Early the next morning, Wen Yiming was taken by an inner disciple named Feng Xiaosong to Mengshan, the place where the Hidden Scripture Pavilion and the Hidden Treasure Pavilion were built, ---. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Feng Xiaosong didn't talk much, and only occasionally answered a few questions mentioned by Wen Yiming along the way, and his words were very concise. After walking all the way to the foot of Mengshan Mountain, he turned around and explained: "Senior Brother Wen, follow this spiraling stone staircase all the way, and you will reach the Hidden Scripture Pavilion about two miles away." Without permission, you can't go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion at will, and the younger brother can only send it here. ”

Wen Yiming saw that Feng Xiaosong was five or six years older than him, so he nodded and smiled: "I'm tired of Brother Feng sending him off!" ”

Feng Xiaosong was a little flattered and said, "Senior Brother Wen, don't call me Brother Feng, just call me Senior Brother." In Shuangcheng, no matter the order of entry, the core disciples are all senior brothers, this is the door rule. If nothing else, I'll take my leave! ”

After saying that, Feng Xiaosong turned around and left slightly, but he secretly thought in his heart that in the past few years, he had sent countless core disciples to Mengshan, all of them looked high, this Senior Brother Wen was easy-going and friendly, but it was a little different.

After Feng Xiaosong left, Wen Yiming raised his head and looked at it, a narrow stone staircase built by the mountain cliff winded and circled straight into the top of the mountain, and the white mist was filled with white at the highest place, and the momentum was extraordinary, like a fairyland.

Walking slowly along the cliff stone staircase, while enjoying the scenery along the way, I sighed secretly.

The Twin Cities built the Scripture Pavilion in such a dangerous place, even if the people in the sect coveted it, they couldn't do anything about it. It seems that the twin cities have stood for thousands of years, and knowledge is the essence of the primary productive force.

After activating his spiritual sense, Wen Yiming felt that the sharp improvement of his six senses was really not a little bit. In particular, his hearing and eyesight are so good that he even saw the rules of the Twin Cities in the hazy moonlight last night.

In addition, he could vaguely feel the nourishment of the aura of heaven and earth on his body. When he was in Tongshan Village, he didn't notice it. Even in previous lives, people who practiced martial arts relied on the accumulation of penance to improve their cultivation realm.

There is little mention of the aura of heaven and earth in the written records, and it is only that some internal classics involve absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, but it is also a kind of compulsory mental cultivation. And now that he has personally experienced the benefits of this qualitative and intangible aura to cultivators, he understands that there is a real existence of aura or vitality in heaven and earth.

Wen Yiming faintly felt that in ancient China, such as Chu Bawang, Lu Bu, Zhao Yun, and other mad generals, their achievements were not accidental; It should be the reason why the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi was rich in that period and it was easier to cultivate. After thousands of years of development, the development of science and technology, the density of population and many other factors, human beings have no bottom line to pioneer and open mines, establish factories and energy stations, etc., and even destroy the natural ecology at the expense of conscience, resulting in serious pollution, so that the vitality of heaven and earth is becoming thinner and thinner, and finally to the lack of aura mentioned in online fantasy novels.

It seems that there is nothing that cannot be done, only the unthinkable; If he hadn't been reborn into the Heavenly Continent, he wouldn't have been able to understand this truth in his life, let alone believe in this fact.

Two miles away, inadvertently arrived at the peak of Mengshan Mountain.

The two majestic five-foot tall buildings built of huge stones stand on the bluestone ground the size of two football fields.

The stone building has a clear outline, and the boulder is carved with a variety of complicated and rough patterns, which is full of antiquity and magnificent.

Under the strong foot of the two megalithic towers, a natural unmodified carved stone tablet with a height of more than two people is erected on each side; One of the stone tablets is engraved with four simple and heavy seals of 'pen and paper for a thousand autumns', exuding a sad and desolate atmosphere, and the four characters of 'who else is me' on the other side of the stone tablet are extremely sloppy and wild, but they make Wen Yiming feel a kind of artistic conception of murderous intent.

