Chapter 10: No Initiative, No Rejection

Many villagers heard Wang Xiaoya's exclamation, but no one was willing to stand up and meddle in other people's business.

Bang!
The huge force hit him and the figure flew backwards.

Old man Wang touched his chest in fear.

"Sanpaozi, I know you are bad."

"But since you've done me a disservice, don't blame me for not giving Zhao Gongli face!"

Ma Fushan walked through the door with a frosty face and went into the yard.

The iron gall that he never leaves his hand is now missing one.

At this time, Feng Xuan had already abandoned Fan Jiang and Zhang Da.

Following closely behind the gray-haired mouse, he headed towards the back mountain in the western suburbs.

"Who dares to trespass into my Baishan Cave?"

Feng Xuan did not hide it and walked into the cave with a swagger. He saw the huge stone chair in the middle of the cave.

But on the stone chair, there was only a gray-haired mouse as big as a cat.

Looking down at the hundreds of common gray rats under the stone chair.

When he saw Feng Xuan, Rat King Baishan snorted coldly: "Hmph!"

"Since the two-legged sheep is ready, just wait down below!"

Bai Shan loudly ordered: "Men, prepare the sedan chair!"

"Your king is going to marry your queen!"

Feng Xuan, who wanted to take action directly, stopped what he was doing after hearing Bai Shan's words.

They followed Baishan's wedding procession respectfully and arrived at another cave.

In addition to a snow-white rat demon, there are also two old rat demons with beards dragging on the ground.

"Bai Shan, Old Master Bai has said that we have no choice but to marry Jin'er to you."

"But what about your betrothal gift?"

The old white mouse pointed at Feng Xuan and said, "Why is there only one two-legged sheep, and it's a male?"

"Don't you know?"

"Children are the most delicious, followed by women, and then men in their prime."

It took a deep breath and pounded the ground heavily with the crutch in its hand, like an elder among the human race.

"Jin'er is the most talented and beautiful girl in our lineage."

"There is a chance to go to Qingqiu and marry into the Fox Clan!"

"I don't know what tricks you used to please the old man."

Seeing that Baishan was still kneeling in front of him in fear and trepidation, the old white rat stamped his feet.

"Idiot! What are you still kneeling for?"

"Hurry up and present your betrothal gifts!"

Bai Shan walked up to Feng Xuan with an arrogant look on his face: "Why don't you lead the way quickly!"

Feng Xuan's eyes were filled with clear stupidity.

He was trembling all over.

"The king has given an order, and I dare not disobey."

"It's just that I broke some of the rules. I hope Your Majesty can give me a few days' grace."

Baishan's eyes were bloodshot and he stood up straight.

The front limbs extended out sharp claws, and they were just about to pierce Feng Xuan's left eye.

"rule?"

"I am the rule!"

"Do you still have any questions?"

Feng Xuan didn't dare to say anything more. Driven by fear, his body swayed and he almost bumped into Bai Shan's sharp claws.

Pfft!

The next moment, a dagger pierced Bai Shan's heart.

The tip of the sword passed through his body, and there were still traces of red dripping from it.

In the end, Baishan only heard soft murmurs.

"It turns out that the blood of the Hundred Demon King is also red."

"I thought you had a black heart!"

The strong wind blows up the dust, and the sword edge surges.

The hundreds of rat demons in the two caves rushed towards Feng Xuan like a raging storm.

The Tai Chi sword technique is continuous and unstoppable, and the defense is unparalleled. Feng Xuan is like a reef in the sea, standing firm and unshakable.

The corpses of rat demons were piled up layer upon layer under his feet.

"You thief! Give me your life!"

The old white rat waved the crutch in his hand and pointed directly at Feng Xuan's wrist.

Every inch is stronger.

Although the old white rat is short in stature, the crutch in its hand is much longer than the dagger in Feng Xuan's hand.

Feng Xuan turned his wrist, and while the sword guard blocked the crutch, his arm rotated in a circle.

If the old white rat did not drop the crutch in his hand, both the crutch and the rat would be blown away by Feng Xuan's huge force.

Although the old white mouse is old, he is very anxious.

It roared loudly and circulated its spiritual power.

The crutch spun in the air like a windmill and hit Feng Xuan's head.

Tai Chi Cloud Hands, using softness to overcome hardness.

