ps: The boundary mentioned in the previous chapter is not the meaning of the world, but the meaning of the boundary, understand Mou?

In front of the back mountain gate was a noisy, only the Spirit Pattern Hall was empty, and only the remaining candles were still empty with the two silhouettes. The rows of books in the Spirit Pattern Hall are scattered, but the wall inscription on one side makes the mountain sit and look at it for a long time.

Since ancient times, the practice of cultivating the two schools has been cultivating and refining the body

Cultivating to the extreme, refining the body through the sky with one thought, shattering the void with bare hands

Cultivation uses mental power to control the power of heaven and earth for one's own use

Refining the body, absorbing the power of heaven and earth, and refining one's own body

Practicing together, it is difficult to call!

The prosperity of the Wuwei clan is a realm, and the pattern is the way

With the thought as the guide, and the heavens and all the worlds as the plate, the three parts of the world are tattooed

The ancient tattoo master takes heaven and earth as a plate and tattoos the world

A line should not decay, should not decay!

Qingwei also knows more or less about the special profession of "tattoo artist". I also know that the Wei clan is the birthplace of the world's tattoo masters, but the sentence "Take heaven and earth as a plate, tattoo the world" is really a little shocking.

The afterglow of the remnant candle suddenly flickered, and it was obvious that a figure seemed to have walked by, and the empty place of the Spirit Pattern Hall also reverberate, and the delicate voice sounded

"Brother Qingea, I finally found you, hehe" Ya'er's beautiful eyes finally stopped at Qingea's body.

Qingwei blocked the gust of wind for the candle flame with her hand, and shook her head helplessly when she looked at Ya'er's playful appearance, why didn't Ya'er practice well with the elders and run here to play. Qingea's ten fingers gently brushed her three thousand green silks, very smooth, very smooth, listening to Qingea's reprimand, which was not a reprimand, was also smiling like a flower, "Hehe, does Brother Qingeaves hate Ya'er!"

Qingwei looked at her coquettish appearance, and also spread her eyebrows and smiled slightly, this girl! Shanzi looked at the two of them with a greasy ambiguity, and his face was red, and he silently walked out of the Spirit Pattern Palace, and did not forget to lock the door of the Spirit Pattern Palace, so he sat in front of the door of the Spirit Pattern Palace, and the sound of the sycamore in front of the door fell.

"Brother Qingea, how many forgings have you made?"

Ya'er asked softly, and she also seemed to notice the wall text and looked at it carefully.

Not everyone can practice, and every practitioner will have experienced the Yuan of the Nine Forgings, the Nine Forgings, as the name suggests, tempered their own mental power nine times, and after experiencing the tempering of the nine times of mental power, they can also mobilize a little Yuan Force of a piece of heaven and earth, and the Yuan of the Nine Forgings is equal to the infancy of cultivation, and only in the past can you look up to it from a higher place.

Qingwei was also obviously slightly stunned, and the words were intermittent, after all, the confidence was insufficient, "Seven forgings..."

Ya'er's beautiful eyes also moved from the wall text to Qingea's body, the two looked at each other for a long time, Ya'er smiled first, "poof" and scolded with a smile, "Brother Qinge's brother is ashamed to death, Ya'er is all nine forged." "Qingxiao's heart is also thousands of grass and mud horses whistling by, even a little girl can't compare, it's a shame.

A pair of small hands suddenly put on Qingxiao's face, gently rubbed Ya'er in his ear and whispered, "Brother Qingxiao, don't be discouraged, Ya'er is waiting for you." After speaking, he didn't forget to throw a wink, and the green eaves were also trembling, and the little girl who followed her ass back then also grew into a smart goblin unconsciously.

Qingwei smiled bitterly, talent is really only something that makes people jealous.

"Shanzi, get out of the way, otherwise don't blame me for being unkind!" There was a kind of confidence in the tough voice, Qiwei looked at him coldly, Shanzi was also sweating in his palms, and he was stunned in his heart, like a feeling of being targeted by a poisonous snake, which made people shudder.

Qiwei is a genius in the Wei clan's herringbone department, and he is already the Yuan of Eight Forgings at a young age, of course, he may also hide his strength, and there are also good family backers who have also established their own power in the younger generation.

Shanzi didn't know where the courage came from, and he sneered, "Eight forgings are not necessarily stronger than my seven forgings, after all, you can't borrow Yuan Li within nine forgings, are you sure?" Shanzi squinted at him, this world Qingeaves is the person Shanzi has to protect for the rest of his life, when he was a child, those...

Shanzi, whose muscles bulged, also had a domineering attitude that was too big for a man to be a man, and Qiwei was also stunned, as if he was swallowing something.