Wen Yiming involuntarily walked under the four big characters of "Who else should I be", and was deeply attracted by these four big characters that were natural.

He stood in front of the rude stone tablet of 'who else should I be', and his whole mind was immersed in the words 'who else is I else' on the stone tablet.

The four wild characters are estimated to have gone through countless spring and autumn periods, and the lines on them are covered with moss, and there are even signs of cracking in some places. Despite this, Wen Yiming can still see at a glance that these four big characters are not intentionally inscribed, but are written by unknown blades.

The four characters are done in one go, the pen is strong and powerful, and the turning point shows the domineering spirit of the world, especially the word "I", the pen is scribbled to the extreme, but there is a rigorous and incomparable contradiction interspersed with it.

The oblique touch of the word 'I' is enough to provoke, as if it runs through the entire stone tablet and penetrates people's hearts, making people feel that this oblique hook seems to want to break through the sky with one shot, leaving that indelible trace, and the battle intent that comes out of it makes Wen Yiming's heart shake!

Inadvertently, Wen Yiming stepped forward and raised his hand to pose as a three-body end gun, his internal strength was vigorous, and with a low roar, the internal qi in his body ran autonomously in his limbs!

At this moment, Wen Yiming's mind exploded uncontrollably and closed the six senses, feeling that he was in a vast and boundless territory, surrounded by yellow sand and gunsmoke; A blood-red banner with the name "Wentian" stood in the midst of a strong cavalry force of 1,000 people, and thousands of cavalrymen carried spears, trampled on the yellow sand and white bones, and resolutely rushed towards the army dozens of times larger on the opposite side with murderous intent.

Dressed in steel armor, the Iron Cavalry was full of fighting spirit, and his resolute charge inspired an indomitable momentum.

'Buzz---! The trumpet sounded.

'Knock knock---! 'The drums of war are beating.

The dull and exhilarating beat of drums and horns inspires the death-defying knights to roar with earth-shattering rage!

'Roar! Roar! Roar! ’

'Kill! Kill! Kill! ’

At this moment, Wen Yiming's blood is like a river surging, and his qi is like a long rainbow running through the sun; The heroic spirit arose spontaneously, and the boundless battle spirit soared rapidly.

He felt that the three-body pose was like a long tassel in his hand, and he was alone in the depths; Wen Yiming forgot about it, and walked forward with this trace of killing intent!

"Huh? Murderous! ”

A one-armed old man with crane hair and a childish face walked out from behind the stone tablet of 'Paper and Pencil Qianqiu', and looked at Wen Yiming not far away with his eyes in surprise, and his wrinkled face revealed a hint of surprise.

At this time, Wen Yiming kept repeating the action of turning around, and then stepping forward quickly, standing up and stabbing forward.

"At such an age, I actually touched the gun intent!" The one-armed old man nodded secretly.

Regarding the appearance of the one-armed old man, Wen Yiming was unaware; He didn't have any distractions in his heart, but the scene of fighting in his mind lingered!

Keep repeating the same movement--- stab forward quickly!

A hundred times!

Two hundred times!

Five hundred times...

Wen Yiming felt that he was gradually sobering up, and the hazy artistic conception was getting weaker and weaker, but he couldn't fully grasp the artistic conception that was about to leave. At the same time, his physical strength is also declining sharply, and he may not be able to close his pores in the next moment, and he will lose his true qi by venting this breath of true qi.

Fortunately, he only focused on his thoughts, and did not exert his strength to rehearse repeatedly, otherwise without the help of the Cold Ice Spirit Platform, he would have fallen to the ground a long time ago.

Wen Yiming was a little anxious in his heart, this kind of epiphany of artistic conception is hard to find, if you want to enter this mysterious artistic conception again, it depends entirely on chance, to tell a joke, it really depends on the character and face!

Once wanted to grasp the true meaning of the tiger's splitting strength, he did not hesitate to stay alone in the mountains all the year round, with wild beasts as his companion; Despite this, it is still only the 'potential' of the tiger's appearance, but not the true 'meaning' of samadhi!

Wen Yiming knows very well that the 'potential' in martial arts is the general trend, and the 'meaning' is the true meaning.

