Gusu South Murong

In Yanziwu, Suzhou, if you want to say which is the largest mansion, it must be Canhezhuang. Canhezhuang, which covers an area of ​​[-] mu, is surrounded by the subordinate Sijuezhuang Qinyun Xiaozhu and Tingxiang Pavilion, with pavilions and terraces inside. There are pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, bamboo forests and seas of trees, almost everything that one expects to find, like the epitome of the whole Suzhou.

In the dead of night, a waning moon hangs above the treetops.

The light in Murong Fu's room was on, and the screen window was brightly illuminated.

Clean spacious bed.

Murong Fu sat cross-legged in his clothes, with steam rising from his head.

After coming out of Huan Shi Shui Pavilion, it was already night time. Murong Fu at this moment was only twenty years old, seven or eight years younger than when he appeared in the later episodes. Murong Fu, who had just learned from his family, calmed down and began to practice.

With the continuous circulation and compression of internal force, the true qi in Murong Fu's dantian gradually transformed, and the original zhenqi cultivated by the family-inherited internal foundation building technique was gradually assimilated by the Shenhe Xinfa at this moment, and the zhenqi in Murong Fu's body changed from before. One strand at a time, like a streamer at the back, gradually increasing.

an hour.

two hours.

……

Five hours!

The sky gradually brightened, and the servants of Sanhezhuang got up one after another to start their day's work.

I don't know how long it has been.

The screen window of Murong Fu's room trembled and made a crackling sound, as if it was being blown by a strong wind and couldn't help it.

hum!

Shen He Xin Dharma initially stepped into the first floor, Murong Fu exhaled a deep breath slowly, opened his eyes, a bright light flashed in his eyes, of course this is the first time for Murong Fu to practice Shen He Xin Dharma, and there will be no more in the future. It's been like this for a long time, Jing looked restrained, and Murong Fu had a confident smile on his face.

Murong Fu smiled and said: "In this one night, after the basic internal energy has been transformed into the Shenhe Xinfa, the inner strength is far from comparable in terms of both the purity of the essence and the speed of cultivation. The Shenhe Xinfa is indeed the peerless martial art of my Murong family. In the original book, Murong Fu actually spends a lot of time on a hundred schools of martial arts, which is extremely ridiculous, but it is a pity that his martial arts have remained at the top of the first class in the end."

"Now I have initially reached the first stage of the Shenhe Xinfa. In terms of internal strength, I should be a third-rate warrior in the Jianghu, but the transformation of the basic internal strength into the first stage of the Shenhe Xinfa in one night is indeed far beyond Murong Fu's expectations. In addition, if you have not already broken through the second-rate martial artist, it is impossible to cultivate the first level of Shenhe Xinfa overnight."

Murong Fu talked to himself, and his mind went to the dantian of his abdomen. The large mass of scattered internal energy from the original basic internal skills disappeared, replaced by the internal energy in the shape of joining stars, which was much higher in quality than before. , The internal force cultivated by the Shenhe Heart Method is extremely pure, and it spins like the Big Dipper in the sky, and its power is absolutely different.

Exercising the Shen He Xin Dharma with all his strength, Murong Fu's robes all over his body swelled up.

drink!

With a punch from the air, the screen window ten steps away suddenly shattered, turning into thousands of fragments and blasting in all directions. The strong wind penetrated all the way to the yard, and even some flowers and plants were touched by the scattered residual internal energy, and they couldn't help but Turn into sticky powder.

"From today onwards, you can practice Shen He Zhi. I don't know how powerful it is, but there is no rush for Shen He Zhi and Dou Zhuan Xing Yi. Let's practice swords first. Both Shen He Zhi and Dou Zhuan Xing Yi need a strong internal force. At this time, although I It can be cultivated, but the effect is not great. Before I become a first-class martial artist, I can't exert much strength in fighting and joining forces."

Practicing meditation, he didn't feel very tired, so Murong Fu didn't sleep anymore, got out of bed to wipe off the sweat on his body, changed into a dry blue robe, took off the long sword protecting the country beside him, and embraced In the chest, opened the door and went out.

