"Hutian, Hutian."

Pang Jian, who remained quiet and relaxed, suddenly felt each other one day and clearly realized one thing.

The human soul is like a calm and clear lake.

The water is very deep, but it's clear enough that you should be able to see the bottom of the lake.

However, whenever distracting thoughts arise and unsagile thoughts, the clear and calm surface of the lake is like being thrown into the rocks, causing the surface of the lake to ripple constantly.

When the ripples are formed, they blend with each other, and the surface of the lake is stirred, and it is difficult to see anything at the bottom of the lake.

Only by eliminating many distracting thoughts in the mind, maintaining inner peace and focusing on oneself, can the heart lake not ripple continuously, and can we look at ourselves clearly.

After realizing this, Pang Jian focused on practicing for a long time, and he felt more and more calm, and his mind gradually became clearer.

In this state, Pang Jian can feel that when he takes a deep breath, his abdominal cavity is gently agitated, such as a gentle massage of the internal organs, so that the internal organs become active and full of strength.

He immediately understood that he could penetrate his own inner mysteries, which was the so-called awakening.

At this point, he has a first glimpse of the way to practice the practice of "Hutian Qi Cultivation Formula".

This step alone has made Pang Jian feel great benefits, and every time he wakes up from meditation, he feels refreshed and clear-headed.

His hearing and vision have also improved slightly, and his inner anxiety and irritability have also been reduced a lot.

"Huh?"

One day, Pang Jian, who was concentrating on the existence of qi, sensed the warmth in his chest.

With a frown, he lifted the shirt from his chest and looked at a bronze pendant that was clinging to his skin.

The pendant is clumsy, fits the back of the skin, and is as smooth as warm jade.

On the front, it takes the form of a bronze door, filled with an unknown texture, and has two ring handles, which seem to open the copper door through the handle.

It was the only thing his father had left him with before he left that day.

Pang Jian has worn the bronze pendant for several years, and there has never been any abnormality or special features, but he has recently practiced with the "Hutian Qi Cultivation Technique", and whenever he perceives the movement of "Qi", the bronze medal always becomes too warm.

Holding the bronze medal on his chest, Pang Jian rubbed the front of the bronze medal with his fingertips, felt the rough lines, and gently pulled the ring handle.

The pendant in the shape of a bronze door did not open the door, nor was it strange because of his operation.

The unusual warmth of the object was broken by his clear state of mind, and it quickly recovered as before.

Pang Jian didn't care, got up to freshen up and eat, and then began the next round of concentrating on "qi".

In the process, the bronze medal on his chest became warm again, but Pang Jian no longer paid attention to it.

……

this day.

Pang Jian, who meditated on himself and focused on his cultivation, was disturbed by the sound of the outside world.

After stepping out of the stone house, he saw a few dry bones suddenly appear in the dim sky above him, falling like meteors towards the north of the Fourth Realm.

They disappeared into the depths of the Cen Lonely Mountain Range, causing the earth to shake and roar, causing the stone house behind Pang Jian to shake violently.

From such a distance, Pang Jian heard the frightened and excited roars of the beasts in the mountains.

Pang Jian naturally thought of the picture of a white divine bone piercing through the divine bird and green vulture, and vaguely felt that the dry bones falling from the sky might have the same origin as the divine bones.

The difference is that the bones of the god that assassinated the green vulture are as bright as jade, and the divine light is clear.

The dry bones that fell towards the Cen Lin Mountains were gray and dull, and the mysterious power they contained seemed to have been exhausted, and they seemed dull and lifeless.

Pang Jian, who was abnormally alarmed by the sky, suspended the cultivation of the "Hutian Qi Cultivation Technique" and paid close attention to the changes in the sky.

Half a day later.

Pang Jian saw a golden chariot bathed in divine light, which took the lead in emerging from the depths of the thick clouds, and swooped all the way to the depths of the Cen Lin Mountains.

When the chariot landed, there was a roar in the mountain, and a dazzling pillar of golden light rushed into the air, and it took a long time before it slowly fell back.

