At dawn, the rooster crows before it starts.

At the top of the Wind Thunder Mountain of the Thousand Hands Lord, there is already a small point that has begun to box.

Xiao Budian practice is extremely diligent, born King Kong reason, his energy is different from ordinary people, practice at night standing pile, walking pile, fixed pile, close your eyes and recuperate, all when you rest, when you wake up is the beginning of formal practice, there are eighteen bronze people standing on the head of the wind and thunder mountain, small only to the height of the bronze man's chest, these bronze people are tempered by the ancient method of Xinghui, the degree of tenacity is extremely high, and it is still just standing still, all of them should be beaten sandbags.

Gu Shu's fist poured like a torrential rain, creating a large piece of phantom, pouring on the bronze man's chest and lower abdomen, making a crackling and crisp popping sound.

Practicing the art of physique with the master of the hill, and wanting to cultivate the peacock with "a thousand hands" is a compulsory lesson.

After a full hour, he stopped for a while.

Gu Shu looked up at the sky, looked at the sky, and calculated the time, it was almost over

At the top of the wind and thunder mountain, there are two figures, an old man and a young man, coming from afar.

This is the only place to pass through the mountain to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Uncle Ning, Senior Ye. ”

Gu Shi's face was happy, Uncle Ning and Ye seniors would come to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion every morning these days, and go to the Fenglei Mountain to see the small practice, Ye seniors gave Gu Shu a talisman sword talisman, the word "Taiping" was written on it, and the talisman sent by the ancestors of Xihe was originally in the West Sea, for hundreds of years, the entire Penglai Immortal Island had the opportunity to get it, but it was only ten fingers.

The "Taiping" that Gu Shu got, as the name suggests, has this talisman in it, and it will grow Bao Ping.

The great ancestor of Qiang Mountain gave Gu Shu an ancient sword whose rank is not inferior to the "long qi", called "Broken Frost", the sword body is frost white, covered with snow, and it is inserted in the top of the Wind and Thunder Mountain.

Before this, even if Gu Shu had a lot of belongings, he could only obediently stay and practice on Fenglei Mountain.

Ning Yi calculated it himself, Gu Shu worshiped Shu Mountain, and the miscellaneous gifts were much more solid than his original belongings, but the cultivation of the King Kong realm also required a lot of resources, and it was inevitable that he would have to travel down the mountain.

Now is not the time.

Xiao Budian is in a simple state of mind, sitting on Baoshan without knowing it, Ye seniors also like this lucky guy, the "childish" sword is bright, self-opening wisdom, every time I go up the mountain, I like to tease Xiao Budian, occasionally carry Gu Si to sweep more than ten miles, look at the scenery under the mountain, the mountains and rivers in the world, the ancient city in the west is full of fireworks, but never land, after returning to the mountain, Gu Si is greedy, and knows in his heart that the top priority is to practice, press the temperament step by step to take the pile and punch, sharpen the realm.

"Is Uncle Ning looking at that ancient scroll in the Scripture Pavilion?"

After beating the bronze man for an hour, Gu Si stopped moving, sweat gushed out all over his body, wet his shirt, he wiped his red forehead with one hand, his cheeks, his eyes were bright, looking at Ning Yi, and the other fingertip teased the unsheathed child, and the childish ancient sword flew up and down like a butterfly, and he was very happy.

Ning Yi nodded with a smile, carrying a bag in his hand, put it down gently, and said, "Don't be small, eat more." ”

There were several drawers of buns in the cloth bag, large and fluffy, steaming.

Ning Yi specially drove the sword to the bottom of the mountain to buy it, with his cultivation, it would not take long to go back and forth, and there would be almost no delay.

Gu Shu secretly said in Ning Yi's ear that day that he saw someone selling steamed buns at the foot of the mountain.

Fortunately, the gang suffered in Xiling for more than ten years, was carried into the Great Wall of the West by a well-wisher, and had not had time to live a good life, met a rogue, fled for half a year, Shushan Mountain Gate re-accepted apprentices, he was taken by chance by Wu Qing, a disciple of Shushan Mountain, and brought back to the Mountain Gate, so there is today.

Before this, he had eaten the meat buns that had been half eaten by the rich and thrown on the ground, robbed the scraps that the earth dog had eaten half of them, and secretly hid the frozen and hard cold buns in his chest, trying to eat them after they were hot.

Before worshipping into Fenglei Mountain, Gu Shu had never eaten a good meal, and after worshipping Fenglei Mountain, although Senior Sister Qianshou did not give him silver, he didn't have to worry about food and clothing, because there were many things in the Shushan Mountain Gate that could not be eaten under the mountain, the wine containing spiritual energy, and the spiritual fruit of the hundred-year-old tree Even so, what he missed in his heart was still the steaming steamed buns sold in the world.

That day, he plucked up his courage and said to Ning Yi.

"Uncle Ning, can you help me bring some buns down the mountain?"

Ning Yi could understand this feeling.

A long time ago, before he worshiped Shushan, when he was still worried about Yinliang, he wanted to eat a full meal, wanted to wear bright clothes, wanted to have a horse of his own, and had a sword of his own.

Ning Yi looked at the yellow shirt in front of him.

