At the end of the song, the strings stopped.

*

Inside and outside the ancient pavilion, applause rang out.

The little prince was slightly stunned, followed the sound, and looked at the woman outside the pavilion.

This woman is Xiaolongmei.

She has just come out of the customs and has already practiced the change magic power on the "Shaoyan Yi Xingjing".

"Sister Xiaolong, Xiao Yan and the others are probably in some small trouble, maybe you can help resolve it. The little prince said with a guilty face.

Xiaolongmei nodded. Without further ado, he turned and walked away.

Entering a side room, a picture was taken from the storage bag, and the woman in the painting was Wen Zhuangyuan.

In the cultivation room, the dantian vitality runs out, and by filling or extracting musculoskeletal cells, every part of the face is completed without any abnormal feeling.

At this moment, she has become almost exactly the same existence as Wen Zhuangyuan.

Immediately, with a graceful running posture, she shook Xiao Xiang's shoulders and took an elegant little lotus step, as if traveling through time and space, the surrounding scene fell into blur, chaos flickered by, and her figure was shrouded in a hazy moon halo......

*

Thousands of miles away.

Dan clan, plateau clan.

On the vast Gobi Desert, a cliff valley twists and turns, stretching towards the sky.

In the silent cliff valley, only the sound of Xiao Xiao was left.

Suddenly, there was a brisk sound of horses galloping in the valley.

The dead cliff valley was suddenly full of aura.

"It's here, it's ahead!" a clear and melodious voice sounded immediately.

Breaking into this canyon are two stone horses, one strong and one thin.

The two people sitting on horseback were none other than Wen Zhuangyuan and Xiao Yan, the puppet of Thunderbolt.

In front of the two of them is a ruin.

The two came to an open field between the ruins, turned over and dismounted.

"Twenty years ago, there was a village here, and then there was a mudslide, and no one in the village was spared. Wen Zhuangyuan said sadly.

"Well, you see, the fenced off place is the ruins of a pagoda, which has now become a lonely ridge, and the ruins of the pagoda can still be seen faintly. Wen Zhuangyuan pointed ahead.

"Don't underestimate this place, it's now enclosed in a private hunting ground, guarded by a special person. Wen Zhuangyuan Yingying smiled.

As soon as Wen Zhuangyuan said this, behind the ruins of the pagoda, a figure quietly loomed, hiding in the dark corner, and after snooping for a while, he turned around and left the ruins and flew away in the direction of the mansion.

"Let's practice in this place. Wen Zhuangyuan said. On the way just now, Xiao Yan, the thunderbolt puppet, promised to teach her the exercises.

*

Xiao Yan, the thunderbolt puppet, happily agreed, moved his muscles and bones, and said, "What do you want to learn?"

"Sucking the palm?"

"Blowing the palm of fire?"

"Or is it 'Eight Poles Collapse'?"

"Or 'Three Thousand Thunders'?"

*

Wen Zhuangyuan smiled and said, "Then let's learn from scratch." ”

Then, with a slap of the storage bag, he grabbed an inkstone that flew out with a wave of his hand.

There is a palm-shaped groove on the surface of the lower layer of the inkstone, and you can touch the laws of literature and Taoism by simply placing the palm of your hand into this groove.

"Then let's learn the Eight Extremes. Xiao Yan said, "Start with the first lesson, it is very practical for low cultivation. ”

"It's about internal strength, but it's different from running. As long as the meridians of the body are properly protected, they will not be harmed. ”

Wen Zhuangyuan pondered for a while, nodded with a hint of curiosity. Then he handed the inkstone to Xiao Yan, the thunderbolt puppet.

Xiao Yan, the thunderbolt puppet, stretched out his right palm and pressed it into the palm-shaped groove on the back of the inkstone.

While the exercises were running secretly, a relief-like font appeared on the front of the inkstone.

"Collapse!"

The meaning of the Eight Poles Collapse, which is under the effect of the laws of literature and Taoism, the martial art of the Eight Poles Collapse, into the form of words.

The whole font exudes a wisp of cold light.

One stroke at a time, rough and wild, unrestrained and changeable, suitable for different people.

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