Carefully memorized it silently for more than three hours. And he pointed out the acupuncture points of each vein on his body, and then connected them with the acupuncture points of the previous part.

Lang Yu has only cultivated one order now, and only one meridian has penetrated. After arranging the newly acquired fifty or so acupuncture points, Lang Yu finally confirmed that the human body diagram composed of stars was definitely the "Thunder Turning Technique". And this pattern composed by himself is far from being a humanoid, it seems that he judged correctly, that humanoid diagram must be the general acupoint diagram of "Thunder Jue".

This ancient calligraphy and painting must be entered by yourself, a meridian is successful, you can no longer be scorched by the thunder, if you want to continue to cultivate and advance, this will be an indispensable life-saving method.

The sky was bright, Langyu took a nap, recuperated a little, and continued to open the third "War Department". This part is still composed of three parts, involving 70 acupuncture points. It took nearly a day to recite with Langyu's divine sense, if this thing was not refined layer by layer, but just memorized, it would be too jerky. It's not like an article, there is a vicious succession, at least there is a logical order. This thing, I can't see any characteristics and connections between adjacent acupuncture points at all, probably Tianshu is this kind of thing.

Finally arranged into a picture, Lang Yu's divine consciousness had already felt exhausted. I just want to sleep at this point.

This picture has begun to take shape, but it has no flesh and bones. Only if Langyu has seen that complete figure can he imagine it.

Swallowing a fairy fruit and a soul-nourishing elixir, Lang Yu meditated and rested silently. The pill was naturally Ling Songzi, and he only dared to take it after being confirmed by the master.

Immortal medicine, the effect is really good. Only two hours later, Langyu was refreshed again. On the second day, it was nearly dark, and I had been trapped for almost two days, and what I saw in the ancient picture was still the word "Wu" that was elegant and domineering. There is no emptiness in sight.

Lang Yu, who opened his eyes again, re-traced the model, and still had no head, he remembered that he was following the strokes, feeling the momentum, and only entered by chance, but today he pursued four or five times, and still returned in vain.

It still doesn't feel right.

stood up, came to the screen at the door, and revisited the process of that day, but still saw no one. He doesn't know how many times he's done this process.

Finally, Lang Yu shook his head with a wry smile, and his divine sense entered the scroll.

"Master, it seems that I can't participate in this picture, I don't know if it's because of the ancestral blood?" I have almost restored everything back then, and I can't see it anymore, the only reason is that I joined the ancestral blood of the ancient clan this time, I'm afraid there is only this one explanation.

"Hehe, boy, don't worry, enlightenment is due to chance, and if the opportunity is not reached, the way of heaven is not revealed. When he was a Venerable Venerable, he sat alone in Juemeng Cliff for five years before he realized a Dao mark and was able to extend his life to three hundred. The Heavenly Opportunity Dao Law of the Immortal World can only be mastered by you if it is approved by him. What a cultivator does is to be good to the heavens and to go against the heavens. To conform to the way of heaven, you must first integrate your body into it before you can be sensitized. However, who of the cultivators does not want to use the power of the Heavenly Dao and then override it, so it is inevitable that the cultivators are doing things against the heavens. But you don't have to be too confined to this matter, there are three thousand avenues, and the cultivator just smokes a trace of it, and the road to becoming an immortal is not this one. Yang Xiao indifferently excused Langyu.

At this time, he can't give Lang Yu any hints and pressure about the situation, he will naturally see what he should see, and if he doesn't have the opportunity, he can't break his head.

Lang Yu raised his hand and pushed his nose, and said with a smile. "Master, don't worry, I'm just very strange, I couldn't see it when I couldn't cultivate before, but now I can't enter when I can cultivate, it shouldn't be this reason. ”

"No matter how high or low the cultivation is, no one can handle it thoroughly. It is different from time to time, and it is easy from person to person. You can't force it. Yang Xiao also felt helpless.

"That is the case, then I don't have to look at it anymore, two days have passed since the three-day enlightenment, and my heart will be confused if I continue to look at it, so I will talk about it when I have a chance in the future. Lang Yu turned his head and said, "Master, I still have a few things to do in the ancient clan, after doing these things, let's go back to the black eye." It's only three to five days. ”

Yang Xiao nodded, and said in his heart, "This kid is really a cultivation material, he can afford to take it and put it down." ”

Shen Nian withdrew, and Lang Yu still glanced at the ancient calligraphy and paintings hanging for a long time. With a wry smile again, he got up and turned behind the screen in front of the door.

If you can't see it for two days, you may not be able to see it for three days. I thought that I just looked up and realized it the moment I first looked.,This kind of thing has nothing to do with the length of time.,I believe that if you want to see it in the future.,You can do it at any time.。 As for whether it was Grandpa Gu's half drop of ancestral blood that hindered his enlightenment, Lang Yu couldn't tell, it was just a guess. But looking at the solemn appearance when he took out the vial at that time, it must be the most important thing of the ancient clan, and Langyu has no reason to blame.

