Fu Yao dances without a fixed dance posture, it is completely casual, but it is natural and smooth, and it can be seen that she does have a talent for dancing.

After a dance, Fu Yao smiled very seriously and happily, she wiped the shiny fine sweat on her forehead with her wide long sleeves, and then sat back in the crowd, and said with a smile: "Today is very sexual, I haven't let go like this for a long time." ”

Yu Xuan nodded and said: "We have a lot of fun watching it, it's very pleasing to the eye, it would be nice to have more occasions like this in the future." ”

The two women looked at each other and smiled.

At this moment, Xiao Jiansheng has been in that kind of selfless meditation.

He was still feeling the lake, and at the same time, according to the memories left by the patriarch, he subtly adjusted his breathing and meditation methods, so that the lake water grew bit by bit.

The water in the lake rose and retreated, and retreated and rose, and a delicate white mist lingered on the surface of the lake, like clouds in the sky falling to the ground, making the interior of his divine mansion look like an illusion.

Every time the lake recedes, the lake expands in a small way, but it is an accumulation. I don't know how many times it has been cycled like this, and the water in the lake is faintly about to overflow the lake embankment, but it is always a line off, but Xiao Jiansheng just watched quietly, meditated quietly on the surface of the lake, and was not in a hurry.

It wasn't until dawn that Xiao Jiansheng opened his eyes leisurely, feeling that his head was a little swollen and uncomfortable, so he took out a water hyacinth and poured a few mouthfuls of cold water, wet his palms with his hands, slapped them on his forehead, stretched a few lazy waists comfortably, and smiled apologetically at everyone: "Is it a little bad for your interest?"

Yu Xuan chuckled: "Where, we were all watching Fu Yao dance, and we didn't notice you at all." ”

Lu Yishan echoed Yu Xuan and nodded.

Xiao Jiansheng glared at Lu Yishan, and then looked at Fu Yao, as if he had something to say, but he didn't know how to say it, just in the interval between Xiao Jiansheng sorting out his words, Fu Yao said coldly: "Seeing that your mental power has been expanding, is it going to break the wall, then wouldn't I congratulate you on entering the ranks of the Four Rank Nian Masters." ”

Xiao Jiansheng shook his head awkwardly and said: "It's a pity, it's a little bit worse, I still like your kind of appearance that people don't want to enter, and I will continue to maintain it in the future." ”

Fu Yao snorted coldly at Xiao Jian defiantly.

Xiao Jiansheng didn't care, closed his eyes again, and continued to meditate.

According to the memories instilled in him by the patriarch and the old man before leaving, the filling tide of the lake is not directly related to the telekinetic power, the real telekinesis is the delicate white mist floating on the surface of the lake, those white mist are not formed by the lake rising, but the scope is expanding with the expansion of the lake surface, and when the lake water rushes the embankment, it is the time when the grade of the nunshi increases.

After merging the five realms, you need to meditate on your natal stars.

In the same way, to practice chanting, you need to meditate on the lake in the Divine Mansion, and that lake also has a very catchy name, the name Guanxin Lake. The practice is also very demanding: the five senses are peaceful, the mind is empty, the mind is pure, and the mind is increased. To put it bluntly, it is to stop all activities of the five senses, and only when the mind moves around the lake without stopping at all, can the mind become more and more surging.

The highest level of chanting is divine art, which is an unknowable realm, as Fu Yao said, referring to clouds as mountains, referring to qi as rivers, the world is changing, and there is only one thought.

When Xiao Jiansheng opened his eyes again, the sky was already bright, the gray sky, low clouds, like a funnel around the sky above everyone's heads, the center of the funnel should be a bright skylight, compared with the outside world, there is no sun in the mound, which surprised Xiao Jiansheng, he wanted to ask Fu Yao if she knew what the sun was called, but as soon as she turned around, Fu Yao had already packed her things and left alone.

At the same time, Yu Xuan and Lu Yishan have also hit the road.

Xiao Jiansheng hurriedly packed up his things and caught up, Fu Yao said heavily: "The growth of mental power needs to accumulate over time, the heart is silent in the year, don't be anxious, if you say a shortcut, it is not nothing, the classics in the clan record that if you get the divine wood, you can travel thousands of miles in a day, but the divine wood is a legendary artifact, as for whether there is or not, there are still two words." ”

Xiao Jiansheng paused and said, "Thank you for the reminder." ”

Fu Yao complained: "I just feel sorry for that drop of blood essence." ”

Xiao Jiansheng replied: "Don't worry, before leaving the shrine, I will return it to you, I have always been very clear, especially I don't like to take advantage of women." ”

Fu Yao sneered and muttered, as if to say: If you get cheap, you still sell well, do you still take less of the old lady's cheapness?

However, Xiao Jiansheng should not be able to hear this sentence, otherwise maybe the two of them will turn over the old accounts.

The sky was bright, but the low houses of the village were still dark and in the middle of winter, and the fire in the adobe furnace under the low wall had not been completely extinguished, and the red fire was blown by the morning wind, and the four figures had gone away. Not far from here is the Borrowed Soldier Mountain, separated by a vast 800-mile uninhabited area.

Legend has it that in this no-man's land, there was a battle between heaven and man a long time ago, and it is unknown who won and whether there were any survivors.

In addition to the grass in the no-man's land, everywhere is full of dead air, the weather is also elusive changes, between the sky and the earth are gray, if it is not for the chaotic sky dome covered with funnel-shaped clouds, it is difficult to distinguish the sky and the earth, the earth is full of devastation, walking here, yesterday seems to be vivid, but the sword light has passed, the sword shadow has also dimmed, only the wind blows the wild grass to move, and the fine sand can be seen everywhere between the gravel and the broken spear.

Looking from afar, just above these remnants, a number of dangerous peaks rise from the ground, standing between the gap between the sky and the earth, as if falling from the sky, overlapping and heavy, one peak is higher than the other, but it is not a single grass, revealing an endless desolate atmosphere.

It is also rumored that the Borrowed Soldier Mountain is where the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals store the weapons of the gods, which is storage, and naturally has different protections, not to mention that ordinary people are close to the Borrowed Soldiers Mountain, and there is no possibility of even crossing the no-man's land.

Suffice it to say, nothing is unusual for anything to happen here.

Nearly noon, the wind rose in the no-man's land, and the yellow-brown wind swept the entire borrowed soldier mountain, and it was impossible to peek into the situation inside, and at this moment there was a team of fifteen people who were blocked from the wind, and they tried all kinds of methods but could not rush into the wind, and the group was scarred and out of breath.

Just after these people had rested, they decided to gather the strength of everyone and try again, when someone suddenly pointed to the yellow-brown sky dome and exclaimed: "Big guy, look, isn't that the corpse of those unlucky ghosts who entered the shrine with us?"

Everyone looked at the air together, and sure enough, there were three corpses in the air that were thrown out by the yellow wind, and the three corpses were like three tattered sacks dangling in the air, high and low, and after the three corpses were far away from the wind area, they fell to the ground rapidly, and smashed on a wordless stone tablet several feet high, and immediately shattered their bones.

A fat white boy in the crowd, who was tightly wrapped, gloated in the direction of the three corpses, and said in a low voice: "If you die, you will have one less competitor, and it is best that there are few dead people left in our group, so why can't we start an ancient artifact by ourselves." ”

No one agreed, but they really agreed from the bottom of their hearts.

The next day, the wind stopped, and everyone packed up their belongings and continued to walk towards the Borrowed Soldier Mountain, when four brisk figures appeared behind the crowd.