Yan's foreign relatives, give Da Yan a little Xuanwu Gate shock

Only private disaster relief organizations will go to disaster-stricken areas to provide assistance.

Once the fields were damaged and the family could no longer survive, it was common for them to migrate with their entire family.

Yuan Congqian can hardly protect himself now, and can do nothing for these disaster victims. When he is no longer a prey to be slaughtered, he will have the time to care about these wilderness residents who are frequently victimized by natural disasters.

When Yuan Congqian returned to Yuan Mansion in Anlefang, he found that the mansion had been tidied up.

The corridor and other rooms on the second floor were replaced with new solid wood floors, only the study was not touched, and a few bloodstains were still on the desk. A letter was left saying that a housekeeping company was hired to clean the Yuan Mansion starting at 9 o'clock every day, so Yuan Congqian didn't have to worry.

There was also a box of apples next to it. The letter said that it was sent by Chen, who claimed to be Yuan Congqian’s classmate. There were no signs of smearing or injection.

"Is this the Queen's handwriting?" Yuan Congqian showed it to Qiu Fengshu.

"This is the Queen's Phoenix Seal with a special Origin Stone craft mark. The handwriting is not the Queen's. This handwriting is a dull and rigid official style. There are at least 5,000 people in the capital who can write. Mr. Yuan also needs to start with the official style."

"Is it true?"

Qiu Fengshu was murderous: "If anyone enters Yuan's house before nine o'clock, I will kill them."

But her eyes were looking at the food box on the table.

Yuan Congqian chuckled in his heart, knowing that it was just the girl's personality. At least she was better than those anthropomorphic officials.

He flipped his right hand and an apple appeared in his hand.

"Laoli taught me."

Qiu Fengshu took the apple but did not bite it immediately. Instead, she looked at Yuan Congqian with her clear eyes. She did not really want to eat it, but maybe she just wanted to find something to do. She said softly, "Mr. Yuan, I will not eat your food for free. I will teach you how to use a sword."

"Okay." Yuan Congqian smiled and agreed.

"My master said that the knife is like a fierce tiger and the sword is like a flying phoenix."

Seeing this, Qiu Fengshu immediately became excited. She put down the apple in her hand, stood up and walked to the side, and took out her long sword. She gently held the long sword in her hand, and the snow-colored light flowed on the sword, which seemed to be sharper.

"The sword is a weapon. Swordsmanship is nothing more than striking the sword at the most appropriate time."

Qiu Fengshu explained as he walked, "When Langjun fought against the man surnamed Chen, except that he couldn't read Langjun's sword and fell into disadvantage early, Langjun's timing of drawing the sword was perfect. Even if he could read it, he couldn't catch it. Therefore, Langjun is very suitable to use my moves."

Yuan Congqian didn't say anything.

His right hand was very competitive after using the Originium technique, and wanted to improve more than the owner of the hand. He wanted to improve too much. The soreness from the decomposition of lactose was like his hand was secretly practicing while he was sleeping, and it would swell for half a day every time.

Arriving in the courtyard, Qiu Fengshu raised his sword to the sky. It seemed gentle, and a crack with a faint sword light suddenly appeared on the stone slab. The sword tip drew a graceful arc in the air, just like the falling petals dancing in the air in the ancient poems.

He swung the sword again, and the sword light shot up into the sky, filled with a fierce and resolute aura. The sword shadows stirred and pierced in the air, and finally returned to Qiu Fengshu's hands.

The sword edge drew a sharp straight line in the air, as if to cut off all obstacles.

"This move is called Chengying."

She sheathed her sword, then walked back to Yuan Congqian, closed her eyes, and an expression of waiting for praise appeared on her face.

Yuan Congqian was sure that she did not use any Originium skills.

These special effects, which are similar to those in fantasy novels, are really the result of practicing swordsmanship!

"How did you do it?"

Yuan Congqian also drew out your sister's sword.

Unconsciously, his right hand had become warm, as if it was eager to try.

"Hmm?" Qiu Fengshu frowned slightly, pinched Yuan Congqian's wrist, and looked at the hilt of the sword, "My dear... have you practiced it before?"

Under the bright moonlight, the black mist-like source stone technique flowed, condensed, and changed color along the sword body. In the blink of an eye, it turned into the same clear and pure white as Qiu Fengshu's snow-colored sword light. Qiu Fengshu drew out his sword, and the colors of the two swords were exactly the same.

Qiu Fengshu looked at Yuan Congqian as if he had seen a ghost.

However, he himself was confused.