Gu shh

Gu shh is not hungry.

But he still gulped it down.

It's like trying to swallow and swallow all the pain you have suffered, all the pain you have suffered.

Eating and eating, his movements slowed down.

Halfway through eating, Xiao Budian choked in his throat, took a deep breath, and wiped his cheeks fiercely with the back of his palm.

Ning Yi sighed, squatted down, lifted the hair on the forehead of the lucky guy, and saw a pair of red and sour eyes.

This fortunate guy, he didn't cry when he was about to freeze to death in the heavy snow in Xiling, and he didn't cry when he was in exile and suffering in the west.

Good days came, but I cried

"Ning, Uncle Ning" Xiao Budian's voice was a little choked, "I don't have any silver, wait for me later"

Ning Yi smiled and swayed, wiped his tears with his sleeve, and said, "Is it delicious?"

Gu shh

The lucky guy didn't know what to say

He said in a hoarse voice: "It's delicious, but it's not as delicious as I imagined, Uncle Ning, am I not satisfied?"

"Of course not. Ning Yiyao, said in a very soft voice: Everyone is like this, when they can't eat it, they feel extra sweet, and when they eat it, they feel that it's just the best thing they can't get, but they ignore what they have, so people often forget to cherish it. ”

Gu shy was a little confused.

"You have a childish heart, don't change your money, don't throw it away. Ning Yi smiled slightly and patted the lucky guy's head.

Gu Si seemed to understand whether he understood or not, firmly remembered this sentence, and watched Uncle Ning and Senior Ye leave.

Inside the Pavilion of the Scriptures.

The visualization scroll in front of it.

The golden light flies.

Different from before, it was Ning Yi who closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the futon in the main hall, the old man stood behind, one palm lightly resting on his zenith, and the sword qi flowed like a whirlpool, surging over the main hall.

Calm down.

Ning Yi entered the imaginary world of the ancient scroll.

With his current cultivation realm, he was able to stay in the world of ancient scrolls for half an hour.

But it's different these days.

This visualization scroll requires a majestic divine soul and a steady stream of divinity.

This is the reason why those who do not have enough realm will be directly blasted by their souls and their bodies will be drained when they visualize.

The ancient scroll needed a huge divinity to support the last thorough unfolding, and when the back mountain of Shu Mountain fell off the cliff and Ning Yi's life hung by a thread, the White Bone Plain unfolded the visualization scroll on its own, exhausting the huge amount of divinity it had accumulated.

Since then, although Ning Yi has a Lionheart King crystal, he has no way to instill it.

The Divine Pond does not provide a path to divinity leading to the Visualization Scrolls.

If nothing else, Ning Yi has to cultivate to the realm of the Star Monarch, and his own realm is enough, and the White Bone Plain will be opened, at that time, Ning Yi himself has the realm required for visualization, as well as a sufficient degree of divinity, and the divine thoughts are immersed in the ancient scrolls, and he can get a glimpse of the world.

This ancient scroll, circulated in the hands of the Great Sui Nirvana power, all the powers, all thought that this was a mysterious visualization map, but in fact, this is the inheritance of the sword bearer, the power is seen is a flower, grass and leaves, only the person who carries the sword bone can visualize the complete world.

Xihe Ancestor put one hand on Ning Yitian Linggai.

The divinity in his body spread in wisps, handed out at his fingertips, and finally shrouded Ning Yi's head, enveloping the divine thought villain in Ning Yi's divine pool, walking slowly in the ancient scroll world.

Ning Yi needed a "guide", a "pathfinder", a "devotee" who provided divinity so that he could walk in the scroll of visualization.

Ye Changfeng is that person.

Visualize the inside of the picture scroll.

Ning Yi stood on top of the high mountains of the glacial snowfield, wisps of cold wind blowing, and it was bitterly cold to the bone.

If your soul is blown into it, it will instantly freeze into ice slag and then shatter.

The world in this scroll is extremely harsh.

Ning Yi was carrying a lantern in his hand.

The lantern emitted a faint fluorescence, and within three feet, it was bright.

The wick glow is soft and warm, and the night and cold are banished.

Ning Yi had been walking on this glacial plateau for "five days", and he wanted to find a clear place in this ancient scroll.

That is what Ye Changfeng called "creation".

It was precisely because Ning Yi did not have the slightest reservation that he told his ancestors all his secrets.

That's why there is this "creation".

The old sword immortal used the technique of deduction and came up with a vague idea waiting to be implemented.

If it is said that from the Pavilion of the Scriptures to the world of ancient scrolls, it is a one-way entrance to the world of visualization.

Then the world of ancient scrolls, to Ning Yi's heart lake, is likely to be a two-way entrance.

Ning Yi's realm was not enough, and he couldn't find the entrance to the heart lake and enter that world.

But now with Ye Changfeng's blessing, he can trek through the ancient scrolls in this world and find the way he came.

After that, there was no visualization map.

Ning Yi can also enter here.

According to Ye Changfeng's conjecture, there are very important things hidden in this visualization map, and the lethality of the sword wielders of the past generations is extremely strong.

This is a tradition that has been passed down from unknown places for a long time.

If you find the entrance, you find the inheritance.