The so-called no years in the mountains, more than half a year has passed in a blink of an eye, Mo Ming stayed in this small valley, practicing swordsmanship during the day, and sitting by the lake to meditate at night.

"Why was I able to fall in?" Mo Ming often thought that he had tried to throw the stone upwards at the forbidden place, and the strange thing was that the stone had pierced through the forbidden place as if it were not affected at all.

On this day, after Mo Ming finished his daily practice, he sat by the lake and watched the waves of the lake, which was his favorite thing to do in his spare time, which would calm his heart, and he also enjoyed this rare tranquility very much.

Mo Ming's gaze slowly swayed with the lake waves, spreading layer by layer, and unconsciously, his mind also spread with the ripples layer by layer, layer after layer, layer after wave, layer upon layer, showing a kind of texture on the surface of the lake.

Looking at it, the lake disappeared in Mo Ming's eyes, and the aura, wave after wave of aura, also spread layer by layer like the lake water.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the water on the surface of the lake immediately twisted and confused, and Mo Ming woke up.

"What did you feel just now, layer by layer, isn't it the pattern of water?" Mo Ming jumped up in surprise, he had been studying this "Water Pattern Sword Technique" for half a year, although it was helpful to his swordsmanship, but he had never been able to get started in the exercises, and he never understood what the problem was.

"It turned out to be a water pattern, and I have only started with swordsmanship, but I don't know that the real focus is on the water pattern, and the water pattern is like ripples. Thinking of this, Mo Ming couldn't bear it anymore, stood up, pulled out the magic sword, and danced by the lake, this practice was three days and three nights.

"Hahaha, happy, happy. Mo Ming laughed, as if he was crazy, suddenly his hand shook, a sword stabbed out, and the aura in the air was like the surface of a lake, rippling layer by layer, and a big stone in front of him seemed to be washed by the lake, and a layer was cut off.

"I see. Mo Ming put away his sword and stood up, looking at the smooth and flat stone in front of him, "I didn't expect to touch the gate of the law of water through the water pattern sword technique, the way of the lake? No, it must not be limited to a small path, the water is impermanent, or calm as a lake, or moving like a huge wave, or as small as a drop, or as big as a river and sea, the avenue of water is the way I want." Mo Ming's heart is full of pride, he will never be willing to be ordinary.

"This move is called the ripple of the sword, now it is only driven by the aura, although it is also quite powerful, but it is always a little worse, and when I form the golden pill, it is the time when you really show your power. ”

"Well, there seems to be a hole over there?" Mo Ming found a hole on the cliff face on the other side of the lake that was just enough for one person to pass through.

"Isn't that the way out? Mo Ming flew down on the surface of the water, prompting the artistic conception of ripples in the water, and the surface of the lake seemed to be blown up by the wind, rippling layers of ripples under his feet, pushing him forward.

Swing your sword and cut off the rattan that blocked the entrance to the cave, and the entire hole was finally exposed to the sun.

"Get in"

Mo Ming held the sword in his hand and went into the cave.

"Well, this is?" The originally dark and dark cave suddenly changed greatly after Mo Ming stepped in, as if he had crossed two worlds in this step.

"It's actually Qiyun Mountain Medicine Garden, how can it be?" Mo Ming was standing at the gate of the medicine garden at this time, the place where he had lived for three years was exactly the same as in his memory.

"Senior Brother Mo, you're back, why don't you hurry up and take care of the medicine field, Elder Weifang is urging me to ask for medicinal herbs again, hey, I'm really busy when you're not there. Xia Yang was holding a small medicine hoe in his hand, and when he saw Mo Ming appear, he immediately complained.

Mo Ming couldn't help but feel guilty when he saw this familiar cut, this wooden house, these herbs, and the small tree next to the forest house that he planted with his own hands before the trial.

"Wait" Mo Ming was shocked in his heart, "No, I planted it so big before the trial, it's been more than half a year, how can it be that I haven't grown up? And I'm not in the secret realm of the trial? How can I suddenly go back to the medicine garden." ”

"Who are you?" Mo Mingjian asked sharply, pointing at the person in front of him.

"I'm your senior brother, Senior Brother Mo, what's wrong with you? don't you know me?" Xia Yang looked at a loss.

"You are not Xia Yang, it is impossible for Senior Brother Xia Yang to take care of the medicine field himself, and the tree I planted has been half a year, and it has not changed at all, you still want to lie to me. ”

"Hehe, have you found out?" The stunned expression on Xia Yang's face disappeared, and he turned into a grin, "I didn't expect you to be quite alert, this can't fool you, but since you came in, don't think about going out again." ”

'Xia Yang' put away his smiling face and suddenly rushed towards Mo Ming.

