The "Fuyao Trial" is held after thirty years, and the cities held every year are in the capital of the dynasty, and the flowers fall in the ancient capitals of each dynasty, and this year's "Fuyao Trial" will be held in Yingdu, the capital of the Great Chu Dynasty.

In fact, since the beginning of spring, the population flow in the territory of the Great Chu Dynasty has begun to increase, and many families and cultivation places have left their own mountains in advance, and there is still some time before the "Fuyao Trial", so they will go to Yingdu while browsing the great mountains and rivers.

As a prestigious city of the Great Chu Dynasty, Longhu City is more crowded than in the past, and there are many people with foreign accents pointing at the foot of the ordinary mountain and the peach blossoms, and there are several more boats on the vast lake of Longhu.

Ah Qing is not in a hurry to "shake the test" after thirty years.

The anxious thing is that he has long wanted to leave Longhu City, and the young man wants to see the world of flowers outside, but Vice President Song explicitly forbade Ah Qing to leave Longhu City, and Ah Qing has not even been able to return to the small village where he grew up for two years.

What is not in a hurry is that he does not feel that his current state of mind and initial realm cultivation is inappropriate, and he is not in a hurry or impatient. In the past two years, he has been reading books, and he has read almost all the books on the sixth floor of the library once, and even made notes on each of them, and there are dozens of notebooks on the desk in his room.

It is a good habit to take notes, and you can sort out the whole reading process of the book you are reading from beginning to end, and use the notebook to remember it in your mind. Ah Qing's memory has always been good, but he is far from remembering, so he needs to read his notes to consolidate his knowledge.

This knowledge includes the learning of hundreds of schools of thought, anecdotes from all over the world, famous works on the art of war, moral articles, obscure Taoist Buddhist scriptures, and the practice of the six realms under the practice of the saints, including the mottled martial arts from all over the world.

Ah Qing listened to his master Cao Qingshan's words very much and read the book attentively, so he could see Zhao Quan's "Heaven Shaking Fist Spectrum" at a glance and use it freely.

Yes, in the battle of Tinglanlou that day, after he saw the boxing technique used by Zhao Quan, he went through the boxing book in his mind, so he played the Heaven-Shaking Fist.

At the moment, Ah Qing stood alone on the high boulder behind the ordinary mountain, meditating and feeling the aura of heaven and earth, the warm spring sun sprinkled on Ah Qing's shoulders, and his hair was also a little golden in the light.

Ah Qing will come every day, the time is uncertain, and he will only practice for one hour, eliminating all the distracting thoughts in his heart and feeling the flow and change of the aura between heaven and earth.

The aura of heaven and earth is formless and colorless, and it flows naturally in the wind, rain, sunshine, and even in the moonlight and starlight.

Spiritual cultivation is to communicate the aura of heaven and earth, and when the thought is strong enough and dedicated enough, it can be pulled into the qi and transformed into some incredible power.

It sounds simple, but it's actually very simple for Aqing. He didn't need to have strong thoughts, the aura of heaven and earth would naturally converge on him, he only needed to concentrate on transforming it into spiritual power, and a drop of spiritual power would be integrated into the spiritual pool in the qi mansion.

Ah Qing is very single-minded in reading books and doing things, but he is not single-minded at all in spiritual cultivation.

The water drops wear the stone, not the power of the water, but the power of perseverance. In the same way, the amount of water in the spiritual pool is the result of the accumulation of this drop of spiritual power.

Originally, the scene of Ah Qingqi Mansion should have been a continuous stream of drops of spiritual power, but at the moment, it was a strange phenomenon of large beads and small beads occasionally falling into the spirit pool.

The reason why it is strange is because at this time, his body is surrounded by a thick aura, and Ah Qing seems to be unaware, and he is weak for three thousand, and he only takes one scoop to absorb it.

In Gao Yangyue's words, it is a tyrannical thing.

