Chapter 15: The Cloud Pattern

Yun Feng didn't know how long he had been in front of those pictures, how long he had been on his knees, and how long he had been crying......

Finally, or continue to move forward,

He tried to stop thinking about the carved images in the tunnel, and walked along the tunnel.

After a few steps, he came to a wide stone cave,

He froze at the entrance of the cave, completely stunned by the sight in front of him.

The galaxy is gorgeous

The sky is hanging, and there are countless stars.

The dome stone cave is hundreds of zhang wide by eye, the height is dozens of zhang high, the top of the stone cave is all inlaid with starry sky lines, and it looks like a sky top cover when you look up, and it is extremely shocking.

The lines on the dome of these stone caves have an inexplicable attraction to Yun Feng, and he will be sucked into it when he looks at it, he unconsciously becomes obsessed, and his divine sense gradually enters the lines of the dome.

The cumbersome mysterious lines of the stone cave, because of the addition of Yun Feng's divine sense, flashed blue light from time to time, crystal clear and mysterious.

My own consciousness is in

He struggled to come back to his senses and let his consciousness out of the dome.

There are hundreds of sarcophagi in the stone cave, all carved with complex mysterious patterns, and from time to time there will flash red lines, as if echoing the starry sky lines on the stone wall.

The ground of the stone cave is covered with white spars with a special formation, and the hundreds of stone coffins are also arranged along the formation.

Yun Feng raised his feet and stepped forward, wanting to get close to the nearest coffin, but before he could take half a step, a powerful thrust bounced him away.

"Eh!"

He slammed it hard, rubbed his ass and stood up, scolding: "Oh bad old man!

Yun Feng rolled his eyes and looked around at the nearest sarcophagus,

Why was it bounced off? There was no sign of the formation activating just now, and that was the force of the sarcophagus.

Since he couldn't get in, Yun Feng no longer asked for his own hardships.

He went to the ground, looked up carefully, and the mysterious lines carved on the dome of the stone cave were extremely cumbersome, like a bright galaxy, ethereal, mysterious, and mysterious......

Trance, loneliness, like the first emperor......

It seems that there are mysterious scriptures that begin to flow in the depths of Yun Feng's heart,

The lines are impermanent, the white clouds are long, and the clouds are moving......

He felt as if he had sunk into a deep sea, and fell into a deep sleep.

At this time, a faint pale cyan cloud-shaped pattern appeared on Yun Feng's chest.

......

Yun Feng had a long dream, in the dream he had a loving and beautiful mother, a calm and reliable father, Yun Feng held their hands tightly, and kept moving forward, so happy......

Wake up slowly,

He found himself lying in a haystack with a wine gourd in his arms.

He hurriedly got up and looked at it, and found himself in the ruined temple.

I shook my head, thinking that something was wrong, that I fell asleep in the cave looking at the starry dome, and that I shouldn't be here.

Now it's as if I've not entered that crypt at all.

Is it just a dream?

He went to look for the stone pier where the big stone Buddha sat cross-legged, and found that there was no gourd-shaped groove on the stone pier at all, only the traces left by the big stone Buddha.

......

Yun Feng returned to Jiang's house with doubts in his heart.

As soon as I arrived at the gate, I saw a young Confucian leading a high-headed white horse walking towards him, smiling at Yun Feng:

"Little brother, are you a child of the Jiang family? I want to meet the Jiang family's senior, Jiang Liangzhe, can you help me introduce me, the subordinates won't let me in." ”

The young Confucian touched his nose and said with some embarrassment.

Yun Feng looked up at him, this young man was wearing an ordinary Confucian cloth robe, although he was very tall, he had a mediocre appearance and a gentle temperament, not like a person with great ability, if he didn't know the Jiang family, the people would definitely not let him enter the Jiang family casually.

"Who are you?" Yun Feng kept a heart and asked the other party's identity first.

"I've just told them several times, I'm a teacher at Guangling Academy, and I'm passing through here, and I want to visit Liangzhe's seniors, by the way! I heard that the Jiang family has recently had a weird talent, what's it called... I also want to come and see why no one believes me, I have such an untrustworthy ......," the young man shook his head, patted the white phosphorus horse's head, and sighed.

Yun Feng's little face leaked a surprised expression, the young man in cloth in front of him was a teacher from the Guangling Academy? So young? Teachers who could teach in the academy generally had to reach the cultivation of the innate realm, while the age of ordinary innate realm monks was around fifty or sixty years old, and this young Confucian was less than thirty years old at first glance, how could it be the innate realm? Unless he was a real "genius", how could a genius teach in the small Guangling Academy.

"Are you really the teacher of the Guangling Academy, so young?" Yun Feng asked with suspicion with his eyes wide open, he had grown so big that he had never seen a true genius with his own eyes.

Seeing this situation, Buyi Rusheng shook his head, looked helpless, and sighed again:

"Oh! yes, forget it! I'll shout myself, boy, pay attention!

The young Confucian took a big breath, pinched his left hand, his whole chest bulged, Yun Feng felt that the spiritual power within two zhang of his side was suddenly empty, and he hurriedly guarded the sea of knowledge.

Confucius then opened his mouth and shouted:

"Liang-Zhe-Senior-Junior!Junior-Liang Juzheng!See-see!"

Please—see!

Yun Feng's ears didn't hear any sound, but his little knowledge sea made waves at this time, and the entire Xiao Zhihai echoed with the words shouted by the Confucian scholars.

This voice completely alarmed all the monks of the Jiang family, and everyone was shocked by this roar of spiritual power.

"Who dares to show off his magical powers at the door of my Jiang family!"

An old and rich voice suddenly came from the depths of Jiang's house, gradually overpowering the roar of the cloth-clothed youth.

Confucianism uses the method of spiritual power sound transmission, which is different from the method of air sound transmission of mortals, this method of sound transmission relies on vibration spiritual power to make sounds, this method can disrupt the spiritual power operation of a person's body and directly shock a person's sea of consciousness.

An old figure instantly appeared beside Yun Feng and protected him.

"Feng'er, aren't you injured?" Jiang Wenhe, who was dressed in a white robe, was also an elder of the Jiang family, the same generation as Jiang Hetai, and originally didn't have much affection for Yun Feng, a waste body, but after Yun Feng's victory in the competition, he began to change his opinion.

"I'm fine!" Yun Feng replied.

The white-robed old man carefully looked at the Confucian in front of him, and this person made him a little unable to see through:

"Who are you? There was a righteous aura in that voice just now, are you a Confucian disciple of the Hanlin Academy?" Jiang Wenhe asked with a frown, from the realm sense, he couldn't see the depth of the Confucian in cloth.

"Are you the elder of the Jiang family?" Confucius straightened his clothes and straightened up.

"I'm an elder, how?"

The young man bowed down and performed a Confucian salute and asked, "Can you introduce me to a good philosopher?"

Hearing this, Jiang Wenhe's face changed for the better, and he replied:

"Yes, but you have to tell me, who are you?"

Confucian Sheng smiled slightly, and gave another Confucian salute: "Xiaosheng - Liang Wu, who has studied under the famous scholar Yu Jing Gumen for a period of time, is about to go to Guangling School to teach, passing through Guangling City, and I have come to visit Jiang Liangzhe's seniors!"

Hearing the words of Confucian Liang Wu, Jiang Wenhe's complexion changed greatly.

Yun Feng was puzzled, Jixia School Palace?

“... Is it the contemporary Confucian-Yu Jinggu of the Jixia School Palace?" Hearing this, Jiang Wenhe's face suddenly became respectful, and he greeted him with a smile.

"Exactly!"