In the blink of an eye, Ye Qianqiu had been in Changchun Valley for more than a year.

After more than a year of recovery, his basic movements are no longer restricted, and he is able to move around without crutches.

It's just that some of the meridians in his body are still being reshaped and restored.

Ye Qianqiu estimated that it would take at least another year to recover.

In Changchun Valley for more than a year, Ye Qianqiu has a leisurely feeling.

The people in the valley are very nice, and at first they may not be very familiar to everyone, and they are still a little unfamiliar.

But after more than a year of getting along, Ye Qianqiu has been getting along happily with the people here.

He has also learned some of the local dialect of the Naxi people, and he has been able to communicate with the people in the valley simply.

In the early morning of this day, Ye Qianqiu walked out of the wooden house as usual and started Tai Chi not far from the mountain spring of the high mountain stream.

Ye Qianqiu practiced Tai Chi in order to make his body recover faster.

At first, the people in the valley were a little curious, but later, they were not surprised.

"One movement and one stillness, one yin and one yang, both rigid and soft."

"Brother Ye's boxing technique, the more you look at it, the more flavorful it becomes."

"Brother Ye is young, but his boxing skills have everyone's taste, and it seems that he also has a family history and has the guidance of famous experts."

Ye Qianqiu's Tai Chi was halfway through, and he heard someone talking on the side.

The person who came was no stranger, it was the middle-aged man with black and white hair.

"Mr. Zhong Yin, it's early."

Ye Qianqiu said hello to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man is not a local, it is said that he inadvertently broke into the Changchun Valley twenty years ago, and never went out after entering the valley.

The people in the valley call him Mr. Zhong Yin.

Zhong Yin also punched on the side, but what he did was not Tai Chi, but a kind of boxing that Ye Qianqiu couldn't name.

The two were boxing and chatting.

"Brother Ye is also Han......"

"Yes, my ancestral home is Suzhou."

"It turns out that Brother Ye is from Suzhou, so we are still half a fellow countryman, I am from Pengcheng, Xuzhou."

"It turns out that my brother is from Pengcheng."

"yes......"

"I heard Ayu say that my brother has been settling in this valley for twenty years?"

"Almost, I don't know the years in the mountains, and twenty years is a flick of a finger......"

After a set of punches, the small talk is almost over.

Ye Qianqiu went back to the wooden house to rest.

Mr. Zhong Yin looked at Ye Qianqiu's departing back and thought thoughtfully.

The days passed.

The days in the valley are quiet and peaceful, and it seems that the passing of time is not felt at all.

Ye Qianqiu had a vague illusion, as if the people in the valley didn't seem to grow old easily.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons turn, and in the blink of an eye, another year has passed.

The injuries on Ye Qianqiu's body were almost healed.

Over the past year, he and Mr. Zhong Yin have also become acquainted.

The two often sit on the boulder and talk freely, and there is a feeling of hating each other.

Mr. Zhong Yin has a high level of cultural literacy, and he is amazed to paint any picture.

Seeing the beautiful scenery and sometimes singing poems, it is really extraordinary.

Ye Qianqiu learned a lot from Mr. Zhong Yin.

And Zhong Yin also seemed to be very interested in Ye Qianqiu.

On this day, Aryo, who was patrolling Taniguchi, brought back a few more people.

The people of the valley warmly welcomed these guests from outside the valley.

During the banquet, Ye Qianqiu knew that the guests outside the valley were swallow pickers from the Wuyi clan.

The so-called swiftlet picker is a person who collects swiftlet bird's nest on the high mountain cliffs.

The few swift pickers spent a day in the valley, describing the world beyond the valley.

Most of the people in the valley have never seen the outside world, and they are basically in the valley from birth to death.

There are young people who yearn for the world beyond the valley.

I want to go out with the Yanke picker.

He was stopped by four very prestigious old men in the valley.

A day later, the swallow pickers left the valley.

There were several young people standing on the branches of the big trees, looking forward to seeing the outside world.

