After hearing this, Lu Yang's heart was happy, since there is no malice, then I want to see and see, what is the mystery of the martial arts on this third stone tablet.

In the space of the stone stele, the chaotic aura is swirling, hazy, mysterious and profound.

Lu Yang's spiritual power was dispersed, and he walked forward cautiously step by step, under the detection of his spiritual power, Lu Yang did not feel the danger, and gradually, Lu Yang's travel speed accelerated.

Lu Yang didn't know how long he had been walking in this stone tablet space, and gradually the chaotic qi became thinner.

Lu Yang raised his head and looked at the sky above, his gaze could still see through the thin fog that there was a little bit of starlight above the canopy of this space.

These starlights flashed one after another, if it weren't for Lu Yang's clear memory that this was the third stone tablet space, Lu Yang could hardly tell whether this starry sky was real or fake.

"Fake ......" Lu Yang muttered in a low voice, he raised his hand and grabbed a handful of thin chaotic qi, the existence of these chaotic qi clearly told Lu Yang that this starry sky was false.

After Lu Yang stopped for a while, he continued to walk forward, and gradually the thin chaotic qi disappeared, and the space in this stone tablet clearly appeared in Lu Yang's sight.

In front of Lu Yang is a mountain range, this mountain range is no different from the mountain range in reality, there is wind, there are large forests, and there are also patches of vegetation on the ground.

However, there is no difference between this space and the real world, the only difference is that in this space, except for Lu Yang and Qing Miao, there is no life.

Lu Yang didn't know about the environment in front of him, so he didn't know what he had to do to comprehend the three words 'Realm of Thoughts'.

Lu Yang thought in his mind, and his footsteps involuntarily walked towards the mountain range in front of him.

On top of a mountain peak, Lu Yang's lonely figure sat in the open space at the top of the mountain, he felt the slightest coldness brought by the mountain wind, and then looked down at the slightly yellowed vegetation on the clearing, and his heart couldn't help but feel a trace of loneliness.

Lu Yang looked at the slightly yellowed vegetation on the ground, and the scenes of the past involuntarily appeared in Lu Yang's mind.

Before the age of eight, although his family was poor, Lu Yang grew up carefree in his childhood under the care of his parents.

When he was eight years old, a fire took away Lu Yang's carefree childhood, and he was lonely and helpless, eating leftovers from other people's rewards every day, and since then, Lu Yang has been accustomed to seeing other people's insults and white eyes. Since then, there has been a trace of stubbornness in his young heart.

Until winter came, when Lu Yang was dying, he met his mentor Bai Wendong, and Bai Wendong took him to Xuanyang Sect to accept him as a disciple.

But two years later, Lu Yang returned to the time when he was eight years old, insulting, rolling his eyes, ridiculing, and ridiculing, as if everything had returned to square one.

Five years of waste time made Lu Yang desperate, but the only trace of stubbornness in Lu Yang's heart was still there.

At this moment, a smile passed over Lu Yang's handsome face, as if a silent warmth was swaying among those slightly yellowed vegetation.

"Why, our great genius in Zhongzhou has become sentimental?" Qingmiao's voice sounded warmly in Lu Yang's mind.

"No, just remembering a little bit of the past, maybe it's the environment here. Lu Yang's faint words concealed the loneliness in his heart.

"I felt a feeling of loneliness, this feeling came from your consciousness, maybe this is your true self, and I felt the feeling of loneliness and loneliness from it. ”

"Alas, maybe my life is only suitable for the life of flying pengs, wanderers, cranes, and lonely geese, after all, in my memory, this loneliness accounts for the vast majority. ”

Lu Yang let out a long sigh, and his eyes immediately became weak.

"I think that there are not only these in your memory, there are some beautiful things that you should not forget, if you feel that those beautiful things will be eroded by the loneliness in your memory, I suggest you draw those beautiful things now, so that these beautiful things will become more profound in your memory. ”

Qingmiao's words were like a clear spring, nourishing Lu Yang's lonely heart.

Lu Yang smiled and said lightly: "This is a bit difficult, we don't seem to have any applications for painting." ”

"Call you stupid, you're really not smart, it's just a formality, why do you have to show it, can't your fingers be used as a paintbrush? Can't such a vast night sky be used as a canvas?"

Qingmiao's simple words reminded Lu Yang that Lu Yang woke up like a dream at this moment.

Lu Yang looked at the rather vast night sky in front of him, stood up, raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger, and gently crossed the night sky full of stars.

"In the future, I will use this method to record the good and remember the good ......" Lu Yang muttered, he slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, the mountain wind still did not stop, and the mountain wind blew through Lu Yang's body, curling up Lu Yang's long black hair, fluttering in the night sky.

Lu Yang closed his eyes, he didn't feel it, nor did he immerse himself in cultivation, his mind was blank, but in this blank, slowly, a pattern of flames appeared.

The flame shines brightly, and one is attracted by the magnificence of this flame at a glance, and as this flame gradually becomes clear, a wild beauty appears in the flame.

Lu Yang's eyes were slightly closed, and he used his fingers as a paintbrush and the night sky as a canvas to draw.

With each stroke, a dotted line will appear above the night sky, and this dotted line only exists in Lu Yang's spiritual world.

This dotted line can only be felt by Lu Yang and Qing Miao, the heart is the guide, and Lu Yang can see what he is drawing, or in other words, he is painting his own mind, painting his own spiritual sense, and painting his breath, so only Lu Yang himself and the green seedlings that exist in Lu Yang's mind can be felt.

Time passed slowly, Lu Yang's lonely figure stood on the mountain peak, and Lu Yang's index finger kept outlining those wonderful lines.

Until the night passed, when a round of early sun gradually revealed, Lu Yang's right hand was in the sky, and he opened his eyes.

Lu Yang smiled and looked at the sky where the morning sun was beginning to appear, if someone else was there at this time, there would be nothing unusual in this sky, but in the eyes of Lu Yang and Qingmiao, beautiful patterns appeared in this sky, these patterns include Lu Yang's parents, Lu Yang's mentor Bai Wendong, Shangguan Ling'er, Fang Qianqian, etc., etc., and of course, there is a magnificent flame.

Lu Yang was silent for a moment, his right hand was slowly lowered, Lu Yang admired his works with a smile on his face, as if at this moment, these beauties became clearer and more unforgettable than before.

However, at this moment, I saw that all the chaotic qi in this heaven and earth was rushing towards Lu Yang, and of course, there was also a trace of spiritual power in that chaotic qi......

Beixiang also wants to use his fingers as a paintbrush and the sky as a drawing board, record and subscribe to me, reward me, vote for me for recommendation, and those book friends who silently support me and cheer for me silently, thank you for the beauty you bring me, although no one reads this book, but I have the same obsession as Lu Yang in my heart, and this obsession is to finish this book, even if I am the only one left in the end, this obsession will not give up

(End of chapter)