Under the moonlight, Yuwen Cheshui frowned and pondered for a long time, recalling over and over again the annotations on the power of rules mentioned in the family's ancient books.

The so-called power of rules is a move that takes the peak of the Six Realms as the threshold and varies from person to person, and similar rules have appeared in the history recorded by the human race, but there is no exact same.

The peak of the six realms is still in the middle three realms. The middle three realms are the fourth, fifth, and sixth realms, which are the realms where immortal cultivators break away from the flesh of ordinary people and lay a key foundation for future enlightenment, so they are also called the rock realm. When an immortal cultivator reaches the peak of the Six Realms, he can comprehend the power of rules by chance. However, this situation is extremely rare, and only one person has done it in the past hundred years, and that person is known as the person with the best qualifications in Dongsheng Shenzhou in the past hundred years, Yuwen Cheshui's brother, Yuwen Jinshan.

The vast majority of immortal cultivators will gradually realize the power of rules only after they have crossed the six realms and stepped into the upper three realms, namely the seventh, eighth, and ninth realms. Most of the people who have realized the power of rules in the Seven Realms are cultivators with terrifying talents, and almost all of these people will be placed on high hopes by the sect family and used as the core of cultivation. Most ordinary immortal cultivators only realized the power of rules when they reached the eighth or ninth realm. However, if you can't comprehend the power of the rules after reaching the Nine Realms, it can almost be said that there is no hope of asking the fairy realm in this life. At least the Ask Wonderland that the human race has appeared in the past hundred years are all famous cultivators who have been famous since they were young. Therefore, there are also rumors in the market that the power of rules is actually a unique natural ability gifted by heaven and earth to immortal cultivators, and it is one of the important cornerstones that determine the level of immortal cultivators' future achievements.

And once the monk stepped into the upper three realms, he was in a completely different realm from the middle three realms, that is, the rock realm, which could be said to be very different. The most obvious difference is that the monks of the upper three realms can walk alone in the air and travel far away against the wind. Therefore, the upper three realms, namely the seventh, eighth, and ninth realms, are also known as the Broken Sky Realm by the world.

As for the fairyland after the nine realms, that is, ten, eleven, and twelve realms, it is too rare, and even if it is mentioned in the usual ancient books, it is only a few strokes, nothing more than a sentence such as moving mountains and seas.

Thinking of this, Yuwen Cheshui gritted his teeth, his expression was a little hideous, he quietly clenched his fists, and could not accept the ridiculous statement that Mo Shiping had learned the power of rules.

Obviously, it is the power of rules that can only be realized at the peak of the Six Realms, and he, Mo Shiping has realized it before he has embarked on the path of cultivation, so doesn't that mean that his qualifications are the first in the ages?

The world's ridiculous.

"Impossible, only the peak of the Six Realms has the opportunity to comprehend the power of the rules, this is the well-known threshold. Yuwen Cheshui shook his head with a firm expression, and once again said in denial.

Yuwen Qingquan, who was wearing a sword in white on the side, nodded slightly, withdrew his gaze looking into the distance, and said softly: "Yes, only the peak of the Six Realms can understand the power of rules, this is a threshold, and it is also one of the rules set by this heaven and earth, and no one can break it." ”

"But," Suddenly, Yuwen Qingquan changed his words, and said with some emotion: "If someone cultivates so high that he can steal the sky and change the sun, what if he is so high that he can make this world helpless?"

Hearing this, Yuwen Cheshui's eyes widened, and he muttered in disbelief: "How can there be such a person, even if you ask about the fairyland..."

"Alas. Yuwen Qingquan sighed lightly, raised his index finger, pointed to the sky, and then said: "There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people." Whether there is really someone sitting alone at the end of the sky, only God knows. ”

"Then Mo Shiping really understood the power of the rules so easily?" Yuwen Cheshui clenched his fists again, his eyes full of unwillingness.

Yuwen Qingquan was silent for a while, showing a rare look of awe, he shook his head lightly, and said, "That's not the power of his rules. I guess it was probably that person who taught him the power of his own rules according to a special rule. Therefore, Mo Shiping exerted it very reluctantly, and now it is far beyond the range he can bear. ”

"What?!" Yuwen Cheshui was a little stunned, completely shocked, he had heard for the first time that the power of rules could still be taught, which had never been mentioned in any ancient book.

Yuwen Qingquan leaned his back against the railing, sighed softly, and said slowly: "Nothing is impossible. As long as that person is strong enough that heaven and earth have to admit his rules. ”

Yuwen Qingquan looked up at the far sky in the north, with his vision at the peak of the Nine Realms, all he saw was a little wandering floating clouds, he wanted to know a little, if that person came to see, would he be able to see the demon clan that was about to move after the Northern Frontier at a glance. He didn't know how that person would feel, and he didn't know if that person would be able to save the sky the next time the demon clan made a comeback.

Yuwen Qingquan's expression was a little gloomy, and he sighed quietly, Mo Shiping's natural qualifications, he can naturally see some of them, and it will naturally not be a problem to step into the Sky Breaking Realm in the future, but if it is said that the possibility of getting involved in the fairy realm may not be as big as Yuwen Cheshui, let alone whether he can take over the burden in that person's hands. Yuwen Qingquan was very curious, why did that person choose Mo Shiping, the kid?

