[Ran^Text^Library] "What's wrong with this person? He can't be a madman! I've been sitting here for so many days, and I don't cultivate. 'Music' and 'Novels'wxs520.com" said a warrior who was watching.

"What Senior Brother Zhou said makes sense, but it is also possible that he was fascinated by the wonders of this Fengyun Pavilion. Another warrior said.

Fengyun Pavilion is an ornamental building that almost does not exist in the world of martial artists, and I don't know which predecessor of Lingyan Pavilion built it, and I don't know what the reason is, Fengyun Pavilion has not been used for other purposes.

Fengyun Pavilion, named after the word Fengyun, is because the change of Fengyun Pavilion is a great wonder of Lingyan Pavilion and even the Bibo Kingdom, and it is impossible to find a second place.

In the space of ten days, this martial artist's unusual behavior caused a lot of turmoil in Lingyan Pavilion.

A martial artist who can stay in Fengyun Pavilion for ten days in a row has not appeared in the history of Lingyan Pavilion, but he has not moved for ten days, and he has never even moved to eat.

For mortals, eating, drinking, and Lasa is necessary, but for martial artists in the Tongmai Realm, it is commonplace to not Lasa for ten days and a half.

"Who knows? Maybe I thought I could sit back and relax when I entered the Lingyan Pavilion, or maybe I was crazy with joy because I became a disciple of the Lingyan Pavilion. Another warrior said disdainfully.

"It's possible, such a person can even become a disciple of Ling Yan Pavilion, his existence is simply a discredit to us Ling Yan Pavilion, if I want to say that this kind of person should be expelled. ”

"It's also possible that after coming here, he found that everyone was better than him, couldn't bear the blow, and gave up on himself!" said a martial artist sympathetically.

Anyway, the blue-shirted martial artist had now become a kind of joke in Lingyan Pavilion.

The behavior of the blue-shirted warrior is like throwing a stone into a pool of stagnant water, it makes the unchanged cultivation atmosphere become active, and it adds spice to the martial artist's unchanging daily cultivation life.

"It's been ten days, what do you want to do, or are you practicing some martial arts?" On the outside of the crowd, Zhao Yao looked at the motionless man in blue and whispered.

"Little junior sister, this junior brother can't be the sweetheart of your family, do you? A tall woman beside Zhao Yao laughed.

"Senior sister, you are so annoying! But even if I fall in love with others, they may not necessarily like me. Zhao Yao also smiled coquettishly.

None of these women are fuel-efficient lamps, and Zhao Yao is even more bold and hot.

"Yo ho, what kind of person is so bold and not very good-looking, he can't even look down on our little junior sister, do you want to invite him to go to the stage of life and death for a wave?" the tall woman giggled.

"Hehe, this person is firm-minded, arrogant, and extremely realistic, unpretentious. Even a title has to be spoken with strength, which makes people look a little annoying and a little funny at the same time. Zhao Yao said.

The two of them laughed casually, they were not ordinary senior sisters and sisters, but real senior sisters. Zhao Yao was accepted as a disciple by an elder the day after entering the Lingyan Pavilion.

At this time, Zhao Yao's aura was even stronger than a few days ago, and the aura of charm on her body was even stronger, she could fascinate a large number of martial artists just standing there, and her every move made countless disciples around her deeply obsessed.

If it weren't for the elite disciple dress of the tall woman beside her, I'm afraid that many martial artists would have come up to talk to her.

However, judging from her situation, the inheritance in the mysterious fan has been obtained by her.

"Little junior sister, what do you see doing there?" the tall woman suddenly said to Zhao Yao.

"Isn't that his maid-in-waiting? It seems that she is in trouble, so let's go and see her, and help her by the way." Zhao Yao said and walked out.

"Wait a minute, something seems to be going on!" said the tall woman suddenly.

"Huh!" Zhao Yao sighed lightly and stopped.

