The Heaven Ladder

"How heavy!" faintly, Xiao Yihan felt that a heavy weight was pressing him on his stomach, and his dizzy head seemed to be filled with lead.

Trying to open his eyes, Xiao Yihan found that it was noon. I'm lying in bed. The warm sun shines on my face through the window, which is dazzling.

Looking around at the familiar surroundings, Xiao Yihan knew that he had returned to the hut.

But the drunken madman and Yu Feifei are not here. They don't know what to do.

"Black cub! You get down!" Xiao Yihan looked at the purple pupil monster sleeping on his body, and an unknown fire filled his heart in an instant.

"Hoo Hoo"

Disdainful glanced at the angry Xiao Yihan. The black cub raised his furry claws, gently stroked his little beard, and then continued to sleep.

"I... hiss..." seeing the disdainful eyes of black cub, Xiao Yi's cold roots itched. He raised his hand fiercely and was ready to educate it, but a sharp pain came in an instant, which made Xiao Yi cold take a breath.

At this time, Xiao Yihan found that his body was covered with bandages.

He gently clenched his fist, and a trace of bitterness appeared on Xiao Yihan's face. Now he can't feel a trace of strength.

"Wake up?" just at this time, a slightly old voice suddenly came in from outside the house, followed by a figure carrying a huge wine gourd and walked quickly to Xiao Yihan.

"Old guy!" seeing the wine Madman's gentle smile, Xiao Yihan felt a strong cordiality.

Although he didn't get along with the alcoholic for a long time, Xiao Yihan found the shadow of old man Pu Ling from him.

"You are seriously injured. If Feifei hadn't taken care of you day and night, you would still be in a coma. You young people! You're just a simple martial arts competition among external disciples. Why do you work so hard!" the wine madman fed Xiao Yihan a mouthful of wine, reluctantly shook his head and showed a faint worry on his face.

When the wine entered the abdomen, a warm current instantly spread to the whole body. The warm feeling in the body made Xiao Yihan feel more comfortable.

"This is my agreement with brother Wang. We fight with all our strength and respect each other." Xiao Yihan licked the remaining wine at the corner of his mouth and said seriously.

Hearing Xiao Yihan's words, the wine madman smiled, nodded and didn't say anything.

No one has been young or crazy. The wine madman fully understands Xiao Yihan's mood.

"You've been in a coma for seven days, and there are some things you don't know. Yiran has truthfully told the sect leader about you, so the sect leader specially allows you to choose a skill in the secret Sutra Pavilion." the wine madman sipped the wine, looked at Xiao Yihan and said with a smile.

"Secret Sutra pavilion? Isn't it called Sutra pavilion?" Xiao Yihan muttered to himself, his eyes full of doubt.

"The Sutra Pavilion is only for disciples. Although the skills and martial arts in it can be used, they are not precious. But the secret Sutra Pavilion is different. The secret Sutra Pavilion is the real heritage of the Wuzong. Any thing in it is a treasure that can shock the mainland. Generally, only the direct descendants of Yu family can practice, and it is never spread! It can be seen that the sect leader is very kind to you and Wang Yanbin Heavy. "

Put down the wine gourd in his hand. The wine madman looked at Xiao Yihan and showed a rare look of seriousness on his face.

Hearing the words of the wine madman, Xiao Yihan's pupils dilated instantly. If it's true as the wine maniac said, he's really lucky this time.

"Old fellow! When can I go to the secret Sutra pavilion to choose martial arts?" Xiao Yihan licked his shriveled lips and shouted with bright eyes.

"Smelly boy, what weapon do you like to use?" the wine madman didn't answer Xiao Yihan's question, but looked at him with a smile.

Hearing the words of the wine madman, Xiao Yihan frowned slightly.

Speaking of it, Xiao Yihan has been used to solving problems with fists both in the face of fierce animals and human beings since he began to cultivate. It's really good to feel that fist to meat.

Speaking of weapons, Xiao Yihan's brain is blank.

"Hahaha! Didn't you think about it? Yes, a person usually specializes in one weapon in his life. You should think about it!" seeing Xiao Yihan's hesitation, the wine madman took a sip of wine and laughed.

He nodded slightly, and Xiao Yihan couldn't help tangled up.

"Don't worry, think with your feelings. Don't deliberately compare the quality of weapons. Try to empty yourself. What you capture with inspiration is the most suitable weapon from the depths of your soul."

The wine madman raised his hand, patted Xiao Yihan on the shoulder, smiled and said.

Hearing the words of the wine madman, Xiao Yihan slowly closed his eyes and frowned slightly. At this time, he also stretched out.

"Dong"

"Dong"

The wine madman crossed his legs, gently knocked on the wine gourd and began to wait quietly.

After a long time, Xiao Yihan's breathing became unusually uniform. He looked fiercely and thought he had fallen asleep.

"Old man! I want to use a sword! When I am looking for the weapon that fits my soul best, I find that there is only a red and black sword in my mind! I feel that the sword is the weapon that fits my soul best."

Xiao Yihan opened his eyes slightly and said softly. Junlang's face was full of solemn color.

"The head of all weapons is ethereal. It can attack and defend. It means to break thousands of spears. Good! Good! Good!"

Hearing Xiao Yihan's words, the wine madman shouted three good words one after another. There was a trace of joy on the old face.

"Ha ha! Smelly boy, do you know why I let you choose your own weapon?" the wine madman looked at Xiao Yihan mysteriously and asked with a laugh.

"I don't know." he shook his head slowly. Xiao Yihan looked at the wine madman suspiciously.

"Because in the secret Sutra Pavilion, except for a few Zhenzong treasures, the rest are weapon secrets, which is another existence different from Kung Fu and martial arts."

Hearing the words of the wine madman, Xiao Yihan's eyes lit up fiercely.

Xiao Yihan heard old man Pu Ling talk about the secret script in the past.

According to old man Pu Ling, the value of the secret script is higher than the martial arts and martial arts. There are no clear martial arts and martial arts in the secret script. It only records countless methods to resist Qi.

Through the secret script, users can research and create the desired martial arts. In other words, getting a secret script is equivalent to getting countless kinds of martial arts.

Of course, the user's own talent is the key to how powerful the script can be.

Some people get the secret script, but it's better to get a xuanjie martial arts, while others can use the secret script to give full play to the power comparable to Tianjie.

This is the talent gap.

"Old fellow! You mean I can get a sword script?" Xiao Yihan pursed his mouth and looked a little excited.

"That's right! Feifei has gone back to Zong to arrange those things about you. If there is a sword script, I'll ask her to bring it back to you." the wine madman sipped the wine and smiled at the corners of his mouth.

"Thank you, master!"

Because he was too excited, Xiao Yihan sat up directly. The black cub, who was sleeping soundly, was caught off guard and fell tragically to the ground.

Wronged glanced at Xiao Yihan, and black cub roared at him.

"You guy! You won't call me Shifu without benefits. What a white eyed wolf!"

"Old man! What are you talking about! When you get old, I will bring you tea, water and cook on fire every day!"

"I'm old now!"