The sun sets and the room suddenly becomes much darker.

Ye Feigong finally waited for this time. He looked up and said with regret: "Oh, before I knew it, it was already this time. Forget it, it's too late today, so let's get here first. Xu Xian, let's fight another day."

After saying that, he got up and moved his muscles and bones.

Xu Xian laughed dryly in his heart, of course he couldn't just point out Ye Feigong's thoughts.

At this time, Ye Feigong seemed to remember something and asked, "Xu Xian, how long have you been to the outer courtyard?"

"About seven months."

"Have you written a letter to your home?"

Xu Xian's heart thumped, but nodded calmly.

Three months ago, he had already written a letter from home and went back. Of course, Xu Xian had worked hard to write this letter from home, and his handwriting was as good as the real Young Master Xian.

So Xu Xian was not worried about his handwriting, but what should he write about the content.

Xu Xian thought carefully and then wrote a normal letter, which was sent back to the special manager of the Foreign Court.

The Five Elements Sect does not prohibit disciples from writing letters with secular family members. As the saying goes, how many people can truly do it when they enter the path of cultivation and cut off the reputation of the mortal world?

Of course, for Xu Xian, it would be fine if his letter was seen as a mistake. The Xu family has power in the secular world, but this power cannot affect the sect.

The only problem is that it will implicate the items and.

The other party has a family, so Xu Xian was cautious in writing this letter, and most of the time, he could not see any problems.

At this moment, Mr. Ye Fei suddenly asked about this matter, which naturally made Xu Xian feel a little guilty. Fortunately, he soon discovered that Mr. Ye Fei asked casually.

Xu Xian stood up and said goodbye and left.

When Ye Feigong was alone, he lit a candle and squatted to the chessboard again. He stared at the chessboard and used his fingers to simulate the steps just now. After a long time, Ye Feigong said angrily: "How does this kid's head grow?"

Xu Xian himself is also very curious about the mind.

Since that night, he became a little beggar in the ruined temple, his extraordinary mind seemed to have become a kind of compensation for God to let him come to this world.

In fact, Xu Xian is not particularly good at playing chess. Even before today, he only knew a little about it.

He and Ye Feigong had three games just now.

He lost in the first game. He also lost in the second game, but he was able to go back and forth and get along with it. In the third game, Ye Feigong could no longer hold it. In the end, if it weren't for delaying time, no matter where his white boy fell, he would have to give in in the end.

Xu Xian also took this opportunity to re-recognize his "superpower".

As long as it is about memory and what needs to be calculated, if he gets familiar with it, others will be thrown by him and cannot even see the taillights of the car. Playing chess requires verification of various results in advance, which is what Xu Xian is best at.

In the last game of chess, Xu Xian calculated all the possibilities. Ye Feigong was like playing chess with a supercomputer, and Ye Feigong's chess skills were just average, so it was natural to crush Xu Xian.

In addition, Xu Xian found that his own comprehension and analytical abilities were also of extraordinary level.

Anyway, Xu Xian was very happy to kill on the chessboard today, which can be regarded as a reward for Ye Feigong's "severe" towards him these days.

Xu Xian has already understood Ye Feigong's character in the past few days through observation. This old man is very kind-hearted and knowledgeable. Like Zhang Huaiyuan, he is a scholar.

There is the integrity of a scholar.

Otherwise, Xu Xian would not dare to win the other party directly.

When he returned to his own courtyard, Xu Xian missed Lao Yao a little.

There is no TV, no mobile phone, no Internet, and nothing about entertainment in this world. It is estimated that Ye Feigong's research on chess skills in his spare time is also a way to enjoy it.

If Lao Yao is here, you can listen to Lao Yao talk about everything when you are bored. Lao Yao's tone is very similar to storytelling. It is very exciting to listen to him telling stories about fighting in the past with his eyes closed.

Xu Xian moved his body, sat while practicing alchemy, studied, and played chess. If he didn't move for a while, he always felt that his body would rust.

He plans to practice swordsmanship.

He didn't want to touch the alchemy tonight. He was instilled in the alchemy by Ye Feigong these days. Xu Xian now wants to vomit when he thinks of the herbs and elixir furnaces.

Life needs to be adjusted, and the same is true for practice.

Sword, Xu Xianyou.

When he went up the mountain, he carried Mr. Xian's sword with him. The Xu family was powerful, and the texture of the weapons his master used was certainly not bad. This sword must have been made by the local craftsmen.

Draw the sword and unsheathed it, hold the sword in your hand.

Xu Xian began to practice "The Sword Technique of Finishing the Immortal".

Lao Yao has blown this set of sword techniques to the sky. Xu Xian has also studied and practiced in his spare time in the past few days, but because he has not studied other sword techniques, it is difficult to compare them.

Xu Xian had watched Lao Yao practice swords several times before, and he remembered every detail. At the beginning, Xu Xian just learned Lao Yao's actions.

