Stunned for a while, Ji Wutong came to the fifth floor.

The room left by Zhang Shanyou is still easy to find, and there is a wooden sign hanging on the door, on which the three big characters of Ji Wutong are neatly written.

Pushing the door open, the house is still fresh and elegant, without too much decoration and embellishment, and there are two hangers on the wall behind the door, just enough to fit a large bow and quiver.

I don't know if it was specially arranged by Zhang Shanyou.

On the small round table in the middle of the room, there is a set of tea cups and a book book, which looks quite old.

Ji Wutong picked up the book, glanced at the title, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart, this is this exercise, called: Chang Mingyan.

Thinking of Zhang Shanyou's mercenary round face, Ji Wutong sighed in his heart, he was such a person who only does fame and fortune, and he also has good intentions?

The fat-headed and big-eared Zhang Shanyou was still downstairs, squinting his two pairs of eyes at today's passenger flow, and he really had another account in his heart.

Chang Ming Yan is an extremely expensive exercise in the building, but no one can control it for thousands of years. But let the red kite give this exercise to the poor boy for nothing. If this is sold to someone else.... The more Zhang Shanyou thought about it, the more he felt pity.

It's a loss, and the big shopkeeper's deal is definitely a loss!

Ji Wutong's hands just touched the book slip, and somehow the book slip suddenly turned into a mist and slowly burrowed into Ji Wutong's chest.

Just now, the state of mind like a dead silence ushered in a wisp of breeze, and the four statues of the gods flickered with bursts of light, as if they had the intention of recovery.

Coming to the bed and sitting cross-legged, Ji Wutong closed his eyes and entered the state of mind.

The wisp of wind just now made the lake sparkling, and the reeds on both sides of the lake saw new sprouts, Ji Wutong felt a lot more at ease, and walked towards the lake pavilion.

Chang Mingyan was placed upright on the small table, and the breeze turned the book.

"The one who bows is more important than the one. Poor position, dilemma. ”

There was a sound of talking leisurely floating in the distance on the lake, and Ji Wutong suddenly turned red when he heard it, this is the voice of the old man Jiang. But when I looked around, I didn't see the figure of Old Man Jiang.

"Mo Duo thought, this exercise was created by me, but it was just a sloppy remark."

The voice in the air still echoed in his ears, Ji Wutong stabilized his mind and quietly listened to the voice of Old Man Jiang.

"The bow is more important than stability. The arrow is swaying, and it is difficult to point to it. ”

"The bow is heavier than speed. If you don't do 10,000 arrows, you won't be able to defeat 10 million. ”

After three sentences, Old Man Jiang's voice disappeared without a trace, and the four statues of gods in the lake were full of light, and suddenly turned into living creatures in an instant, attacking Ji Wutong.

Ji Wutong took the bow and stood up, understanding the meaning of these four statues. Suddenly, the lake was flying and tumbling, and the arrows were shining in all directions.

In position, in stability, in speed. Ji Wutong finally got a cultivation of creation.

Chang Mingyan is divided into four volumes, Ji Wutong's current cultivation is only the most basic chapter, the second and third volumes are Bugang and archery respectively, and the last volume is Qianhua, Ji Wutong doesn't understand what it means.

I don't know how long it has been, this cultivation ended with the four god statues calming down, but Ji Wutong's immortal root was still wrapped in that black qi.

It was night when I woke up again, and there was a burst of singing downstairs, it was Wu Anrao's voice.

Ji Wutong walked downstairs, not feeling a trace of fatigue, but very energetic, but feeling very hungry.

As soon as he sat in the hall on the first floor, Xiao Er brought a few plates of food and put them in front of Ji Wutong.

"You harnessed Chang Mingyan?"

Zhang Shanyou came to the table, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Ji Wutong grinned, nodded and said, "That was written by the old man Jiang, how did Zhang Zhang's matter come about?" ”

"Your first teacher? .... The red kite gave it to you. ”

Zhang Shanyou was shocked in his heart, the legend of Chang Mingyan was a thousand years ago, what is the origin of this old man Jiang.