For ten days, Long Jiu had been sitting quietly on the Fengyun Pavilion, no matter what happened outside, Long Jiu would sit there without moving, observing the relationship between the wind and the clouds and the changes in the wind and clouds.

That's right, this madman-like blue-shirted warrior is Long Jiu.

After ten days, Long Jiu's understanding of Fengyun was getting deeper and deeper, and at the same time, he was getting closer and closer to the success of Fengyundong's cultivation, until in the past two days, he felt that he was only a layer of separation from Fengyundong, which could be pierced at any time.

The wind is impermanent, fast or slow, big or small, cold or hot, warm or violent.

The wind is formless and colorless, invisible and intangible, but it is real.

The clouds are unpredictable and have a myriad of shapes. It may be an animal, or a plant, or a man, or a beast. Thousands of living beings are allowed to change, walking on the ground, swimming in the water, and flying in the sky.

For swimming fish, for galloping horses, for eagles. All shapes, sitting or lying, walking or running, walking or climbing.

The wind rises, the clouds move! the clouds change, the wind is born!

The wind and the clouds never exist alone, the wind and the clouds will never be separated, and the clouds and the wind will live and die together.

They are a couple in nature who are stronger than gold.

Long Jiu roamed in the sea of clouds and walked in the wind forest, he danced with the wind and walked with the clouds. Tired, and the wind story, tired, sleep with the clouds.

Although these days, Long Jiu has always been with Fengyun, and Fengyun has never been separated, and exists independently. But Long Jiu never found the point where the wind and clouds were together, and he always felt that something was missing.

Just now, the wind was surging, and Long Jiu suddenly found the opportunity to cultivate the wind and clouds.

In the amazed gaze of the onlookers, Long Jiu, who had barely moved for ten days, seemed to move.

Still sitting cross-legged, Long Jiu's figure suddenly became illusory, he was obviously sitting somewhere, but he didn't seem to be there. It was not like a human being, but an extension of the wind and clouds.

Between the changes in the wind and clouds, Long Jiu began to change like the wind and the clouds. He had been in the same position, and the martial artists who were watching outside didn't know that he had been sitting cross-legged all the time, because there were countless shadows of Long Jiu in their eyes.

Each shadow has a different movement, some are lying, some are sitting, some are standing, some are ...

Static, moving, varied.

"What kind of martial arts? This phenomenon actually appeared when cultivating, what kind of grade martial arts is this. A warrior exclaimed.

"It seems to be a body martial art, it may be a high-grade martial art, this senior brother is so powerful!"

"I'll just say that this senior brother must be cultivating advanced martial arts, how about it? I'm not wrong!" said a martial artist in a loud voice.

After finishing speaking, he disappeared into the crowd in the eyes of everyone's disdain.

"What kind of ground level martial arts, this person is obviously a new disciple, and he can at most select the ground level middle grade martial arts at the first layer of the Martial Pavilion. Don't look at him making such a big move now, but maybe it's just good-looking, and the power of this martial art is not as great as imagined. ”

A warrior said sourly. This kind of person obviously can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that this martial art cultivated by Long Jiu is definitely a top-notch body martial art.

"Hmph, as a martial artist, you don't dare to admit that others are better than you, no wonder you are still an outer disciple!" a martial artist said disdainfully.

"You..." the martial artist just now wanted to say something, but when he saw the clothes of the inner disciple on the person who spoke, all his dissatisfaction turned into a sentence.

"Senior brother has learned a lesson, junior brother remember!" The world of martial artists is the paradise of the strong.

"Senior sister, what kind of martial arts is that, it looks like it's very powerful. Zhao Yao looked at Long Jiu's cultivation and asked the tall woman beside him.

The tall woman was silent for a long time, and then suddenly exclaimed, "I know what kind of martial arts it is! ”

"What kind of martial arts is it, senior sister, just say it happily!" Zhao Yao urged.

"The wind and clouds move! The tall woman said with a solemn expression.

"What kind of martial arts is that, is it famous?" Zhao Yao asked.