This year, he had read too many cultivation books in the old library. The others, Xie Chengyun or anyone else, could barely catch up with him in terms of vision. He only walked on this mysterious mountain road for a while, and then he could judge that the mountain was full of formations, closely blending with the cliff rocks along the mountain road. It is so powerful because of harmony.

It's a pity that the formation and talisman dao method are the most complex and difficult to learn in cultivation. Even Chen Pipifu didn't know much about it, let alone Ning Que, who had just read a few books and mastered the basic knowledge of the formation. He was absolutely unable to break the formation.

Ning Que thought for a while, then raised his hand to his chest and made a spiritual bridge with his fingertips. He exported the power of his soul through the snow-capped mountains and the sea of qi, and felt the changes in the qi of heaven and earth on the mountain road. Then he walked up slowly.

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I don't know how long it took, Ning Que appeared on the road again.

He still didn't have any expression. Back on the bridge, he turned around and kept his eyes on the uphill road.

This time, he focused on feeling the changes in the qi of heaven and earth on the mountain road, trying to find a passage outside the formation. However, he found that the formation in the mountains was really amazing. When the climber tries to control the Qi of Heaven and Earth with the power of his mind and sense the passage of the formation, once the Qi of Heaven and Earth mobilized by the climber encounters the formation, it will automatically cause subtle changes in the formation. These seemingly subtle changes are like cliffs for climbers.

What's even more surprising is that the stronger the climber's psychic power, the richer the Heaven and Earth Qi that can be manipulated. Once the formation was hit, the changes in the Heaven and Earth Qi covering the True Mountain Road would become even more violent, directly destroying the climbers who had just found those passages.

This means that the stronger the spiritual power of the person who wants to walk the road, the richer the qi of heaven and earth that can be controlled, and it is easier to discover the true mountain path. At the same time, accelerate the change of formation and save the real mountain road.

There are only three ways for a climber to want to get through this formation-covered mountain road: First, when you spot the real mountain path, you should be fast enough to turn into a flash and fly over it before triggering the array tactic. Secondly, if you are in a high realm, you don't need to mobilize the qi of heaven and earth to touch the realm of perception. You just have to use your mind to take a random look. Then you can break the formation, see the primordial air flow on the mountain road, and then find that road. Third, you have a strong psychic power, which can control the qi of heaven and earth and accurately sense the channels in the formation. But at the same time, you also need to ensure that the Qi of Heaven and Earth will not be felt by the formation, so as to prevent it from changing.

There must be cultivators who are faster than the formation trigger, such as those legendary saints who have entered a state of disorder. But obviously, Ning Que is not one of them. There must also be cultivators who can see through the formation, such as Prince Longqing, who has already entered the mist halfway up the mountainside. But obviously, Ning Que is not one of them.

For Ning Que and those cultivators in the bridgehead who were desperately confused, they could only choose the third path. But on closer analysis, this is almost impossible.

The changes in vitality that make up the formation on the mountain road are like a labyrinth made of something softer than cream. Just as a blind man can only touch those cream walls with his hands very carefully, the climber must find the passage in this way without changing the shape of the cream wall. Once changed, so will the maze.

To do all this, the blind man must have the gentlest hands in the world, can gently catch the wind of the forest without being noticed, can take off the clothes of the woman sleeping in the bed without waking her, can brush the ink stone without getting dirty.

For a cultivator, these gentle hands are the qi of heaven and earth mobilized by their spiritual power.

They must ensure that the Qi of Heaven and Earth mobilized is precise and gentle enough to control the fine needles to embroider the flowers, so that the flowers stick to the bees and the bees dance on the needles. Only then will they be able to achieve what they want.

However, there was no cultivator in the world who would be so bored, using the powerful spiritual power cultivated through meditation to forcibly mobilize the qi of heaven and earth to be weak and gentle, and then spend countless hours cultivating this useless skill for cultivation.

"The person who arranges the formation must be an old and abnormal person."

Looking at the mountain road ahead, Ning Que made a judgment on the man in the academy who had set up the formation in his mind, and he thought it was accurate. Then he put his hand into his clothes, touched the pile of extremely cold things, and silently thought, "But I don't seem to be normal too."

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Just like on the mountain road on the other side of the bridge, when he stared at the sky with moist eyes, the hardships he had experienced over the years seemed to have become a gift from God. For an ordinary cultivator, there is no way to pass through the mountain path on the third path, but Ning Que may be able to give it a try. While it doesn't necessarily work out, there's at least a fantastic possibility.

