Huang Ting

Hu Xiuwu, Guan Shihua, Deng Youfu and others returned to the hotel, and Yu Baiyuan also came back with them.

When they arrived in the room, Hu Xiuwu checked the two new things today, the Kurezhu Sheath Royal Staff Sword and the secret book of Feitian Royal Sword Style.

Naturally, there was no need for the Wuzhu Sheath Royal Sword. Without further explanation, Hu Xiuwu first looked through the secret book of Feiten Royal Sword Style.

The Feiten sword-style is an ancient style of swordsmanship that is good at defeating large numbers of enemies. It is known as the most ferocious swordsmanship in the Japanese country, and has the title of the strongest swordsmanship in the Japanese country. Higurashi Seijuro in the past has the title of "Land Black Ship".

However, because of the fierce and domineering moves of Feiten Mitsurugi style, the physical requirements for practitioners are extremely high.

However, although the first few moves of the Feitian sword-style are all killing moves, they never show mercy.

However, if one wants to learn the last move of swordsmanship, which is the Sky Soaring Dragon Flash used by Yu Baiyuan, the practitioner must be able to appreciate the preciousness and beauty of life.

As a result, between the thought of life and death, a strong desire to survive burst out, and he performed a sword-drawing slash that was faster than a divine-speed sword-drawing slash, such as the Sky Soaring Dragon Flash.

Hu Xiuwu's physique is much stronger than that of other people of the same age. Among his contemporaries, there may only be disciples of the Quanzhen sect who may surpass him in terms of physical fitness. Therefore, the physical requirements of the Feitian Yujian style are too high for him.

Not a problem.

However, after studying the secret manual of Feitian Sword Style, Hu Xiuwu had to admit that Yu Baiyuan was right, there is indeed some gap between the swordsmanship of Feitian Sword Style and Youyue Swordsmanship of Penglai Sword Sect.

This night passed while Hu Xiuwu was studying the sword manual.

Early the next morning,

Hu Xiuwu got up from the bed, took the knife to the rooftop of the hotel, and practiced the swordsmanship of Feitian Yuken style.

Accompanied by the early morning mist and rising sun, I practiced sword dancing.

Although Yu Baiyuan was a little disappointed that he could not take Hu Xiuwu into his sect, he did not have any prejudice against Hu Xiuwu because of this and still admired Hu Xiuwu very much.

When he noticed that Hu Xiuwu was practicing swordsmanship on the rooftop, he even came over to point out the key points of Hu Xiuwu's flying sword style.

With Yu Baiyuan guiding him, Hu Xiuwu finally understood the art of swordsmanship, and at least knew what direction he should work towards in the future.

After the Golden Crow was raised, Hu Xiuwu put away the long sword. His body was already soaked with sweat. No one's cultivation level could be achieved by just sleeping.

If you hold this idea in your mind, then I advise you to take a nap, you will have everything in your dreams.

Yu Baiyuan nodded aside: "Yes, as long as you remember the key points of kendo I taught you today, you will be able to achieve success in kendo even if there is no one to guide you in the future."

Hu Xiuwu sincerely thanked Yu Baiyuan for being his mentor for half a day. He held his sword and bent down to salute:

"Thank you to the seniors for their teachings. The juniors will keep them in mind."

Yu Baiyuan did not shy away. After all, he deserved to be humble, but he still slapped his lips and hinted:

"Actually, I would rather you call me master."

Hu Xiuwu pretended not to hear, held a sword in his arm, and continued to practice the flying sword-drawing technique on the rooftop.

squeak,

The iron door on the rooftop that had not been maintained for a long time made a harsh sound of the door bolt rubbing.

"So you two are here, and it took me a long time to find you."

Guan Shihua, who came to see Hu Xiuwu and Yu Baiyuan about pushing the door open, held in her hand a round wooden box that was about the same thickness as an ordinary incandescent lamp tube and about the same height as a cup.

Hu Xiuwu sheathed his sword and said, "Grandma, is there anything wrong with you?"

When Guan Shihua spoke to her juniors, her attitude was still very kind: "Gao Lian just asked someone to bring you a box of soul incense."

"You gave me the soul incense? Why?"

