Wan Qingqing looked back at him and sighed.

"Okay, okay, I know you will definitely go to the ashram to practice again."

She couldn't figure out why Wei He still spent so much time practicing martial arts every day after he finished practicing his major exercises.

Although a person's strength is indeed important, one cannot give up everything else for strength.

Otherwise, why would they practice martial arts?

"Go and be safe." Wei He didn't explain much.

Although Jinzhou seems to be peaceful now, the Great Yuan Dynasty is in turmoil. With the army of Wu approaching the border, something will happen sooner or later.

Although he is strong, he is not without opponents.

A Taizhou Wushi sect forced him to leave his hometown and flee.

And in a war, even a behemoth like the Wushi Sect would probably face danger in the face of war.

So he is far from being able to rest in peace and enjoy life in peace.

Wan Qingqing quickly dressed up and left in the car.

Wei He stayed alone and rested for a while before getting up and walking towards the backyard.

At noon, autumn leaves are flying and falling, some withered yellow and some dark red.

As Wei He walked through the corridor, the wind blew the fallen leaves on the trees in the backyard, and a leaf fluttered gently to his feet.

He paused, looked at the leaves, and then at the side courtyard.

Hee hee hee....

Suddenly, a burst of little girl's laughter sounded close to Wei He's back.

Immediately afterwards, his left hand felt a cold wind flowing through the gaps between his fingers.

Wei He raised his left hand and saw that the skin on the back of his hand was gradually covered with a layer of white frost.

The white frost is like the cold frost flowers that appear after being frozen for a long time.

And this just happened in an instant.

Wei He's expression remained unchanged and he stepped forward to leave.

Since becoming super-sensitive in his left hand, he has occasionally encountered this situation.

"Is this the first of the nine ghost winds?"

Wei He walked slowly into the retreat room, lit the incense, closed the door, and sat in meditation.

As the super-sense in his left hand is gradually strengthened, he is gradually approaching the super-sensory intensity that can satisfy the sense of concentration.

What follows is the various dangers and troubles that accompany the real world.

If you can't sense some things, then he won't be in danger.

And when you sense and notice it, the danger will be greatly enhanced.

Even if they don't mean to harm people, human perception has its limits.

Just like looking at the sun at noon, your eyes will be damaged over time, leading to complete blindness.

But no one would ever watch the sun burn with their ears, because the ears cannot receive the light.

So is reality.

While Wei He was practicing hard on Jing Hong Jue, he was also integrating all the collected information and trying to depict the real world in his own way.

Even though he can only feel it in one left hand.

But it does not prevent him from collecting information.

After sitting quietly for a while, Wei He took a deep breath and felt that the coldness in his left hand gradually recovered.

Only then did I make a mental summary.

"The first of the nine real ghost winds, Yingxiao. The time was about three seconds. The protective power was ineffective, and the skin and muscles of my left hand were moderately frostbitten. The recovery time is to be determined."

"When you have a firm feeling, you will inevitably come into contact with real danger, which is the first kind of ghost wind, Yingxiao.

Ying Xiaofeng: Characterized by extreme cold, ignores the power of protection, and appears irregularly. It is suspected to be a living creature. The rest is to be determined."

Wei He thought of this, picked up the paper and pen he had prepared, lowered his head and started writing.

The recording text he used was Chinese characters, so naturally no one except him could understand it.
Chapter completed!