The two people in the Spirit Pattern Hall also seemed to notice the abnormality outside, and Ya'er's head was slightly put together, as if she was struggling with something inside, and after a long time, she still opened her mouth

"Brother Qingxiao's remarks on the level, is it that he has made up his mind to leave here?"

Unconsciously, there was a mist quietly condensing in Meimu's eyes, and Qingya's hand stopped in mid-air, and suddenly clenched it tightly, and looked at everything around him and suddenly let go.

Smiling slightly, he quipped, "Why is Ya'er reluctant?" There was a bad smile on the corner of his mouth, but it was so like a forced smile...

After hearing this, Ya'er's head was as straight as a chicken pecking rice, and this pitiful appearance also made Qing'er sigh, "Your brother Qing's eaves wants to be a strong man and protect Ya'er and Shanzi well, but if you want to become stronger, you have to give up something..."

There is a loneliness of tears in his arms, it seems that everything is silent at this time, Yaer has been convenient for Qingean to play with since she was a child, and the troubles of the clan have nothing to do with them, the time of childhood sweethearts will not be too long, we will always grow up, there will always be something that becomes uncomfortable, there are people who are far away from us at the ends of the world, everything is because of growth...

Ya'er's tears seemed to be intensifying, and there was a bitter aftertaste and vague beauty in her words, she gradually withdrew from his embrace, and always felt that something was missing "That... Ya'er... Wait for you to ・・・・・・・" Qing's empty arms seemed to be too lonely, "close your eyes" Ya'er's rare arrogance, he subconsciously closed his eyes.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... Only the air walked by, and when he opened his eyes, the Spirit Pattern Hall returned to its coldness, and Qing Wei touched his nose and seemed to be self-inflicted.

The candle flame in the Spirit Pattern Hall has burned out, only a piece of black smoke rises freely, Qingwei looked at the footprints on the ground, and smiled bitterly, "I'm afraid that at that time you were already a person who was through the heavens and the earth, and I was a stack of white bones outside the barren mountain, time will solve everything, including attachment..." It's not that he doesn't believe in Ya'er, but the ruthlessness of survival and years makes him see too much despair.

His eyes were already moist, and the past appeared in front of him, and after a long time, the sycamore leaves were blown by the wind and fell, "It's autumn." He closed his eyes and held a stack of fallen leaves in his hand.

Qiwei directly crossed the mountain, stood at the door of the vermilion red gate of the Spirit Pattern Palace, looked at the green eaves, and his eyes were full of contempt, "Two mongrels who have mothers and no mothers, stay away from Ya'er in the future!" It seems that these words poked at the sore spot of Shanzi and Qingea, and the Zhiyuan that Shanzi and the two of them stared at seemed to be staring at blood.

"Shanzi came to me. Looking at Shanzi who was about to go berserk, Qingxiao frowned, and recalled him, sure enough, Shanzi let go of the clenched fist in his hand and stood behind Qingxiao, "You also like Ya'er?" Qingxiao's words had a frivolous aftertaste, and also, he used it.

The dragon has reverse scales and will die if he touches it, Ya'er is the reverse scale of seven micros,

Qiwei does not allow a mongrel, a weakling, so blatantly said in front of him that he likes Ya'er's words, he does not allow it, Qiwei suddenly shouted "looking for death" A little cold flashed, so fast that Qingwei was dizzying, it seemed that only that brilliance was left at that moment, and the yuan force in his hand quickly gathered the "Leaping Star Strike" Qingwei knew that he was kicking the iron plate.

Shanzi looked at the beam of light in a daze, and set up a block with both hands, the beam was mixed with the momentum of a thousand troops, and the terrifying temperature swung towards Shanzi violently, Shanzi's arms were already visible to the naked eye The speed was broken through the defense, and the crisp sound of bones colliding.

Shanzi slammed it to the ground, there was still residual heat from the high heat burning on his clothes, the power of a blow, terrifying, Shanzi fell to the ground and looked painful, Qiwei didn't give the two of them any respite, and the cold light lit up, a side kick, there was a faint sweat on Qingqing's forehead, and the communication of heaven and earth Yuan Li was used for his own use This is the ability that only the Lingkong Realm has, Qiwei, he hid his strength.

Another punch without any fancy, Qingwei lay on the ground without controversy, Qiwei's feet were tightly stepping on his face, he could clearly feel the dust on the upper of the shoe seeping into the bitterness between his teeth, he could only use all his strength, twist a few points, Qiwei was angry in his heart, seeing this, he was even more angry, and shouted "I still feel resisted!" The strength under his feet increased a few points.

Suddenly, all kinds of sadness. , humiliation, unwilling to lean all his head on Qingea's body, the mentally handicapped can only be ruthlessly abandoned, without any superfluous mercy, Qingea's green muscles bulge and his face is hideous at the moment, is it for dignity