Yuan Congqian tentatively waved his sword towards the sky——

In an instant, petals fell from the sky like snow, and the feathered beasts perched on the branches fell from the sky.

Chapter 32: Fake Becomes Real

Yuan Congqian's sword light drew a plum blossom in the air that looked like a flower but was not a flower, and the sword shadow that turned into a petal was instantly retracted.

The feathered beast's fur flew everywhere, blood splattered everywhere, and there was not a single piece of intact meat to be found.

"It's not my Chengying. Has Langjun practiced it a long time ago?"

Qiu Fengshu was confused and felt that he was being tricked by Yuan Congqian.

She will be caught as a black carp in the next two days.

Obviously, the sword technique doesn't need to be taught by myself, so why should I use the knife like an ordinary person like Chen Zhijun? Qiu Fengshu thought about it, and could only think of Ling teasing him like a little girl that day, and he immediately didn't want to teach him.

Qiu Fengshu put away his sword:

"Since you have learned it, I will go to eat."

Even though it's a bit unpleasant, you still have to eat.

"No, Miss Qiu, come with me to the study on the second floor."

Yuan Congqian kept wondering what was going on.

He didn't think that this was Right Hand secretly practicing swordplay behind his back, and that the swordplay he was practicing with Qiu Bai was taught by the same master. Could it be that Right Hand also knew the same thing as Ji Mei, and worked hard quietly to learn a move called Chengying, which amazed everyone? That didn't make sense.

Yuan Congqian came to the second floor and used his Originium skills directly without using a staff.

The familiar black raindrops fell in Yuan Congqian's field of vision, passing through the high eaves and soaking Yuan Congqian's clothes. However, when he and Chen Zhijun were competing, the rain was drizzling, and he felt the cold water droplets sliding into his neck.

Yuan Congqian looked up and the black rain became less severe.

Much smaller.

Qiu Fengshu followed him and said, "What's wrong, my dear? Is there someone coming?"

She followed Yuan Congqian closely.

She looks like a spirited little girl who is ready to draw her sword and kill someone at any time.

Yuan Congqian had a guess in his mind and turned to look at the girl.

He pointed at the tightly closed study door and said in the tone of someone who was telling the truth after a lie was exposed:

"Perhaps you don't believe it, but the Yuan Mansion actually has a collection of "Wenxue Sword Technique". I have practiced it. It is the third book from the left on the second row of bookshelves in the study."

"Asking about the Snow Sword Technique? Sir, the sword techniques in martial arts novels are deceptive."

Qiu Fengshu shook his head and advised, "All weapons are the result of virgin training. There is no shortcut. My dear, you have such a high level of skill, which shows your skills. Don't lie to me. Every generation of masters innovates. How can it be said that the moves of a hundred years ago are stronger?"

What era is this? Are you still using traditional swordsmanship?

Qiu Fengshu's words fell.

The black rain disappeared from sight, and there was no more rain.

However, Yuan Congqian still keeps his Originium skills activated.

An extremely tired feeling surged through his limbs. Yuan Congqian staggered and almost fell, but Qiu Fengshu quickly supported him:

"My dear! Are you tired?"

"You keep an eye on it."

Yuan Congqian pushed open the tightly closed door of the study, walked into the study step by step, and walked to the bookcase.

Although Qiu Fengshu didn't know what Yuan Congqian wanted to do, he followed him dutifully and stepped lightly into the bookish study.

Yuan Congqian has been looking through his collection of books for a month.

He had a general idea of ​​every book on the bookshelf, after all, he had nothing else to do.

Not to mention being able to fully recite the title of every book in every corner, when all the books are classified and placed in place, he can remember the approximate location of each book and the approximate order of the books in each row of bookcases.

The second row of bookshelves was where Yuan Tianshi displayed Western economics, and it was also Yuan Congqian's focus of study. He knew the order of the books in the second row best. The study had not been touched by anyone, and he did not have the habit of putting the books he had taken out back in at random. So, would the order of the books change?

Yuan Congqian stretched out his hand.

The second book from the left in the second row of bookshelves is a Victorian book, "An Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of the Wealth of Nations". After pulling out this heavy book, Yuan Congqian looked at the third book, and his hand suddenly froze in the air.

It was an ancient book with a black cover.

There are four red seal characters on the cover of the ancient book, clearly written:

Ask about the Snow Sword Technique.

Yuan Congqian was originally very excited, but after seeing the "Asking the Snow Sword Technique" that shouldn't have appeared, he became horrified.

This book really appeared in his study.

There is no impression at all, it is absolutely impossible that he put it there himself.