Mo Ming's long sword slashed, and the head of 'Xia Yang' was cut off by a sword, and what was hairy was that the head that was thrown away actually smiled, and smiled weirdly.

The scene in front of him changed, and he suddenly returned to the small mountain village where he was born, Uncle Zhang, Uncle Li, Aunt Wang, and familiar people greeted Mo Ming with a smile, and Mo Ming also responded one by one.

"I like the feeling very much, but the illusion is just a fantasy after all, and you always have to wake up. Mo Ming closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the small mountain village had disappeared, but the new illusion had touched the deepest secret in his heart.

"Obviously, why are you stunned, hurry up and serve the food. ”

"Take it out yourself, old fellow, and you know how to call your son. ”

The familiar voice of his parents made Mo Ming's eyes moisten instantly, when he died, he was only in his twenties, he hadn't even married, and the two old white-haired people sent black-haired people, how sad it should be, and now when I see them again, the deep guilt in Mo Ming's heart suddenly came up.

Mo Ming accompanied his parents to finish the meal, looking at their happy smiles, Mo Ming's heart seemed to have a knot suddenly opened, and his heart became clear.

"Mom and Dad, thank you, I'm sorry. Mo Ming stood up, swung out a sword, and the scene in front of him suddenly disappeared, becoming dark again, but in the face of this darkness, Mo Ming did not have the slightest confusion and hesitation, because he had a heart to move forward, and he also had a firm belief that the previous life had passed, and in this life he had his own way to go, and no one could stop him.

One illusion after another appeared, but all of them were broken by Mo Ming's sword, nothing could hinder his progress in the slightest, each illusion was like a test of his soul, and Mo Ming's soul was sublimated again and again in the test.

The darkness will eventually pass, and the light will reappear in his eyelids, and when Mo Ming passes through the long dark corridor, he arrives at a cave in the mountain the size of a house, the walls of the mountain are smooth and flat, and there is nothing on the four walls, and in the middle of the cave there is a stone platform with a person high and a pentagonal stone platform, and each of the five high platforms has a stone pillar wrapped around a chain made of unknown material, extending to the center of the high platform, and although one end of the chain is just set on the neck and limbs of a fierce beast.

"Pangolin?" Mo Ming looked at the fierce beast on the high platform in shock, it actually looked like a pangolin in his previous life, but it was several times larger than me.

And the pangolin also noticed Mo Ming, a pair of small eyes were staring at this unrestrained guest.

"Little one, I didn't expect you to break into here, you are the second person I have ever met who is not confused by my illusion. A voice sounded directly in Mo Ming's head.

"Well, what are you, why are you locked here?" With the Mushui Sect in front of him, Mo Ming was no longer surprised by this way of speaking.

There was a hint of approval in the pangolin's eyes, it didn't expect this little guy to be quite receptive.

"Me? hehe, I'm not from this plane, I'm a soul beast clan, living in the cracks of space, hey, I didn't expect a misstep into a thousand years of hatred, and I was imprisoned here for a while. The pangolin said helplessly.

"Soul beast?" Mo Ming had never heard of this race, but he was very interested in the plane it spoke of.

"That's right, our soul beast clan is born with a soul state, and like the space monsters, we have been living in the space mezzanine between various planes, and what we are best at is creating all kinds of illusions, but I didn't expect it to have no effect on you at all. The pangolin smiled wryly.

"What do you mean?" Mo Ming asked, hearing the word plane again.

"The so-called plane is actually a reading space, just like the space you live in is called the Noah plane, and the space you are in now, which you humans call the secret realm, is actually a small plane, and what connects the two planes is the space channel. ”

Hearing the pangolin's explanation, Mo You suddenly remembered that when he first entered the trial secret realm, the black hole floating in the air summoned by the five elders was indeed like a passage.

"Are those pitch-black places in the middle of the passage what you call the space mezzanine?" Mo Ming blurted out.

"Well, you know it, yes, it's the mezzanine. ”

"What is it that shuttles like lines in the space sandwich?" Mo Ming asked strangely, remembering that he seemed to see lines in and out of the black hole at that time, seemingly irregular, but as if they had their own trajectories, they would not intersect.

Hearing Mo Ming's question, the pangolin, which had not moved, raised its head and stared at Mo Ming in a daze, with an obvious and unbelievable meaning in his eyes.

"What do you see?" said Pangolin, stunned.

"Yes, one by one, as if along a certain trajectory. "Mo Ming has no doubt about him.

The pangolin stopped talking, just stared at Mo Ming, and only let out a sigh for a while.

"You humans are really the darlings of the Heavenly Dao, and the strength of the surname is incredible, and it actually makes you realize the trajectory of space from the space channel. ”

"The trajectory of space?" Mo Ming repeated in a low voice.

"Little one, how about we make a deal?" said the pangolin suddenly.

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