"Swish, swish, swish!"
The seemingly weak straw, in Fang Chen's hands at this moment, is like a sharp blade of a magic weapon, extremely hard.
Fang Chen danced with an elegant figure.
The movement of the sword is sometimes like a gentle breeze blowing leisurely across the hills, with agility hidden in its softness; sometimes it is like the bright moon quietly reflecting on the river, and there is depth beneath its calmness.
The sword moves that combine strength and softness, concealed by the appearance of weakness, hide the ultimate murderous intention that can be fatal.
"This is... the seventy-two sword techniques."
After Fang Chen finished practicing the sword marks, a hint of surprise appeared on his face.
It's just the sword skills recorded in the sword marks on the wall. It's just a fragment, only the first nine sword moves.
It’s really a big pity.
Fang Chen sighed secretly: "It's a pity that I'm not a swordsman, otherwise Otherwise, I will be invincible in the same situation! "
It is extremely demanding to become a sword cultivator. You must cultivate an innate sword energy and open a sword cultivation pond in the middle Dantian to prepare for the subsequent concentration of sword pills.
Fang Chen heard these things mentioned by his grandfather, but he knew nothing about the details.
"But it doesn't matter, just based on this sword technique, I no longer take Fang Yuan and his ilk in my eyes."
Fang Chen smiled slightly, threw away the straw in his hand, lay down on the straw pile, and started to practice the technique.
Although he was in a dungeon, the yin and yang qi in the air was extremely strong. With every breath and breath of Fang Chen, it was refined into Fang Chen's qi sea dantian.
"Master Fang Chen, it's time to eat."
After an unknown amount of time, a gentle voice came.
Fang Chen turned around and saw a frail girl, twenty-eight years old, plainly dressed, with red almond eyes, who had obviously just cried.
"Qingyi, who bullied you?"
Qingyi is Fang Chen's personal maid and has grown up with him since he was a child.
Especially during the years when Fang Chen was reduced to a useless person and unable to practice, Qingyi took good care of her.
"No, Qingyi is just a little sad to see the young master like this."
Qingyi sounded a little panicked and said quickly: "Master, eat quickly."
Qingyi placed the meals in front of Fang Chen one by one. When she was about to stop and go back, she was grabbed by Fang Chen.
"Master, you..."
Qingyi wanted to break away, but Fang Chen lifted up Qingyi's hanging hair, and a clear slap mark immediately reflected on Fang Chen's eyelids.
Fang Chen’s tone was very gentle, but it contained a hint of thunderous fury.
"Master, you haven't eaten all day and night, you must be starving."
Qingyi smoothed her hair to cover up the slap mark.
"Fang Yuan?"
Qingyi shook his head.
「Fang Fang?」
Qingyi still shook her head.
"It wasn't the other servants who beat it, right?"
Fang Chen got angry and said in a stern tone: "Qingyi, look at me!"
Qingyi looked at Fang Chen with her big watery eyes, stubbornly holding back her tears.
"You even dare to touch my people, you are really rebelling against them!"
Across the fence, Fang Chen rubbed Qingyi's head and said, "Girl, do you want to take revenge?"
Qingyi's eyes lit up, and then she lowered her head in shame, and said timidly: "But, this slave has been practicing for so long and is only at the seventh level of Qi training..."
Fang Chen grinned: "Young Master will teach you three moves, enough to defeat all the maids in the Fang family!"
"Girl, watch it."
Fang Chen picked a more suitable straw and said seriously: "Master, this swordsmanship is called Seventy-two Sword Techniques. Today I will teach you three styles. I hope you practice well and don't insult my reputation, Master!"
However, Qingyi never dared to say these words, she could only complain a little in her heart.
But soon, Qingyi was attracted by Fang Chen's movements.
Every move made by Fang Chen is full of a special rhythm. It is not only very beautiful, but also has a strong murderous intention.
Qingyi couldn't help but be fascinated by it.
If Fang Chen wasn't covered in dust and his hair was disheveled, he would still have a hint of a sword cultivator.
"Well, Qingyi, do you remember it?"
Seeing the confused look on the little girl's face, Fang Chen also felt a little guilty.
Him He was so excited just now that he accidentally practiced all nine sword moves. He was worried that this stupid little girl would not remember it.
"Yes, I remember it, Master!"
Hence "Remember it all?"
Hence "Yes, I remember it all, Master!"
Hence "Here, practice it again!"
Hence said and handed the straw to Qingyi.
"Young master, that slave has made a fool of himself."
Qingyi blushed, took the straw, and did not rush to practice, but recalled it once, and then started to practice.
At first, Qingyi's movements were clumsy, even awkward, which made Fang Chen sigh secretly.
This girl is so stupid!
But after a few breaths, Fang Chen opened his mouth subconsciously and looked at Qingyi in disbelief.
Because, he discovered that when Qingyi was practicing "Seventy-two Sword Techniques", there were actually visible sword auras flowing on his body.
Even more, these sword auras are getting richer and stronger.
"Master, I...how am I practicing?"
Seeing Fang Chen's helpless look, Qingyi thought it was because of her own qualifications that she was too stupid, so she couldn't help but wring her fingers and said, "Master, it's the servant who is too stupid. I have let the master down."
As she said this, Qingyi was about to cry.
"No, no, you practiced very well."
Fang Chen forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and said: "Well, Qingyi, after you go back, you must practice hard. This sword "But you are much more powerful than I thought."
"Hmm, I remember it!"
Qingyi just thought it was Fang Chen comforting herself, and was very moved.
"Okay, go back quickly."
Sent Qingyi away, Fang Chen collapsed directly on the ground, weakly muttering to himself: "Is this the one-of-a-kind swordsman genius? Then who am I?"
"Forget it, let's eat first!"
Fang Chen stood up, picked up the food and started to eat happily. As if his grief and anger turned into appetite, Fang Chen ate all the food in one go, and then burped with satisfaction.
He asked the Fang family to imprison him for the rest of his life, and did not rule out the possibility of acquiescing to Fang Yuan and others to kill him.
"Three years ago, I entered the Derivative Mountains for training. Only the Great Elder knew about it, but I was ambushed. If I hadn't been pulled into the small tower by chance, I would have died without a burial place."
"Fang Yuan, Fang Zhengxiong, it's better not to be your fault for this matter, otherwise..."
Fang Chen's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his vision suddenly darkened and lit up, and he suddenly came to an exquisitely decorated boudoir.
On the soft bed, a naked woman with silver hair and a cold face sat cross-legged.
It is the Empress Xuan Bing, Xiao Yuluan.
It's just that at this time, Xiao Yuluan's whole body was exuding an icy air, and his delicate body was trembling violently, as if he was suffering from some kind of severe pain.
Xiao Yuluan struggled to speak, but with an unquestionable command tone: "You, come here and practice with me!"