The Three Qingdao Fruits are the condensation of Yanshi's own "Qingweitian", "Yuyutian" and "Da Chitian". Once integrated in three days, there is a chance to step into the realm of immortality.

In fact, it is useless to understand this matter, there has been no Sanqingjing Yanshi on the mainland for more than a thousand years, and the reason for this is that all the heroes have their own ideas.

Some people think that the luck of the Star Essence Continent has been suppressed by the power, resulting in the lack of some kind of vital spiritual essence.

Some people think that the passage to the Star Spirit Realm was closed by the power, causing the strong people in the Star Luo Realm to be unable to perceive the power of the Star Realm and understand the Three Qings.

Either way, it seems to have something to do with a certain power.

At this time, Mo Qiuhuai flipped through the classics in front of him, and he felt a little crying and laughing.

This classic is written by the pen spirit here, and it specializes in analyzing the interesting facts of the four directions of the Star Continent.

The book said that the reason why there was no Sanqing Realm Yanshi in the Xingyun Continent was because of its own Yanshi exercises.

In detail, the Yanshi of the Star Yun Continent has been practicing the Martial Arts Internal Strength Mind Method for more than a thousand years, but no one has ever created a Xingyun Gong Method that belongs to their own cultivation according to their own Yan Spirit.

The focus of the Xingyun Exercise is to strengthen the Yan Spirit, so that it can successfully open the power of the third awakening.

At this time, there will be a heavenly thunder tribulation, refining the Yan Spirit, so that it has the energy of the star spirit.

This qi can guide the Yanshi to find his way to the Star Spirit Realm.

Closing the book, Mo Qiuhuai closed his eyes tightly, and followed the instructions on the last page of the book to operate the star accumulation in his body.

The inner wall of the closed pavilion flashes the star map landscape, and everywhere reflects each other, as if it is a long-lost whispered exchange.

Mo Qiuhuai opened his eyes and saw himself standing in the starry sky, looking at the vast stars in fascination, and not far away saw a figure waving his arms constantly, not knowing what he was doing.

A star flickered, turning into a firefly to lead Mo Qiuhuai forward.

"You...... Is it the pen spirit?"

The fireflies flickered a few times and slowly flew towards the figure in the distance.

It was a stout young man, constantly wielding his axe at a long-dead tree. The axe looked extremely sharp and slashed at the tree, but the gap it caused quickly healed.

"Hello, big brother. ”

Mo Qiuhuai didn't know what to call the young man in front of him, so he had to greet politely.

The man didn't seem to hear Mo Qiuhuai's words, and he didn't realize that someone next to him was watching him cut down the tree, so he just waved the axe and struggled to cut down the dead tree.

"Big brother, what are you doing?" Mo Qiuhuai asked again.

The man still didn't answer, and Mo Qiuhuai was about to collapse.

I had no choice but to sit cross-legged and hold my head with my hands on my head, like a flower that had just bloomed. The pen spirit also perched quietly on Mo Qiuhuai's knees, silently watching all this.

Bu Forging said that it is necessary to rely on one's own understanding here, and if you realize it, it is an opportunity.

It's just that I don't know if Master Mo realized anything back then. Will he be the same as the ink master, will he realize the same thing?

A strong man with the spirit of a foolish man, perseveringly cutting down a dead tree, and the wound he cut quickly healed. And so on, like time, there is no end at all.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Qiuhuai was bored and almost went crazy.

The person cutting down the tree in front of him is either blind or deaf, or an NPC.

NPCs are cyber characters who are not self-aware, just like the strong man in front of them, who will just repeat the same actions over and over again.

Mo Qiuhuai took a closer look at the strong man and found that his face had changed slightly.

Mo Qiuhuai rubbed his eyes and found that the strong man slowly grew a thick beard, and in a few breaths, his face was full of beards.

As time went on, the man's face grew older and his beard turned gray. The muscles began to relax, and the axe-wielding hands gradually lost their strength.

Finally, the act of cutting down trees stopped.

The strong man of the year was already dying, looking at the dead tree in front of him, his sad eyes had two lines of tears.

He lay limply on the ground, gasping for breath and coughing twice.

"Hey, uncle, are you okay?"

Mo Qiuhuai asked slowly, but there was no response. To the old man, he is an air, not a creature who can talk.

Mo Qiuhuai seemed to think of something and sighed.

It's so boring, I really don't know why I have to experience everything inexplicable in front of me, but he seems to have a feeling, and he always feels that everything he sees in front of him is so familiar, but so strange.

The old man lying on the ground, staring at the dead tree in front of him that he had cut down all his life, finally died unwillingly.

Hey, hey, isn't it just that you didn't cut down a dead and broken tree, and it's worth such a pity?

Mo Qiuhuai was very puzzled, he just felt a little sad, this sadness was actually a little empathetic.

The pen spirit flew up and landed in front of his eyes.

Mo Qiu had a feeling that Bi Ling wanted to talk to him.

Inexplicably emotionally surged, Mo Qiuhuai slowly spoke.

Brother Biling, fortunately, I am Mo Qiuhuai.

I didn't call it that before, but ...... It doesn't matter, the name, it's just a code name and a title.

I was originally an aspiring young man on earth who did nothing, just graduated from college, found a decent job, and rented a small house.

Go to and from work every day, with little to no rest.

Every day when I wake up, I always wonder if my life is over.

With a meager salary, I worked hard to keep myself alive, and I felt that I was living a good life and sad before closing my eyes every day.

Like a dog, every day for a bite to eat, wagging his tail to his boss and begging for mercy.

I do boring work every day, and I can't be interested, so I can't do anything famous. The excitement and passion at the time of graduation have long been tormented by firewood, rice, oil and salt.

So, ah, I resigned myself to my fate......

In this life, this can only be the case......

But will there be an afterlife?

If you dream every day that you have an afterlife, don't live this life that you don't want.

But I was very unwilling, looking at myself who was trying to survive, I still didn't have any achievements......

Mo Qiuhuai lowered his head, and suddenly, his eyelids rose. His eyes widened, staring at the dead tree in front of him, and the old man lying on the ground, staring blankly, as if he had thought of something.

"I see!" Mo Qiuhuai exclaimed, "Isn't my state of mind at this time exactly the same as that of the old man now? I have never lived happily, but I have been constantly driven by a predestined fate, exhausted my life's energy, and in the end I can only look at my life of inaction, and I will not be able to see it!"

"Hahahaha...... Sure enough, Mo Qiuhuai couldn't understand the riddle placed here because he didn't have such an experience as you...... Yan Shi, who was born in the Star Yun Continent, no matter how ordinary his qualifications are, can't really have the kind of unwillingness to fate that mortals have!"

The corpse, which had been cold for a long time, suddenly sat up straight, and a chilling smile erupted from its thin face.

The old man's appearance changed, and he became an immortal with long eyebrows and beard, and fairy wind and bones.

"You are?"

"The Celestial Realm calls me the Old God, but I prefer my original name. ”

Mo Qiu asked stupidly, "Your original name?"

The immortal's lean face was radiant.

The essence of his eyes seemed to be penetrating Mo Qiuhuai's soul.

Mo Qiuhuai suddenly felt that his soul was like a woman without clothes, being peeked at every inch of his skin with a sinful look by an old man.

The old man smiled: "My original name and surname are Xingyun Pangu. Xingyun is my surname, and Pangu is my name. ”