Chapter 7 The Secret of Xuantian Zhengxin

Far away, Han Fei can see how magnificent the purple fog dragon on the twelve stone pillars is.

Hundreds of people on the stone platform suddenly changed their gestures. They still held a pair of rune paper in their left hand, spread out their right hands, opened their mouths slightly, and spit out a short pocket sword, which was long in the wind and three feet long in the blink of an eye.

The flying sword roared and broke through the air. Nearly a hundred disciples pinched a rune paper at the same time and shouted in a low voice. Fires suddenly flew out of the rune paper, turned into a fire dragon, and instantly wrapped around the flying sword.

Han Fei and others were dazzled and their eyes were shocked.

Not only them, but even Ye Feng was surprised. Seeing hundreds of fire dragons rising into the air together, the momentum was quite amazing.

When he fell on the stage, Han Fei looked around and saw that the twelve pillars were carved with a long dragon. From beginning to end, the whole body was made of square rune paper, which can definitely be called a masterpiece.

Everyone on the stone platform stopped, withdrew their flying swords, and looked at the ten cold flying people together. There are two high platforms in front of the stone platform. Ye Feng stood on the small platform and bowed to a middle-aged man in green on the high platform and said, "Master, there are ten new disciples. Bai Qing, 15 years old. Han Fei is twelve years old. Wang Cheng, thirteen years old..."

"Uh-huh!" Heshan nodded. As the second disciple of the owner of Ziyunfeng, the eldest brother went down the mountain and wandered. He replaced the eldest brother in charge of Ziyunfeng. With a nod with admiration, he got up and said to the ten people of Hanfei: "From now on, you should memorize the rules of the sect and don't make mistakes."

After saying that, he said to Ye Feng, "Ye Feng, you can take them to find a place to live later and send clothes!"

"Yes!" Ye Feng said respectfully, but there was an inexplicable movement in the depths of his eyes.

Han Fei stood below, carefully looking at the master in front of him, tall and powerful, and not smiling! This is Han Fei's first impression.

Heshan said to all his disciples, "What are the difficulties for brothers to practice in the future? You must teach them carefully!"

"Yes!" Nearly a hundred people answered.

The ten people of Hanfei were sent off the stone platform again, and they all looked back reluctantly.

Ten people followed Ye Feng and walked for most of the day, but they didn't know where they had gone. Until I walked to the side of a small mountain, there were wooden houses, which were extremely exquisitely built.

Ye Feng turned his head and waved his hand. He saw a purple light flashing in a small bag around his waist, and everyone suddenly had a variety of items in his hand.

Two sets of clothes, cyan, and white bamboo swayed under the cuffs and hem. Two ancient books and a black iron sword.

"Only the inner disciples of Xianxia Sect can wear this dress, and the outer disciples are uniformly white. One of the two books is the secret of the mind. This is a set of skills to cultivate the mind and spiritual power. You should practice it well. The other book is the introduction to the basic art of seal, which is very involved in the middle, including the five elements of yin and yang and the gossip array. You can't learn it for the time being, so you can keep it to practice slowly in the future. The black iron sword is used by disciples who have not yet heard of it to protect themselves. After all, there are many beasts on the mountain. Over there, it is the Purple Bamboo Forest. Neilin is not allowed to enter without the master's order!"

After Ye Feng finished speaking, he spit out his flying sword and said, "Every day, my children send food. If it is difficult for you to practice, you can go there to find me or other brothers!" With that, he pointed to the other direction of the mountain, and everyone in the distance saw a towering tree there.

After Ye Feng finished speaking, the sword flew away.

Han Fei hugged his clothes and two books tightly and said secretly, "You must practice well so that you can take revenge in the future. You must find that person!"

In my mind, it seemed to return to the snowy day and saw the woman in white with a white sword on the dark fog.

Yo. Brother Han can't wait to start practicing!" Bai Qing strangely surrounded Han Fei with the other eight people.

Han Fei frowned, his heart beat slightly, and said in a low voice, "Bai...Brother, and brothers, I don't know what's the matter?" Han Fei couldn't adapt to the name 'Brother' for a while, and he was a little awkward.

And this suffocation, listening to Bai Qing, felt a little sarcastic.

With a cold snorting, Bai Qing grabbed the black iron sword in his hand and slowly raised it.

The black iron sword is not sharp, but when he saw Bai Qing raising the sword, Han Fei actually felt that the sword was extremely sharp, and there was a sense of heavyness in his heart.

It was a very contradictory feeling, which made Han Fei fall into a dull state for a while.

However, just for a moment of dullness, he was awakened by a sense of crisis and hurriedly put the black iron sword in his hand in front of him.

"When--" The heavy collision sounded, Han Fei flew backwards with the sound, and all the clothes in his hands were scattered on the ground.

Bai Qing stepped forward and grabbed Hanfei's Qingyi and the two books he dropped. After a glance, he ignored it, but the next moment he was attracted by a pair of petite edelweisss boots.