Hu Xiuwu sheathed the knife, stood on the ground, took the wooden box handed over by Guan Shihua, and opened the box. Inside was stuffed full of soul incense.

As soon as the wooden box is opened, a strange fragrance wafts out, which makes people feel refreshed. This is the effect of the pure incense power hidden in the soul fragrance.

Guan Shihua said: "I said it was to compensate you for the talisman. After all, it was the property you lost because of Nadutong's actions, and Nadutong should compensate for it."

"His original words were: Old Monkey (Senior Yu)'s willingness to give you the sword is his business, but Tong Tong should express it as well."

Yu Baiyuan sighed: "Gao Lian is very open-minded in his work. It may take the Gao family a year to accumulate such a box of soul incense."

For Bai Yuan, this only counts the time it takes to accumulate the incense mind power, and does not include the time it takes to make the soul incense.

Hu Xiuwu was no stranger to the Soul Fragrance, not only because of Master Hui’s introduction, but also because Wu Dechang had considered using this method to strengthen Hu Xiuwu’s Three Souls.

However, after trying it one more time, he gave up, not because soul incense is valuable, with one stick worth tens of thousands, but because Wu Dechang found that dead things like soul incense cannot be distinguished by themselves, and the nourishment of souls is treated equally.

Hu Xiuwu was initially weak in three souls and even weaker in seven souls. After practicing the "Huang Ting Jing", he became strong in seven souls and slightly stronger in seven souls.

No matter what, it is an inequality. The way to solve Hu Xiuwu's Twenty-Four Gods is to reverse the symbol of this inequality and turn it into a pattern of three souls leading seven souls.

But the function of this soul incense is to add, or multiply by the same number, both sides of the inequality. It seems that Hu Xiuwu's soul has grown a lot under the warmth and nourishment of the soul incense, but it does not solve the fundamental problem.

Isn’t this inequality still the original inequality?

The essential problem has not been solved, maybe because the numbers on both sides of the inequality have become larger, the problem has become more serious.

Wu Dechang had no choice but to search for traces of Zhang Huaiyi. Only his Qi body source, which was suspected to be born from the gods and spirits, could seal Hu Xiuwu's seven souls without hurting Hu Xiuwu's soul.

Hu Xiuwu closed the lid of the wooden box and thought to himself: With the soul incense, he can save more than ten years of hard work and awaken the soul of the golden-scaled anaconda in the three corpse needles in advance.

Hu Xiuwu held the Kuzhu-sheathed sword in his right hand and held the wooden box containing the soul incense under his arm. He suddenly remembered something: "By the way, grandma, didn't you say you want to hold a banquet for your eldest brother?"

"It's almost noon, why is there still no movement?"

Guan Shihua smiled and said: "This banquet is special. The welcome banquet for the disciples will not start until later."

Oh, Hu Xiuwu became even more curious about this mysterious banquet.

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Guan Shihua said it would be a little later, but it turned out that it was late when Jinwu got off work and Yutu came to work.

Hu Xiuwu sat cross-legged on the bed, holding the Wuzhu Sheath Royal Staff Knife across his knees, completing today's practice of the Golden Light Curse.

The room was still lit with soul incense, and the curls of green smoke caused by the soul incense were not like the ordinary smoke that would rise and turn into a column of smoke as it burned. Instead, it was like a swimming fish, dancing with its looming and translucent body, among the three corpses.

The needle was still circling around Hu Xiuwu.

As Hu Xiuwu breathed, these fish swaying in the air were inhaled into his body. Relying on the soul incense, his practice speed today was obviously faster than usual.

The spirituality of the golden-scaled anaconda in the three corpse needles has also increased a lot, and it is estimated that it will not be long before it can regain its intelligence.

However, during this process, Hu Xiuwu unexpectedly discovered that the Wuzhu-sheathed sword between his knees seemed to be absorbing the pure will power in the smoke. It seemed that this sword passed down from the Tang Dynasty to the present day was not that simple.

"Hu Xiuwu, Hu Xiuwu!"

In Hu Xiuwu's ears, a melodious call seemed to come from the horizon, but this call also contained powerful penetrating power, allowing this ethereal voice to penetrate directly into his soul.