Shao Heng sat cross-legged on a futon in the middle of the meditation room, and a little afterglow was sprinkled at the entrance of the cave a hundred meters above his head, and the vitality of heaven and earth continued to drill into the eight veins of the Qi Jing from the thousands of pores on his body, and then refined into the true qi of the dantian with essence blood through the refining of the heart method. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He had been practicing in this ashram for more than half a month, during which time Taihao Zhenren had only stopped outside the door once, and had not seen him other than that. Shao Heng had already cultivated eight true qi in his dantian at this time, and the ninth true qi had already taken shape faintly.

There were three clouds floating above Shao Heng's head, like clouds surging and flowing like water, and the three clouds suddenly closed, and they all drilled back into the mud pill palace. As soon as Shao Heng's exercises were collected, he opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of true qi, seeing that this breath of true qi was as crystal clear as water, smart and light, and the changes in qi were extremely mysterious, he knew that this ninth breath of true qi had been completed.

However, for more than half a month, he devoted himself to practicing this "Xuanyuan Cun Wei Song", and with such achievements, not only Shao Heng's talent is extraordinary, but also that he has gained from devoting himself to cultivation day and night.

Although the way of cultivation is talented, the word diligence is indispensable, and the principle of eternity is also.

Shao Heng withdrew this true qi and returned to the dantian, and the nine true qi in it were like ninety-nine returning to one, swimming in the dantian and turning into one place, as if there was spirituality, free and leisurely.

Shao Hengben was happy to see the "Vientiane Phantom Star Decision", after all, he had long been yearning for the subtle sword technique of Cunwei Mountain, but in addition to the beginning of his forbearance to practice "Xuanyuan Cunwei Song", he was also unconsciously immersed in the subtlety of the Dao and the strange feeling brought by cultivation.

But in the end, after cultivating for more than ten days in one breath, the body is not tired at the moment, but the mind is a little tired, and there is no one else in the quiet room at this time, Shao Heng smiled at the corner of his mouth, stretched lazily, and simply lay on the cold bluestone brick in the shape of a "big", looking up at the small sky, and then pillowed the back of his head with his right hand, looking at the top of his head with a little red like smoke.

"I don't know what happened to the other senior brothers now?I think Senior Brother Zhou must have been in the Qi cultivation period, but they must not have expected me to catch up so quickly...... The master asked me to practice in this purple cave for a month, did he also want outsiders to not be able to discover my cultivation for the time being? But why didn't the old man ask me how I broke through the level? Oops! After so many days, I don't know if Miss Xiao went to Shouyi Hall to look for me? If she didn't find me, would she be angry again as when she was a child, and then I would have to make amends to her. Shao Heng thought of Xiao Yu's heart jumping, and couldn't help but sigh: "What's wrong with me?"

Shao Heng has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, likes to have fun, and is a little dull in the matter of men and women, but Xiao Yu is a rare bright color in the painful disaster in his capital, and Shen Yuanxi is also a teacher and friend to him, Xiao Yu is also of great significance to Shao Heng. On that day, the canyon reunited, the beauty under the moon was already reverie, and it was integrated with the scene in the dream, Shao Heng had been planted since that day, and he didn't know it for a while.

Shao Heng thought of something else: "I don't know if Senior Brother Shangguan is doing well, next time I want to go to Zixia Peak to see him, will Senior Uncle Taiyue be very strict?"

Shangguan Chengtai, who had a blue nose and swollen face on Zixia Peak, would probably cry bitterly if he knew that Brother Shao was so concerned about him. Where is Taiyue Shizu stern? It's just brutal, okay? Holding a thick stick and beating herself, it's like a village woman going crazy, and if you're not careful, you'll be hit a few times, which hurts more than the puppet in the accent tower.

Qing Meng Zhenren looked a little weak on the side, and was quite surprised by Shangguan Chengtai's ability to bear: "Although the master is heavy, he controls the strength, and every time he hits this kid's qi machine is not smooth, he wants to temper Chengtai's internal vitality with external forces, and even wants to further stimulate his potential, but he can bear it to such a point every day, but I didn't expect it." ”

"Qing Meng, what's the daze, take him to run around Zixia Peak three more times, I can't finish the run, I don't have dinner today!" Taiyue Zhenren shouted angrily with his beard.

Qing Meng Zhenren was excited, came back to his senses, and looked at his disciple with a sympathetic look: Zixia Peak is one of the main peaks of Cunwei, with a radius of more than 100 miles, and in the dusk of the scorching summer, he has to run three laps, and Shangguan Chengtai has not yet been able to completely clear the valley, and his physical strength is very great every day, and not being allowed to eat dinner is simply torture for this kid.