Although he understands, this kind of occasional encounter from epiphany is not available on the roadside on the street, and he is only limited to understanding, but he has not personally felt it.

The potential is more broad and macroscopic, and the meaning is more subtle and in-depth than the trend.

Like a majestic peak, his momentum lies in the majesty of the atmosphere, and the meaning is focused on the unyielding rigidity; The momentum of the river is to move forward, and the meaning is to be continuous; The momentum of the earth stretching for thousands of miles lies in the thickness and majesty, and the meaning is focused on bearing and breeding; The boundless power of the sea lies in its vastness and vastness, and the meaning is more inclusive.

The potential is more advanced than the meaning, and the meaning is the core foundation of the potential.

This is like a high-ranking official, there is an invisible coercion in them, which is 'power'. And the trivial style, character, and behavior of his daily life will affect the trend of his majestic momentum, and the subtleties of this daily life are 'Yi'. Whether the coercion on them makes people stay away, or they are easy-going and funny, approachable, or not angry and self-authoritative, they are all derived from 'meaning'.

Therefore, the general trend has no true intention, like a tree without roots; The true meaning does not follow the general trend, just like the stone to raise flowers, it is difficult to become a treasure!

Wen Yiming is now in contact with the subtle artistic conception of the deep meaning, and he wants to grasp it at a deeper level, but he has no choice but to be powerless.

The one-armed old man saw Wen Yiming's impetuous face, and secretly sighed in disappointment, almost, if you want to comprehend this gun, it is difficult to reach the sky, and Situ Qianjian two hundred years ago dabbled in a little fur. Still, it is inexhaustible.

The one-armed old man was about to turn away when he suddenly stopped. Hope appeared in his eyes again! He found that Wen Yiming's entire state had suddenly undergone a earth-shaking change, and a faint tragic and tragic faint aura permeated the air.

Just when Wen Yiming's heart was anxious and upset, the banner of 'Tianwen' that was waving in the wind and ringing in the hunt suddenly appeared in his mind.

The tattered banner hung on a large gun that was more than a foot long, and the red head of the spear exuded a breathtaking killing intent and unyielding strength.

'Boom! 'Wen Yiming's Lingtai is fiercely clear.

That's right, guns! This is gun intent! I'm still bound by the martial arts concept of my previous life!

In an instant, Wen Yiming calmed down and abandoned distracting thoughts; Defend the yuan and return to one, with gun intentions; Relax your body and lead your breath with your will; Exhale and stab, and stab with all your might!

With Wen Yiming's hard blow to adjust his body and mind to the best state, the originally diluted mental scene gradually became clear again, and the scene shook the sky again, Wen Yiming seemed to be in it and wanted to kill with the army.

There were not many remaining cavalry, and an elegant middle-aged man in a blood-stained white robe stood on top of the iron horseman, holding a gun in one hand and shaking his arm, and the flag on the gun was shattered into pieces with a snap, and the sky was scattered.

The elegant middle-aged beard has blood-stained hair, and he looks up to the sky with a long roar, showing the pride of the world; Carrying a spear and riding between the horses, like a meteor breaking through the sky, the man has kicked the saddle and got up from the horse, and roared angrily, and the big gun in his hand with a tragic and boundless momentum, straight into the army of ten thousand.

The spear is pointed, and the flesh is flying!

At this moment, Wen Yiming is calm on the outside, wild on the inside, like steel teeth about to break, and his starry eyes are cracked! A deeper artistic conception came to mind one after another.

War! Unyielding! Dust and dirt! Cover the corpse for thousands of miles!

Blood! Anger! Life and death! Murderous Intent!

Rush! Rampage! Blood and bones! Death to those who stand in my way!

A clear understanding accompanied by the vicissitudes of vicissitudes and tragic sounds, faintly lingered in Wen Yiming's mind.

"The king of the spear --- a hundred soldiers, galloping vertically and horizontally, the front of the soldiers, and invincible!"

"The spear --- the long-bladed general; Defend the ability to town mountains and rivers, and attack to expand the territory! ”

"Who else can I ---- gun!"