"… Very interesting moves... Unfortunately, I don't have the right internal strength to exert force when it is coherent, so I'm simply the second-rate entry."

The warm orange lights and the sound of the pages rustling, Bai Ning leaned in front of the book case and flipped the pages with one hand and looked at the annotations of the moves on it, while recording the useful things to him with the other hand.

He did these things not on a whim, and the existence of the system has been pressing in his heart. After a while, he put the brush on the inkstone, Bai Ning rubbed his eyebrows, "…. The system has only exposed the purpose of building the Tower of Heaven. Is it that simple... Two fights, the first time is very weak, but it is a little more powerful than ordinary masters. If I don't do my best to win him in the second fight, why do I feel that the potential of the system should be more than this..."

His fingers unconsciously tapped the tabletop. This was a subtle habit he had always kept and it was difficult to change. Next to the paper was the mask, and Bai Ning murmured at it for a while.

"…Growing up? If you say that you have a life for the first time, just like the first time I put on a mask, you will be very uncomfortable. After wearing it for a long time, you will naturally think it is something on your face, such as...glasses."

He stopped with the last knock on his finger. He realized that the system was not the strongest in the second fight with him. Perhaps he was still in the stage of adapting to his body. What would it look like when the construction of the Tower of Heaven is completed?

What's more, the tower must be related to the light that night. Another new question appeared again, what did the light column do? After he left Bianliang, he went to Shi Bao to think about the problem of the system and the light column, and thus thought about whether the system would have a backup plan.

"What do you want to do..."

“…..it shouldn’t be the time…”

Bai Ning shook his head and read the book "Ghost Prison Sword Technique". He originally read it just to understand the dullness, but now he can't let it go. While writing, he occasionally uses a brush as a weapon to follow the annotated moves in the book, and even repeats the movements of a wrist several times, not even stopping several times to feel the strength of the wrist operation.

If something is wrong, stop, repeat and look at the subsequent movements, and continue, it seems like a scholarly attitude to analyze a second-rate martial arts. After practicing the seven moves in the book, it is already two hours later.

Seven steps of analysis of "Ghost Prison Sword Technique":

One step said: Draw a sword, catch the enemy without any preparation, slow speed, distract yourself, and defeat the enemy with one sword.

The second step says: Broken limbs will hurt the most serious part of the enemy, such as limbs.

…

"Each style is closer to killing enemies than those who pay attention to cumbersome martial arts. Those who write this secret book should have learned martial arts from the battlefield. They are all killing skills, simple and effective. What a pity..." Bai Ning closed the book and looked at the handwriting on the paper.

"It's a pity... if you cooperate with a very fast, domineering internal strength or power-making method... the moves above should be able to be realized..."

He threw down the manuscript and when he got up, the candlelight shook swaying on the wall as the black shadow swayed. The figure who was about to leave stopped and stood there, with the corner of his mouth slowly curled up, and his smile became more and more obvious.

He reached out and grabbed the wall in the air. The ancient iron sword hanging above sucked into Bai Ning's hand. The door opened and dragged a white robe to the courtyard in the middle of the courtyard.

He has the speed and force method of the Thunder Evil Sword Technique, the extreme Yin Wuxiang Divine Art or the domineering or the Yin Mian internal force. So in this way, he only needs to integrate this sinister and vicious sword technique and use the force and internal power to activate it, so that he can realize the moves he analyzed and wrote?

Bai Ning has no master, nor does he know how to ask people. He knows that the quick way to truly rely on himself without the help of the system is obviously not possible overnight.

Fortunately, this is not an original martial art, but a pieced together, and the difficulty should be lower.

Standing in the yard, Bai Ning had such an idea, so he naturally didn't want to be distracted. He just stood there quietly with his eyes closed, and the evening breeze was still blowing through his long hair.

The branches and weeping willows sway in the light of the lanterns under the eaves, and the light and darkness sway in conjunction.

His hand suddenly held on the hilt of the sword, and he could not see his movements clearly. He could only hear a buzzing metallic moan in the air. In an instant, the figure was already standing on the other side.

The willow branches fell down and fell to the ground. The iron sword in Bai Ning's hand stayed in his hand as if it had never been sheathed. He just frowned and stood there, as if he felt the feeling of being lagging in the so-called "sword drawing" move just now.

He did this again and made some modifications to his strength or posture. After the iron sword was quickly retracted from the sheath, the feeling of incongruity was much better. He changed his appearance and continued to try the moves. After repeated over and over, he finally finalized the first move, which is the starting wrist movement.

Compared with the figures on the trees before, he could no longer recognize them. Bai Ning continued the second move, start over, modify, start over, and modify again. At the late night, the iron sword was still in the air. The light of the lantern shone from the eaves. His figure moved quickly, rushed to the body, drew his sword, and left like a flash. Several sparks just jumped out of a stone. The moment he took the action, the wind was blowing.

After this move, Bai Ning sat down again to deduce the subsequent Ghost Prison Knife moves, and made changes in one move. At the end, it was already late at night.

In the village, you can occasionally hear the children's crying at night, causing the vague barking of dogs. Bai Ning took his breath and put the iron sword back into the sheath, and did not rush to leave. He stared at the dark pool and sat quietly for a while.

"...No matter how you change it, you cannot use it smoothly. If you disassemble the above moves alone, it will be easy to use. It is really not a good thing that this martial art does not have a solid basic skill."

Bai Ning wanted to reshape a martial arts skills, but it was not possible to do it in one day or two or even half a month. In the next few days, Tang Long and the others had not yet come here, so they continued to specialize in martial arts. There was no concept available for those things in their previous lives. They could only find Shi Bao to "borrow" some basic knowledge to fill themselves.

On the one hand, he did not have time to learn basic martial arts for various reasons, and even borrowed the shortcuts from the system to directly skip the stage of slapping the body. On the other hand, he was a modern person, and he would occasionally fantasize about the characters in martial arts. What he really wanted to do was still not very interested. If it weren't for self-protection, he would really not have the heart to learn.

………….

The stars were shining with night, and the Milky Way was like a belt hanging horizontally. After Bai Ning gradually used the complete Ghost Prison Sword Technique, he was about to summarize this martial arts again on this night. Later, he found that some moves were completely unnecessary.

"...A broken limb...A broken bone can be fused together, it's repeated..."

In front of the desk, the candle was swaying with Bai Ning's arms writing. Soon after, a slight footstep sounded outside the house. With the cold starlight outside, the woman's silhouette was reflected in the paper window.

The door knocked twice and pushed it open.

But it was Shi Bao's wife Feng Yi who walked in. She looked at the figure over there and stood there silent for a long time, and waited until Bai Ning raised her gaze.

With a thud.

The woman suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
Chapter completed!