"Emperor Shuo, Aunt Ying, Demon Barrier ......"

Morning Wind muttered to himself, pondering the record on the stone wall on the first floor of the Hidden Fire Tower. After a long time, he let out a long sigh like a conclusive coffin: "This Emperor Shuo is really a reckless man!"

It's no wonder, it is not difficult to see from the records on the stone wall that this guy named Emperor Shuo first disappeared when the strong enemy attacked, and when he came back, he didn't arrest the real culprit, and he actually went on a killing spree, causing the alchemy industry to wither day by day.

After reading the records of the stone wall, Chenfeng understood that this Tibetan fire tower had a big head, and remembered the purpose of his coming here, so he immediately returned to reality, looked at the sentence on the stone wall, "Aunt Ying has fire for future generations", and walked up to the second floor.

On the second floor of the Tibetan Fire Tower, there are many people, men and women, dressed in simple clothes, sitting or standing, or in groups of threes and twos, or meditating alone, all frowning.

When Morrowind first went up to the second floor and saw these figures, his steps staggered a little and he almost fell to the ground. However, after the shock, he immediately calmed down, because the hundreds of figures on the second floor actually ignored themselves and still acted on their own.

When Morrowind accosted him and received no response, Morrowind stretched out his right hand and tried to pat a young man in a cyan robe and a high crown with a dark face.

"This is a time photo created by the predecessors with great mana?" In addition to being shocked, Morrowind didn't read so many books in vain, and immediately reacted.

Looking at the hundreds of figures, Chenfeng was in a trance, with some guesses in his heart, and some emotion: "These are the alchemists who once came to the Tibetan Fire Building to collect fire, I don't know how many years have they been, and they are here today?"

Morrowind noticed a little girl of her own age in the corner, chanting mindfulness to a bright white flame, her hands clasping seals. The morning breeze approached, crouched down, and watched the little girl's lips open and close, but no sound came out.

Suddenly, the bright white flame flickered and flew into the little girl's chest and disappeared, and then when she saw the little girl, she immediately closed her eyes, her little hands were sealed a little faster, and her face gradually showed a painful look, until beads of sweat the size of beans covered her cheeks.

The morning breeze quietly looked at the little girl with a painful face, motionless. After about a stick of incense, the little girl opened her eyes and wiped the sweat beads on her forehead with her hands, her face full of joy. Then he jumped and ran downstairs in the envious eyes of everyone.

"This is the initiation of the fire, right?But why didn't Uncle Lian teach me any formulas?What can I do later?" Chenfeng was a little anxious, complaining that even Chengyu was too unparticular.

Next, Morrowind stayed on the second floor for a long time, looking at the busy crowd around him, some people were satisfied after successfully collecting the flame like a little girl, some people were still unable to communicate with the flame, and some people could not bear the pain of refining and fainted after the flame entered the body after the communication flame was successful.

Observing the process of these figures collecting flames, Morrowind carefully observed the hundreds of flames on the second floor, and compared to the first floor, there didn't seem to be much of a gap.

In fact, the fire on the second floor is naturally higher than the flame level on the first floor, but Morrowind doesn't know how to identify it.

"It's been a lot of time, let's go up to the third floor first, and if you can't accept it if you meet a suitable one, then go to Uncle Lian and ask." Morrowind made up his mind and walked to the third floor. As he walked up the stairs from the second floor to the third floor, Morrowind glanced at the wall next to the stairs, only this time it was empty.

After making sure that there was nothing else noteworthy on the second floor, Morrowind resolutely climbed the stairs and walked to the third floor. It's just that at the turn of the stairs there is a stone wall blocking the way to the third floor.

Chenfeng looked at the dusty black stone wall in front of him and was a little embarrassed: "The third floor is not allowed to go up?" Chenfeng stretched out his hands and pushed hard, but the stone wall did not move at all.

The morning breeze gently brushed the dust on the surface of the stone wall with its sleeves, and the surface of the stone wall was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the helpless self.

"Is your strength too small?" Thinking of this, Morrowind raised his hand and greeted the stone wall in front of him with the move of the Sky Splitting Fist. The stone walls are still unmoving, only dusty and scattered.

"Just ask Uncle Lian, I can't help it. "Morrowind was a little depressed and ready to leave.

"No, don't I still know how to practice qi. Just when Chenfeng was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly remembered that for so many years, he had not only practiced the Sky Splitting Fist, but also practiced the Qi Technique rain or shine, and was ready to try it one last time, and it was not too late to find Lian Chengyu if he couldn't open it.

As soon as he thought of it, Chenfeng took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, held the stone wall with one hand, and silently ran the qi practice technique. There was a fluctuation of the flow of breath in the meridians in the body, and after running in the body for a week, the breath entered the stone wall in front of him along his right hand.

The stone wall is still unmoving, but the color of the surface of the stone wall has changed visibly at this moment. From the original pitch black, it has become cyan at the moment. Seeing that this Qi Exercise was effective, Chenfeng decisively accelerated the operation of the Law Decision.

