Invincible little uncle

Chapter 37. 40. Read the Zongdong Pavilion

The little princess who walked out of the "underworld" suddenly became harmless to humans and animals again.

Although the whole body has a cold temperament, it is just a layer of skin covering the majesty of the real emperor.

Since she came here 50 years later, she naturally knows that none of these brothers and sisters are fuel-efficient, and those who dance the fiercest and look the most outstanding are often idiots.

In this perfect coldness, she thought quietly.

There must have been changes in many places in this life, otherwise, according to the original development, Little Huangshu would never disappear.

She considered various possibilities, and then unknowingly walked to a courtyard in the west.

Knock on the door.

The one who opened the door was Peiyu, a little maid with a melon-seeded face.

Xia Yuxue asked directly, "Has he come back?"

Peiyu shook her head: "Little prince"

After all, she shook her head slowly with a worried face.

Xia Yuxue was not surprised, she shouldn't have come, because she knew the result, but she still needed to ask, which showed that her mind was disturbed.

She squinted at this well-behaved little maid, and thought to herself: Don't let me know that your White Lotus Sect kidnapped him, otherwise there will be no end.

Anyway, next year, you will come to assassinate the emperor and set fire to the palace, I don't care about these.

But at that time, Little Huang Shuruo still didn't show up.

Don't blame me.

In the chaos, it is normal for anyone to die.

"The New Year is coming, post some festive couplets, cut two window grilles, it will be more lively."

"Yes, little princess."

Xia Yuxue smiled gently, then turned and left. There are still three days before the magic silver dagger will be effective. During this time, she is free, and the lucky chance has not yet been born, so she is not in a hurry.

Once people are free, they will miss.

Passing Tianshuang Pavilion, she turned her head and looked at the long pavilion leaning against a green lake. The corridor is quite Zen-like, with evergreen pines, bamboos, bare wicker, and jagged rocks, each with its own posture.

Literati and refined scholars like these tunes.

There are also pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table in the pavilion.

Xia Lingyue and Xia Heng, as well as the sons and daughters of princes and ministers' families, often come to dance and write, enjoy the wind and sing the moon, laugh at the bravery of warriors, and sing praises for the contribution of writing to the future.

A cousin, a fool, hard to accomplish great things.

It's just that in recent days, they have started to laugh at the little emperor uncle who lifts the six-thousand-jin golden lion, saying that he is reckless, but he speaks late, behaves badly in the world, is withdrawn, and does not fit in with the crowd
Xia Yuxue looked at the empty pavilion, and their appearance appeared in her mind.

Tigers never walk alone, but cattle and sheep are in herds.

Her pink cheeks were as indifferent as ice, but when she looked up, she saw the blue sky.

Xia Guang was also looking at the blue sky.

Since quietly returning to the Zongdong Pavilion yesterday, he began to quickly browse through the exercises in the attic.

He naturally knew that his disappearance for half a month must have a great influence in the palace. If he showed up directly, then the Dongdong Pavilion might only be able to sneak in at midnight.

It's just that midnight is too dangerous, it's better to finish reading it first.

From morning to night, he kept flipping through the books, at an extremely fast speed, and a series of exercises quickly came into his mind, and the skills were memorized by his muscles, while the internal force was imported or absorbed into his mind. Among the three systems of yin or yang or cloud.

There are also many special skills.

For example, a book called "The Treasure of Love Flowers",
The content of this book is quite extensive, and it can be summed up in one word: evil!

The internal skills and moves are all extremely biased, and they also accommodate dark methods such as disguise, poisoning, heart-inducing, breeding insects and releasing insects.

Another example is a book called "Luo Shen Fu", which records flexible footwork, which is different from "War Dragon Fu".

If the latter is a pure man, the former is used like a woman, twisting and twisting, squeezing back and forth in the crowd.

As for the extremely ancient exercise before, Xia Guang probably had an idea.

It seems to be a very powerful body training method called "Sand Waterfall Divine Method". It is said that after this method is practiced, one's body can be transformed into sand, which can be used to attack and defend, and it is extremely powerful.

It's just that the reason why this technique can't be practiced is that it lacks some necessary props, the two most important of which are "Soul-fixing Nectar" and "Yiweisha".

The ancient books kept in the Zongdong Pavilion are nothing but the inner strength and mental method that people who practice this method need to match. It is called "Unextinguishable Flame". Only with special skills and paired with those two important objects can they practice successfully.

If you just practice not to extinguish the fire, then the more true energy in the body, the stronger the burning feeling, which makes people feel so painful that they just want to destroy their own power.

When Xia Guang flipped through this book, he didn't have any self-evident reminders in his mind, and only after comprehending everything, did he have these hindsight news.

It's no wonder that the huge stone statue has not been able to get out of it until today. It seems that the golden finger is not good enough. I think it has killed many seniors.

Xia Guang thought silently.

Then, his expression became dignified, ready to meet the unquenchable true energy that "makes people feel so painful that they just want to abolish their skills".

one second.
one cent.
moment.
No feeling.

Xia Guang frowned, this golden finger is too unreliable, it's fine if you don't remind that the exercises are risky, but after reminding them, it doesn't match the truth.

Where is the pain?It's really exaggerated and fussed, no wonder it's not promising.

He arbitrarily fused this wondrous internal force into his heart.

There are really many exercises that have been searched by the royal family in the past.

There are many strange skills and minds in it. If you cultivate to the top level, you will explode to death, or become disabled, or...
Xia Guang accepted all the orders.

He only felt that more and more air currents were mixed in his body, and these currents were scattered to three places, as if divided into three camps.

At first, he was still on guard.

For example, if he was about to explode and die, he would immediately sit cross-legged, adjust his breath, and use three powerful qi to suppress it if something was wrong. But soon, he discovered that this kind of belated warning was really nonsense. .

Let yourself burp at most, okay?
Or the abdomen is flatulent, making a soft "flutter" sound.

Besides, the kung fu technique that cultivated to the highest level would cripple him. After he got this belated information, he was terrified.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, there was only a slight "click" when he twisted his neck.

In the end, he picked up a book called "Must-Death Skills", and the opening chapter reads: This method is insane and purely crazy, but after all, it was left behind by a generation of strong madmen. But it must not be practiced.

Xia Guang continued to turn back, and the handwriting was completely different.

After pondering for a while, he understood that the exercises at the beginning and the records at the beginning were all done by later generations, and the person who created the exercises on the second page was the one who wrote them himself.

After thinking about it, he quietly put it down.

Must die, how terrifying, really scary when you think about it.

Since he is afraid, he will not learn.

After casually throwing it aside, he leaned on the bookshelf again, looked at the bright moon rising outside the window, and began to deduce and comprehend the acquired exercises.

Well, let's go up to the 89th floor first.

(End of this chapter)