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Chapter 41

Fang saw his excitement and imagination, and felt neither sad nor happy.

All members of Nighthawk, except Su Hedou, were blocked from the eighth floor, and the space between the seventh and eighth floors was like falling from the sky.

"Okay, let me show you the first move on the first floor. You can see clearly, this move is called Bihai Liuhua."

Fang picked up the sword, and his whole body changed, restrained and gathering momentum, with a hint of sharpness.

Ji Sibo didn't blink his eyes and was very focused. He thought that his master would teach him the usual hooking, hanging, pointing, picking, stabbing, teasing, chopping, but his master made a very strange movement.

Holding a sword in one hand, his body turned halfway and his legs were slightly bent. He did it very slowly. The right hand holding the sword stabbed forward slowly, and then slowly retracted after stabbing his arm straight.

This action alone took a cup of tea time.

Standing with his sword closed, Fang saw Ji Sibo's suspicious eyes. His expression remained unchanged, and he asked, "Did you see clearly the move of Bihai Liuhua just now?"

Ji Sibo thought it was very weird. This is a very powerful swordsmanship that can take the head of an enemy among thousands of armies if it is practiced successfully?

"See clearly." He felt that his aunt might have been deceived, and his tone was discouraged.

"Then you come once." Fang said.

Ji Sibo curled his lips, picked up the sword, and began to imitate Fang's movements just now.

After doing half of the action, his expression suddenly changed.

At the right time, Fang Leng's voice came from my ear, "Don't stop, keep going!"

Ji Sibo felt a pulling feeling, and there was a slight pain all over his body, especially as he slowly finished this movement, the pain became even worse.

By the time he finished a sword move, beads of sweat had already oozed from his forehead.

He was very surprised, "Master, how could this happen?"

Why did practicing a sword move make his body feel stretched? Just now, he felt as if his body was being torn apart and being forcibly fused together again.

Fang smiled slightly and looked at him meaningfully, "Aren't you curious about the strength of this swordsmanship? After practicing, you will be able to feel it for yourself."

"Come on, practice the first move first, and then practice it twenty times."

In the inner room of Yu'ouju, Ji Fushou had just withdrawn the wooden sword in her hand, her back was already drenched, beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and the pain in her body made her very happy.

"I didn't expect this body to have excellent bones and excellent talent. It's better than my previous life." She murmured softly.

Then her eyes fell on a secret book on the dressing table, which was opened, and a person was doing a very strange movement on it, and he held a sword in his hand. There were several red lines in this person's body, more than a dozen Acupoints are marked.

She put down the wooden sword, took out a handkerchief to wipe off the sweat, and flipped through the cheat book. On the last page, her eyes paused.

Those who have practiced this skill, if there are no natural disasters and man-made disasters, will live about [-] or [-] years without illness and pain.

"Emperors in ancient times sought longevity, but how could longevity benefit us mortals. Longevity is unpredictable, but longevity is possible."

Ji Fushou was full of emotion, "It is rumored that I have left an incomparably rich gold and silver to future generations, and this secret book, in the eyes of the superiors, is probably more precious than all the gold and silver."

The more powerful the person, the more afraid of death, who doesn't want to enjoy the glory and wealth brought by the power, unfortunately, although this cheat book can make people live longer, it is picky, the rootless cannot learn, and the talentless I can't learn long.

In her previous life, she got this cheat book by accident when she was 12 years old. At that time, she had the attitude of giving it a try. She didn't expect that it would make her a master of martial arts. It's a pity that she died too early in her previous life and only practiced to the seventh level.

This cheat book has swordsmanship and a kind of superb body skills.

She used this cheat book to create Nighthawk, but she only taught Nighthawk the sword moves of the first eight levels.

And this cheat book has a total of nine layers.

Those who are not members of the Ji clan cannot learn from the ninth level.

Nighthawks are all people with excellent fundamental talents. If they can remain loyal all the time, it will be fine. If they have two hearts and have mastered the ninth floor, she is afraid that they will devour the master.

"This secret book says that it is rare in ancient times to reach the ninth level, but this body is really talented. I practiced for eight years in my previous life before I reached the seventh level. Now I have practiced for more than a month and I have reached the seventh level." It's the third floor."

Even if I have the experience of my previous life, this speed is indeed a bit faster.

But thinking about what Dou once told her, it took him five years to learn the seventh floor, and wondering how his talent would compare with Dou.

Ji Fushou put away the cheat books and went outside.

When she was practicing, she had ordered that nothing should disturb her, and Dou would guard her outside. After practicing, she opened the door as usual and told Chunyan, "Chunyan, take the medicinal bath to the clean room."

Sitting in the medicine soup, Ji Fushou had no time to catch his breath, so he let out a muffled groan.

"Each medicated bath is simply a more painful torture." She murmured in a low voice.

"Oh my God, it's itchy! It hurts!" Ji Sibo yelled as he sat in the tub, he would rather practice sword moves than soak in a medicinal bath.

Although the sword moves are hard, they are tolerable, and this medicine bath is even more terrifying than the sword moves.

As he said that, he stood up and wanted to get out of the tub, but Fang Yi patted his shoulder and pressed him firmly into the tub.

He felt that the playful expression on the master's face was very disgusting, especially when the master said to him with a smile: "Only by suffering and suffering can one be a master."

"But it's not bitterness at all!" Ji Sibo retorted loudly.

Whose suffering will make the body itchy and painful like being eaten by thousands of ants?
This is torture!

"Boy, practice hard. When you learn the eighth floor, you will be able to end this suffering."

Fang smiled and looked at him with his arms crossed. Every Nighthawk would go through this kind of torture. Every time after practicing sword moves, he must take a special medicinal bath. For two layers of sword moves, he had to change to a matching medicinal soup. After practicing, the medicinal soup will benefit the body a lot.

That is to say, the young master has just practiced, and he still doesn't realize the benefits of the medicinal soup. When he reaches the second level of sword moves, the qi will grow out of the body, and when he soaks the medicinal soup, he can clearly feel the qi in the body following the gnaw. Biting pain and move.

Over and over again, it evolved into a pure internal force, wandering and growing, and gradually became a martial arts master.

Or how to say it is a secret book of magical skills. This sword move has no inner strength and mentality, but as it is practiced, a breath of qi will naturally grow in the body. The more you practice, the qi will be blessed by the sword move and the medicinal soup Become a rolling internal force.

Ji Sibo knew that he couldn't escape, so he gritted his teeth, twisted his face and endured the torture, thinking, I want to practice this set of sword skills as soon as possible, and I don't want to try this medicinal soup again.

(End of this chapter)