The days in the valley became quiet and peaceful again.

Until this day.

The valley suddenly became lively.

Ye Qianqiu walked out to take a look.

I saw Mr. Zhong Yin sitting on a big rock.

The four old men in the valley sat around Mr. Zhong Yin's east, west, north, and south directions.

I saw Mr. Zhong Yin sitting cross-legged on the big rock, and said loudly: "Qianweng, Kunweng, Liweng, Kanweng." ”

"Today is the day I break the formation!"

The four old men with white hair and white clothes were guarding in four directions.

I saw one of them say loudly: "Mr. Zhong Yin, you have been in my Changchun Valley for 20 years, haven't you let go of all kinds of falsehoods outside the valley?" ”

Mr. Zhong Yin said loudly: "How dare you forget the pain of the skin? ”

"All thoughts are dead people, I have already died once, since God will not let me die, then I should keep a useful body and wash away the old grievances!"

At this time, another old man said: "Mr. Zhong Yin, you are now twenty out of sixty, if you go out of the valley, how many days can you live?" ”

"Did you really think it through?"

Mr. Zhong Yin continued: "Han Gaozu embarked on the road of resisting Qin at the age of forty-eight and ascended to the throne at the age of fifty-three. ”

"Lian Po is old, and he can still eat."

"Although I am twenty-two out of sixty, as long as I can get the divine book, I will devote my life to recovering my country and avenging my country!"

"Four seniors, there is no need to persuade me again, I have made up my mind, please make a move!"

The four old men all shook their heads slightly, and then, they each made a decision.

"!"

"Kun!"

"Leave!"

"Kan!"

Four old men, reading four different words.

The next moment, I saw that in the sky above the valley, a blue light suddenly rose, gradually turning into a circle of light, and headed towards Mr. Zhong Yin, who was sitting in the center of the big stone.

Mr. Zhong Yin's face was calm, his long hair fluttering, and his eyes were full of determination.

I saw him raise his hand and point, and a pale white energy gushed out from his fingertips, breaking directly towards the circle of blue light!

"The Book of God, I am determined to get it!"

The white light on Mr. Zhong Yin's body suddenly rose, as if an immortal god had descended to earth.

At this time, the men and women standing in the valley watching the battle were staring intently.

Ye Qianqiu felt the majestic energy, and couldn't help but secretly say: "This is the real top master!" ”

Although Ye Qianqiu's internal strength has been completely lost at this moment, and his muscles and bones have been reshaped, his eyesight is still there.

He knew that not everyone in this Changchun Valley could practice martial arts.

However, a character like the four white-clothed old men is a real master.

And Mr. Zhong Yin can defeat four with one, which shows his high skill.

Mountain springs are constantly falling from mountain streams.

Under the shadow of the mountain spring, there seems to be a cave in the background.

I only heard Mr. Zhong Yin shouting.

"Up!"

The next moment, I saw Mr. Zhong Yin's whole person floating, and the majestic energy emanated from all sides of his body.

Rumble!

Energetic!

The four old men in white all fell backwards.

Then, Mr. Zhong Yin landed on the boulder and arched his hand: "Four seniors, offended." ”

The four old men in white slowly stood up and bowed to Mr. Zhong Yin.

"The talent of a gentleman is really something I have only seen in my life."

"The divine book is in the fountain of youth, please take it yourself."

When Mr. Zhong Yin heard this, he plunged headlong into the mountain spring cave under the big stone.

After a while, I heard Mr. Zhong Yin's laughter from the cave.

"And be free, a comfortable nest, years old, longevity."

"Winning or losing, and people are counting it. The sky is dark, and the stars are moving. ”

"The wind is tight, and the wind is chaotic. The red face is old, and it is gorgeous in an instant. ”

"The dream is true, the words are real."

"What a divine book, what a divine book, Changchun is not old, Changchun is not old!"

"Zhao Er, Zhao Er, I will definitely overthrow your Zhao Song Dynasty in this life!"