A day passed.

Another huge sailing ship also fell from the sky, and the black pennant fluttered on the sailing ship, and in the center of the flag was a blood-colored crescent moon rising and falling, releasing a breathtaking and strange brilliance.

Soon after, another shiny five-story white tower slowly rotated and sank from the upper realm.

The chariots, sailboats, and white towers are all extraordinary things, which make Pang Jian fascinated.

Pang Jian gradually realized that in the depths of the Cen Lin Mountain Range, something must have happened.

The big people in the upper realm are either searching for dry bones, or they are running for the abnormality of the "treacherous fog".

Pang Jian, who hunted in the Cen Lin Mountains all year round, knew most of the areas in the mountains very well, and in the depths of those mountains and lakes, where there was danger and where his father had set a forbidden area to set foot in, he knew it well.

Although he had infinite curiosity in his heart, since he knew that there had been a great change in the Cen Lin Mountain Range, he still decided to put a stop hunting in the mountains for the sake of caution and focus on the rare spirit trick in his hand.

After that, he paid attention for a while, and when he saw that there were no more strange objects from the upper realm falling, he returned to the house to continue his cultivation.

The "qi" recorded in the "Hutian Qi Cultivation Formula" is different from the air he breathes, not to breathe into the abdominal cavity, but to sink into the dantian spiritual sea.

This kind of "qi" is called "aura", which has magical power, and it is also the foundation of the strength of qi refiners.

Pang Jian, who restrained his inner curiosity and suppressed his desire to explore, could often hear the roar from the depths of the Cen Lonely Mountain Range, the roar and screams of people, and the wailing and roaring of wild beasts when he felt the existence of "aura".

He was sure that in the depths of the Cen Lonely Mountains, there would be a fierce battle breaking out, so he restrained his desire to explore even more.

……

"This is it."

Pang Jian, who was practicing hard that day, was alarmed by the sound outside the courtyard and hurried out to visit.

Outside the fence, a group of seven people rode tall armored war horses, and they arrived in front of his house at some point.

Or because he was too serious about cultivating and focusing on the subtlety of his abdominal cavity, Pang Jian didn't hear the sound of horses' hooves.

"Click!"

The man drove his horse unceremoniously, and the heavy hooves of the horses broke the fence and rushed straight into the courtyard.

"The people of Linshan Town say that you have been hunting in the Cen Shan Mountains all year round, and you are most familiar with the other side of the mountains, but is this so?"

A gloomy old man with a goatee rode an armored war horse to Pang Jian, and he didn't mean to get off the horse and speak, so he looked at Pang Jian condescendingly, and said with an attitude that could not be refused: "We are going to go to the Cen Lonely Mountain Range, and we need to find someone who is familiar with the terrain and environment to guide the way, and it is you kid." ”

"No, no." Pang, who knew that the mountains were not peaceful recently, stubbornly refused.

"That's not up to you."

The old man bared his teeth and smiled, untied the thick black rope at the saddle, and put on a posture of forcibly taking Pang Jian away.

"Let me talk to him!"

Behind the old man, a girl shouted softly and came with a white horse.

When she arrived next to the old man, she also didn't mean to get off the horse, but just threw a cloth bag at Pang Jian casually, and said indifferently like a charity: "We are not unreasonable, we are paid for you." ”

On the white horse, the girl is wearing a neat and energetic suit, her appearance is quite beautiful, her curves are exquisite, and she looks heroic.

Those young women in Linshan Town are compared with the girls in front of them, like the light of rice grains compared to the light of the bright moon.

Pang Jian, who has only been active near the Cen Lonely Mountain Range since he was a child, and even Linshan Town rarely goes, fixed his eyes on the girl and lost his mind for a moment.

"Look at me again and I'll gouge out your eyeballs."

Without waiting for Pang Jian to take a few more looks, on a black horse pulled behind, there was a thin white-robed young man with a cold scolding in his slender eyes.