As long as any practitioner is by Ah Qing's side at this time, his cultivation will get twice the result with half the effort. This boulder is Gao Yangyue's territory, and Gao Yangyue rarely cultivates with Ah Qing, because she said that it is always bad to eat too much of the great supplement.

Yuan Huanhuan often complained about his slow cultivation speed, and Gao Yangyue once recommended Ah Qing to him and let him practice with Ah Qing.

Two big men stood on the boulder and pointed out the country with pride.

It's just that after the two of them practiced together for an hour that afternoon, Yuan Huanhuan returned to the courtyard with a flushed face, and never practiced with Ah Qing again, saying that he needed to digest it well after eating.

The wind and clouds are moving, among the sunshine and peach blossoms, Aqing "squanders" to his heart's content.

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The crowd at the gate of Longhu City did not follow the crowd, not just because of the cold light halberd in the hands of the black-armored soldiers at the city gate, but because there was a strange person in the queue.

The long queue was interrupted by this person, and there were several empty seats in front of this person, and there were also several empty seats behind him.

This person is dressed in a pitch-black robe from top to bottom, and the starlight on the robe is shining, even in the sun, the starlight on the black robe is still dazzling, and ordinary people will feel dizzy when they look directly at it for a moment.

The face under the brim of the black hat was blurred, as if there were clouds covering the mist, and it could only be vaguely seen that it was a young man's face.

"Is this someone from the Star Celestial Prison?" someone in the crowd whispered.

"This dress can be seen by the blind, and you still need to say it. One said disdainfully.

"The Fuyao trial will not be held until thirty years, and isn't it held in Yingdu? Why did this adult come to Longhu City?"

"I want to know, too, why don't you go up and ask?"

“......”

The eyes of all the people at the city gate were on this person, and there were many outsiders who looked at this person with awe in their eyes.

Even some bold women looked at the figure of the Star Heavenly Prison and wanted to go up and chat a few words, thinking that they would not be left out in the cold, and if they got three or two words of guidance, the walker would have a lot less bends along the way.

And some walkers quietly calculated in their hearts, not the catties and taels of this Star Heavenly Supervisor, but their own catties, because they didn't know if they were qualified to talk to this person.

No one doubted the authenticity of this person's clothes, because no one had ever dared to pretend to be Xingtianjian.

As eternal as the heavens, the earth, the sun and the moon are the stars, the stars in the night sky hide countless mysteries, and the starry sky watchers determine the horoscope.

Xingtianjian will only appear in the world when the Fuyao trial is held every year, and will give two or three sentences of guidance to "destined people".

It's not a charlatan who pinched his fingers to calculate blessings and misfortunes, as long as you took out the silver taels on your waist and told you the way to welcome blessings and avoid disasters.

It is recorded that all those who have been instructed by the Star Heavenly Supervisor have made good achievements later, including battlefields, shopping malls, officialdom, etc., and even the way of practitioners.

Two thousand years ago, there was a battle between two famous geniuses at the time, and the battle process was extremely exciting.

When one of them won a crushing victory, Lord Star Heavenly Supervisor, who was overseeing the battle, announced the result as usual, and then walked to an ordinary young man watching the battle on the sidelines and said a word to him.

The civilian boy was stunned on the spot when he heard this, and after coming back to his senses, he wanted to bow in the direction of Lord Xingtianjian's departure, but he couldn't bend his knees no matter what.

Five years later, this teenager participated in the Fuyao test and won the first place, shocking the world, and the road of the walker was singing all the way. This man who was told by the word slew countless demon walkers on the Terran border, and disappeared after becoming holy, and it is rumored that he became a part of the Star Heavenly Prison.

"Miraculous" means wonderful, and this word could not be more appropriate to describe Xingtianjian.

The Star Heaven Supervisor at the gate of Longhu City didn't seem to know anything about the strange environment he was in, and he would advance one point if the team entering the city advanced one point, otherwise he would just stand there quietly.

