"I don't know what kind of wood it is, but after burning, it can release such a rich spiritual energy."

Feng Xiaohan raised his head slightly, sniffed it, revealing a satisfied expression.

The pile of wood burned, emitting a stream of blue smoke, wandering around the two of them for a long time. The blue smoke is spiritual energy, extremely pure, comparable to the few purple bamboos in the purple bamboo courtyard.

He Xirou didn't say anything, closed her eyes and calmed down, and began to transform into a spirit with this blue smoke.

Feng Xiaohan threw the beast's legs into the fire, and his mind turned slightly. The blue smoke spread out from the first floor and penetrated into his body.

He Xirou closed her eyes and didn't see this scene, otherwise she would have been surprised.

Sitting on the charisma to transform the spirit is an important way to restore vital energy and practice. Vital energy flows like streams of fine water in the complex meridians and rivers. If you are not careful, the vital energy will rush backwards and shake the Tao heart, and you need to concentrate on controlling it.

Therefore, practitioners generally choose a quiet environment. The wealthy families in Kyoto have the habit of building secret rooms in their mansions. In addition to hiding things, there is also this reason.

But Feng Xiaohan obviously does not have this problem.

As fellow disciples, they lived in a small courtyard, and there were thousands of miles of grasslands and snowy areas, but she had never seen the scene of Feng Xiaohan turning into spiritual practice.

The blue smoke spreads around with the flames and the aroma of barbecue.

A large amount of firewood was fully burned, and the amount of spiritual energy released was so huge that it changed color. Even if all the twenty disciples of Changming Sect who discussed the Tao were brought together, they could not keep up with the speed of spiritual energy dispersing.

But before the blue smoke completely dissipated, it began to retract, just like a group of fish in a whirlpool, as if a suction force pulled them back, and they could not escape the overflow.

Although He Xirou's golden jade body has high efficiency in transforming spirits, it is not so exaggerated.

No one can do this kind of spiritual transformation speed except for powerful practitioners with extremely wide meridians. But in the Yutan Cave of Qingzhu Peak that day, Feng Xiaohan Whale sucked spiritual energy into his body, breaking this common sense.

Feng Xiaohan opened his mouth and inhaled it, sucking the excess spiritual energy into his body. In front of the Youfu Gate of Dantian, the stream grew rapidly. The vitality that had not been replenished for many days gradually recovered and repeatedly hit the gate.

He Xirou put all her body and mind on the transformation of spirits, and the other party just sucked away the remaining spiritual energy, so she didn't notice this.

When she opened her eyes again, the fire had burned out, but no ashes were left. Only the burnt brown traces and the fragrance of meat proved what had just happened.

"It seems that all the bookshelfs should have been removed and installed."

Feng Xiaohan picked up the animal's legs and pinched them, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "It's cooked, eat it quickly."

He Xirou's eyes fell on the Sumeru Bead beside her, and then looked at him and said, "We are half of these things."

Only then did she notice that the wolf teeth pendant between the other party's neck was inlaid with a small stone, but it was very casual, and it looked like a vegetable leaf stuck to its teeth, without any beauty, making people feel very uncomfortable.

Feng Xiaohan didn't know what she was thinking, so he tore off a piece of meat and said calmly: "I've said it before, so they are yours. After I go back, I will continue to look for medicine. Old Man Guo said that there is never a shortage of business people who do business without capital. I'm afraid that all the treasures will be a blessing in the end, but they will be successful for others... Be careful, hot."

"It's just a mob. Who would be a robber with some skills? It's just that if you kill it."

He Xirou reached out to pick it up, but the moment she got it, she quickly withdrew her hand, pinched her earlobes, and said, "It's so hot."

She looked like a frightened little girl, looking very cute.

Feng Xiaohan caught the almost falling flesh, inserted it on the Xilin Xiaojian and handed it to her again, saying, "He is not talking about the kind of bandits, nor is he a villain in the city, but someone else."

He Xirou held the short sword, bit her mouth gently, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Are someone else?"

"He gave a very interesting example at that time. I killed the monster and took his life. He defeated me and brought it back to Changming. He did not pay a substantial price, so it was all 'robber' in a sense."

“That’s different.”

"Perhaps our purpose is more elegant than those real robbers. For example, my methods are sometimes softer for survival, such as the method used by Old Man Guo. Humans are the smartest creatures in this world, inventing countless conspiracies and tricks, and famous nobles are even more good at making money for nothing. If someone wants to, they will always find a way to force me to hand over the treasure."

If you feel lonely when eating alone, it is because of loneliness. Then, if two people are together, the most direct way to chat is to avoid being lonely.

Unfortunately, neither of them is good at chatting.

But Feng Xiaohan was very smart and followed the other party's topic and led to the guidance of Guo Mingzhe. He didn't realize the Mingli at that time, but just remembered it silently. At this time, he recalled it and then changed another truth.

He Xirou knew where Guo Mingzhe’s insight came from.

