As the cold air subsided, a pure white true qi appeared in Qing Yu's palm.

"This is?" Feng Jiu could feel that this true qi and the Haoran righteous qi in his body came from the same source.

"When I was in the last palm exchange just now, the palm power intercepted from the Han Wenxin. It's a pity that he left a hand in the end, otherwise, he would have been able to intercept more and have a better chance of probing his details. ”

"It is indeed authentic and upright. Feng Jiu nodded in confirmation.

"Then what about this palm, look at ······"

As he spoke, Qing Yu silently simulated the move of Han Wenxin's palm, forcing this intercepted true qi into his palm.

"How is it? Have you ever seen this kind of palm?" asked Qing Yu.

Although it was just a look, Qing Yu felt that it was already seven or eight points similar to Han Wenxin's palm just now.

"This palm is ······" Feng Jiu frowned and pondered, although he had read the descriptions of various martial arts due to his interest in martial arts, he had not really seen it, and he could not recognize it immediately.

"It seems to be······ Sky Divine Palm ······" Feng Jiu was a little unsure.

"The Divine Palm of the Sky, is it Confucian martial arts?" Qing Yu asked.

According to his understanding of the battle with Han Wenxin, this palm is very compatible with Haoran's righteousness, and it should be Confucian martial arts.

"Yes, it's Confucian martial arts, and it's very famous. When Ji Muqing, the ancestor of the Great Qian, first became the Taishi of the Great Zhou, he was full of ambition and wanted to reorganize the stormy Great Zhou Dynasty. This Sky Divine Palm was created in response to this ambition to reshape mountains and rivers. ”

"The snow in the sky is drifting, and the old country has been changed," Feng Jiu chanted, "The palm of the sky is named after this." ”

Qing Yu recalled the scene when Han Wenxin came out of the palm, the atmosphere was majestic and unstoppable, although Han Wenxin himself was not as good as the Great Qiantaizu, but the spirit of "changing the old country" still came out.

"So," Qing Yu raised his eyebrows, "Han Wenxin is a big man?"

Feng Jiu shook his head and said, "I'm not sure." When Ji Muqing created the "Sky Divine Palm", he had not yet reached the age of not being confused, and there were still twenty or thirty years before he turned against Zhou Liqian. At that time, he was still the master of the Confucian lineage, so this "Heavenly Sky Divine Palm" was included in the Confucian classics, and both lineages could be studied. Today's Shanhe Academy should also have a record of this master. ”

"That's right, if only Daqian has this technique, Han Wenxin wouldn't dare to use it casually. ”

"From this point of view, the details of this Han letter are even more interesting······

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In the city of Shendu.

There are students from Shanhe Academy, walking together, and scattering around in this Shendu City.

Although the scenery on Datong Mountain is good, and the buildings of Shanhe Academy are magnificent, it will be tired of staying in an environment for a long time. Especially if you live in the mountains, the people you see on weekdays are all men.

They are all young people in the prime of life, and most of them have tasted the taste of gentle township, and how many of them are not restless? Especially the special environment of Shanhe Academy, so that those students do not even dare to perform the special move of the Five Dragons Holding the Pillar.

After all, not everyone has the courage of Jin Mingxuan's private academy. In a private academy, to catch it is to drop out.

For the fate of dropping out of school in this way, please refer to Zhang Qianding.

However, there is always a maverick in the crowd. In a certain group of academy students, some people fell behind silently before they arrived at Tianle Fang.

This well-behaved student quietly broke away from the team before Tianle Fang.

He turned into an alley and followed the road to the back door of a restaurant.

Following the little maid waiting behind the door, they walked to a private room on the second floor of the restaurant.

After the little servant led the student to the private room, he closed the door outside, leaving the student alone in this private room with no one.

No, someone ······

In a place on the side of the private room, behind the bamboo curtain that was pulled down, a strange voice came, "Xu Mingfeng, you have no medicine again?"

The speaker's voice was very strange, as if many people were speaking at the same time, overlapping each other, apparently deliberately disguised.

"Medicine, Yakushi-sama, please give me medicine!"

This good student who seems to have a good character is Xu Mingfeng. However, Xu Mingfeng now is very different from that day.

However, in the middle of the month, this boy who was full of red light that day, who was lightly dressed in the cold days of the ninth day, and drank freely, is now pale, sweating profusely all over his body, trembling, and looking terminally ill.

"You know my rules. Medicine, yes, where is your wealth?" said the pharmacist behind the bamboo curtain.

"Yes, there are ······" Xu Mingfeng shook his hands and took out several silver tickets from his arms, "The thousand taels of silver tickets from Huibao Qianzhuang are a total of five, and I want to get five bottles of Changsheng San." ”

The words are humble, and there is no trace of the radiant appearance of the past. The former Xu Mingfeng, although he was a gentleman, was also polite and polite on the surface, with a good skin.

Now, it is a sick ghost who seems to be dying and unwilling to die, and his whole body is dying white.

"One thousand taels for a bottle, that was the price half a month ago. It's a pity, Xu Mingfeng, there are too many people buying recently, the supply is in short supply, and the price has risen again. Your five thousand taels are only enough to buy a little more than three bottles. ”

"This, Yakushi-sama, can it be cheaper, I, I ······" Xu Mingfeng pleaded in a trembling voice.

At the beginning of the month, he offended the sixth prince Feng Chaonan in front of the Shanhe Academy and slapped the other party in the face. Although Feng Jiu pleaded, Feng Chaonan also agreed at that time.

However, with Feng Chaonan's temperament, how could he let go of Xu Mingfeng, who slapped him in the face in public.

The next moment Xu Mingfeng was carried away, the Xu family cut off their support for him. By the time Xu Mingfeng sobered up from the medicinal effects of Changshengsan and drunkenness, he had already become a marginal figure of the Xu family, and he had nothing at once.

Xu Mingfeng is even more unfortunate than Zhang Qianding, whom he laughed at, because his father is not called Zhang Haishan.

During this period of time, the depressed Xu Mingfeng could only rely on the immortal dispersal recommended by his friends to paralyze himself, confusing the depressed present with the past, thinking that nothing had changed.

It's a pity that with the last bit of money running out, he can't even afford to buy Changshengsan.

"Okay, you are the first batch of customers in Shendu to buy Changsheng San, and you have also developed a lot of downlines, so I will personally give you ten bottles of Changsheng San. Behind the bamboo curtain, the medicine man's helpless words came.

"But this time, next time, you'll have to bring enough money. ”

"Thank you, thank you, Yakushi-sama. The surprise came too suddenly, and Xu Mingfeng's whole body trembled with excitement, like a sifting chaff.

"No thanks, take it. The pharmacist clapped his palm, and a small door opened in the corner, and a man dressed as a small servant walked with his head bowed with a plate containing ten white medicine bottles.

"Yakushi-sama, Yakushi-sama······" Xu Mingfeng was like a hungry dog smelling the fragrance of bones, and hurriedly swept the medicine bottle into his arms.

"Yakushi-sama, there will be a good reward in the next day, a good reward ······"

Saying this, Xu Mingfeng turned around and opened the door and ran, he couldn't wait to enjoy the taste of forgetting all his troubles.

"Then you have to have a future······" Accompanied by a normal tone and playful words, the little guy raised his head, revealing a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, which made Xu Mingfeng extremely familiar.