In Yan Zhaoge's mind, many thoughts appeared for a while, one after another.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, calmed down, his gaze was calm and waveless, only revealing his yearning and longing for the supreme mastery of this sect as a junior disciple.

Yan Zhaoge looked at Xin Dongping, Xin Dongping nodded indifferently, so Yan Zhaoge walked towards the brilliance of the phantom, and the whole person stepped into it.

The light and shadow of the scroll, suddenly a stream of light fell, enveloping Yan Zhao Ge.

Yan Zhaoge had a large number of words in his mind, which was the content of the second half of Taiqing Qigong.

Although there is a bit of a shadow of the Taiqing lineage inheritance before the great destruction, but since the beginning of the opening of the Tianweng Qiu Yuan, after the speculation and perfection of the strong men of Guangcheng Mountain, the Taiqing Qigong itself has been quite unique and mysterious, and it can be regarded as an excellent martial arts classic.

Yan Zhaoge compared it with the sacred palace collections he had browsed, and gained a lot.

However, these can be pondered slowly later, and what Yan Zhaoge pays most attention to at this moment is that when he comes into contact with the secret transmission of Taiqing Qigong, his consciousness seems to travel through time and space, and the scene of many years ago is reproduced in front of him.

Endless disasters are rampant, and the world is turned upside down, like the end of the world.

A streamer of light descended from the sky, breaking through the canopy, tearing through the endless void, descending on the Eight Great Worlds, and falling on a mountain range.

On one of the peaks, there is a mysterious and slender trace.

I don't know how many years have passed, one day, someone passed by here, watched the traces of the inscription, felt something, noticed the mystery, and then sat quietly in front of the mountain peak for many days, figuring out the artistic conception.

Yan Zhaoge looked at the person's face and could recognize that it was the ancestor of the sect, Qiu Yuan, the founder of the sect.

This scene is the divine light falling to the ground, leaving a legacy inscription. Qiu Yuan faced the wall and realized the Tao, and gradually summarized the process of creating Taiqing Qigong.

Divine light, maybe it was the power of a powerful man in the Divine Palace, and the aftermath was caused, or maybe it was the wreckage that fell after the destruction of the Divine Palace.

When Yan Zhaoge approached the light and shadow of the printing pad again. The eyes suddenly darkened, as if the heavens and the earth were falling.

By figuring out the faint traces left in this square printing pad, Yan Zhaoge's heart was suddenly awe-inspiring, and among the changes in the image in his mind, he seemed to vaguely see that the fragments of something had passed through time and space, falling from the sky, and falling into the Eight Great Worlds.

Qiu Yuan obtained this item. Based on this, we will create a wide range of heavenly palms.

Although the image is sketchy, Yan Zhaoge can feel the throbbing of his soul and know the fragments of that thing, which is very important.

Yan Zhaoge looked carefully, the fragment fell, and a figure was faintly visible from the void that had been opened from the cave all the way up.

The debris did not appear to have fallen unintentionally. It was deliberately thrown down by this person.

It's a pity that this simple idea left a trace. Stop at Qiu Yuan's original appearance of the Guangcheng Heavenly Palm.

Yan Zhaoge was slightly annoyed.

After calming down for a while, Yan Zhaoge pondered: "This fragment, I haven't heard anyone mention it, is it lost in the early years, or is it because it is too important, only the core high-level of the sect understands the situation." Or even the head of the family from generation to generation?"

Yan Zhao Ge let out a long breath of turbidity, and calmed his mood: "The confusion has not been solved, but there are more and more questions, but there are also more clues and directions." ”

Burying the doubts that could not be solved for the time being in his heart, Yan Zhaoge began to carefully comprehend the mystery of the Guangcheng Heavenly Palm.

For some reason. Yan Zhaoge comprehended this mastery, and he was even more handy than the previous Taiqing Qigong.

When everything was over, Yan Zhaoge slowly opened his eyes and saluted Xin Dongping: "There is Uncle Lao." ”

Xin Dongping glanced at Yan Zhaoge deeply and shook his head: "It's okay, go down and practice hard." ”

Yan Zhaoge walked out of the arsenal scripture building, Ah Hu was already waiting outside the door with Panpan, and when he saw Yan Zhaoge coming out, he smiled innocently: "Childe, it's solved?"

"It's just a matter of swallowing dates, go back and slowly figure out the practice. Yan Zhaoge waved his hand: "Let's go back now." ”

Pan Pan flew up again, and this time Yan Zhaoge didn't stop it and hugged the big plush ball.

The current Panpan is about the same size as the giant panda in Yan Zhaoge's memory, although it is still a little bigger, but at least it is not as aggressive as an elephant charging before.

After returning to his residence, Yan Zhaoge practiced with peace of mind.

One day, walking out of the door in the morning sun, Yan Zhaoge's heart suddenly moved, silently calculated the day, and walked out.

Ah Hu followed him and asked curiously, "Childe, where is this going?"

Yan Zhaoge sighed: "Go to find the master, today is Senior Brother Shi's death day, and I will also go to Shangzhu Xiang." ”

Ah Hu blinked, reacted to what was going on, didn't speak, and honestly followed behind Yan Zhaoge.

Walking all the way through the mountains, Yan Zhaoge climbed a small hill, and sure enough, he saw two people standing there.

A tall and mighty man is none other than Master Bo Shitie.

Behind him, stood Xu Fei.

Xu Fei's expression was solemn, and when he saw Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu coming, he nodded slightly, not at all like the relaxed and bold smile on his face in the past.

Shi Tie turned his head to look over: "Zhao Ge is here?" ”

Yan Zhaoge greeted Shi Tie with a salute: "Master, mourn." ”

Shi Tie's face was calm, as usual: "I'm fine." ”

He turned his head back forward, and his gaze fell on a mound that, though simple, was unusually neat and unsightly of any weeds.

In front of the grave stands a tombstone with the words "Tomb of Aiko Stone Songtao".

On either side of this tomb stood two other tombs.

Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu were silent, and the two tombs also set up monuments in front of the tombs, explaining the identity of the owner, which belonged to Shi Tie's daughter-in-law and grandson respectively.

The three graves are actually well-dressed mounds, but this makes people's hearts even more blocked, because Shi Songtao's family of three was killed, and even the bones could not be recovered.

Yan Zhaoge and the others stood silently behind Shi Tie, and it has always been a great sorrow for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person.

Looking at Shi Songtao's name, Yan Zhaoge had a figure of a handsome young man in his mind, his facial features were ninety percent similar to Shi Tie, and the father and son were almost carved out of a mold.

Yan Zhaoge himself has never personally come into contact with this Senior Brother Shi, and his understanding of it comes from the memory of the original owner of the body.

Shi Songtao's age is even older than Xu Fei, when he became famous in the Eight Great Worlds and was known as the pride of the new generation of heaven in Guangcheng Mountain, Yan Zhaoge was still a child and had just begun to practice martial arts.

Compared with the upright and serious Shi Tie, Shi Songtao is more gentle, but both father and son are equally warm-hearted.

Xu Fei and Yan Zhaoge, when they were teenagers, were guided and cared for by the elder brother.

At that time, Shi Songtao was also a high-spirited young man, and he tied the knot with his lover and gave birth to Lin'er early, which was extremely happy.

Even Shi Tie enjoyed the joy of family in those years, and he usually had a lot more smiles on his face.

But unfortunately, all this is now a thing of the past.

Shi Tie stood there, and the whole person was like a statue, as if it had been standing in place for thousands of years. (To be continued.) )

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