Murong Fu embraced the Excalibur of Protecting the Nation with both hands, and walked forward. This place was found by Murong Fu in order to find a quiet and undisturbed place to practice. It is relatively hidden, and servants generally do not come here.

A quarter of an hour later, Murong Fu passed over the pavilions and pavilions of Canhe Village and came here, looking at the boundless sky and endless sea of ​​clouds, his heart was open, as if he embraced the world.

Pulling out the sword, the clanging sound resounded in this quiet place, the scabbard was put aside, and Murong Fu carefully looked at the sword in his hand, the Excalibur of Protecting the Nation, the blade was out of the sheath, like a pool of autumn water, chilling, the blade was extremely cold. Sharp, green light flickering.

"Don't think too much, practice sword." Murong Fu shook his head, let go of thoughts in his mind, and began to practice sword without distraction.

Murong Fu held a long sword with a flashing green light and moved around, the sword light was shining, even if he was standing far away, he could still find the murderous intent in it, which made people shudder.

Maybe it's an illusion, Murong Fu's sword posture reveals that he will be on the verge of extinction, and he can see the aloofness of all the mountains. Maybe it's his innate aristocratic demeanor, which is the pride in Murong Fu's bones, and with it, his sword Along with his temperament, Fa also became extraordinarily aloof.

Murong Fu's eyes were like lightning, piercing through the void, his body jumped up suddenly, as if he was volleying down from a high peak, only to see a flash of sword light, and a terrible sword three inches deep and three feet long was drawn on the boulder opposite him Scars, clean and neat, ruthless and ruthless.

After the first practice, Murong Fu did not stop, and started to practice the second time.

A sword stabbed out, this time Murong came back with a sword that was completely different from the first time, this time his swordsmanship was like an antelope's horns, a stroke of genius, much sharper than the first time before, this time Murong swung his sword again The sword light that came out was sharper than the first time, a stunning sword light pierced from a distance, Murong Fu's eyes were sharp, and with a twist of his wrist, the sword light burst out in a very small range, layer upon layer, spread out, and moved forward Diffusion away.

This time, Murong Fu gave off a sense of dominance and fierceness. The sword light and the stone wall touched together, cutting the stone wall to pieces, and the hardness at the edge was cut off. This series of actions happened between lightning and flint. , It's terrifyingly fast.

Afterwards, after piercing through the stone wall, Murong Fu's figure floated backwards, and landed lightly on the ground, sheathing his sword, Murong Fu said to himself: "The ancestor's "Dragon City Sword Art" is so powerful? At this moment I only know superficiality, but I can feel the fierceness and dominance of swordsmanship. Ancestor Murong, Ancestor Murong, what kind of person are you? It's a pity that you were born at an untimely time. If you put it in the present, you are definitely comparable to the master Peerless master."

Murong Fu completed the rehearsal of "Dragon City Sword Art" with the comprehension of his two lifetimes. Every time he practiced it, Murong Fu felt a bit sharper, and the feeling was different every time he practiced it. Jing Ao, who can't feel "Dragon City Sword Art", can only say that he is an idiot.

Time passed slowly, and Murong Fu, who practiced sword over and over again, finally felt tired at this moment. Murong Fu, who had stopped practicing, lay in the grass with his head in his hands, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and listened attentively, listening to the subtleties in the air around him. The sound, the sound of the wind blowing, the sound of the clouds moving, the sound of the pine branches and leaves swaying in the wind, Murong Fu felt extraordinarily at ease in his heart.

After returning to Shenhezhuang, Murong Fu did not go out for the next few months, and devoted all his time to cultivation. He practiced Shenhe Xinfa at night to refine his inner strength, and practiced swords during the day. The "Dragon City Sword Art" gradually made Murong The re-practice has become more and more familiar. If Murong Fu was just scratching the surface before, then he has already achieved a little bit now.

Although Murong Fu, who is currently practicing Shenhe Xinfa, has a much stronger internal strength than the third-rate fighters, but it is not so simple to return to the second-rate fighters. He must first accumulate a lot of energy and build up his true energy. Purification, lay a solid foundation step by step, and the next step is to improve the realm.