qing'er, are you complaining about me for passing on his "Yu Feng Shu"?"

It took a long time for a sigh to sound in the carriage.

"Xiao Feng, this "Yu Feng Shu" does not have the method of sucking the spirit of the wind, and it can't be practiced at all. If you pass it on to him, not only can't practice, but it will also lead to the disaster of killing."

Hearing the words, the first Wang Feng, who sat next to the car, smiled relaxedly: "Qinger, don't you forget that there is still an innocent layman?"

"It's also... I'm afraid that no one in Taoyuan can compete with the innocent predecessors today. However, Xiaofeng, you are too fooling. After all, he has helped us a lot.

"Who told him to think about my Qinger, even if he taught him a lesson and made him happy... Well, Qinger, leave him alone. When Zhongdu exchanges secrets for a big ship going to sea, no one will find us from now on.

The first Wang Feng said with a smile. He looked up at Amano, who was about to arrive at dawn, and there was a strong expectation in his white eyes.

Consciously, the hateful face of the young man in blue flashed through his mind, and the first Wang Feng couldn't help snorting coldly.

Even if I have taught you how to practice secret arts and given you the supreme treasure book in Taoyuan Village, you can only look at it. If you dare to hit Qinger, I will show mercy if I don't kill you, and I want you to teach you secret skills... Joke.

The teenager drove a carriage and walked through the mountains with treasures that he would never discard in his life, but he did not find that in the dense forest beside him, there was a black fog that was extremely difficult to see.

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

The black fog gradually condensed and turned back to the teenager in cloth shoes with a sad face.

"It seems that it should be in the middle."

Zhang Bushi whispered, his eyes fell on the letter in his hand, and his eyebrows frowned deeply.

The letter is from Zhongdu. It is written by his teacher. There is only one short line: "The first Wang Feng and Yue Qingqing are from the Taoyuan secret clan. If they come out of Liujing and return to the north, they will stay. If they want to escape, they will be killed without mercy."

"Taoyuan Secret Clan... I haven't seen you for a long time."

With a sigh, Zhang Bushi shook his head. He still remembered the secret master who made a scene two years ago. In the end, he was forced to defeat him by his father, but he still gave birth to a pair of wings from his back and fled.

If you can force the divine master to take action, that secret art is enough to be famous.

But after that war, Zhang Bushi heard the master say that the secret artist came from Taoyuan. There were at least a dozen people with such cultivation as him, and there were more people with more cultivation than him.

Zhang Bushi could hear the master's fear and helplessness. He asked the master where Taoyuan was. The 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 skills and fight with those more powerful beings, so as to live up to the good luck in this life.

The sky gradually turned white, and the fireball in the depths of the clouds was ready to move. The young man's cloth shoes looked at the carriage that was far away and sighed, "Unfortunately, if you want to escape, I can take out the broken eyebrow knife."

Two knives in the eyebrows, and the evil spirit is continuous, but Zhang Bushi has never sacrificed, just because he has not met an opponent worthy of his knife.

He shook his head, and the teenager turned around and was about to turn around. A morning light fell from the shade of the trees and looked up. Zhang Bushi's face had only a trace of surprise.

At dawn, the clouds are rolling, and there seems to be something tor and dance in the hole where the dawn falls... It's like a white dragon...