Grabbing the small velvet boots, Bai Qing smiled and said sarcastically, "Brother Han likes to wear small shoes!"

His mockery made the other eight people burst out laughing.

They laughed so much, but they didn't see it. After Han Fei stood up, he held the hand of the black iron sword, which had trembled, and his body was trembling slowly.

Looking at the hands of the white green ** small velvet boots, Han Fei only felt that his heart was kneaded, and the pain was incomparable. His eyes were filled with blood and murder in an instant.

"Roar!" Bai Qingzheng and other brothers smiled. Unexpectedly, Han Fei suddenly burst out, and the black iron sword turned into a black light and cut it straight down.

Bai Qing shouted badly, hurriedly threw away his velvet boots, grabbed the black iron sword and blocked it. But with his hasty resistance, how could he stop Han Fei's furious blow?

Han Fei is proficient in the two-character sword formula and knows how to exert all his power. When he was angry, his body naturally used the secret of splitting the sword. In addition, because of the enhanced physical strength of the mixed beads, this blow unexpectedly cut the white green and flew backwards out.

Hit Bai Qing, and Han Fei desperately picked up his small velvet boots, as if he were holding his beloved treasure. His eyes were congested and he swept around, which scared the other eight people to take a few steps back.

At this moment, they all felt that the violence on Han Fei's body, facing Han Fei, was equivalent to facing a fierce beast. The bloodthirsty eyes scared them to turn pale.

Seeing that they did not seem to compete for the little velvet boots, Han Fei ignored the blood-spitting Bai Qing and his resentful face, but picked up the small velvet boots and other things and ran to one of the wooden houses.

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In the wooden house, Han Fei curled up in a narrow corner, and his mind was full of black fog and a sad scream.

I don't know how long it took. When Han Fei felt that there was a cool airflow in his body, he regained his mind.

Carefully put the little velvet boots on the wooden pillow, and couldn't help thinking of Baoer, the cute and naughty little face, the last sad cry, and reaching out to his hand before dying.

Shake your head and shake off those shadows. I picked up a book and read it carefully.

After only reading a few pages, Han Fei felt dizzy. Xuantian Zhengxin's secret has not yet been told. What is inserted in the first few pages is the description of the so-called cultivation of immortals, which tells a special magical world.

There are nine major realms: hearing Taoism, refining gas, building foundation, Yuanhua, Jindan, Yuanying, spiritual orifice, Mahayana, and crossing the disaster. Every realm has a mysterious feeling and incomparable power.

"What a magical world of immortals!" After reading the simple narration, Han Fei abandoned those miscellaneous thoughts and focused on the secret of Xuantian Zhengxin.

How to prove Xuantian, Taoism and heart can be righteous!

"The greatness of the sky, the mystery of the sky, can you prove it with a Taoist heart?" Han Fei looked at Xuantian's heart formula in surprise.

A few pages can be finished in half an hour. Han Fei also wrote down the skills of Xuantian's heart formula based on his memory. Indeed, as Ye Feng said, this is just a skill to cultivate the mind and understand the sky. Although there is also a heart method to teach people to practice spiritual power, it is also ordinary and requires other skills to cooperate with practice. For example, a set of sword tips, practicing the sword tips and assisting with the Xuantian heart tips, the power of the sword moves can be imagined.

"It turned out that it was just a set of auxiliary skills, only practicing spiritual power and Taoism. Then the main attack method of my Ziyunfeng is still Fu Zhuan. Han Fei guessed secretly. He was not in a hurry to look at the charm, but lay down quietly and took a nap.

There are nine layers of Xuantian's heart secret, and each layer corresponds to a realm. Above that, it all depends on personal understanding.

"Those who hear Taoism, their hearts need to be quiet, go to the delusions of mortal world, and get rid of mortal knowledge..." The next day, Han Fei looked at the first introduction of the mind method, and had the impulse to hit the wall.

Clip the book, learn the way of meditation in the book, cross your legs, put your hands naturally on your knees, and try to calm your heart.

But even if it calms down, you can't find a trace of the general in the book.

"I'm depressed. I have to ask Brother Ye Feng for advice!" Han Fei jumped out of bed, put on the blue coat representing Ziyunfeng, carried a black iron sword, and put the small velvet boots and two books into the package and carried them with him.

Most of the peaks here belong to Ziyunfeng, and the places where Hanfei ten people live are also temporarily tranged. In addition, there are many other places where people can live.

As soon as I went out, I saw a man walking forward with a bamboo basket. Han Fei took a look and suddenly understood that they just couldn't pass the assessment and insisted on staying as disciples of the outer door. While being taught to cultivate immortals under the jurisdiction of Xianxia Sect, they also had to manage external things. This is one of the reasons for sending food to the disciples of the new generation.

Han Fei ignored him. He is so anxious now that he can't have time to eat. Looking at the towering trees on another hill, he rushed straight there.

(The new book is going to be on the new book list. I hope that friends who pass by can collect it. Of course, if there is a red ticket, please vote for it. Buddha is very grateful! Thank you!)