Ning Que has been meditating since he was very young, whether it was eating, sleeping, staring blankly, or writing. With all his snow-capped mountains and qi sea acupoints blocked, the spiritual power obtained from meditation had been stored in Ning Que's mind and had grown in Ning Que's mind.

Only an idiot would deliberately change the qi of heaven and earth, and he could use such a powerful psychic power to mobilize the weak and gentle. Ning Que didn't want to. However, he was different from other cultivators because he couldn't cultivate at all. His fate was changed by coincidence, and in the end, only ten Qi Sea Snow Mountain acupuncture points were opened in his body. The qi of heaven and earth that he could sense was extremely limited.

Since it is limited, it is gentle.

In fact, Ning Que cultivated these boring and abnormal skills on Lin Forty-seventh Street, and in the past half a year, he controlled the Qi of Heaven and Earth to complete some small and useless tasks. Since the Qi of Heaven and Earth he could control was extremely limited, he knew that it would be difficult to win in battle. Therefore, he wanted to do it more subtly.

The young man who had finally entered the cultivation world, under the candlelight, in Sangsang's curious sight, in his room, kept meditating and sensing the qi of heaven and earth. He tries to control leaves, bathtubs, candlesticks, black pens, paper and ink stones, toilets and anything.

Until now, he still couldn't find his birth item and was trapped in a state of no doubt. He still couldn't control the flying sword like those invisible killing sword masters.

But he was able to control hundreds of fallen leaves under the trees in the yard to fly onto the hearth, forming a hill. He can control the bathtub to move from one side of the bed to the other like a fat doll, which makes Sangsang excited and applauded. He can control the pen to slowly fall into the inkstone, and then write on the paper like a child who is just starting to learn.

While training hard, Ning Que learned to kill the orcs of Minshan. He cultivated to control the qi of heaven and earth, causing the leaves to fly everywhere in the courtyard, the water for washing his feet everywhere, and the ink stains everywhere. These are all testaments to his hard work, including the smell of falling down the toilet bowl and the sweat of Sangsang as he cleaned up the mess.

It's hard, it's really confession. Although this method is clumsy, the effort makes up for the lack of intelligence. As much as it is, most people simply can't do it.

Therefore, even God was moved.

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Xie Chengyun escorted the tree, looked at Ning Que under the mountain, and said bitterly: "Ning Que, I don't know why you have been hiding your strength. Maybe you look down on me, but I can see that you are in the same state of doubt as I am.

"Only a cultivator who sees through the realm can grasp the law of the ups and downs of the qi of heaven and earth. Unless a miracle happens, you won't cross the mountain.

"Miss Jane once told me that before I was admitted, the academy was a place of miracles."

Ning Que took out a thin layer of silver foil from his chest, kneaded it into countless pieces, and then continued to move forward. The mountain wind blows from the valley below the bridge and whizzes over the mountains. It blew those thin, light pieces of silver foil around, like thousands of silver leaves, and then silently landed on the mountain road.

"It's a miracle that I'm alive. So I'm going to turn every day I live into a miracle.

After saying this, Ning Que walked forward while looking at the clear silver path in the sea of minds.

He appears confident as he travels down the road, and then his movements become weird and clumsy.

He lowered his body, squatted very slowly with the help of the tree, and then cautiously moved two steps forward.

Then he threw his right hand into the cliff, struggled to turn to the right, and took another step forward.

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The people in the academy looked at the sloping mountain road in the twilight. Suddenly, someone exclaimed. "Look! It's Ning Que!

Someone scoffed, "What is he doing? He lay on the ground and lifted his legs. Is he drilling a dog hole?

Zhong Dajun waved his fan slightly, and sneered: "He is actually very good at this kind of thing, such as drilling a dog hole and escaping.

Ning Que was the last to climb the mountain, and he held it for so long, which surprised most people, especially those classmates who thought they were familiar with him. In addition to shock, there are feelings of jealousy and hatred.

Chang Zhengming frowned slightly, looking at Ning Que, who was struggling to make a ridiculous move. He suddenly remembered the conversation he had with Ning Que in the academy last year, and muttered to himself, "I'm not sure how long he can stay.

"He's just a rude guy." Zhong Dajun slapped his fan with a "snap" and said indignantly.