While listening to the attendant talk about the legends that he didn't know whether they were true or not, Han Ming looked through the maps full of tables over and over again, and once he found those few useful ones, he immediately memorized them in his mind.

Time passed quickly, and when Han Ming had written down all the maps that might be useful, he felt a swelling pain in his head, although these maps were only a dozen zhang of paper, but they really had a lot of content.

Han Ming exhaled deeply, and after squeezing his hands vigorously in front of his forehead, he turned to look at the attendants on the side.

"How long has it been?"

"Young Master Ming, you've been watching for an hour," the attendant replied immediately.

"How could it be? Didn't Young Master Yiwen come within this hour?" Han Ming seemed to be talking to himself, and as if he was asking the attendant next to him.

The attendant also saw that Han Ming didn't seem to be asking him, but he felt that it was better to answer than not to answer.

"Master Yiwen has never been here"

"He's not still on the eighth floor, let's go find him. Han Ming stood up and tidied up his clothes a little.

Han Ming was a little puzzled, with his understanding of the senior brother, if nothing had happened to this young master of the Zhu family, he would have come to look for him earlier, but now that he hadn't been found for an hour, something must have been delayed.

However, Han Ming is not afraid that Zhu Yiwen is in any danger, this is Zhu Chiyuan, with heavy guards, and many martial arts masters, there should be no person or thing that will cause physical harm to the young master of the Zhu family.

After a while, Han Ming arrived at the eighth floor of the library tower, originally Han Ming did not have the hope of finding Zhu Yiwen, but as soon as he reached the eighth floor, he heard Zhu Yiwen's voice.

"Later, read it, read it!"

Zhu Yiwen lay on the table with his hands on his hands, his chin rested on his arms again, and looked at Lan'er with a pair of big eyes, with an anxious look in his eyes.

Later, gone, the fox fairy and the scholar came together and lived a quiet and peaceful life. Lan'er slowly closed the book in her hand and handed the book to Zhu Yiwen.

"No! it's fast, but I still want to hear it. Zhu Yiwen took the book, there was some loss in his eyes, but when he turned around and saw Han Ming, he immediately rejoiced.

Zhu Yiwen grabbed Han Ming's arm, then pulled Han Ming to his side and pressed him to the chair again.

"Senior brother, where did you go, Sister Lan'er just read me a story about a fox fairy and a scholar, let me tell you, this story ......" Zhu Yiwen insisted on controlling Han Ming in the chair, and began to tell Han Ming the story he had just heard.

Han Ming was also quite curious, what kind of story could attract Zhu Yiwen like this, and he didn't feel bored for an hour.

Zhu Yiwen said quickly, and after a while, Han Ming understood most of it, this story is probably the fox fairy repaying the favor, saying that a white fox was saved by a scholar, and then it turned into a beautiful woman to repay the favor, and they broke through many obstacles and finally came together.

Han Ming was a little surprised at this moment, it turned out that the senior brother liked this kind of story, and he originally thought that he would like the legends of those swordsmen fighting the sword world.

"Big brother, this story is so good, haha. Han Ming grinned and slowly stood up from his chair.

Zhu Yiwen patted Han Ming on the shoulder, and there was some fascination in his eyes: "You also think it's good!" But no, but there should be some other stories here, I want to choose some to take back." ”

After finishing speaking, Zhu Yiwen walked in the direction of the bookshelf and began to rummage back and forth, and after about a quarter of an hour, he walked back with more than a dozen books of different thicknesses.

"Senior brother, let's go, I've been here for a long time, and I'll tell you after I finish reading. Zhu Yiwen handed the book to Lan'er, turned around and pulled Han Ming up and walked out.

"Okay, wait until you tell me, but don't worry, you take your time first. Han Ming followed Zhu Yiwen to the bottom of the tower, and Lan'er, Ping'er, and Nan'er naturally followed.

As soon as Han Ming turned around, he caught a glimpse of Nan'er, and he felt a little depressed in his heart, and he couldn't help but think of what happened this morning. Early in the morning, when Han Ming had just finished cultivating the nameless oral decision, an attendant went to the bamboo house to find Han Ming, saying that the second master of the Chi family asked Young Master Ming to choose some maidservants.

Han Ming is always a person, and he doesn't want any servants, he doesn't want to always have someone by his side to accompany him, if the nameless thing is leaked, it won't be beautiful.

Han Ming immediately rejected the attendant, saying that he was used to being alone, and he didn't need any maids to serve, and if there were maids to serve, he would feel uncomfortable, and he asked the attendant to go back and thank the second master Chi for his kindness.

But it happened that Hua Lao was out of the customs at this time, and he happened to meet Han Ming and this attendant, Hua Lao asked Han Ming to choose one after asking the reason, saying that he would definitely be able to use it in the future.

Han Ming naturally didn't dare to refuse Hua Lao, so he followed the attendant to choose the maidservants, and those maidservants stood neatly in a row, all slim and elegant, although they were only fourteen or fifteen years old, they were all real beauties.

Han Ming swept around and picked one of the maidservants named Nan'er, not because she was the most beautiful of the group of maidservants, but because he thought Nan'er's name was very good.

Han Ming took his gaze back from Nan'er, and sighed secretly in his heart, this day has come again, and his two exercises are still not an inch, if it goes on like this, I don't know if Ma Yue in the Year of the Monkey will have enough strength to continue to travel east and find that immortal gate.

Han Ming and Zhu Yiwen went down the tower, only to find that the steward in the tower had been waiting for them, and behind the steward stood more than a dozen guards with long swords at their waists.

"Two young masters, these are the guards who have learned the Huayuan Sword Technique, they all have extraordinary skills, how many young masters should you choose as sparring partners?"

