660 One Object In The Air, The Swords In One Hand (1/2)

After Ye Liuyun and Fei Jie left, Fan Xian sat by the seaside for a long ti disappeared froaze was still turned toward the ocean that stretched as far as the eye could see The wind and rain whipping against his body had not weakened His entire body was soaked He was sitting in a strange position, hugging his knees, just like a cute little boy In reality, everyone kneas impossible for Fan Xian to be a pure little boy

The two types of zhenqi in his body circulated and flowed slowly The zhenqi that had been pushed out by Ye Liuyun's purposeful sti quickly circulated in a relatively calm and harmonious manner For him, it seemed that this e in his state ofehtly into his mind

Fan Xian closed his eyes and naturally extended his palainst his pal time, Fan Xian's palms remained just as dry and smooth as usual It was as if these raindrops would never be able to truly land on his palm and wet any inch of his skin

Fan Xian's palms were covered by a thin layer of zhenqi This zhenqi was released fro a thin and interesting return path It was the strange and completely useless technique he had practiced as a child

This technique allowed him to become an ace climber in this world He had once clierous places that huht of Compared to the six years of time and effort he had paid out in his youth, the results were truly not worth it

At the time, Wu Zhu did not correct him Everyone knew Wu Zhu did not have internal qi

Now, it felt different There was a fine and obscure difference compared to usual Fan Xian slowly opened his eyes and wiped the rainwater from his face He stared dazedly at his pal time

To be able to have zhenqi leave one's body and form a weapon that could harm others was a powerful real as one had reached a certain level of cultivation and had a superior enough technique of circulation, powerful warriors would be able to e it

Fan Xian had once seen Ye Liuyun's scattered hands The Great Grandmaster's hand had spread like a dried pluers In an instant, they split through the air and poked tens of thousands of plum blossoms holes into the beach at the bottom of the cliff in Danzhou Suchthrough hu different today, a coht in the wind and rain The rain followed his hair and dripped onto his face It was somewhat bloay by the wind on the seashore

When the zhenqi left for aextra amidst the familiar movement Given the realm of Fan Xian's state of mind, he should not have been able to sense there was so extra, but he still felt it

Other than shock, he was also confused All things were balanced in the world However much zhenqi was released, the sa able to draw it back was already Fan Xian's unique skill, but how could there be more? Didn't that mean there was no need for meditation and all he had to do was endlessly carry out this circular flow of zhenqi to increase the amount of zhenqi inside his body?

Where did the extra zhenqi cohtly Even his fingertips began to treht have touched on a door that no one had considered, thought of, or arrived at before What was behind this door?

Why had this change suddenly happened? When Fan Xian sensed this opportunity, he followed it and sat down in the rain by the seashore What was this opportunity? Was it Ye Liuyun who had co out at the sea? Was it the frustration of separation between faan to coolly evaluate what had happened during this one day and night He had to find the reason for this to understand what color that door was and who had opened it in front of hiyi froht in the Sword Hut The e was those two notebooks, particularly the latter one written in strange sounds

Fan Xian had asked Fei Jie to take the notebook to the mysterious land in the West, but he had already fully h there were still many phrases he did not understand, there were some parts he understood

The phrases didn't seem like a spell They werelike Dante's Divine Comedy

Did Italian develop fro in the rain He could not reo He only remembered that there were many dialects of Italian The formal one could not escape connection from Dante's Divine Comedy

Was it those few sentences ied his state of e situation at hand?

Magic? Fan Xian stood slowly and furrowed his brows He looked at the empty sea, the deep blue surface that awaited wind and rain, as if he could see the land on the other end of the ocean

I love you, the char to sense each thing leaping through the air

To be close to you, to be with you

This was a poem, not a spell Fan Xian stood in a daze in the rain and was firment It was clear that these poetry-like words hadWas there truly vitality between the heaven and earth in the air that should be e earlier, had he added a closeness of the poesteps across the sand His body turned a few times in the wind and rain by the shore of the East Sea He looked at the air around him, the wind, and rain, and narrowed his eyes He released a bright light like he wanted to find a sliver of that intangible thing as However, there was nothing

Too ed into his mind and made it difficult for hiroan, he rubbed the spot between his brows

The notebooks were objects left behind by Master Ku He Using Sigu Jian's words that he had let slip, one knew that the Northern Qi's previous Iic and had even used a little of it on Dong Mountain

But, it was all in Italian No matter how extraordinary he was, he shouldn't know it How did he succeed in learning it? What had he learned?

The poetry collection that e Looking at its age, it should have been very old It ht even pre-dated Ku He's birth An elder of this land had probably coic from the Western lands and forcibly recorded these words

Fan Xian sudden felt regretful He shouldn't have given the notebook to his teacher to take to the distant Western lands so hurriedly He should have studied it more and used the power of the Overwatch Council to try and find the elder, ould have long turned into a pile of white bones, and then followed this clue into history