Outside the road, the sun is shining, and the scenery of the shelter is still the same. [No pop-ups]

In the distance, the branches of ancient trees are growing, the ground is green grass, and the sunlight shines through the gaps in the branches, giving people a pleasant feeling.

But Wei Wuji saw something else, within a radius of a hundred zhang, every trace of wind that evolved and disappeared was clearly distinguishable in his consciousness. He can change as he pleases, controlling the evolution of the void air. The void that seemed to have nothing, in Wei Wuji's eyes, there was a slight breeze flowing slowly, deducing a vivid and lively picture.

"Emptiness is not empty, and it is not nothingness......"

Wei Wuji pondered carefully in his heart, his divine consciousness and thoughts dispersed, observing this world he had never seen before, re-acquainting himself with it, and re-acquainting himself. Only by stepping into the innate artistic conception can you feel such a wonderful picture, and for a while, Wei Wuji has a deeper understanding of emptiness.

"Huh, most of the air currents in the void flow in one direction......

Wei Wuji found the clue and followed the direction of the air flow and walked forward.

Coming to a mountain wall, Wei Wuji found that the air flow actually passed through the stone wall. He carefully observed, groped up and down, and finally opened the mechanism of the stone wall, and with a bang, the stone wall opened to reveal a pitch-black passage.

"The mechanism of this stone wall is cleverly designed, and it would not have been possible to discover it if it were not carefully observed by the divine sense. Only by comprehending the artistic conception of the innate wind and observing the void air flow can we follow the traces to find here. ”

Wei Wuji looked at the passage, walked inside, and after a while, came to a spacious D room.

There are three other passages around Room D, and on the high platform in front of it is a stone statue of an old man, and there is an altar in front of it. Wei Wuji stepped forward to inspect it, and there were several ancient characters on the side of the altar. Although the handwriting had fallen after countless years, Wei Wuji still recognized three of the words from the vague traces.

"Feng Zhenren, this old man is Feng Zhenren......

Wei Wuji raised his eyes to look at the old man of the stone statue, carefully examining the clues.

The stone statue is more than three feet high, and the old man is dressed in a long robe, gesturing with his hands, looking ahead.

"The posture of these hands is a little weird......"

Wei Wuji found that the old man's hands were a little strange, and they were clearly two different handprints. One of the right hands has long sleeves rolled up, as if in a strong wind, and the other left hand has long sleeves that hang naturally, apparently in a windless place.

"These two different mudras...... Wei Wuji felt something, and sat down with his eyes cross-legged in the center of room D.

I don't know how long it took, Wei Wuji slowly stretched out his hand, imitating the old man's right hand to form a handprint, pop! Wei Wuji felt a force vibrate from his two fingertips, and the two fingers were bounced apart, and the handprint that was just about to be knotted was scattered and disintegrated.

"It's a little difficult...... Wei Wuji looked at his right hand and closed his eyes again.

After a while, Wei Wuji silently raised his right hand and re-sealed, but the result was still a failure and unsuccessful. Wei Wuji looked at the stone statue, continued to close his eyes, concentrated on his strength, and then began the third seal.

The third seal, Wei Wuji still didn't succeed, but he didn't give up, the fourth and fifth times...... Keep trying. He was completely obsessed with it, and he fell into it, practicing his fingers sleeplessly, trying to make the old man's handprint.

Again and again, Wei Wuji lost track of time, and he didn't know how many times he tried, and finally formed a complete handprint. The moment the seal was successful, Wei Wuji only felt that the innate true qi of his dantian seemed to have found a gap in catharsis, and it surging away along the meridians of his right hand!

Boom! A fierce wind was generated in the void, roaring like a fierce beast, this wind was so strong that even Wei Wuji was dumbfounded, he didn't expect that he could actually derive such a powerful hurricane!

However, what scared Wei Wuji even more was that the innate true qi of his dantian actually gushed out of his body at once, and most of it was consumed! Wei Wuji hurriedly let go of his right hand, and the huge power of counterattack, according to the meridians, suddenly slammed over, poof! He snorted and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"It's too powerful!"

Wei Wuji wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, hurriedly entered the gourd fairyland, and began to treat his internal injuries. In the gourd fairyland, he recovered from his injuries, and it took him almost a year to cultivate the handprint of his right hand proficiently.

He raised his right hand, formed a mudra, and used the artistic conception of the wind with all his might, and the innate true qi came out through the meridian pulse,

Whew! The void air flow was disordered, condensed and gathered, and a wind beast was derived, and its eyes burst out with two rays of light, and the flames were fierce. The power of this wind beast was almost double that of his full blow, and it roared in the void and rushed into the distance, piercing the clouds and Ds in the sky through a huge hole.

"This handprint of the right hand is too strong, and if you use it with all your strength, it is almost double my power, and it consumes most of the innate true qi of the dantian! However, in the actual combat in the future, there is no need for such great power, and the consumption of true qi can also be a little less. ”

Wei Wuji withdrew from the gourd fairyland, and at this time, only one day had passed outside. He looked at the stone statue in front of him and stretched out his left hand, imitating the seal of the old man's left hand.

Time passed slowly, Wei Wuji practiced over and over again, this mudra of the left hand, for some reason, was much more difficult than the right hand. However, Wei Wuji tried slowly, and finally succeeded in his cultivation, and completely formed the left hand handprint.

Although he was prepared, almost all of the dantian's innate true qi poured out, and only a trace remained, which caught Wei Wuji off guard, and he was still injured by the backlash.

There is no wind in the void, and the true qi is transmitted into the void through the mudra, as if melting, and is dissolved into nothingness.

Just as Wei Wuji hesitated, he felt a stagnation all over his body, and an invisible oppressive force came from all directions. The air flow of the void suddenly froze at this moment, as if it had turned into a solid state. Wei Wuji felt as if he was stuck in an invisible swamp, and he couldn't breathe a breath of air through his mouth and nose.

"I see!"

A flash of realization flashed in Wei Wuji's eyes, and he hurriedly entered the gourd fairy land again, began to heal his wounds, and practiced the handprint of his left hand. This time, it took a year and a half, **** night and night non-stop practice, Wei Wuji was able to practice the handprint of his left hand proficiently.

"The mudra of the right hand is the derivation of the wind, and the mudra of the left hand is the cessation of the wind, and it is much more difficult to stop than to be driven by the derivation. Regarding the state of the wind, it is nothing more than the two phases of movement and stillness, one movement and one stillness, which is the whole artistic conception of the wind, I understand. ”

Wei Wuji withdrew from the gourd fairyland, looked at the stone statue, his heart swelled with gratitude, he stood upright, and then bowed to worship, "Junior Wei Wuji, thank you for the grace of the predecessor Feng Zhenren." ”

After paying homage, Wei Wuji stood up straight, looked at the stone statue, and said in his heart that the stone statue of this Fengzhen predecessor can stand here, and his hands form such a mysterious mudra, even if he is not a saint, it is almost the same.

At that moment, the ground shook with a thud, like an earthquake.

The stone statue also shook and fell down with a bang, breaking into pieces.