At this moment, Zheng Qian felt what it meant to be a real change.

As if everything had collapsed, he dialed Mr. Zero again, but it was a mechanical female voice coming from the other end, "Your call has been turned off, please dial again later!"

There are also Zeng Yao, Huo Chang, Liu Shiyun, Long Qinghan, all of their phones have been turned off without exception.

"What the hell is going on, and why is this all the way it is?"

Zheng Qian sat in the taxi, his brows furrowed, but his mind was like turning over the river.

"Dude, it's here, it's time to get to the place, pay it, one hundred and two!" The taxi driver waved his hand in front of Zheng Gan, and Zheng Qian quickly came back to his senses, paid the money, and walked down with his feet up.

He frowned, chewing on his last words on the phone with Mr. Zero.

"When you can't reach me, remember to hibernate ...... Endure and hibernate!"

"Could it be that Mr. Zero means that I should go to the Cangxue Hall of the Heavenly Dao Sect first to hibernate and wait for the opportunity to move?" Zheng Qian's eyes lit up, and he immediately thought of the crux of the problem, now that Kunlun Mountain has changed greatly, the little chicken cubs are in danger, Zheng Qian has no time to pass, "Moreover, the Cangxue Hall and the Heavenly Dao Sect are inseparable, and the Heavenly Dao Sect is 'their' pawn, and if they are dormant under their noses, they will definitely be able to find out a lot of news!" Zheng Qian had a clear plan in his heart, so he no longer hesitated, and walked directly towards Tianyuan Villa.

It's not so much a summer resort as it is a resort, and the area is so vast that it rivals a small town.

And Tianyuan Villa is backed by the towering, smoky Snow Peak Mountain all year round, but not only is it not cold here, but it is like spring all year round, the temperature is suitable, and the environment is very good.

Zheng Gan wore sunglasses on his face and wandered around, to put it bluntly, it is a small town, and the reason why it is called Tianyuan Villa is that the tallest and most prosperous building in it is this Tianyuan Villa.

There are not only leisure and entertainment clubs in this villa, but also casinos and boxing stadiums, of course, the consumption is extremely high, and ordinary people can't get in.

Zheng Qian squinted his eyes and wandered around, and when he passed by a very quiet and beautiful artificial lake, he actually saw a big stone by the lake.

The stone is huge, like a wall, several meters high and four or five meters wide, with vertical and horizontal lines like wrinkles.

The moment he saw the stone, Zheng Gan's footsteps were stunned, and he stood in place all of a sudden, his eyes locked on the stone.

"This stone ......" Zheng Qian walked over with a strange face, and when he got closer, he found that at this moment, in front of the stone, there was an old man squatting, wearing reading glasses, studying seriously, and next to the old man stood a girl with a ponytail, looking at it seriously, and asking from time to time: "Grandpa, you come here every day to paint, what are you painting?"

The old man smiled, "You're still young, you don't understand!"

"Old man, what is the origin of this stone?" Zheng Qian, who stepped forward, asked curiously.

The girl glanced at Zheng Qian, opened her mouth and said, "Don't you see that this is a landscape stone? Since it is placed in the park, it must have been moved by workers!"

Zheng Qian ignored the girl's words, but stared at the old man.

When the old man heard the voice, he raised his eyelids, glanced at Zheng Gan, and immediately withdrew his gaze, continued to stare at the stone, and said in his mouth: "This stone, there is no origin, it was picked up!"

Seeing that Zheng Qian actually ignored herself, the ponytail girl stomped her feet angrily, and snorted coldly in her mouth, "Hey, you didn't listen to me!"

Zheng Qian really ignored it directly, and muttered in his mouth: "Picked it up?"

The old man nodded and said: "Yes, a few years ago, there was a lot of thunder on Xuefeng Mountain, like the end of the world, people here didn't dare to go out, this thunder and lightning, it lasted for three whole days before it stopped, but after it stopped, we found this big stone at the foot of the mountain, and it was later used as a landscape stone and was transported here!"

"Oh!"

Zheng Qian nodded slightly, but he was very surprised in his heart.

The lines on this stone are not random useless lines, but a formation pattern, which contains extremely rich thunder energy.

Moreover, he was able to come here aimlessly, perhaps it was the effect of this stone, because he found that the intensity of the aura in this space was much higher than that of the outside world, and he could already be regarded as a cultivator, and he subtly went to the place with a high degree of aura intensity, and naturally came here.

However, this stone fell from Xuefeng Mountain, and it contained formation patterns, so it was easy to explain, what kind of place was the Dao Sect that day?

As for the thunder power of those three days and three nights, it was obviously their masterpiece as well.

When Zheng Qian saw it, the old man was holding a drawing board in his hand, slowly copying the lines on the stone.

Zheng Gan was stunned, and at this moment, when the last line in the old man's hand was about to fall, Zheng Gan's face changed, and he hurriedly shouted: "Stop, stop!"

The ponytail girl next to her had long been very unhappy with Zheng Gan ignoring her, and when she heard Zheng Gan stop her grandfather from drawing, she was even more angry with her hands on her hips, "Hey, who are you? Trouble here? Believe it or not, I asked someone to arrest you!"

The old man was startled, but he didn't get up, he was still squatting, turning his head to look at Zheng Qian, his cloudy eyes were full of strange colors, "What's wrong?"

Zheng Qian continued to ignore the girl, he stared at the old man, because he realized that the old man was squatting in front of the stone, actually copying the formation patterns in the stone, judging from his slow pen and the waste paper on the ground, he did not really drill through the lines on the stone, but was in the stage of continuous trying and groping.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but this old man really copied the pattern of the formation completely.

If his last stroke is really completed just now, this formation will be activated, and the power of thunder will burst out directly, although the power is not great, but it is enough to send the old man and the girl next to him to see the black and white impermanence.

Zheng Qian didn't speak immediately, a question was pondering in his mind.

This old man is not an ordinary person, he can actually study the pattern of the formation, and he can copy it, if there is no one behind the scenes, it is absolutely impossible, even if it is really a coincidence, what is the matter with the technique?

After thinking about it, Zheng Qian didn't answer the old man directly, but asked, "Old man, how did you paint this painting, did someone teach you?"

Seeing Zheng Qian ignoring herself again, the girl muttered angrily, "Hey, you don't know who my grandfather is, ......do you?

The old man waved his hand, interrupting the girl's next words, then put down the pen in his hand and stared at Zheng Qian with interest, "Young man, why do you ask that?"

Zheng Qian smiled, he knew that the old man would not say it easily, so he simply said: "I won't tell you, I have also studied art for a few years, I think, before you finish the last stroke just now, you still need to draw a stroke here!"