The sword score of the Xuanhuang Sword is still in the palace, and it is obvious that a strong man worthy of it appears in the Changming Sect, who does not want to shame his ancestors' sword skills. In fact, he simply wants to occupy it.

But the Xuanhuang Sword is extremely powerful, how can it be easily learned by taking over it?

Lou Tingyu and Lin Yisong's qualifications in practicing Taoism are not particularly outstanding, but they can be said to be true geniuses of swordsmanship. Through the handwriting left by their predecessors and the occasional guidance from Chen Feng, they learned a Xuanhuang sword, but they could only understand the true meaning.

Even Cui Weiming can only learn 80% of the "Autumn wind is bleak and cold on the river".

Without a sword guide and Cui Weiming was not patient, Feng Xiaohan learned 30% of the skills with Wanyan's magic.

Even so, its power is unstoppable. Jiang Wen, who has a heart-to-heart nature in the collapse of the catastrophe, almost got to know the truth, which is the best sword technique in the world.

No wonder the palace wanted to occupy it, and Guo Mingzhe would have such an understanding.

"It seems that when Uncle Master sent you back to the mountain, he taught you a lot of things."

"It's okay, it's all things that have nothing to do with practice."

Feng Xiaohan said: "When people get old, they are like monkeys, no longer lively, but they are no longer nagging and noisy, and they always think that young people don't know anything."

He Xirou smiled and said, "You really don't know anything."

Feng Xiaohan thought for a while and smiled, "That's right, what can the wild boy understand..."

As soon as they finished speaking, their faces changed suddenly, and their rosy faces turned pale again.

...

...

The wind imprisoned in the hall blew away the snow here, but failed to blow away the dark clouds. The slight snow continued to fall, falling to the ground, and light snowflakes accumulated again.

Two figures came through the snow.

It took Mo Qiu and Jiang Wen a long time to arrive not far from the Nitian Palace.

They were able to see the shadow of the black palace. Jiang Wen had excellent eyesight and even saw that there seemed to be a stone tablet in front of the palace gate.

Mo Qiu said calmly: "They are there and have not moved since a long time."

The wind and snow here are very small, and you can hear it clearly just by just a little louder than usual.

Jiang Wen nodded slightly, he knew what his lady wanted to say.

The other party must have plundered all the treasures inside. If they fight later, they may use some methods they have never seen before.

Just like when I was by the river, I was using the wrath of God to level the gap in strength.

"Even if they rely more on the spiritual energy here to recover some physical strength and injuries, they are still just a spiritual transformation and a cave."

Jiang Wen said: "It cannot change the fact that the disadvantaged side is not."

Mo Qiu nodded slightly and said, "If you have a backup plan, you have to use it."

Her hand holding the scabbard tightly exerted even harder, and her knuckles were slightly white, even though her hands were already very white...

Perhaps for peace of mind or for other purposes, she did not put the sword in her sleeve, but held it directly in her hand.

But even with the sword, her figure will only look thinner.

It makes people worry about whether they will be blown away by the wind in the next moment, and then a strong desire for protection arises.

The cold wind roared past, blew the two of them, but could not lift their hoods.

Against the backdrop of snow, the black robe is thicker in color, like an abyss, staring at everything.

Their dark figures were in the snow, like two ghosts walking towards the Hell of the Rou step by step.

The wind remains unchanged,

The air became inexplicably suppressed.

When the snowflakes, the size of goose feathers, fell to the ground, they turned into extremely fine snow particles.

That was broken by the sword intent.

On the way after killing the dragon, Mo Qiu kept holding the sword and constantly accumulating sword intent. However, the two huge shadows were discovered from afar before, and she took the initiative to disperse the sword intent to avoid being discovered by them.

It was not until then that began to accumulate again.

The broken snow was falling, and her sword intent became stronger and stronger.

Jiang Wen felt that doing this would alert the enemy, which was a bit inappropriate, but Mo Qiu had already started to deliberately and did not say much.

Soon they walked past the place where He Xirou and Feng Xiaohan hesitated for a long time, but the snow was blown away and the snow pit naturally no longer existed.

As the snow that had accumulated for countless years disappeared, there was still chaos in space.

The two huge shadows in the distance did not start a war directly like other monsters. I don’t know whether they were sympathetic or knew each other, or for some other reasons.

They stood farther away and stopped. Except for those who were already living nearby and arrived here first, all other monsters were blocked outside and dared not go any further.

The two of them walked straight towards the dark palace without any obstacles.

The eight miles around the Nitian Hall are covered with bluestone ground, and there are formations reinforced underground. Even after so many years, there is no trace of being frozen and cracked.

Just like Mo Qiu's eyes at this moment, cold and hard.

...

...

The gate of the Nitian Palace was opened again, and the formation on the wall of the high platform disappeared.

Feng Xiaohan walked out of the hall holding a deserted sword, looked at the black dragon sculpture wrapped around the door post, fell into a brief contemplation, and then his eyes fell on the two people in the distance.

"I'm really reluctant to pursue it."
Chapter completed!