First Class Genius

Nine thousand yuan is gone, but he can earn twenty thousand yuan. Han Feifei wants to be more and more excited.

I've never got so much money since I was a child. Fang Yi first pays Han Fei 10000 yuan for emergency, on condition that Han Fei is on call. If the tuition fee is not enough, Fang Yi can pay another part.

Because of the fighting, the business of wonton stall is not good. Before ten o'clock at night, Han Fei ordered the work to end. Go home early, wash and get ready to go to bed.

A house of 90 square meters, living alone, even if Han Fei is bold and not afraid of ghosts, his heart is empty and uncomfortable. Coupled with the events that have happened one after another in the past week, Han Fei can't sleep over and over.

"Practice!" After arriving in Hangzhou, I have no time to polish my body. I have the habit of practicing heart clearing formula at night. Han Fei tried to keep it. Since it was difficult to sleep, Han Fei simply sat cross legged in bed and prepared to spend a long night in cultivation.

Fortunately, every time I practice all night, I am full of energy the next day, so. Han Fei has no psychological burden. However, considering that there was an accident when practicing Qingxin Jue in the detention house a few days ago, practicing Han Fei tonight seems particularly cautious.

Han Fei hasn't figured out the reason for the coma in the detention center. I still remember that night, after chatting with Li Ergou, Han Fei practiced the heart clearing formula to sleep as usual, and then the whole person ran under the huge shadow. I spent four days and four nights unreal and real. When I woke up, I was already in the hospital.

I'm sure I'm not poisoned. There are thick stacks of various documents for hospital testing. I'm sure there's nothing wrong with my body. The only possibility is that there is an accident in cultivating the heart clearing formula.

When you cultivate external skills, if there is an accident, you will suffer some physical damage. However, if the method of cultivating internal skills is wrong, it may cause great damage and impact on the mind and spirit, and mental problems will occur.

If Chen Qiaoqiao hadn't been chatting all night last night, Han Fei would have wanted to practice the heart clearing formula to find out the reason. If there is something wrong with the Qingxin formula, Han Fei will not hesitate to give up the skill that has been practiced for more than ten years.

When he was in yinghun mountain, no matter how tired he was picking herbs during the day, Han Laogui would stare at the fish bubble eyes and urge Han Fei to practice. He could never be slack. When hunting late at night, Han Fei should always be vigilant and practice the heart clearing formula so that he won't sleep lazily. Qingxin formula has never had a problem. How could you suddenly fall into a coma five days ago?

no To be exact, it's not coma. That feeling is very real and has no difference from the real world. Han Fei can clearly feel that the eagle Soul Mountain shrouded in a huge dark shadow is no different from the place where he has lived for 12 years.

The heart clearing formula is running again and again. Han Fei is highly focused and constantly searches for and detects the abnormalities of his body.

Compared with yinghun mountain, the only abnormality in the cultivation after coming to Hangzhou is that there is a white cyclone every time.

Han Fei remembers that on the night of the accident in the detention center, the white cyclone seemed thicker and swam along his own meridians. Finally, he rushed to the Xihai mud pill palace one by one, and then his whole soul fell into the boundless dark world, which was difficult to extricate himself. He didn't wake up until four days later.

Three weeks later, the white cyclone in the body reappeared. Compared with four days ago, the cyclone, which used to be like hair, is now as thick and thin as a baby's fingers. Like a small earthworm, he comes out of the Dantian and crawls a little bit along the meridians.

"Ah -" the stabbing pain that had never happened suddenly came, and Han Fei exclaimed. To stop the heart clearing formula immediately, Han Fei found that he couldn't do it. The heart clearing formula operates automatically, and the white cyclone is like a diligent old ox, silently cultivating Han Fei's eight meridians.

Every time the cyclone swells and wriggles, Han Fei roars with painful cracks in his liver and gallbladder. Such cultivation feeling. Han Fei's cultivation has never appeared before.

Stop! Stop! There must be something wrong with Qingxin formula. Han Fei no longer recites Qingxin formula silently. However, Qingxin formula still runs fast and automatically like a runaway wild horse. The pain doubled with the acceleration of speed. Han Fei, sitting cross legged, tried to bite his teeth and insisted, forced himself not to fall, and warned himself not to be unconscious.

When practicing internal skills, you may become possessed at any time. When a situation occurs, once you give up resistance and fall into a coma, the cultivator's spirit may be destroyed. It's lucky to wake up and become a mental patient. Most tragically, it failed to withstand the impact. Become a vegetable or simply stay awake for a long time.

At the moment, even if Han Laogui is around Han Fei, he can't help. The cultivation of internal skill is the essence, Qi and spirit. No one can help Han Fei except the cultivator who tries to endure and overcome the difficulties.

