With one Qi, all things are born. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the morning of the sixth day, after Luan Tian came out of Wanghai Tide, on the morning of the sixth day, the sky was overcast, as if it was going to rain or snow, and the central square was empty.

At this moment, a figure slowly walked towards the hexagonal tower. This person was dressed in a purple robe, with long hair and a shawl, his face was indifferent, his steps were steady, and he walked to the front of this drum and sat down cross-legged.

He looked up, looked at the drum, looked at it for a moment, and then closed his eyes.

This person is Luan Tian, the Luan Tian who came to beat the drum.

The drum, as always silent, will it, sound?

The people of Luoyun Town started a busy day again, and they didn't care at all, at this time, there was a person sitting in front of the drum in the central square.

Because, such a thing has happened several times before. The three words "Wanhualou" represent not only glory and wealth, if someone in the family is an insider of Wanhualou, this is a supreme glory. Even if it is just recruited in, the outer disciples who work in Wanhualou are definitely a symbol of noble status.

Where the benefits are, there are many people who tend to them.

So, although we all know that beating this illusory drum is a bit ridiculous and the chances are slim, there are still people who try it from time to time.

This kind of attempt has a fluke mentality of trying its luck, and the probability of success of this attempt is like walking on the street on a sunny day, "clicking", and being struck into charcoal by a thunderbolt.

Therefore, when they look at Luan Tian at this time, it is like looking at a piece of coke, another one to try their luck, and that's it.

"Coke" sat motionless in front of the drum at this time, as if in a fixed position.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

Five Hours...

Ten hours...

A whole day passed, and the drum did not move.

Luan Tianpan sat in front of the drum, facing the drum body, with a calm face. He was thinking about how to beat the drum, and he had been thinking about it all day, and still no progress had been made.

The sky was overcast, and there were small snowflakes falling, and it was snowing, and it was the first snow of the year in Luoyun Town.

The snow began to fall scattered, like fallen leaves fluttering in the wind. Gradually, it grew bigger and denser, and the goose-feathered snow rose and pressed down from the sky. With just a few teas, the entire Luoyun Town was shrouded in a layer of whiteness.

The snow kept falling, and a strong wind began to wreak havoc, rolling up large snowflakes that hit people's faces and melted in an instant. A few snowflakes were swept into the empty door of the hexagonal tower by the wind, and they floated straight through the drum, as if the drum did not exist.

As night fell, the sky darkened, snowflakes fell from the sky one by one, and the wind howled, as if something unusual was about to happen.

Luan Tian was still sitting motionless in front of the drum, the top of his head and half of his body were covered with snow, and the hem of his clothes was blown by the wind from time to time, as if he had become a statue.

I don't know if he noticed that at this time, behind him, on the other side of the central square, there was also a figure sitting motionless with his eyes closed.

I don't know when it came, I don't know how long I sat cross-legged, this person, now his whole body is covered with thick snow, half of his body has fallen into the snow, and he looks like a snowman. If you get closer, you will find that this figure is Yu Ziqi.

When night came, there were no stars, no moon, but the square was not pitch black. The snow reflected each other, and although there was no moonlight, the square was filled with a moonlight-like light.

At this time, Luan Tian, in this night without a bright moon, there was a bright moon rising in his heart, the snowflakes on his body had melted, the silk white mist was steaming, and between the white mist, there was faintly white light emanating from his body, the realm of "Bright Moon Heart"!

"The moon rises in the east, and it is as bright as a lang; The heart is like the bright moon, clean as a mirror..."

Luan Tian muttered in his mouth, these mantras seemed to be natural, echoing in his heart at this moment. These mantras were not read by him somewhere, but at this time, they blurted out, as if they came from outside the sky, and they sounded like heavenly sounds, like divine sounds, like songs, like chanting...

The speed at which his lips were closing faster and faster, and the voices echoing around him were getting louder and louder, and these sounds were inaudible to others, only echoing in Luan Tian's sea of knowledge.

This mantra actually caused the surrounding aura to stir up, and where he sat cross-legged, the snow around him was also rolled up.

Yu Ziqi seemed to be aware, his eyes opened slightly, and he glanced at the place where Luan Tianpan was sitting, and closed it again.

At this time, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and there was silence all around. But Luan Tianzhihai is a roar of Sanskrit singing, and this sound is involuntarily generated out of thin air from the sea of other knowledge, and others... Can't hear you.

As Luan Tian's lips merged, as he chanted, the powerful aura formed an air current, like a whirlwind, rolling up the snow around Luan Tian, revealing the clean bluestone on the ground.

At this time, his spiritual platform was clear, and with the chanting, his heart became more and more calm, calm as water, water as a mirror, and a mirror as a heart!

"This drum is an illusory thing, and even the snowflakes drift past without leaving a trace, obviously it can't be sounded by ordinary power, could it be this mysterious power?"

As he thought about it, he felt a flash of inspiration, as if he had caught a trace of something, but it was fleeting.

"It's close, it's close... Just a little, a little..."

The speed of his chanting quickened a little, and his divine sense expanded to the extreme, feeling the mysterious power. There was still silence all around, and even the sound of falling snow could be heard.

A few more hours passed, and the distant eastern sea level was already glowing with blue-white light. It's going to dawn.

Suddenly, Luan Tian felt a slight fluctuation in Zhihai, this fluctuation was only a trace that could not be checked, and it disappeared in an instant, but Luan Tian clearly felt that this fluctuation was the "Chaos Clock" from Zhihai!

"That's right, that's the power!"

Luan Tian was pleasantly surprised in his heart, and his feelings about this mysterious power became clearer, an extremely elusive power that existed in heaven and earth, in the underworld, waiting for someone to discover it.

It is different from the consciousness in that it is not only perceptible, but also controllable, making it aggressive. It's like the power of the soul and the power of the spirit, but it's much stronger than both.

Luan Tian slowly tried to manipulate this power, and the aura around him became stronger and stronger. The countless strands of this mysterious power that originally existed between heaven and earth flocked to his surroundings as if they had found a home. There are many such powers, and they have actually entered his sea of knowledge, Luan Tian can't see it, but he can clearly feel this power.

The east was white, and a golden light shot into the sky, and the moment the sunlight appeared, the chaos clock in the sea of Luan Tianzhi suddenly let out a slight roar, and the voice, like someone whispering softly:

"Qi... Qi..."

"Qi... Breath!!! ”

Luan Tian followed and murmured.

"Qi... Very good..."

This mysterious power is called Qi power!

"Qili... Rise!!! ”

Luan Tian let out a low roar, and while controlling the Qi power, he felt that Danhu Lake had also begun to surge, and his whole body was extremely comfortable, as if he had cultivated infinite essence.

Qi Li, under his control, is like a spirit!