"This meal...."

Ji Wutong was very hungry, but he didn't dare to move his chopsticks, and he didn't have much silver on his body.

"Let's keep the accounts first! It's good for you to return to me when you get to Senye Mountain. ”

Zhang Shanyou looked at Ji Wutong's gluttonous appearance when eating, waved his hand in disgust and turned to leave.

After a while, Ji Wutong, who finally filled his stomach, looked at the pot of wine on the table and didn't move. A pair of jade hands slowly poured a cup and put it in front of Ji Wutong.

"Little brother, you have to drink alcohol when you listen to the music, the taste is more refreshing, don't pity this immortal."

Wu Anrao was wearing a white dress today, with a flower lit on her forehead, delicate and moon-looking, looking at Ji Wutong with a smile.

Hearing the words 'Immortal', Ji Wutong let out a long sigh, this wine is indeed delicious, and just by pouring out a glass, the aroma of the wine floats on the tip of his nose.

But this wine is not as good as the cheap peach blossom wine on the street in Xue Pingshan Pass.

"I don't drink." Ji Wutong paused for a long time and pushed the wine glass away.

Wu Anrao is like a delicate flower among the weeds, and after getting off the stage, she came to Ji Wutong's side, and was clearly seen by the diners on the side, and they naturally watched Wu Anrao and Ji Wutong's every move.

Seeing that Ji Wutong rejected the wine poured by Wu Anrao himself, there was an uproar around him, saying that this young man did not understand the amorous feelings.

"It's okay if you don't drink it. Seeing things and thinking about people, drinking and reminiscing. ”

Wu Anrao nodded and smiled, she had seen Xue Pingshan, and she also knew that Xue Pingshan died outside the city last night, so she drank all the wine that Ji Wutong pushed over.

There were bursts of cheers around him, and there were few people who could make Wu Anrao drink a cup of pleasure.

Wu Anrao returned to the stage again, her cheeks flushed, and her melodious singing voice rose again.

Ji Wutong only did it for a while in the hall on the first floor, and then went to his room, he didn't like the excitement.

Returning to his state of mind again, Ji Wutong had just put the arrow on the bow, and the four statues of the gods were shining again.

The three words Guluquan are the ones that Ji Wutong remembers most clearly in his heart now. The powerhouse of the Twelve Dan Demon Beasts Ji Wutong knew in his heart that only continuous cultivation could make him go further.

Arrow after arrow, Ji Wutong shot in the air in the lake of mood, and his mind was full of Xue Pingshan's appearance when he closed his eyes.

He smiled and waited for Sakura to pick him up, and he smiled without being ashamed of the righteousness in his heart.

For the first time, Ji Wutong felt that it was so important to become stronger, and he was resentful and scared in his heart.

He resented why God didn't let Xue Pingshan die, and he was afraid that he would not be able to protect the person he valued in his heart in the future.

Ji Wutong, who was sweating profusely, opened his eyes, it was already dark outside, and Ji Wutong clearly felt that there were more than a dozen powerful breaths around him.

Presumably, the immortals who lived on the fifth floor had returned, and under such a powerful aura, Ji Wutong still had no sense of security.

It is not strength that brings a sense of security, but familiarity.

It was difficult to sleep peacefully, Ji Wutong opened the window, the half moon was in the sky outside the window, the starlight was sparse, and the gusts of breeze made his body a lot lighter.

On such a relaxing and enjoyable night, Ji Wutong was worried.

At the beginning of the youth, I knew the taste of sorrow, I was worried about being in a heavy building, and I was sad to go to the next floor.

The same half-moon is like a hook, when Ji Wutong is at home, his father always looks at the moon in the sky, smoking a cigarette pouch without saying a word.

He didn't understand at the time, so he asked his father what he was thinking. Dad said he would know when he grew up.

Ji Wutong didn't know if he had grown up, and when he looked at the moon tonight, he had to plan for tomorrow.