The violent crutch had long lost its danger under Feng Xuan's sword, and instead crashed into the rat group, reducing Feng Xuan's burden.

Tai Chi is mysterious and ever-changing.

In a few flashes, the dagger was already at the old white rat's throat.

"Please spare my life, Immortal!"

The old white mouse was so heartbroken that he begged for mercy without any courage.

"My Lord, my grandfather and Dean Beigong of the Taoist Academy are close friends."

"The two of them often discussed Taoism together."

"I was fortunate enough to attend a lecture once and benefited greatly from it."

"Please, Immortal, for the sake of my grandfather, forgive me this time."

puff!
Before the old white rat could continue begging for mercy, the dagger had already pierced its throat, ending its life.

The other old female white rat on the throne was trembling.

Feng Xuan actually felt tears streaming down his face.

"My Lord, I never hurt anyone on my own initiative. Please spare my life!"

Feng Xuan smiled coldly: "If you don't take the initiative and don't refuse, you can be irresponsible, is that right?"

The female old white mouse nodded frantically.

Unfortunately, no monster was left alive under Feng Xuan's sword.

The female old white rat looked resentful: "Jin'er will avenge us, hahahaha!"

The sword flashed and the rat's head flew high.

After half an hour, Feng Xuan had cleared out the two rat holes.

Looking at the panel again, it can be said to be an unprecedented harvest.

[Kill the rat demon with wisdom, but without opening the meridians, obtain the spiritual charm, five]
[Killed the rat demon with wisdom, but did not open the meridians, and obtained the spiritual charm, thirteen]
……

Among the hundreds of rat monsters, most of them were like the squeaking gray rat in Fan Jiang's hand.

The spiritual intelligence was opened, but the meridians were not opened.

Although the spiritual energy obtained from killing each one is not much, the amount is astonishing.

Adding up, it is a total of 1,700 spiritual rhymes.

[Kill the open-pulse rat demon and obtain spiritual charm, three hundred and two]
[Kill the open-pulse rat demon and obtain spiritual charm, 750]
Feng Xuan looked at the order of the two prompts.

"Baishan is much younger than the old white rat, so why does the old white rat provide more spiritual energy?"

"Could it be that this spiritual charm has nothing to do with the lifespan of monsters?"

Suppress the thoughts in your mind.

Feng Xuan possesses a "huge sum" of nearly three thousand spiritual rhymes.

There is no rush to splurge.

Instead, he skewered two rat demons with open veins and roasted them.

He was still playing with a few special crystals he had obtained from deep in the cave.

After spiritual exploration, I discovered that it contained pure spiritual power."

"Could this be the legendary spirit stone?"

After eating and drinking, Feng Xuan came to an open area on the top of the mountain, holding a crystal in each hand.

[In the first year, you had wild ideas and used the principles of Tai Chi Yin and Yang]
[Combining "Qingluan Riding the Wind Technique" and "Yinqi Technique", I intend to create the "Tai Chi Heart Flow" Meridian Opening Chapter]
[You find that Dao rhyme is hard to find, especially the Taiyin and Taiyang...]
[In the second year, with the help of "Blue Luan Riding the Wind Technique", you realized the existence of wind.]
[In the third year, you vaguely seem to have glimpsed a corner of the Dao, and you are already halfway to opening the Dao.]
[In the fourth year, opening your meridians is a matter of a thought, but you don't want to use the Qingluan Divine Wind to open your meridians]
……

In the ninth year, time flies by. You discover that the sun and moon hanging high in the sky are the purest yin and yang of the Dao.
[In the fifteenth year, after countless attempts and failures, you finally comprehended the Purple Qi of the Rising Sun]
[In the twentieth year, you comprehend the clear radiance of the setting moon, and the harmony of yin and yang seems to be right before your eyes, but you are still unable to reconcile yin and yang.]
In the twenty-fourth year, you thought of the Xiantian Tai Chi diagram, connecting Yin and Yang, becoming the cardinal, and were Thunder.
[But the one who protects the yin and yang and prevents them from dissipating is Fengyun. You ponder, falling into a deeper enlightenment.]
In the twenty-seventh year, you, with the power of the wind, harmonize the yin and yang, bringing water and fire into harmony, and the dragon and the tiger into union.
[Finally, he realized his true nature and opened up his own unique path, Xihui Yunluan]
[Remaining Spiritual Rhythms: 74]
(End of this chapter)

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