Looking at Jian Yuntian with a serious face, the martial arts realm seemed to be in the middle stage of the Lingfu realm without any sign of an upward breakthrough. Jian Fengyun suddenly had a thought.

"By the way, uncle, do you have any paper and pen? Old man Bai once taught me a martial art in his dream. I don't understand it very much. I want to write it out for uncle to see!"

"Oh? Yes!" Jian Yuntian browed and gently wiped his fingers on the storage bag around his waist.

Three things, inkstone, ink pen, and white paper, appeared on the stone table.

Jian Fengyun picked up the pen, dipped it gently ink, and wrote it on white paper.

"Hold the sword in your hand, obsessed with the heart, holding the sword without the sword, obsessed with the wind, the sword moves and the clouds move..."

Seeing Jian Fengyun's pen writing lighter and lighter, Jian Yuntian's frown was getting more and more frowning.

"There is such a mysterious martial art in the world, which is wonderful and wonderful!" Thinking about the martial arts on the white paper, Jian Yuntian couldn't help but sigh.

"Uncle, can you see this technique thoroughly?" Jian Fengyun asked in confusion when he heard it.

The martial arts on white paper are the "Fengyun Sword Sutra" that he achieved the Emperor's Dao Fruit in his previous life. Ordinary warriors cannot understand without his explanation. He is very curious about how his uncle understood it.

"If ordinary warriors really don't understand the mystery of this technique, but your father and I were the genius warriors who went to Tianyang Royal City to pilgrimage to the Tianyang Royal City back then. It should be only a matter of time before that, it should be a matter of time to understand the technique." Jian Yuntian looked up proudly and said.

It seemed like I remembered what happened back then, Jian Yuntian's serious face also showed a rare smile.

"Then I will give this technique to my uncle. I wish my uncle to understand it as soon as possible!" Jian Fengyun smiled faintly and handed Jian Yuntian the white paper that recorded the hundreds of words of exercises.

"Haha, I have only seen through the mystery of this technique now. When my uncle understands it thoroughly, he may break through to the True Spirit Realm!" Jian Yuntian shook his head and smiled faintly.

"Oh!" Jian Fengyun nodded, but was extremely surprised.

The "Fengyun Sword Sutra" is divided into four volumes, with a total of 1,06 characters, which is extremely mysterious. Just now, Jian Fengyun wrote only the first volume, and he can only practice to the perfect realm of the true spirit. After practicing, he will need subsequent practice.

He didn't expect that his uncle could see through it. This technique could only be practiced to the True Spirit Realm. This talent was placed in some of the holy sects in his previous life, and he was also a top core disciple.

"Fengyun, this technique is too mysterious. I want to go into seclusion immediately. You can take a look around yourself!"

As he looked, Jian Yuntian's face changed, he quickly stood up and walked into the room.

His eyes were fixed on the white paper in his hand, as if at this moment, his world was just like that white paper.

When Jian Fengyun saw this scene, he smiled slightly.

He knew that when Jian Yuntian entered, he should be a warrior in the late stage of the Lingfu realm.

When she returned to the courtyard where she lived, Xueer had already swept away the snow in the courtyard. There were rich food under the green willows and on the stone table.

"Young Master, you are back!" Xueer walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup and happened to see Jian Fengyun standing at the door.

At this moment, Xue'er seemed to be Ling'er from her previous life, and she was meticulous in her life.

Jian Fengyun responded lightly and said, "Well, Xueer, sit down and eat together!"

"But young master, I..." Xueer hesitated when she heard Jian Fengyun's words.

"Xue'er, the young master asked you to sit down and eat together, just eat together, don't pay attention to the family's red tape." Jian Fengyun frowned.

"Okay, young master!" Xue'er seemed angry when she saw Jian Fengyun, and couldn't help but agree.

Then he sat down and had dinner with Jian Fengyun. Although he sat down, his movements were still very restrained.

"Xue'er, in the future, you have to accompany the young master to travel all over the mountains and rivers of the world. How can you be so restrained just because you are having dinner with the young master? Remember, you are nobler than anyone else!" Jian Fengyun said softly.

"Yes, young master!" For some reason, Xueer responded in a low voice, but her eyes turned red.

No one has ever cared for him as much as Jian Fengyun.

Seeing Xue'er's appearance, Jian Fengyun could only sigh in his heart. Dongfang Ling'er, the taboo that followed him back then, turned out to be like this today. Everything is for himself!

Everything has to be taken slowly. Sooner or later, he will step back to the peak of the Ten Thousand Realms, impose this hatred a hundred times on the family of the Ten Directions Emperors, and destroy the four who are surviving.

He said in his heart that Jian Fengyun stood up and walked towards his room.

"Xue'er, go take a shower after you finish eating, and then wait for me to come out!"

Under Jian Xueer's confusing gaze, Jian Fengyun brought the door to the door.
Chapter completed!