Pang Jian didn't say a word, silently withdrew his gaze, and then picked up the cloth bag on the ground.

When he opened it, he found that it was full of large pieces of silver, enough for him to exchange for several years of rice, flour, grain and oil to meet his daily needs.

Pang Jian, who was holding the cloth bag tightly, thought about it, since the mountain had been silent for a long time, perhaps the previous riots and disputes had already subsided.

He also wanted to know what was going on inside, so he said, "Okay." ”

"Hey, it's a money-grubbing kid." The gloomy old man chuckled, raised his hand to the location of the Cen Lin Mountain Range, and said, "You lead the way ahead." ”

Pang Jian looked at the snow-white horse that the girl was riding and said, "Walking too slowly, I want to get on the horse." ”

"Get on the horse?"

The white-robed young man on the black horse, seeing that Pang Jian's eyes had been full of coldness, became angry again when he heard the words: "Whatever you ask you to do, you will do it for me." If you dare to say one more word, I will cut out your tongue. ”

Gouging out his eyes and cutting out his tongue again, Pang Jian couldn't help but look at the young man who was looking at him angrily, and then looked at the beautiful girl who was heroic, and guessed that the young man should be in love with the girl in front of him.

"You can ride a horse?" The girl asked coldly.

"I'm a hunter in the mountains, do you think I'll be?" Pang Jian did not answer the rhetorical question.

The girl was surprised, she didn't expect Pang Jian to dare to ask herself, her eyes suddenly showed a different color, and after nodding slightly, she ordered: "Liu Qi, you and Zhang Heng share a horse, and your horse will be ridden for him." ”

"Oh."

A person reluctantly flew off the horse, pulled the reins and led the horse to Pang Jian, patted the head of the jujube red horse, and whispered something before saying: "It has a strong temperament, if your kid is injured by it, don't blame me." ”

With that, he turned his head with a smile and glanced at the white-robed young man.

The young man looked approving.

Pang Jian was silent, went back to the house and prepared the bow and arrow and long knife, and then put on the bamboo basket on his back, then took the reins and stepped on the stirrup on the horse, and then whipped the horse and rushed to the Cen Lin Mountains.

"Pedal Pedal Pedal T

The jujube red war horse suddenly galloped, swaying wildly on the way, like a fierce beast that had never been tamed.

Pang Jian's upper body swayed violently with the war horse, but the lower half of his body was always close to the horse's back, as if it had taken root, no matter how the war horse tossed, he just wasn't thrown off.

The war horse galloped wildly towards the Cen Lin Mountain Range, trying to get rid of Pang Jian by all means, but in the end it still failed to do so.

After a while, the tired war horses gradually calmed down as if they had resigned themselves to their fate.

"There's something about this kid." The old man stroked his beard thoughtfully.

"Hope this trip goes well."

The heroic girl sighed softly, her face was full of sorrow, her eyes did not linger on Pang Jian and the irascible horses at all, but always fell in the depths of the Cen Lin Mountain Range, and said: "The blood moon in the upper realm, the Yin Spirit Temple, and the people of the Burning Sun Sect, go deep into it and life and death are unknown, and none of them have been able to get out so far. ”

The girl paused for a moment, and then said: "The extreme north area of the Cen Lonely Mountain Range is partially shrouded in treacherous fog, and nine times out of ten it has become a forbidden place, and I don't know how many unknown horrors have been bred. ”

"You shouldn't have passed. You are destined to go to the Upper Realm, how can you venture inside? The white-robed young man shouted.

"From the moment we embark on this spiritual path, it will be impossible for you and I to have a stable life." The girl shook her head slowly, her white and flawless face was full of firmness, and she said calmly: "The great change has subsided, and it is relatively safe." ”

"I'm going to die on the way to explore the Cen Lin Mountains, which proves that I lack ability and luck, and I won't live long if I go to the upper realm."

"Let's go."

After the order was given, she led the pioneer horse forward, and the people had to hurry to follow.

……