On the seventh day after Lao Ma left the Hou Mansion, Zhi Shouzhen's injuries had been healed. The wound had scabbed and fell off. His skin was as crystal clear as jade, leaving no trace of stains.

At night, dark clouds were covered with dark clouds, and soon it started to rain heavily, and the sky and earth were dark, and the tiles in the roof were rumbling, like thousands of horses coming in.

Zhi Shouzhen sat cross-legged in front of the window, and the Xuji Nailed Body Soul Forbidden Technique passed through seventy-two Circles. Dozens of stars flashed in the sea of ​​consciousness, slowly turning with mysterious trajectory. For more than a month after entering the Hou Mansion, with the assistance of countless rare medicines, his essence, energy, spirit, and body were constantly purified. The sword qi of the three killing machine was condensed to the limit, and he had to suppress it with all his strength. Just wait for the realm of realization of the uniqueness, he could successfully break through and achieve the cultivation of Qi and return to the spirit.

His sword skills are also very advanced. No matter how profound and obscure the sword score, it can be understood at a glance, and it can be understood at one glance. It is very effective in actual combat, without any obstacles. He began to learn from the strengths of various sword techniques, blended with the sword qi of the three killing machines, and tried new changes. He was always on guard against this supreme sword scripture originating from Wang Ziqiao.

The one who has made the most rapid progress is the Xuji Nail Body Soul Forbidden Method. Thirty-six stars in the night view screen of the starry sky have been put into the sea of ​​consciousness, forming a miniature galaxy, constantly pushing the Xuji Nail Body Soul Forbidden Method to break through the limit. Zhi Shou Zhen’s sea of ​​consciousness also benefits from this, and a faint change occurred, and even the eight-winged golden cicada has become more and more agile.

With a light "pop", the crystal hourglass on the table turned upside down, and fine silver sand flowed down, which was the third time.

Zhi Shuzhen stood up and looked out the window. The night rain was as fierce as a whip, the eaves of the house were like a waterfall, and the sound of drums echoed between the sky and the earth.

Zhi Shuzhen took off his outer robe and exposed the hooded night lizard silk-washing clothes inside. This precious fabric is light and thin, close to the body line. It is not only difficult to invade water and fire, but also can change colors with the surrounding light and integrate with the environment.

Put on light cloud boots, matched with a jade-cutting sword, and re-checked the handwritten letter wrapped in fish skin. Zhi Shouzhen quietly walked out of Tingzhu Pavilion. The wet rain came towards him, and countless white arrows aroused from the pool. The towers and pavilions from far and near were hidden in the mist and rain, and the outlines were difficult to distinguish.

He sneaked against the thick shade of the trees, bypassing the guards until he left the Marquis' Mansion, and then he accelerated his robbery.

The street was shrouded in huge rain, empty and there was no one there. Zhi Shuzhen pulled up his hood, exposed his eyes, jumped onto the roof, and headed straight to Chongxuan Station on the outskirts of the city.

The rain line flowed down his night lizard's silk clothes, and the fabric was not dripping, and it was as dry as before. After leaving the street market, the eight-winged golden cicada in his spiritual consciousness suddenly yelled low to warn. Zhi Shouzhen felt a little nervous, pretending to be unaware of it, and continued to rush to the original speed. When he passed through a green continent on the shore of Xuanwu Lake, he suddenly accelerated and rushed into the woods. At the same time, the sea of ​​consciousness converged inward, and spiritual waves disappeared deeper, shrinking and closing, just like the water flow of a fountain retreating back to the spring, silently hiding.

This is the secret skill of the sea of ​​consciousness found by Zhi Shouzhen from the Wenyuan Pavilion collection, called the "Divine Lock Art". It is divided into four parts: hidden lock, illusion lock, padlock, and unlocking. They are all clever methods of using mental power. At this moment, he used the method of hidden lock to isolate the release of mental power, making it impossible for foreign enemies to use this to peek at his movements.

A faint black shadow spread far away, sneaking into the dense forest, suddenly stopped, and glanced at his eyes hidden under the shadow of the bamboo hat, flashing a hint of suspicion.

The wind and rain swayed around the branches, the white mist was swelling, and the branch seemed to be missing. Even if you activate your spiritual sense, it was difficult to find out the young man's mental fluctuations. The black shadow stood silently for a while, his figure flashed, and disappeared.

After a moment, the black shadow suddenly appeared in the dense forest, and his mental power suddenly sprinkled out like a large net, covering most of the Xuanwu Lake. After a while, the black shadow penetrated the forest and chased after him.

After half of the incense, Zhi Shuzhen emerged from the canopy of an old tree, looked at the direction where the shadow left, jumped off the tree, and circled around from another place.

Chongxuan Bureau is located at the Cuiluo Peak of Baishi Mountain in the north of the city, with flying pavilions and flowing elixirs, jade-built carved railings, pine and bamboos surrounded by the Yangtze River. There are ten Taoist temples in total, each of which is the ten Taoist temples in the Great Jin Dynasty, showing the majesty of Taoist temples. There is a formal official office built on the top of the peak, with one person in charge of the affairs of the palace and a hundred deacons. On the surface, it is in charge of the Taoist temples and the accounts of Kyoto, and the matters of fasting and ceremonies, secretly supervising the affairs of the court and monitoring the movements of the royal family.

Ziyun Temple is located at the east end of Cuiluo Peak, and belongs to the Taishang Shenxiao Sect. The owner of the temple, Yuan Jingbo, was lying lazily on Wen Yu's couch with open arms and bare chests. He grabbed a handful of gray-white pearls from the golden husks on the side, and squinted his eyes and looked at it: "Is this what Yongning Marquis Mansion sent to you today?"

"Well, it was delivered by Wang Yifu himself." A beautiful female crown knelt in front of Yuan Jingbo's knees, bounced her fingers to slim her bones. "These pearls are not of good quality, they are small in size, and they are a little shabby in their actions."

"What do you know? This is a liquid tea pearl, produced at the bottom of the sea of ​​the Star Constellation in the west of Dayan. Tea and drink can nourish the essence and regulate the foundation. One is worth at least a thousand gold, let alone a bucket? This is a big deal!" Yuan Jingbo let go of his hand, and the pearls rolled onto the couch. "What a pity, Yongning Hou Mansion is destined to be a bamboo basket to make water - a waste of time." Yuan Jingbo smiled and dragged the female crown into his arms, and put his hands on it. He practiced Taoism for decades, but he made no progress. He has been at the advanced level of refining Qi and still regaining his spirit, so he simply indulged in his voice and enjoyed it. The Taoist official in Chongxuan Bureau was like this, and he had no hope in the mountains and roads, so he was sent to the world. It was called experience, but in fact he was abandoned by the Taoist sect and died on his own.

"Why? They are all from the Yuan family... I know, it's your second brother Yuan Jingzhong's meaning, ah!" The woman's eyes were as charming as silk and twisted like a snake.

"Which onion is my second brother? If I hadn't been excluded by him back then, I would have been the leader of my room. How could I have left Boling?" Yuan Jingbo squeezed the white and plump thighs of the female crown and hummed, "It's the patriarch's meaning."

The female Guan gasped, Yuan Jingbo felt that he had lost his words and said nothing more. He lifted the Taoist robe and asked for a sword and a shoe.

"Du—Du—Du.”

A knock on the door suddenly came from outside.
Chapter completed!