However, sympathy is sympathy, and Qing Meng Zhenren can only take him to run around the mountain.

Of course, Shao Heng didn't know about Shangguan Chengtai's dire life, he had not slept for several days, and when he relaxed this time, he fell asleep unconsciously.

Strange to say, since he met Xiao Yu that day, Shao Heng has never dreamed of the beautiful mountains and forests and the beautiful shadows on the lakeside.

When he woke up, there was already a starry sky above him.

Tonight is cloudless, the moon has not yet shown its face, the stars are shining like pearls, and the mountain breeze comes with a little sweet fragrance, which is refreshing. Shao Heng involuntarily stretched out his left hand upward, as if he wanted to pick up the starlight when he was a child.

Starlight is formless, how can you catch it, Shao Heng laughed at himself, and was about to put down his hand, but suddenly stagnated, the five fingers of his left hand were spread out and held in the air, just covering the hole above his head, and the five fingers were like five sharp swords, dividing the starry sky into six sections, and that little starlight was slowly moving in some kind of mysterious trajectory.

Shao Heng didn't look at it for a while, then he felt that his mind was a little swollen, he immediately sat up, rubbed his temples in some surprise, and looked up at the place above his head that reached the sky, and after a while, he was a little distracted, and muttered: "Circle?"

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed through his mind: "Yes, Master Ancestor also passed on my sword technique before, which is called "Vientiane Phantom Star Technique"!"

Shao Heng patted his head, he was so intoxicated with cultivation that he forgot this trick for a while, and immediately sat cross-legged, holding Yuan in both hands, and his mind sank into the mud pill palace.

The man stepped on the starlight, the pace seemed to be slow but extremely fast, the long sword in his hand pointed at the stars, and the stars of Zhou Tian faintly connected with each other, each sword handed out to meet the starlight above his head, the sword light was like snow, and the streamer was beautiful but beautiful.

Shao Heng's breathing seemed to stop, as if he was fascinated by observance, the sword momentum was sometimes like the cold star that had existed for tens of millions of years, staring at the world without desire and ruthlessness, letting the mountains and rivers change illusions, still following the eternal trajectory and silently repeating the cycle, revealing the ruthlessness of the way of heaven; and sometimes like the stars that have come to the end of their lives are about to burst out with the last brilliant brilliance, enthusiastic and unrestrained, and indomitable.

"Vientiane Phantom Star Jue" has a total of 28 forms, which correspond to the 28 constellations of Zhou Tian, and each style has various changes according to the stars of Zhou Tian, which can be said to include thousands of kinds, all of which are extremely exquisite. This sword recipe and the "Yuquan Chasing Light Sword Technique" are all passed down by Yuquan Peak, especially the "Vientiane Phantom Star Technique", because it was created by the master of Taihao Zhenren, the entire sect has only been learned by Taihao Zhenren and his disciples, and even the head Taiwei Zhenren has only observed and has not practiced, but now there is another Shao Heng.

Shao Heng observed it three times in his mind, and he was a little eager to try it in his heart, so he immediately took out the Qiyun Sword and practiced.

At the beginning, he still felt quite smooth, but after practicing the first three moves and more than a dozen of them, he felt that the true qi in his body was a little stagnant, and he vaguely felt that he had practiced wrong.

He came and went several times, but he didn't find the key point, and he didn't know what he was wrong, but he felt that this sword trick shouldn't be like this.

The "Vientiane Phantom Star Formula" is the previous head of the stargazing feeling, Fang created this sword trick, the sword intent is like the vast sky, such as the ancient gods gazing at the world, the sword move sword intent needs to cater to the way of the flow of stars, and there are also steps corresponding to the same.

Shao Heng only practiced sword moves, but neglected his feet, so naturally he was in vain.

After a long time, Shao Heng was sweating profusely, and he was not unfamiliar with only practicing the moves, but when he used it, he always made the Qiyun Sword crooked and twisted to the point, or interrupted the action with a split breath.

Shao Heng felt a little restless in his heart, he had been practicing in this small ashram for more than half a month, although he was not uncomfortable with refining Qi before, but he was a little idle in his bones, and he didn't like to be restrained. At this time, the sword practice was not smooth, and the weather was quite hot, so I felt irritable for a while.

Although he was irritable in his heart, his cultivation made him unable to do anything out of the ordinary, he just let out a long breath of turbidity, fell to the ground with a somewhat dejected sigh, and casually threw the sword on the cold bluestone brick, making a crisp "dangchang" sound.