Reach out and tap on the knocker. In three days, there is no need for me to persevere, the ancient clan is in crisis, the two clans are dying, and the Lin and Huang families are eyeing each other. Lang Yu knew that with his own cultivation, he couldn't change anything at all, the purpose of his coming to the ancient clan was first, this ancient painting, and the other was the news of their whereabouts, as well as the matter of Zuo Xing and the two maids. As soon as these things are finished, Grandpa Gu will not send him away, and he will leave himself, but he didn't expect that the first thing would be unfavorable.

"I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because I am in this peak. Hehe, the ancient characters of another world, I saw its true face when I didn't recognize it, but now I can recognize it......" The carved door has been pushed open a crack, and Langyu's hand suddenly stopped.

"That's not right!" Lang Yu turned around suddenly. It was just half an ancient poem that was read casually, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. In front of him was the long screen standing at the door, on which was painted the totem of a strange beast, and Langyu's heart was violently shocked because of the thought just now, and he squinted at it.

"Words, paintings. Those who know are words, and those who do not know are paintings. At that time, I realized the realm purely with the heart of looking at paintings, but today I was blinded by a martial character with the eyes of reading words. ”

"Hehe! Is it a word, or a painting?" Lang Yu was a little excited, and turned back to the hall. Is it a word or a painting, with a thought, Lang Yu suddenly seemed to open another door, and the word ...... Since I have learned something else, I always have to try again before I am willing.

Back in front of the hall, sit down on your knees.

His eyes were slightly closed, his breath sank, and a flying and domineering word 'Wu' flashed in his eyes, and Lang Yu called up his divine sense.

It is not easy to remember one thing, but it is even more difficult to forget one thing. All Lang Yu did was shield the word 'Wu' in front of him, and he didn't have the ability to erase it from his divine sense.

One breath, ten breaths, twenty breaths, Lang Yu didn't open his eyes, he was removing the traces on his eyes little by little. At this time, there are no distracting thoughts, everything is ethereal, as long as there is a slight movement, the word will only be clearer.

Remembering a word, with Langyu's divine sense, it doesn't take a breath, but to forget it, is it possible?

The sun was sinking in the west, and some ancient people came to deliver food, and they replaced the last one along the crack in the door, but they didn't dare to alarm him. Without the injection of Xuan Qi, only the luminous beads were left with a faint glowing fire, which was extinguished in the middle of the night. In this dark and dreary hall, Lang Yu sat alone on the futon, quietly forgetting.

Yang Xiao escaped again. The sea is solemn, and the gray fog is getting thinner and thinner for some reason. "What is the kid doing? Could it be that he is still clinging to that ancient painting?" He didn't bother, he knew Langyu very well, even more than himself.

Another day of sunrise.

It was time for the sun to rise again, and the people of the ancient tribe changed their meals again.

Until the sun was gone, there was still no movement in the courtyard of the ancient clan, but two people quietly appeared outside the courtyard.

Gu Mo, Gu Jiucheng.

Today is the third day, and in one more hour, the retreat will be over, and that half drop of ancestral blood will have the effect of three days.

There was still no movement in the compound, and it seemed that Langyu had not succeeded. Although I don't know how many times such expectations and disappointments have passed over the years, every time a disciple visits ancient paintings, it is a kind of hope for Gu Mo, even if it is quite a slim hope. And this time......

This time it was the first time and the last time to use ancestral blood for a foreigner. If it weren't for the clan elder's words, even if it was half a drop, Gu Mo would really be reluctant. If it doesn't work this time, it will become despair.

The sun is gone, and the stars are rising. Gu Moben's hunchbacked figure was even more rickety, as if a mountain was pressing him and he couldn't raise his head.

"Get out of here!" Suddenly, an angry shout came from afar. Then, a group of people outside the ancient village shouted and neighed, and the two rays of "bang" burst out unusually dazzlingly under the canopy of the early night. People come to pick up the beams.

Gu Mo looked at Gu Jiucheng beside him. It's no surprise that what should come will come. "Yunyi, are they already in place? I'll go and see, it's best if it can drag on for a while, if it doesn't last for an hour, you are responsible for starting the battle, and the clan elder will have to recover for an hour before he can fight." Gu Mo's voice was a little sad.

What does this battle mean? The desperate blow of the ultimate warrior may make a big family lose its vitality, but what about the ancient clan after that? Without the ancient clan of the ultimate warrior, it is difficult to keep this place in Xingyang Town.

Since Xianmen took away the iron coupon, the two opponents have long been ready to move, and the only ones who are afraid are the two clan elders of the Gu family. They want to survive until the two of them fall before they do it, and it is easy to take the ancient clan. However, Lang Yu came out of his black eyes and let go to kill the young master of the Huang family, so Huang Laoxie couldn't wait.

Gu Jiucheng nodded, this was planned by the two of them a long time ago, and there was no need for any more orders.

"Gu Huozi, you dare to kill my son, today I will let your Gu family blood flow like a river! You get out of here!" Outside the ancient village, a rough yeller roared angrily. The tall figure was carrying a tiger-headed sword, standing awe-inspiring on the funeral eagle platform. Huang Lao Xie is really full of evil spirits, in terms of black face, heavy dark red eyebrows slanted into his sideburns, and a beard pierced by his beard; Behind him, there were seven warriors lined up in the black, and there were no less than thirty or forty samurai-level figures in the audience.