The old master stared at the Sun One tightly, nodded, and in his eyes full of anticipation, the old demeanor of the Sun One suddenly vibrate, and a circle of light like a sun wheel on the back of his head gradually lit up. As the sun became brighter and brighter, the cave seemed to be rising in the east, although it was not as hot as the real sun, but the cave of more than 100 square meters was as bright as day. It's just that it's deep underground, and Liang brings a little vitality, but after all, it lacks that ethereal and lively atmosphere.

As if it could make people miss the warm sun of spring and autumn, the increasingly old dragon bell of the day, and the supreme mental method of forcibly urging the sun's technique, had exhausted all his strength, which was already the extreme he could bear. The old master was full of expectations, as he just said, although the art of the Sun is a magic art, it is one of the ten great magic techniques passed down from ancient times, and the magic is not all Yitong, at least the art of the Sun is like this.

The old master and the day have a special relationship, the two are based on Wenfeng Town, one is hidden in it, the other is in the outside, yin and yang complement each other, but after all, the art of the day is an external technique that can gain insight into the heavens, but I don't know if it is because of the inheritance, or some other unpredictable factors, although the Japanese still remember the oath that has been integrated into the bloodline, but it seems to have forgotten the most critical step.

Looking at the painful and chaotic appearance of the Japanese man, the old master couldn't help but sigh, he didn't know what happened in the inheritance of the Japanese one, at this time it seemed that the memory of the Japanese one was terriblely broken, no matter how magical the master's mind was, the one who played the role of a prophet could only be the Japanese art among the ten square arts.

The air inside the cavern seems to be slowly being evacuated, becoming dry and stuffy, making people sweat profusely. It seems that the one who has reached a dangerous tipping point, and from another point of view, the opportunity that the one who has had in the past as a priest is inevitably being repaid at this moment. This is not only the sun, but all those who have inherited the arts, especially those who practice easy divination, will be condemned by the so-called rules of heaven and earth.

The old master's face changed uncertainly, and seeing that the person who had been on that day seemed to be unable to support it anymore, he gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind, stretched out his right hand and wiped it out of thin air, and a flat and smooth blank space like paper suddenly appeared on the cave wall. The old master took a breath, the red tide on his face surged, and the index finger of his right hand stretched forward tapped lightly, and then it trembled very quickly, and the dust was filled, as if it was accompanied by the morning mist rising from the morning sun, and the hazy beauty was a natural harmony.

Autumn water is long, the clouds are light and the wind is light, the emerald green peaks loom in the mist, although it looks so ethereal, but it is extremely real, autumn goes to winter and spring is coming, the vista is like a fairyland, but an ancient tree in the lower left, but the leaves are already falling and yellow, under the bare branches of a section of the tree that stretches out obliquely, two or three thatched houses, half a wooden window stick, facing a winding stream. The water of the stream is crystal clear, and the unusually smooth rocks that have been washed away are faintly flashing under the refraction of the water waves.

The old master coughed lightly, and the index finger of his right hand, which was full of spirituality and soft and steel, hung down, but blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. The flat and smooth part of the cave wall presents a picture of autumn at this moment. I don't know what the old master used, the picture of the autumn vista, the distance is appropriate, the front and back are moderate, it is even more real and three-dimensional than splashing ink, or it can be said that this is not just a painting, but a virtual reproduction of a certain place.

The old master breathed slowly, and after a while, his face gradually calmed down, and after this picture of the autumn vision, he obviously seemed to have spent a lot of cultivation, but it seemed that he had recovered. Yi Dao Wengong's mind, do not cultivate the meridians, do not refine the dantian, walk is the Buddhist Mahayana epiphany road, with the artistic conception of literature to observe the operation of heaven and earth and the universe, he painted this autumn vision, it is indeed a few remaining skills, but also in this process, the mood into the natural territory of the master's Taoist Wengong, their own injuries have been healed, but it is only second, the master's mind is magical, but it also has its own place, for that kind of mysterious realm, I'm afraid no matter who it is, They can't stay in it all the time, so the old master only recovered from his injuries, but his skills have not recovered.

In the artistic conception of that autumn vision, the scene in the cave evolved in a trance, the mountains in the clouds, the retreat in front of the stream, including the chill hidden in the autumn, all of which were perfectly reflected under the mind of the master's Taoist skills. Inadvertently, the force of nature came out majesticly. He paints with imaginary fingers, the realm is transcendent, with an illusory meaning, and mobilizes the power of nature, and the mental method of Yi Daowen Kung Fu Zidao is shown to be more indescribable than Shen Lang's muddy nightmare.

At this moment, the body of the One of the Sun suddenly vibrated violently, and there was a long roar when he raised his head, and then a cloud of light rose up, from orange to red, and finally to orange, as if the sun was rising to sunset. The old master and the man felt itching between his eyebrows at the same time, and between the two of them, the light was shining, and suddenly the past events that were sealed in history were like the fallen leaves flying in the autumn wind in Wenfeng Town, and the stars appeared little by little. It's just that the information in those pictures is incoherent and chaotic, and the old master and the man of that day vaguely feel a little context between the half-understanding.

Inside the round pit that collapsed out of the center of the town. "Those blank spirits are located in the fifth and fifth equal parts of the champions, as I expected, the good flowers should be the original matching room of the champions of the past dynasties." Chen Feng's words pulled Shen Lang back from his chaotic thoughts back to the eerie Spirit Rank Tablet Forest.

"But these tablets are all in the style of the family ancestral hall." Wei Fei frowned and raised his own question, "It seems that in the ancestral hall dominated by the family, even if it is the champion body, if it is not for its special circumstances, no matter the wife or concubine, it is not qualified to enter the ancestral hall." ”

Men are inferior to women, this is the practice of the old feudal society, in ancient times, the champion was often given as a concubine, but despite this, in those who became a concubine, the identity of the princess still could not be recorded in the family tree. However, Wei Fei is not sure whether these are true, but what Chen Feng said is indeed possible. Because he, like Chen Feng, thought of a feng shui theory in an instant.