"Can't sleep! Can't sleep! " Time passed by, but the heart clearing formula still showed no sign of stopping. When the pain has become numb, suddenly, Han Fei's nihilistic and chaotic sea suddenly flashed a light, and then Han Fei impressively found that he had entered the darkness again. A cold world.

It's over! Han Fei stood stunned and looked at the surrounding environment. He found that this place was actually an eagle soul tomb.

As the name suggests, the eagle soul grave is the burial place of the old eagle. These arrogant kings in the sky, when their lives are near the end, don't lie on the ground waiting for death, but roar down from high altitude, hit their heads on the cold cliffs, splashing blood and feathers, and end their lives.

Living in yinghun mountain for 12 years, the last place Han Fei likes to go is yinghun tomb. Even in the midsummer, the eagle soul grave, which has buried millions of goshawk bodies, is always gloomy and cold to the bone.

Every time he stood on a thousand foot cliff and looked down at the eagle soul grave, Han Fei could feel a feeling of being frozen. The bare cliff was full of tiny but dense claw marks, and tens of thousands of goshawks died here. It reminds people of ancient times. The ancient battlefield flashed back.

Han Fei has only been to the eagle soul tomb once. At that time, Han Fei, who was only eight years old, went to the back mountain to collect medicine. He was chased around by three wild wolves and inadvertently rushed into the eagle soul tomb. Then he fell asleep. When he woke up again, Han Fei lay on the huge skeleton of a goshawk and got the black and simple ring.

Han Fei felt as if he had entered the space-time tunnel. In a trance, he felt that he had returned to eight years ago.

The place where I stand now is actually the place where I went to the eagle soul grave to wake up ten years ago. Although the huge skeleton is gone. But the Gray Mountain Eagle bones are still scattered everywhere.

"Grandpa and grandma Eagle! I'm only 18 years old and haven't lived enough! Ten years ago, I accidentally broke into your territory, all unintentionally. If you want to blame, blame old Han ghost. He asked me to pick Eagle soul grass, so I accidentally entered... "

Looking at no one around, Han Fei knelt down with his hands folded and prayed piously.

"I haven't even tasted the taste of women. You can't pester me all the time. How big a house you want, a beautiful car can be. You let me out first and I'll burn it for you... "

"I finally got the chance to go to college. You can't catch me now! Even if you give me a few more days, let me experience what college life is like, and then catch me to atone for it... "

Han Fei whispered and prayed. The cold wind in his ear was like a knife, still roaring and rolling. No one answered Han Fei's words. There was still a terrible silence around.

A moment later, Han Fei opened his eyes and immediately closed them!

A heart beat to my throat! At the moment when he opened his eyes just now, Han Fei actually saw a huge dark shadow standing in the distance.

Hallucination! It must be an illusion!

Han Fei was almost scared to pee. If he hadn't been to the bathroom when he came back, Xiang would have been scared out.

I'm not afraid of ghosts coming! Han Feiping regained his mood, summoned up his courage, stared round and looked again.

Hundreds of meters in front of him, the huge shadow stood alone in the distance. Unreal and unreal.

Han Fei's heart stopped beating. He clenched his hands and was ready to fight at any time. However, the huge shadow stood like that without moving forward or leaving.

Han Fei looked carefully. The huge black shadow was hundreds of meters in size and shaped like a flying Goshawk. However, the illusory two cylindrical black shadows that fell on the ground like legs were so thick that it was difficult for three or five adults to hold together.

My darling! I'm afraid this is the ancestor of Eagle! All blame their own smelly mouth. If they don't pray indiscriminately, how can such a big blackbird come out.

Han Fei didn't dare to move, because he was unconscious for a few days, there was a huge dark shadow chasing him in his dream. If you guessed right, it should be this thing. But it's strange. He doesn't move. Why doesn't he eat himself?

Does the eagle ancestor feel that he is good and handsome, so he is embarrassed to talk? Or is it because you often don't take a bath and like to eat stinky tofu? Or does it feel that it hasn't slept with a woman and pity itself?

Han Fei's confused thoughts stared at the dark shadow of the Goshawk. The enemy won't move, I won't move. Han Fei is ready to spend time with it.

After waiting for a moment, the shadow still didn't move. Han Fei was in a hurry. Kneeling knees hurt. Han Fei tried to stand up, looked directly at the shadow, and stepped back slowly.

"Where are you going?" The old and cold voice suddenly sounded behind him. Han Fei was so frightened that he turned pale and his knees were soft that he almost didn't lie on the ground.

Turning around, Han Fei saw a Weian old man with an eagle hook nose looking at him with bright eyes.