The floor in the quiet room was paved with cool bluestones, Shao Heng sat on the ground, his heart was depressed a little, and he said in his heart: "It's because I'm impatient, otherwise I'll wait for a month to get out of the customs, and go to Guiyuan Peak's Tibet to take a look at other swordsmanship, maybe I can touch the bypass." ”

The collection is all-encompassing, Cunweishan may not be the Xiuzhen sect with the longest history in Shenzhou, but it is definitely the Xiuzhen sect with the largest collection of books, and Cunweishan is one of the three "kendo holy places" in Shenzhou, and the collection of books is especially dominated by various sword scriptures.

It is divided into five layers, and the inner disciples have the right to enter the first three layers of Tibet to read books.

Shao Heng thought about it for a while, and planned to continue to practice "Xuanyuan Cun Wei Song" in the future, but in the end, he was a little unwilling in his heart, and he was a little angry and planned to pick up the Qiyun Sword after throwing the futon in his hand, but when his fingers touched the cold bluestone brick, he suddenly seemed to touch something.

After Shao Hengren stiffened slightly, he touched it a few more times, and a few strange expressions appeared on his face.

Strange to say, the rest of the Purple Cave is inlaid with thumb-sized night pearls, and even at night it is as bright as day. Only in this quiet room, there are no pearls to embellish, and there is no other lighting.

Shao Heng suddenly took out a shiny thing from the storage bag to use as lighting.

There are rewards in the top ten of the outer gate, and in addition to getting a spirit weapon Dingfeng bead with a hundred veins and a few pills that solidify Peiyuan, Shao Heng has obtained a good multi-crystal and a small fortune.

Although the Dingfeng Bead is a hundred veins of the spirit weapon, but it is also quite a bit of origin, according to legend, it is the object of the ancient gods, but because of the catastrophe and shattering, the spirit of the instrument dissipated and reduced to an inferior spiritual weapon.

It's just that although this thing has a lot of origin, and it is a little famous in the outside world as a spiritual weapon, but now it can only resist the storm, calm the wind and catch the rain, and as an auxiliary, it has no ability to attack and defend. So after Shao Heng got it, he only put it in the storage bag and didn't take it out.

This wind pearl is light blue all over, like the color of the blue sky, and it also exudes a brilliance that is not weaker than the night pearl in the night, which is softer and fresher.

Shao Heng simply shone it on the ground at the moment, and finally discovered the mystery on the ground.

I saw that there was a very shallow and faint footprint on the bluestone brick where the Qiyun Sword was located, if it wasn't for Shao Heng touching it with his hand, it would be difficult to find it. The footprints were the same size as himself, they were the footprints of ordinary adult men, Shao Heng's heart moved, and he groped around with the Dingfeng Bead.

Sure enough, along the stone bricks, Shao Heng found many other footprints one after another, all of which were the same, but in slightly different directions. Roughly speaking, the floor tiles in the entire ashram are covered with footprints, and some of the floor tiles even have several footprints overlapping each other.

Shao Heng turned over the entire quiet room, and he had already guessed it in his heart. He stood in the middle of the ashram and looked up at the sky: where was the natural starry sky above his head, it was clearly the twenty-eight constellations of Zhou Tian arranged in formation!

It's just that the day is not revealed, and Shao Heng rarely observes the top of his head at night, but it is only at this time that he discovers the mystery.

The top of the head is a magic circle lined up with the twenty-eight stars of Zhou Tian, and the footprints under his feet are naturally the pace that matches the "Vientiane Phantom Star Jue"!

The name of this step is "stepping on the stars and picking the moon", which was also created by the previous head.

Shao Heng closed his eyes, and in his heart he had imprinted every footprint he had just found into his mind, and little by little he pieced all the footprints together, arranged like a circle, and there were all kinds of mysteries in it. He corresponded to the Zhou Tian constellation, and quickly found the beginning and the end point in one place, and immediately smiled slightly and walked out.

At first, he was not very fast, but he moved slowly in the quiet room as if he were strolling in a leisurely garden. Gradually, Shao Heng's body shape is getting faster and faster, and the changes are endless, such as forming a circulation, one will float to the corner and the hyper position, and the other will move to the wing and the wing. After that, he could no longer see his figure clearly, nor could he infer his location based on Xingluo's arithmetic, as if he was one with Zhou Tian Xingchen and could not be found without a trace.

Suddenly, the cold sword light in the quiet room suddenly appeared, like the sky, like the flow of stars, the sword light changed from less to more, from sparse to dense, intertwined with each other, and gradually transformed into a boundless galaxy.