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Seeing Lin Wan'er leaving with the sword, Yuan Futu's eyes still lingered, thinking that it would be great if this beautiful woman could be his own wife, and the pretty widow would not be jealous to death in the town of Kunlun Mountain.

With Lin Wan'er's beauty, any man would covet her, but there is a kind of person called Pang De, and there is a kind of person called Yuan Futu.

In front of him is the girl's boudoir, which is definitely a long-awaited private space for Yuan Futu, where the most real woman is hidden.

Gently pushing the door open, a seductive fragrance came to the nostrils. This is not some spice, but the soul-stirring and elegant body fragrance left by the girl in the boudoir.

Looking intently, the layout of the boudoir is very simple and elegant, the windows are bright and clean, clean and tidy, and the dim candlelight is flickering, which makes the room a bit softer.

Yuan Futu walked to the side of the bed, looked at the unsmoothed wrinkles, turned around and lay down, a delicate fragrance surged under the soft touch.

With his eyes closed, he seemed to be able to see a girl with a voluptuous figure bathing and taking off her clothes here. Sexy, fragrant, vivid, fresh, and many strong feelings that he had never had before were touching his wild heart.

Yuan Futu was immersed in this wonderful feeling, he even felt that Lin Wan'er was lying beside him, and he could kiss her cheeks as smooth as shelled eggs and her seductive lips just by turning his face.

"If there is a chance, I must marry her as my wife!"

At this moment, a mountain man who once only thought of marrying a pretty widow at the bottom of the mountain suddenly made a big decision.

Living in such a room and sleeping on such a soft bed is indeed a great enjoyment for Yuan Futu. Although he can't hold that suffocatingly beautiful girl in his arms, he can smell her breath and feel her leaving behind. The lower body temperature is enough for him to be satisfied.

"Hey, what is this?"

Yuan Futu tilted his head, and suddenly tilted the embroidered pillow, revealing a yellow corner under the pillow.

"It's a letterhead." Yuan Futu pulled out the letterhead, looked at the three characters "Lin Changqing" on the letterhead, and guessed that it should be sent by Lin Wan'er's relatives in the mortal world. However, he really wanted to know what was the secret behind Lin Wan'er, especially when he heard that Pound threatened Wan'er with his family power, he was even more convinced that there must be something wrong with this girl.

Gritting his teeth, he still took out the letter and read the contents roughly.

There was very little content on the letterhead, and it was more about exchanging greetings with Lin Wan'er, but it could roughly tell the situation of the Lin family. Lin Changqing should be Wan'er's father. The big trouble is that this family has been a minister of the Dai Viet Dynasty for generations, but in recent years it seems that their status has dropped sharply. Although they don't know the reason, they are very likely to be eradicated.

Thinking of this, Yuan Futu realized that there was so much pressure on Lin Wan'er. The mortal world wanted to worship the imperial court, because the imperial court was full of masters who practiced longevity, and they had the ability to shake the mortal world. Therefore, people who are famous in the courts of various countries almost all have the background of the imperial court, just like Grand Master Pang of Dayue, who did not hesitate to spend half his life's property to send Pang De to the Sword Sect.

So Lin Wan'er came here by chance, the purpose is to become stronger, become a sword master and have power, then she can use the prestige of Tianxuan Sword Sect to support the family.

"It's not easy for this girl. She usually looks like nothing, but she never thought that there are so many things hidden in her heart. She must have many, many secrets." Yuan Futu suddenly felt some sympathy for her, raised his hand, Watching the five fingers slowly gather into a powerful fist, he said in a deep voice, "As long as I am strong enough to completely suppress Pound, then I should be able to help her."

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The next day, Yuan Futu got up very early, he really didn't want to see that old guy in Baji Sword House, so he got up and called Yu Jian, an inner disciple, to take him to the scripture storage pavilion.

Along the way, he recalled some of the achievements of the past three days. It took him two days and two nights to get a glimpse of the "Earth God Art", but he finally took this step, which proves that with his talent, he can The Master of the Twelve Swords was very satisfied with practicing this third-level exercise book. Later, he spent another day practicing the ground thorn in the "Earth God Art", and then used it in this courtyard. The effect is not bad.

In fact, in the final analysis, he was able to practice this third-order exercise book because of the chaotic treasure hidden in the depths of the primordial sea. The soul brand in his mind will brighten up, just like when he suddenly learned the information about the eye of reincarnation, the thoughts that surfaced this time are also helping him to deeply read the mystery of "Earth God Art".

Since "Earth God Jue" is a third-order kung fu classic, its internal mysteries and formulas are naturally quite profound. Sword Twelve said that if one can cultivate to the extreme level, one can definitely achieve the power to move mountains and fill seas, but he does not I don't know that Yuan Futu's elements have reached a perfect balance, so it is impossible to only practice the method of earth elemental force, otherwise this innate chaotic elemental force will only stagnate.

At this moment, the inner disciple had brought him to the scripture storage pavilion, and then retreated with his hands folded.

Yuan Futu showed the tokens of the elders to the gatekeeper disciples on both sides, and walked in easily. Looking at the empty attic, his eyes looked around, and his gaze immediately focused on the wooden sign hanging not far away.

There are two big characters "array" written on the sign!

The purpose of his coming to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion this time is obvious, that is, to learn about formations, and must develop the Xiantian Lingbao within a month, and then learn the art of casting Lingbao from Xiaonan.

For Xiaonan, the probability of his success in cultivation is lower than that of ordinary people practicing Tianxuan Sword Art, but coincidentally, among so many people, Yuan Futu happens to be the one who successfully practiced Tianxuan Sword Art.

Walking to the high bookshelf, Yuan Futu looked at the books on display, there were at least a hundred and eighty volumes, and he couldn't help frowning, feeling confused.

"Little Douzi has met the elders of the Buddha."

Suddenly, a young boy walked over with a broom, showing two rows of white teeth with a smile.

Yuan Futu had an idea, and asked, "Little Douzi, do you know the books about formations?"

Xiaodouzi shook his head slightly, and said: "I don't quite understand, Xiaodouzi doesn't know how to form a formation, but the disciples under Master Xiaojian often read books here, and discuss it late at night, Xiaodouzi learned some common sense from them."

Yuan Futu touched Xiaodouzi's round and chubby head happily, and said, "It's great, just tell me."