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Yi Yuchen and Yi Jifeng started their own martial arts training, and Mingjian Villa fell into its usual quietness.

After two storms, although Yi Jifeng had seen a lot of martial arts, he cherished this rare time of practice more.

As for Zhang Junbao, he had been drowsy since he was knocked unconscious and kidnapped. Sometimes when he was awake, he was knocked unconscious again.

Except for the monk who saw clearly that he was knocked unconscious, he didn't have time to say a word. He was either in the carriage or on the road all day.

Zhang Junbao woke up from his drowsiness that day. He opened his eyes subconsciously, but he didn't welcome the daily big bidou. He was shocked and immediately got up and sat up. Only then did he find himself in a Zen room.

If you ask him why? Because it is obvious that whether it is the apricot-yellow futon on the ground, the scriptures on the table and bookshelf, the Bodhisattva and sandalwood offered at the top, and the occasional chanting of scriptures from afar.

All of this indicated that this was a Zen room, but he didn't know where it was.

Zhang Junbao stood up and opened the door. Outside the door was a long and narrow courtyard. There was no one else in the whole courtyard except himself. He subconsciously blocked the dazzling sunlight.

Raising his hand, through the sunlight, he found that his clothes had also been changed. He walked quickly to the water tank and exclaimed: "No way!!!"

It turned out that not only his clothes had been changed into monk's clothes, but his head had also been shaved bald. No matter how you look at it, he looks like a little monk with red lips and white teeth.

"Who is it? Ah? Who is so wicked?" Zhang Junbao shouted in the yard.

"I...!!!" A domineering voice sounded next to him.

Zhang Junbao turned around and immediately put one hand on his waist and the other hand pointing at the other person and said: "Ah, it's you, the monk. How could you do such a thing as forcibly abducting others to become monks? Will the Buddha forgive you if he knows?"

"Amitabha!"

The monk shouted and said devoutly: "The Buddha is in my heart. The monk worships it in his heart every day. How can the Buddha care about it!"

At this point, the monk's face changed, and he took Zhang Junbao's wrist and left, saying: "Come with me." As he said that, the two hurried to a mill.

The monk pointed to a donkey in the mill and said, "Little brother, tell me quickly, how can I understand its speech?"

Zhang Junbao was happy when he heard it. It turned out that it was waiting for him here, but he would not let the monk have his way. He crossed his arms and said, "Why should I tell you?"

"Why?" The monk touched his bald head and asked, "Yes! Why?"

Zhang Junbao deliberately teased him and said, "If you have this ability, would you be willing to teach others?" The monk shook his head to show that he was unwilling.

Zhang Junbao saw that he was a little silly, so he said again, "How can you force others to do something you don't want to do? Then can I leave?"

The monk nodded subconsciously before he figured it out. Zhang Junbao laughed and turned around and walked out, leaving the monk still thinking hard in the mill.

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[You have mastered the Lion’s Roar Skill]

[You are proficient in two sonic martial arts. One is like a lion, majestic and powerful, and the one that hears it is deafening, like the morning bell and evening drum; the other is low and terrifying, like falling into hell, making people depressed and losing their souls]

[You have integrated two sonic martial arts, one yin and one yang. You have a new understanding of how to vibrate the bones and internal organs of the whole body through sound to enhance the body’s potential]

[Your Great Dao Qinglian Chapter has been updated]

On this day, Yi Yuchen’s retreat ended, and he finally merged the Lion’s Roar Skill and the Ghostly Yinfeng Howl into a new sonic skill.

The important thing is that through this fusion, he has a new understanding of the legendary innate ‘hum and ha’ two sounds, but it’s a pity that he has been unable to grasp that trace of thought.

Thinking fruitlessly, he did not force himself, and came out of retreat.

………………

As soon as he came out of retreat, Yi Yuchen learned that Qin Sirong had come to visit him, but he had not come out of retreat and had left.

"Brother! Miss Qin said that Junbao was kidnapped in Henan. I'm afraid he is in danger. Should we go look for him?" Yi Jifeng asked.

Yi Yuchen smiled and shook his head...

"Junbao has his own opportunities. Being kidnapped this time may not be a bad thing. Maybe next time we meet, his martial arts will be able to catch up with you."

"By the way, how is your understanding of the sword of death and the sword of Qingming?"

Yi Jifeng nodded and said: "According to your arrangement, I have a clue. It's just that my understanding of the nine styles of flying dragon is not so profound."

Yi Yuchen was stunned...

"It's my mistake."

"You have been living in the water town of Jiangnan, and have never been to the desert flying sand, wind and snow.It is difficult to feel the artistic conception of the Western Regions. "

"Unfortunately, my sword intention is too strong to affect you, which is a problem. But there is a way, just follow me."

After that, the two brothers left Mingjian Villa together and rode towards the low mountain outside the villa.

They found a stream in the mountain and followed the stream all the way up. Soon they found a falling waterfall. Yi Yuchen nodded and said, "You just wait here. "

After saying that, he took a step and flew over the sea of ​​flowers, stepping on the grass and trees.

He landed on the top of the waterfall, looked around, and nodded with satisfaction. There happened to be a long and narrow canyon nearby, which just met his needs.

Yi Yuchen stretched out his hand and clenched it, and the originally turbulent stream suddenly stopped. The next moment, the stream was grabbed by a huge hand of true energy.

Yi Yuchen's soul moved, and the properties of his true energy changed accordingly, turning into the cold and gloomy Taiyin true energy. As his true energy surged, gusts of cold wind blew in the canyon.

Yi Jifeng subconsciously squinted in the cold wind, and as Yi Yuchen rubbed his hands together, In a moment, the stream water that rose into the sky turned into snowflakes, floating down.

Under the stimulation of Yi Yuchen's Taiyin Zhenyuan, the canyon seemed to have come to the Kunlun Mountains with snow and biting cold wind.

At this moment, the terrain of the surrounding canyons was completely changed, without the gentleness of the Jiangnan water town; the snow and wind covered the valley, the grass and trees froze, and the streams stopped flowing; the whistling cold wind was icy and biting, and the snow and wind danced wildly, blocking the view.

Yi Yuchen's voice echoed in the canyon: "You feel this environment with your heart. Although it is much different from the majestic Kunlun Mountains, the artistic conception is similar. "

Yi Jifeng nodded in the snow and wind that made it hard for him to open his eyes. He calmed himself down and carefully felt the feeling brought by this environment.

At a certain moment, he drew out his long sword, and the sword light flashed, gradually merging with the snow and wind, leaving only a silver dragon dancing alone in the snow and wind.

The silver dragon was unruly, going against the snow and wind, as fast as lightning and meteors, dancing in the snow and wind, and its agile figure seemed to conquer this chaotic sky.

It was unknown how long it had been, the canyon became covered in silver, ten miles of frost, a hundred miles of snow, Yi Yuchen's figure had disappeared, and only Yi Jifeng merged with the snow and wind, with an endless sword shadow.