Dao Fruit

"Are these two pieces of paper?"

Yan Yongjie looked at the two pieces of paper in his hand and asked aloud.

The pages are yellowed.

"It does look like it has some age."

As he said this, his eyes swept over the paper, a little casually at first, but soon his expression changed, his eyes became serious, and then he actually put down the paper and looked up at Qiu Yan.

"Is this...really passed down from your ancestors?" he asked with some uncertainty.

Qiu Yan nodded and replied: "Yes, but no one in the family can understand it. They only know that it is about ways to exercise and strengthen the body."

"This is not a simple way to keep the body strong," Yan Yongjie said, shaking his head and handing the paper back to Qiu Yan, "It should be said that although this is also a way to keep the body strong, the methods in the world are different from those in the martial arts world. Compared with him, he is completely different!"

"Brother Yan, what are you doing?"

"This thing is too precious. Once word gets out, it will immediately cause a bloody storm in the world. It must not be revealed," Yan Yongjie said, taking a deep look at Qiu Yan, "Brother Qiu, you also have martial arts. , I should be able to understand it.”

Qiu Yan did not take the paper, but just said: "The reason why I have this kind of kung fu is not hard work, but luck."

"I see, it seems that Brother Qiu is someone who has a great opportunity." Yan Yongjie pointed to the paper in his hand, "The things written on this paper are not trivial. Even the top martial arts masters would be shocked if they saw it. I'm tempted, to be honest, Brother Wei just read a few words and was deeply touched in his heart. If he continues to read it..." He shook his head.

"Is it really so precious? Will it also be helpful to Brother Yan?" Qiu Yan asked knowingly. The paper was originally written by him. It was combined with some training methods in the life cultivation part of "The Way of Life" and already covered the path of life cultivation. , falling into the hands of a person like Yan Yongjie, who is at the pinnacle of foundation building, is enough to allow the opponent to break through the limit and reach a higher level. How can the secrets of the mortal martial arts compare to this?

"Your two pages of paper are so precious to Yan..." Yan Yongjie hesitated, then took out yesterday's book from his arms, "No less than this travel note."

"This travel diary describes the destiny of the Immortal Family. How can these two pages of my family be compared with it?" Qiu Yan was really surprised now. He did not read the travel diary carefully yesterday, but it was only the last page. That picture brought quite a shock.

"The training methods I wrote on paper are not precious in "The Way of Life". In the world of spiritual practice, I am afraid they cannot be ranked high. Just the few sets of incomplete methods in Zhan Yuan's memory are far more valuable. It can be seen from this that it is just a basic method. How can it be compared with this travelogue? The pictures on the last page of the travelogue are very exquisite and contain far more secrets than this set of training methods. "

In terms of value, the two pages he wrote were far inferior to the travel notes. Although Yan Yongjie did not know the method of life cultivation, he was highly skilled in martial arts. It could be seen that Qiu Yan had no intention of taking advantage of this advantage.

Unexpectedly, Yan Yongjie shook his head and said something: "Although this travelogue is about the fate of the immortal family, it is still misty. Yan Mou is looking for the fate of the immortal all the way in order to break through the limits of martial arts and reach the next level." Floor, so after years of research, he has traveled half of the country, and now..." He raised his hand and shook two pages of paper, "This goal is in his hand."

After hearing this, Qiu Yan's heart moved and he thought of a few sentences in the book "The Way of Life".

"The road is elusive and cannot be achieved overnight. Life should be the basis. You must first cultivate your life and strengthen your foundation before you can find the road."

"What are you talking about, little brother?" Yan Yongjie asked in confusion.

"No, it's nothing," Qiu Yan changed the subject and returned to the previous topic, "In this case, Brother Yan might as well study it. If this can break through the shackles of martial arts, wouldn't it be a happy event?"

"You know the value of these two pieces of paper, and you are still willing to let Yan know the details?" Yan Yongjie's expression became serious.

"Of course, I invited Brother Yan over. I hope you can tell me the true meaning of the paper after reading it." Qiu Yan said, turned and walked out of the study, "Brother Yan, please read the details here, and I will go to the corner restaurant to get some food and drinks." , he left before Yan Yongjie could answer.

Looking at Qiu Yan's back, Yan Yongjie opened his mouth to speak, but in the end it turned into a sigh. He glanced at the two pieces of paper in his hand and smiled bitterly: "This favor is too big. I have been praying to immortals for half my life. I didn’t expect that this magical fate should be with a seemingly ordinary scholar. Anyway, he treats me with sincerity, and I should repay him..."

As he spoke, Yan Yongjie's eyes returned to the paper, with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes, and he quickly read it with concentration.

………………

shock! shock! shock!

When Qiu Yan came back with wine and food, he saw from a distance that the craftsman he hired was standing outside the courtyard with a panicked look on his face. Several neighbors gathered around him, and the courtyard door that had just been half-opened was banging. trembling.

"Qiu Sheng, you are finally back. For some reason, your yard suddenly started shaking! Do you think it's strange?"

When several craftsmen saw Qiu Yan, they immediately ran over.

"Don't panic, just wait a moment." Qiu Yan was not surprised. He remained calm and composed. He first comforted the two craftsmen, then dismissed the onlookers, and then stepped into the courtyard.

Strangely enough, as soon as he walked in, the vibrations in the yard and the ground stopped immediately.

Then, several craftsmen hurriedly finished their work under Qiu Yan's urging, and hurriedly said goodbye and left. Qiu Yan ignored them and walked around the yard. Finally, he came to the door of the study and pushed it.

The door opened!

Whoosh!

A strong wind rushed out of the door, blowing Qiu Yan's clothes up all of a sudden. Then a tall figure came out from inside, with hot breath surging on his body. The man's clothes were bulging. From a distance, he looked like a huge balloon.

Hula! Hula! Hula!

A sound like a storm hitting the shore came from the "balloon", and the sound of rushing water was endless.

"What is this?" Although he was prepared, Qiu Yan's pupils shrank when he saw this scene.

"Marrow washing and blood exchange! Reborn!" A voice came from the "balloon", and the sound was so loud that the whole study was shaking.

A figure flashed, and the man had walked out of the study and into the yard. Then there was an explosion on his body, from the inside out, with a sound like tearing silk, and broken pieces of cloth flying all over the sky.

A strange pattern appeared on the man's chest, bloody red, twisting faintly, gradually forming a pattern. Behind him, a phantom rose up, shrinking and expanding, and finally quickly shrank back and disappeared.

Crackling!

Then, the man's bones and joints shook all over his body, the sound of blood was like waves, and the surging hot breath surged out, affecting the surrounding ten feet.

Feeling the heat wave coming over him, Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes.

"This phantom is... a soul shadow! Yan Yongjie has refined a soul!"