"This is..." Qiu Fengshu was surprised and confused when he saw the ancient book in Yuan Congqian's hand: "Is this the product marketing promotion in the form of a trick that Langjun and Li Qing mentioned during their discussion? Is it an advertisement for a martial arts novel that has appeared in literary swordsmanship?"

"Maybe, it really is the Wenxue Sword Technique."

Yuan Congqian spread the ancient book on the desk and slowly opened it.

The content of "Wenxue Swordsmanship" was like ink soaked in water, with pieces of gray in different shapes, and the content could not be seen. Only the middle few pages were painted in the style of the silk painting books of Yan Country hundreds of years ago, depicting the decomposition of Qiu Fengshu's movements using Chengying.

Turning another page, there were only two seal-style characters written on it: "Ask the Snow", and nothing else.

……

Yuan Congqian sat alone in the study.

All the details of using the "Chengying" move had been memorized unconsciously. He could use Chengying's sword and knife in full, but he couldn't tell exactly how to use it, just like a person who has not been specially trained cannot clearly draw the face of a familiar person.

"The mechanism of Black Rain..."

Yuan Congqian randomly flipped to a blank page in the ancient book on the Snow Sword Technique, wrote down the title with a pen, and then slowly wrote:

“…make it real.”

The mechanism of Black Rain is to make the fake become real.

If it was a collapsed space, or the demon itself, it might be possible to do it without consumption. However, Yuan Congqian needed to consume the precipitation of the "Black Rain" to learn a technique that he didn't know, and he must be able to learn that technique in other ways.

Such as the sword skills taught by the coach and the Chengying used by Qiu Fengshu.

These are all things Yuan Congqian could learn.

The swordsmanship did not show any consumption of the Black Rain. It might be that the basic skills of the swordsmanship were not very valuable and it just consumed the remaining stock.

When the Ministry of Industry explained the types of Originium skills to the coach, he showed the coach and Yuan Congqian his own Originium skills, a spell that can manipulate objects to form building materials for houses. Yuan Congqian used the Originium skill collapse paradigm, but now he can't.

It can be seen that black rain is just an acceleration of the learning process, and those who cannot learn will not learn.

As for making external things become real, the cost is even greater.

The curtains of the study were always drawn, and the condition might be that it had to be in a dark environment, and the content had to make others believe it or only believe part of it, in order for it to become true. The conditions were so harsh that only a small book with a few pages of content was produced.

It is also very costly to make a fake into reality.

Just by creating a book called "Questioning Snow Swordsmanship" without any other content, Yuan Congqian's remaining 10 mm of precipitation was completely consumed by the black rain, and the field of vision was drier than a sunny day. Turning a book into another small book squeezed him dry.

Not a drop left.

Chapter 33: Brother, let's take a shower together

In the days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Yuan Congqian's life became dull.

In the morning, I went to Taixue Mountain to practice sword skills with the instructor, and in the afternoon, I learned calligraphy with Qiu Fengshu.

Yuan Congqian hired a cook from Yunque Pavilion who was good at cooking to deliver meals every day, and two temporary workers to clean the courtyard. Apart from them, there was no one else in the huge Yuan Mansion. If I must say, occasionally Yan Junyan would bring a few beautiful girls to the Yuan Mansion to play and bring some new things to Yuan Congqian.

He said he had sent someone to contact the Wrights, but there were several countries between Yan Country and Columbia, and there was also the scorched earth of Kazdel in between. If he wanted to use the signal base station to quickly contact someone, he could only wait until they arrived in Khabarovka and then transfer the communication.

September is the rainy season, and the rain has stopped in Yuan Mansion.

Crows are crying in the withered willows, and wild geese are driven away by the startled wind, creating a moving autumn sound.

Yuan Congqian pushed open the door and looked at the courtyard that Yuan had carefully taken care of for several years. It was a place with beautiful trees and branches leaning against each other, the warm sun was bright, and the sunset glowed brightly. Yawning, Yuan Congqian took out four or five food boxes from the stove placed at the door and walked back, accidentally getting his sleeves wet with dew.

Qiu Fengshu stood by the door holding his clothes, picked two dishes from the food box, and asked:

"Is there a place to bathe?"

She said this quite nonchalantly.

Yuan Congqian had little interest in girls whose bodies had not yet fully developed. He thought for a moment and said, "There is a landscape of mountains, water, lotus and willows at the back of the courtyard. From there you will find the bathhouse, which has all the bathing utensils and towels. It has been unattended for several days. You can get some coal to start a fire and boil some water."

Relying on his good health, he simply rinsed it with cold water.