Many people were eager to try, until the gate guards respectfully allowed the person to enter the city, and no one came forward to talk to him.

It's not that he doesn't dare, it's just that this person is obviously standing there, but he has a sense of being out of reach in his heart, as if he is looking up at the sky full of stars and reaching out to pick up the stars, just delusional.

When the Star Heavenly Supervisor walked into Longhu City, all pedestrians avoided it, and the bustling crowd automatically gave way to a road.

He walked unhurriedly, his steps were steady, and the mopping robe that accompanied the night and the starry sky was clean and dusty.

Pedestrians forget to walk, peddlers forget to sell, the windows of restaurants and inns are crowded with people's heads, and everyone's eyes are moving with this person's walking.

He stopped at the hands of a middle-aged woman who held a straw stick filled with a variety of rock sugar gourds, including hawthorn, orange petals, kiwi and grapes...... They are all wrapped in a crystal clear rock candy coat, which refracts the light in the starlight, and looks very delicious.

He lifted his wide cuffs, took out a silver ingot from his bosom that was enough to buy a full stick, and put it into the hands of the stunned woman, the palm of which was slender and the fingers were slender.

"I want two strings of sugar gourds. "I can tell from the gentle male voice that he is not very old.

Without waiting for the woman to reply, he took two strings of red and attractive hawthorn sugar gourds from the grass and wood sticks, and handed them to the girl next to him, who had also come to buy sugar gourds.

The girl was dressed in a cyan plain gauze skirt, with a strange jade pen hanging from her waist, and her aura eyes looked at the rock sugar gourd handed in front of her and blinked.

Su Huahua asked, "You invite me to eat?"

The Star Heavenly Prison boy nodded and did not speak.

Su Huahua was not polite, he took the sugar gourd with a smile, tore off the glutinous rice thin coat, and bit off the largest hawthorn, his small mouth bulged out and said vaguely: "Thank you, Ang!"

Su Huahua thought to himself at this time: That's great! Save money for a string of sugar gourds.

The young man from Xingtianjian continued to move forward, and Su Huahua hurriedly followed the footsteps and walked side by side.

The woman selling the rock sugar gourd was still stunned on the spot, until the rock sugar gourd full of grass and wood sticks was snapped up, and she held dozens of ingots of silver in her arms before she came back to her senses.

Su Huahua looked sideways at the young man who was taller than himself, and whispered to himself: "The same height, the same good-looking eyes, but not as good-looking as Ah Qing." ”

The young man of Xingtian Prison continued to move forward as soon as his pace lagged, holding a rock sugar gourd in his hand, and his face was still like a cloud. The direction he was heading was the northern suburbs of the city.

There is a mountain on the outskirts, and on the hill there is a teenager who condescendingly squanders his aura.

There was a lake next to the mountain, and no one noticed that there was a blood-red glow at the bottom of the lake.

The young man from Xingtianjian came to the foot of the ordinary mountain and looked up at the mountain, and Ah Qing opened his eyes to look at the foot of the mountain.

The young man who was supposed to be unable to see his face clearly due to his small height, was now in front of the young man on the mountain.

It was a featureless juvenile face, except for a pair of eyes.

The eyes of the boy on the mountain are as bright as the stars, and the eyes of the boy below the mountain are as deep as the night.

Su Huahua squinted his eyes and looked at the mountain, then looked around, gritted his teeth at the bare rock sugar gourd wooden stick, and turned his head to look in the direction of the emerald pine forest Longhu.

The young man of the Star Heavenly Prison threw the hawthorn rock sugar gourd in his hand and said, "Please eat." ”

So the string of red rock sugar gourds crossed the peach blossom forest, the glutinous rice clothes swayed in the spring breeze, and finally the rock sugar gourd was held in Ah Qing's hand.

Ah Qing smiled and said, "Thank you, Ang." ”