Zhu Yiwen's mind was not on choosing a sparring partner at all, he still wanted to go back and read the books he had found earlier.

"The most powerful, let them fight, send the powerful ones to me, be my sparring partner!"

When Han Ming heard Zhu Yiwen's words, he turned his head to look at these guards after smiling slightly in his heart, in fact, he knew very well in his heart that any of the guards standing here to teach him and Zhu Yiwen was more than enough, and he didn't need to choose carefully at all, so he picked the most pleasing one among them.

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There is also a purple bamboo forest on the edge of the bamboo building where Han Ming lives, there is a vacant lot in the middle of the bamboo forest, the environment here is quiet, the air is fresh, and the distance from the bamboo building is not far, just a few steps away, it is really a good place to practice, Senior Brother Qi has danced the sword here before, and Han Ming has also watched it on the side.

Senior Brother Qi seems to have something to do in the past few days, and he has not returned to the Bamboo Tower, so Han Ming naturally occupies this place, and uses this place as a place to practice the Huayuan Sword Technique.

The cultivation speed of the Nameless Technique and Na Yuan Gong really disappointed Han Ming to the extreme, but this Huayuan Sword Technique was just a foreign kung fu, as long as he was diligent enough and could remember the sword moves, he could use it to deal with the enemy, which was very practical for him.

For some reason, Han Ming's memory was very amazing, and in just two days, he had memorized the three hundred and sixty-four sword moves of the Huayuan Sword Technique, so he only needed to practice diligently.

Han Ming was very confident that he would be able to get started with swordsmanship in ten days and change to another set of invisible swordsmanship, while it would take more than half a year for ordinary people to reach this point.

The guard who taught Han Ming Huayuan swordsmanship was also extremely shocked by Han Ming's comprehension ability, he had only demonstrated Huayuan sword moves four or five times in the past two days, and Han Ming had memorized them thoroughly, and many moves could be remembered as long as he watched them once.

The guard chosen by Han Ming stood behind a bamboo, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of depression in his heart as he looked at Han Ming who was dancing his sword trick on the side.

It is a very good errand to accompany the young master to practice swords, not only do you not have to go out to perform dangerous tasks, but there are also rich rewards, this guard thought that he could easily spend half a year, but he never expected that he felt that he was useless in just a few days, and the young master had learned all the sword moves that he should learn.

Just as the guard was secretly wondering, a person appeared behind him, only two inches away from his back, and this guard with extraordinary martial arts was unaware.

The man behind the guard was unusually pale, without a trace of blood, if he wasn't standing there alive, I'm afraid no one would think that he was a living thing, only that it was a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

"Stand down, you don't have to come back in the future!"

The guard suddenly heard a voice coming from behind him, and the source of this sound was still close at hand, and he immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Now he was completely defenseless, and if the person behind him wanted to take his head, he was afraid that he would have no room to resist at all.

The guard slowly turned his head, and what caught his eyes was an unusually pale face, not a trace of blood.

"Yes, Commander Qi, his subordinates will leave. The guard recognized the comer, he immediately took a step back, bowed, turned around and hurried away, very obedient.

This pale person is none other than Senior Brother Qi, who lives in the same bamboo building as Han Ming, but people didn't expect that he looked sick, but his light skills were amazing!

Han Ming practiced for a long time, until his body was sore, he turned around and wanted to rest for a while under the bamboo forest next to the clearing, but he didn't see the sparring guard, but instead saw Senior Brother Qi, who he hadn't seen for a few days, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

"Senior Brother Qi, why are you here, the guard who was standing there just now?"

Senior Brother Qi smiled slightly, and slowly stepped forward and smiled slightly: "That guard, I let him go, just now I see that you have practiced the Huayuan Sword Technique, and I will teach you in the future."

Han Ming was even more shocked when he heard this, he secretly slandered in his heart, he still wanted to teach others with his sick appearance, don't be gasping to death after practicing a few hands by yourself!

As if seeing Han Ming's suspicions, Senior Brother Qi slowly stepped forward, took the sword in Han Ming's hand, and began to dance.

Every time Senior Brother Qi takes out his sword, it is slowly, there is no kind of murderous edge, some are just gentle, it looks as if he is brushing willows, his movements are elegant like flowing water, and every sword change is extremely natural.

Only then did Han Ming remember that when the guard taught him the Transformation Yuan Sword Technique before, he felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, it turned out that he had seen Senior Brother Qi dance.

However, although the sword moves are the same, the charm of the two is very different, Senior Brother Qi's sword has an elegant feeling, and Senior Brother Qi also has some moves other than three hundred and sixty-four moves from time to time.

"However, Senior Brother Qi, I cultivated the Transformation Yuan Sword Technique just to step into the door of swordsmanship, and then I will change to the Invisible Sword. Han Ming said with some embarrassment.

"Invisible Sword, hehe, I'm going to say that I created it, do you believe it?" Senior Brother Qi's face showed a hint of strangeness.

Han Ming's mouth opened wide, he was really surprised, the sick Senior Brother Qi in front of him actually created a set of swordsmanship, isn't it a kendo grandmaster who can create his own swordsmanship.

At this time, how could Han Ming have the idea of refusal, if Senior Brother Qi really created the invisible sword technique, then he would definitely have the ability to teach a kid who only learned swordsmanship. Besides, when it comes to the understanding of the invisible sword in the future, when it comes to the understanding of the invisible sword, I am afraid that no one can compare to Senior Brother Qi, the founder!

"Senior Brother Qi shouldn't have deceived me!" Han Ming muttered to himself, he was still a little apprehensive in his heart.