After a stick of incense, the morning breeze was exhausted, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and the originally dark stone wall in front of him had become an almost transparent color at the moment. Just as the morning breeze was about to exert its strength, a crisp sound came from the stone wall in front of him.

The morning breeze wiped the sweat from the corners of his eyes, and he saw that the stone wall was transparent and shiny, even invisible to the naked eye. Morrowind strode forward, and in this way pierced through the transparent stone wall to the third floor.

Not thinking about why the Qi Cultivation Method had such a miraculous effect, Chenfeng hurriedly set up a large number of arrangements on the third floor.

A low desk, a turquoise futon, a bookshelf full of books, a hanging picture, three floating flames. This is what Morrowind sees when it enters the third floor. Except for the three flames, everything else, including the floor, was covered in a thick layer of dust.

Glancing at the furnishings on the third floor, Chenfeng didn't care about the dust on the floor, sat on the ground and closed his eyes and began to breathe.

An hour later, Chenfeng opened his eyes leisurely, his physical strength had almost recovered, and he couldn't delay any longer, or Uncle Lian would have to wait in a hurry, the worst estimate of this old man was patience.

Morrowind didn't take the lead in looking at the three floating flames, but stopped in front of the portrait on the wall. Gently brushing away the dust on the surface, the morning breeze looked at the portrait on the wall and was a little stupid for a while.

The portrait is a cardamom woman, with beautiful eyebrows like willow leaves, eyes like a clear spring, quiet and deep, with a smile at the corners of her mouth, long hair and waist. The woman stood under a flower tree, one arm lowered, and a black flame in the other hand on her chest.

The small characters at the bottom right of the picture scroll are inscribed: "The rivers and mountains are delicate, and the beauty is picturesque! For the sake of the Yiren, why not care about slaughtering the world and crossing the corpses outside the gate." Dongfang Shuo. ”

The twenty-five small characters on the picture scroll, the iron bones are Zheng Zheng, and the silver hook and iron painting are incompatible with the graceful jade people on the picture. But if you look closely, the morning breeze feels like it fits perfectly. Between the lines, there is a kind of self-sacrificing, self-respecting kingly atmosphere on the painting, and the woman on the painting is like a lotus out of the mud without staining, peerless and independent, and has a coldness that rejects people thousands of miles away.

"Dongfang Shuo, it's Emperor Shuo. Then this woman is Aunt Ying?" Morrowind thought thoughtfully.

After a large number of portraits again and again, when he found that there was nothing special about it, he remembered what Lian Chengyu said, and Chenfeng cautiously bowed his head to the picture scroll three times, and said reverently: "Boy Chenfeng, inheriting the blessing of his predecessors, he is lucky to enter this place, if he has the fire left by Lord Yinggu, he will live up to his heart, make a living for the world, and benefit the world." ”

Just when the morning breeze bowed his head and bowed, what the morning breeze didn't know was that there were tears in the corners of the woman's eyes on the picture scroll, and the tears began to gush out and were immediately dried and flew with the dust all over the house.

Even at this moment, the entire layer of Cloud Mountain appeared a strange scene of clouds and mist and vitality reappearing. Lian Chengyu sat at the door of the Tibetan Fire Tower and watched the water flow up and down the cloud mountain, the grass and trees in spring, and the sobs flowed sideways, unable to help himself.

Oblivious to everything in the outside world, Morrowind walked over to the three flames after worshipping the portrait, and opened his eyes to examine them carefully. Three flames, of average size and color, the size of a small milky white flame baby's fist, beating gently and silently with joy.

After looking at the three flames one by one for half an hour, Chenfeng shook his head helplessly, he really couldn't judge the good or bad with his own Taoism and knowledge, and he couldn't even tell which flame was suitable for him.

So, Morrowind made a very funny but clear conscience decision.

"One, two, three, four, five, go up the mountain to fight the tiger, the tiger is not at home... Haha, it's you, you and I are destined, right?" Morrowind looked at the flame that the soldiers had distinguished, and was overjoyed.

That is, there is no one here, if there is a second person who knows about this, I am afraid that he will laugh off his big teeth, so violent and ruined, entering the treasure mountain without knowing it, I am afraid that there is only one person in the history of Chenfeng.

The morning breeze adjusted his breathing, took the turquoise futon and sat under the flame of his choice, and entered the old monk's meditation, motionless, without distractions, and began the business of collecting the flame by himself.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't know the trick of collecting flames, after reading so many novels, Chenfeng still knows the truth of sincerity, so he plans to calm down and communicate with his heart about the flame he has chosen, in the hope of impressing the other party and having a miracle.

Half an hour later, Morrowind opened his eyes in disappointment, and he had been able to calm down, but the flame did not move, as if he had not sensed the call of Morrowind from beginning to end.

"Let's try the Qi Cultivation Technique!"

Remembering that when he entered the third floor, the official unknown qi training technique had played a role, and the morning breeze drew a scoop according to the gourd, sat on the futon, closed his eyes, and began to operate the method without distraction.

......

Two hours later, Morrowind opened his eyes and shook his head helplessly. I tried all the methods, but the flames above my head were still indifferent, so I had to kneel down and beg this little ancestor.