The picture gradually faded, and the last extremely faint figure appeared in the painting. The man in blue clothes was holding a sword and half-squatting beside a woman. He could no longer hear what he said. Finally, he hugged the woman and disappeared into the picture.

Qiu Yan recalled the scene he saw in disbelief, and his hand unconsciously reached into the stove and touched the object.

Take it out and take a look, "Scared! How is this possible!"

What he had in his hand was a brush that was exactly the same as the huge pen in the picture. The tentacles of this pen were as cold as jade, and the flowers carved on them were exquisite and lifelike. He had seen this flower in a book called Sumeru. Mustard Seed Sumeru, which was a self-contained one.

"This brush is not really the magic pen in the picture, right?"

The giant pen seemed to be in response to his guess, and suddenly the blue and red light burst into Qiu Yan's hands, and it suddenly became huge, exactly the same as in the picture. Qiu Yan was shocked and his whole body trembled, and he stared at it with disbelief.

After the light, the huge pen suddenly turned into an ordinary-sized brush and returned to Qiu Yan's hand. However, although the patterns on the pen holder have not changed, they are not as flexible as before. As long as you don't look closely, this is just a relatively precious jade brush with soft tips.

Qiu Yan took it in his hand and looked at it again and again. He felt inexplicably fond of it and wanted to take it away.

"The treasure has a spirit, and you and I will meet you and have a fate." He said to the pen: "Then it, if you don't object to me taking you away, don't move like you. If you don't want to take you away, you shine like you did just now, then I will put you back in the stove, okay?"

The jade pen did not respond in his hand. Qiu Yan grinned happily, put it in his bag and put it away and walked back.

After Qiu Li pulled the seven people up outside the house, his palms were covered with scars. After the seven people came up, they rested for a while, then stood up to thank Qiu Li.

But Qiu Li noticed that the five or six-year-old child stared at his hand with a look of mismatch, thinking that it was because he saved them, and the child noticed his hand like this, so he walked over and whispered: "Don't worry, my brother is good at martial arts and will be cured in a few days."

When the child saw Qiu Li approaching, he trembled and pulled Qiu Li's hand up, slowly approaching his hand to his mouth. Just as he was about to touch it, he was awakened by the voice of a woman beside him.

"Mao Xiaomeng, why don't you go find some water to wash your face!" The person who spoke was Sister Xiaowan, who the boy had called before, the only daughter of the old scholar in the village, but none of them knew their true identity. Even the people closest to them did not know.

Mao Xiaomeng woke up when he heard the sound, and suddenly shook Qiu Li's hand and ran away. The fat man followed him anxiously.

Qiu Li was confused by this sudden movement and looked at Mao Xiaomeng who was running away in confusion, "What's wrong with this child?" But he thought carefully, why did the child have such a bloodthirsty and desire expression just now? It seemed that his eyes were blood red. Did he see it wrong?

Feng Xiaowan smiled at Qiu Li, "This child almost fell off the cliff just now. Maybe he was scared. Please don't behave like that."

"Oh, that's it. By the way, how could you hang on this cliff? I saw that some of my martial arts were also extraordinary, how could they be like this?"

Several people looked at each other, and it was obvious that their experience could not be known to others, so one of them said, "Young hero saves me in danger, we are very grateful. We don't want to lie to you, but this fact cannot be told. Please don't blame me."

Seeing that they were unwilling to say something, Qiu Li didn't say anything more. He was always on guard against others. He met by chance, but he just saw injustice and didn't understand each other. He continued to ask questions, so he claimed the crime and chased Mao Xiaomeng to the edge of the well.

Qiu Li returned to the blacksmith shop, closed the door, and repeatedly confirmed that the crack in the door was tight before returning to the house.

Qiu Yan had just climbed to the secret passage at this time, and when he saw Qiu Li come back, he hurriedly shouted, "Brother, please help me, I really can't climb."

When Qiu Li saw his younger brother crawling out of the secret passage, he had a puzzled flash in his eyes, "What's going on? There is actually a secret passage here?"

Qiu Yan informed him of the experiences in the secret passage and took out the jade pen to show him. But at this time the jade pen actually disappeared from the patterns on his body. The overall look was gray and had no characteristics, and it was no different from ordinary brushes. Qiu Yan said strangely: "No, there were patterns just now, why didn't they disappear?"

He took Qiu Li into the secret passage again. Strangely, the murals on the wall and the weapons were all gone, and only the dark yellow light shone on the road beneath his feet. After another quarter of an hour, he came to the stone gate. The two of them approached with breath, and only heard the faint sound of metal knocking from the stone gate, "ping Ping Pong" and "pong" to stop.