Later, I gradually learned the essence of swordsmanship from this imitation and added my own understanding. Although I didn’t practice for a long time, I was already practicing well at this moment.

After practicing a set of swordsmanship, Xu Xian also felt comfortable all over.

Of course, Xu Xian's sword technique is still far from Lao Yao. After all, Lao Yao has been practicing this sword technique for more than ten years, and when he also uses a sword, Xu Xian's power will definitely not be as powerful as that.

According to people in the martial arts world, martial arts, regardless of internal martial arts, will take time to polish. Even if it is an ordinary long fist, you can become a famous master in the martial arts world after practicing hard for twenty years.

So Xu Xian is actually not in a hurry to achieve success in swordsmanship.

However, after he really practiced this set of swordsmanship, he also understood that Lao Yao had previously told that there were mortals who could use this set of swordsmanship to kill monks, which should be a rumor.

No matter how exquisite the sword technique is, it requires years of practice. A mortal who does not know how to use spiritual energy and magic will not be able to approach the cultivator unless it is a sneak attack.

Just say that Xu Xian’s cultivation level of Qi Refining is far superior to that of an ordinary person. Even if he closes his eyes, someone can notice it as soon as possible.

If it is a head-on battle, any spell can make a successful warrior play around.

Not to mention anything else, just a fixed technique and a fire-attracting palm can kill a top martial arts master who has practiced for thirty or fifty years.

This is not Xu Xian’s exaggeration, but that’s the truth.

In the eyes of monks, mortal warriors are like ants.

Unless you are a martial arts master who has reached a certain level of internal strength and has barely enough to fight with the cultivator, you have to face cultivators with weaker cultivation. If your cultivation is high enough, even if you are a top-notch, you will still be an ant.

It's that simple and straightforward.

"A sword to win the immortal is not worthy of his name!"

Xu Xian murmured to himself.

At this moment, he gently bounced the three-foot green edge in his hand, and with a force, he quickly flew into the scabbard in the distance, and just grasped the correct head and force.

At this time, Xu Xian remembered Yang Xiu again.

This disciple of the Mu Sect who led him into the mountain flew with his sword on that day, wearing a cloud robe, and was floating in the air. He just didn't know what level of cultivation this Senior Brother Yang had reached?

"Flying with the sword!" Xu Xian muttered. He was about to go back to the house, but at this time he didn't know what he remembered, so he stopped again.

Turning his head and looking at the sword, Xu Xian reached out to grab it, and the sword on the table five feet away flew up and fell into Xu Xian's hand.

Extracting objects from aerial distance.

This is a magic that can only be used in the second level of Qi refining.

The long sword sheathed in his hand for a few turns. Xu Xian closed his eyes and the fonts in the Fengxian Sword Book appeared in his mind, which looked like drunken and messy books.

Xu Xian still remembers the font on the sword score vividly.

I have never seen such arrogant words in the past. I know people by reading books and know people by reading words. A person’s words can have a high probability of glimpse into the character of the person who writes.

There is no doubt that the person who created the Sword of Fairy is an extremely arrogant and unruly person. Xu Xian can even simulate the general appearance of this person in his mind, dressed casually, even worn and unconventional, and hold a long sword in one hand and a wine gourd in the other, drink a sip, and kill a person.

No one can walk under his sword. There are thousands of troops in front of him, a top of his head, and a sea of ​​corpses and blood under his feet.

Only such a person is worthy of the bold fonts in the sword score.

But the problem is that whether Xu Xian saw Lao Yao performing it or practicing it himself, although this set of immortal sealing sword technique is very powerful, it runs contrary to the image of the sword maniac in his mind.

"Could it be..."

Xu Xian hurriedly took out the sword score and started to study it carefully.

Obviously, there are other things hidden in this Xianxian Sword Book.

At this moment, Xu Xian was like a shark smelling blood. If he had come to this world, his favorite thing to do, his cultivation could only be ranked second.

The one who ranks first is to resolve mystery.

But soon, Xu Xian studied the sword score to the sky. He was quite experienced, but he could not see that there was another set of sword techniques hidden in this sword score.

Xu Xian tried all the possibilities of cryptography, font categories, and all the possibilities.

Nothing was found.

It was already the second half of the night, but Xu Xian was still sleepless, his eyes were staring like a copper bell, and his fingers were slashing around the font on the sword score, as if he was experiencing the writer's artistic conception.

Wait a moment.

artistic conception?

Xu Xian suddenly slapped the table and he understood.

Before we knew it, the sky was already slightly bright. In the mountainside where the medicine disciples were located, there were already many fire lights in dozens of small courtyards. From a distance, it seemed that stars fell into the mortal world.

In Xu Xian's yard, there were several stone slabs covered with sword marks, and there were also on the ground and on the wall. Xu Xian stood in the yard, closing his eyes and silent. He had been standing here for three hours.
To be continued...