In the early morning of the next day, the wind and the sun were beautiful, and the light mixed with vigorous vitality scattered all over the land, awakening the creatures of the whole land.

Qingyang stood in front of the door, breathing in the fresh air of the early morning, the air was a little humid, he looked back at the house with some reluctance, next, to go to the Beijing Palace to try, he had to leave the house, and leave the town for about a month.

After muttering for a long time, Qingyang shook his head, put aside his chaotic thoughts, and carried a book basket made of bamboo on his back, and strode out of the Yun family and out of Dusk Town.

Out of the gate of Dusk Town, Qingyang turned his head and looked lightly, this place where he had lived for twenty years was about to leave again. For some reason, at this moment, his heart was full of deep sorrow, as if once he left this time, he would never have a chance to come back.

"It's strange, the people who should say goodbye have already said goodbye, why are you still so concerned in your heart? Three years ago, I also left home alone, and I didn't feel like this, but now I feel very sad, why?" Qingyang frowned, his eyes were still shrouded in Dusk, and there was an inexplicable expression between his eyebrows.

However, no matter how strong the parting sorrow is, this road has to go on after all, Qingyang slightly sorted out the chaotic feelings, and even if he took a step, he walked step by step in the direction of the departure from the Dusk Town, and gradually moved away, even if he looked back, he couldn't see the Dusk Town, and the only thing that Qingyang could touch in his eyes was the endless green trees.

The country where Qingyang is located is the country of Yan.

And the central city of Yan Kingdom, Kyoto, is not a short distance from Luodui Town, and on the way, you must pass through a dense forest and enter the official road, and then you can go all the way.

"I often hear the crazy old man say. This forest is extremely large, and there are often very terrible demons and monsters hidden in it, or evil beasts and beasts, if you encounter these, I am afraid that a few lives will not be lost, and this kind of evil monster can only be fought by the cultivator who has entered the heavens and the earth. ”

"I'm a scholar, and I'm powerless, so I'm walking on the edge of the forest this time, so it's better to be careful. Qingyang said slowly in his heart as he walked.

At this time, the wind and clouds in the sky changed slightly. High in the sky, there were two backlogged clouds slowly approaching, and as they approached, I thought that some changes were about to take place on this day.

Qingyang in the forest is moving forward with steady steps, thanks to his perennial walking in the prison forest and working in the medicine field. These heavy jobs have given Qingyang an extremely good figure, although he is good-looking. At first glance, it gives people the feeling of being a weak scholar. But in fact, his physique is still okay.

Therefore, this time in a hurry, he didn't feel too much effort, but the sweat flowed like rain, and gradually, Qingyang felt a trace of fatigue coming from his body, and Qingyang gasped for breath. Leaning slightly under a big tree, he put down the book basket, took out the water and dry food in it, and ate it slowly.

"It's a really hot day, too. The sun is shining, even if I am walking in the shade of green, I am sweating, looking at the size of this forest, I am afraid that I will have to walk for seven or eight days, alas, if I am a cultivator, I will arrive in Kyoto in the blink of an eye at this moment. Qingyang sighed to himself after eating, and looked at the jungle with a little confusion, where there were mottled traces of light leaking out, which made Qingyang a little sleepy.

The breeze was warm, gently brushing Qingyang's face, and an extremely comfortable feeling came from all around, especially after the water and food were full, Qingyang felt a very strong sense of sleepiness, which could not be stopped, so that Qingyang slowly closed his eyes, and gradually in this forest, there was a snoring sound sounding slowly.

Qingyang actually fell asleep here, maybe he was too tired to hurry, or the breeze was warm, and the green shade was intoxicating, he fell asleep with a hint of sleepiness, without the slightest warning.

The two backlogged clouds in the sky finally slowly came together, and in the high sky, which was invisible to mortals, there was already a very fierce friction between the two clouds, and when the two clouds met, it would rain rainingly.

Airplanes!

A deep voice was already slowly coming from the sky, and the birds in the forest were also fluttering and flying away from the nest at this moment, and they all knew that this place would be baptized by the rainstorm next.

However, Qingyang didn't notice this at all, at this moment he slowly entered the dream again, in the dream, he became a heaven and earth cultivator, but at this moment, he had just stepped into the sect of cultivators-Ziyunmen.

In the dream, he was enlightened and demonic, and he actually triggered a terrible devouring, which made the king's qi condense, forming a noble purple flower on the top of his head, and the purple flower swayed, flickering was the surprised and greedy face of his master Ouyang Feng.

After this devouring, Qingyang's cultivation also directly reached the peak of the Yang Stilt Realm, and the incomparably wonderful energy circulated in Qingyang's body, which made him excited.

This was followed by the practice of the first finger of the Nine Fingers of the Burning Heaven, the Gathering Flame Finger.

Shun lì, a qiē of the dream can only be summed up in these two words, Shun lì incomparable. Whether it is cultivation or king skills, it is easy to comprehend, it seems that he is really a genius in cultivating the king, and Qingyang in the dream is a little proud.

It's just that, with the improvement of Qingyang's knowledge, he also slowly noticed that his master Ouyang Feng seemed to have a strange and inexplicable intention towards him, which made Qingyang vigilant in his heart.

And what followed was the biennial martial arts competition in the Purple Cloud Gate, and if you stood out in the martial arts competition, you could enter the royal road strengthening array and improve your cultivation. And Ouyang Feng strongly demanded that he obtain the qualification to enter this royal path strengthening array, so Qingyang began to practice penance for half a year.

In this half a year of penance, Qingyang is constantly improving his cultivation at the same time, he is also frantically practicing the Juyan Finger, the power of the Juyan Finger makes Qingyang happy to practice, practice makes perfect This sentence has a certain effect anywhere, with the increase in the number of exercises, the flame beam at Qingyang's fingertips has slowly become as thick as a water snake, with the powerful power of shooting rocks, which makes Qingyang's self-confidence soar.

This martial arts conference can be compared!

However, when Qingyang's cultivation was cultivated to the Yin Stilt Realm, Ouyang Feng told Qingyang about the Pupil Technique, and hurriedly took Qingyang to open the so-called Pupil Technique, and at this moment, the martial arts conference was about to start.

Outside the dream, the dark clouds in the sky have long been overturned in the dark, as if the world is about to be overturned, in addition, even the electric light is dancing wildly at this moment, followed by the rumbling low thunder explosion, but Qingyang seems to be sleeping extremely sweetly, and he has not been awakened.

Let's go!

At this moment, in Qingyang's obsessed consciousness, one after another cold and crazy slapped on his face, his brows furrowed slightly, and at that moment, Yuluo woke up from a dream.

"Hmm, what is my pupil technique?" In the cold, Qingyang slowly opened his sparse eyes, with a faint hint of blue light in his dark eyes, he murmured slowly, as if he was still in a dream.

"Hey, it's raining??damn it, I'm dreaming again!Oh my God, it's raining so hard, my books and dry food!" Suddenly, Qingyang seemed to sense the rain, and his body stood up violently, and he hurriedly took off the book basket behind him and protected it in front of him, lest the book basket be wet by the rain.

It's just that the rain seems to be coming very violently, and it is getting heavier and heavier, and for a moment it can't even cover this dense forest, and Qingyang begins to feel a burst of cold smashing on his body.

"No, it's going to be troublesome if it goes on like this, I didn't bring rain gear when I came out this time, I'm afraid I'll have to find a place to live!" Qingyang looked around, and suddenly found that there was a huge tree hole not far ahead.

It seems to be a good shelter from the rain. (To be continued......)