Qiu Yan went to push the stone door, but he could not push it open with all his strength. Qiu Li pulled him away, pushed it forward and found that the stone door was not moving at all. So he used his internal strength and pushed forward with both palms.

"Swish!" A blue light flashed, and Qiu Li was retreated for about ten steps. He couldn't suppress his true energy and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Brother!" Qiu Yan hurriedly stepped forward and helped Qiu Li, "Are you okay?"

What's going on? He did push the door open before, but how could he push it open by himself? His brother, who has deep skills, was shocked by the bounce back? How could there be a sound of a blacksmith inside? Is there someone inside? Then didn't he really become a thief and took other people's things?

"It is fate that comes from fate, and there is no reason to turn back. Fate is the Tao, I hope you don't let it down." The voice was like in my ears, and although I heard it was old, I was full of energy and could not judge the direction, but I could tell that this person's skills were very profound.

"Senior, is this yours?" Qiu Yan was uneasy and took out his jade pen and asked loudly, but he couldn't hear it back. He had to look back at Qiu Li's injuries, "Brother, are you okay?" He saw that Qiu Li vomited blood and was very worried.

Qiu Li seemed to have not heard him, and sat cross-legged on the ground and used his exercises. The red energy spread all over his body. His pale face with a hint of abnormal flushing gradually returned to normal. Although most of the exercises he practiced belonged to his family, most of the children of Qiujiabao used swords. The ten chapters of the sword tips were created by the ancestors of Qiujiabao back then, and his internal skills and mental methods were also the method of cooperating with him. This is the family secret book of Qiujiabao, and they are all secret book of using swords.

Qiu Li has been practicing sword since he was a child, and has a very talented talent. He has already practiced the fourth chapter of the ten swordsmanship. You should know that his father Qiu Zhuoxue has only practiced the sixth chapter. His father has a deep internal strength but he can't meet the requirements of the seventh chapter.

The most powerful thing about Qiu Li was to use daggers. He used the formula of the Sword Chapter to use the moves of using daggers, and combined with the internal skills and mental techniques, and found that the power of his use of daggers had vaguely surpassed that of using swords. However, using the sword technique to use it on daggers, he always lacked a trace of luck and coherence, which made his breath unstable when practicing, and his skills remained in place for a long time.

Although the green light just now shocked him to disorder, it made him find that there was a trace of connection in the Sanjiao Entrance, which caused his breath to be unstable during his practice. Although he was injured, he was only slightly injured. He even had a feeling of how good it would be to hit him again.

Qiu Yan saw that Qiu Li was using his qi to heal his wounds and did not disturb him. He saw Qiu Li's red internal force slowly rise from his dantian, passing through his chest and then to his head, and finally scattered to his limbs, circulating over and over again.

At this moment, an old voice in my ear sounded again, "Huh? Is there such pure internal force of the Yang meridian?" The old man's surprise attracted Qiu Yan's doubts, "Senior, what is the internal force of the Yang meridian?"

"The internal strength of the Yang meridian is a unique internal strength that can only be cultivated by people with pure yang constitution. If combined with the relative secrets of martial arts, it will definitely be limitless in the future. For those who practice martial arts, any martial arts can be twice the result with half the effort. Unfortunately, this kid." The old man answered his words this time, and only Qiu Li could hear what he said. However, the Qiu Li's voice transmission technique has only been at the first level. He has not found that the old man used this voice transmission method and has great attainments.

Qiu Yan believed in the old man's words because of the magic pen. Qiu Li was injured by a green light from the old man. For those who could easily hurt him, he could only describe it as unfathomable. How could he deceive him? So he believed in the old man's words. Pure Yang body? Is the red internal force emitted by his luck the pure Yang body? That is the pure Yang internal force? No wonder, his father and his uncles and elders in the family had much deeper internal force than him, but there was no real gas out of his body.

"Such a clumsy internal force operation method is simply a misleading child! Remember not to use it anymore, otherwise it will waste your pure yang body. I will pass on your pure yang body operation method, and you must remember not to pass it on external means.

If you abandon your merits and keep your knowledge, you must remember the method I preached without saying a word."

"There will be endless forever, and it is actually pure Yang. The Mao Dharma is the only one, and Yuanyang plans to advance. The flute is weak, and the Wu Wu is destroyed. The momentum is Tiangang, and the right is destroyed..."
Chapter completed!