After a while, Yuwen Qingquan laughed self-deprecatingly, he is a person who has no hope of asking about the fairyland, and he also deserves to think about these questions? When the real general trend comes, the one who can decide the final direction must be the battle of the fairyland, and in their eyes, he is just a slightly larger ant.

Yuwen Cheshui caught a glimpse of his second uncle's somewhat lost expression, although he couldn't talk about admiring this second uncle, but compared to the elders in the family who almost only had Yuwen Jinshan in their eyes, and even his father, he still liked Yuwen Qingquan a little more. Because Yuwen Qingquan is probably the only elder in the family, who is also a teacher and friend, and the only elder who firmly believes that he Yuwen Cheshui will not lose to Yuwen Jinshan in the future.

Yuwen Cheshui put away his unwilling expression, let go of his fists, and pulled the corners of his mouth lightly, now that he knew the truth, he was relieved, so he said with a smile: "Second uncle, this time I lost." However, next time, I won't lose the battle of the Four Realms, or even the Skybreaking Realm after that. Isn't it the power of rules, and sooner or later I will realize it. I still remember that in the future, I will help you beat up the guy who beat you in the first place, it seems to be called Wei Li, right?"

Yuwen Qingquan nodded with satisfaction, his eyes were full of anticipation, and in a trance, he seemed to see himself decades ago, and he was also so high-spirited, thinking of this, he unconsciously pressed his right hand against the hilt of the sword. However, Yuwen Qingquan thought about it for a while, and added: "I don't have much enmity with Wei Li, it's okay to beat you a little, don't kill it, it's troublesome if you kill it." Remember that when the time comes, you must say that you are the strongest Nine Realms taught by my Yuwen Qingquan. ”

Yuwen Qingquan did not doubt whether the young man could do it, he believed that what he could not do, Yuwen Cheshui would definitely be able to do it.

"Hahaha, second uncle, I remember. ”

...

When the first rays of sunlight shine on the earth, the dark night recedes like a tide.

As for Hengyang, that is, around the end of the day, Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui walked out of the inn. Mo Shiping fell asleep until midnight yesterday, but he woke up very early today, got out of bed at the right time, and washed up briefly. But Wang Fugui next door slept until about midnight, and then he was woken up by the sunlight shining in from the window, otherwise he might have to sleep until noon.

However, Mo Shiping was not in a hurry to wake him up, after all, in the third round of trials, he and Wang Fugui did not sleep for a day and a night. Moreover, after he fainted, Wang Fugui thought that Wang Fugui carried himself all the way down the mountain to the inn, and then guarded aside. Therefore, Mo Shiping also hoped that Wang Fugui could sleep peacefully until he woke up naturally, and besides, they had three days of free time, so they were not in a hurry.

Wang Fugui and Mo Shiping discussed it and decided to act separately to save some time, Wang Fugui took the jade slip to exchange money, and Mo Shiping went to deal with his own affairs, and met at the head of Qingluo Town an hour later.

Mo Shiping had seized a total of five jade slips in the previous third round of trials, and at the moment, he handed over four of them to Wang Fugui and asked him to take them to repay the money, except for the one he had obtained at the beginning. The young man named Zhang Ziwei, although his strength was ordinary, left a deep impression on him.

Mo Shiping walked alone on the streets of Qingluo Town, turning around and walking towards a deep alley. He inquired from passers-by before that the only private school in Qingluo Town was in this deep alley.

As he walked, Mo Shiping suddenly heard the sound of children reading.

"Eat lightly, drink water, bend the humerus and pillow it, and enjoy it. Unrighteous wealth and nobility are like floating clouds to me. ”

Mo Shiping smiled heartily, followed the sound, and saw that in a humble courtyard made of earthen walls, there were four children sitting on the ground, in a neat posture, and an old gentleman with gray hair was pacing in the courtyard, leading them to recite sentences from the books of the sages.

Mo Shiping lowered his pace, quietly walked to the earthen wall, and stopped to watch.

"A gentleman is ill and incompetent, and he is not a patient who does not know it. ”

The old gentleman shook his head and read a sentence, and the children followed suit.

"Wang Fuyun, tell me, what does this sentence mean?"

In the courtyard, a little boy dressed in a somewhat shabby linen robe stood up, bowed respectfully to the old gentleman, and then replied aloud: "This sentence means that the gentleman is worried about his own incompetence, not about whether others understand him. ”

The old gentleman nodded, stretched out his hand to signal that Wang Fuyun could sit down, and then said: "The meaning is roughly like this, but it is easy to say, but it is difficult for us to really do it." Sit and talk about the Tao, get up and act, and encourage you together. With that, the old gentleman was dressed and made a gentleman's salute to the four students. Naturally, the children did not dare to hold it up, so they all hurriedly got up and returned the salute.

Outside the earthen wall, Mo Shiping nodded secretly, looking at Wang Fuyun with a hint of envy, once upon a time, he also had the dream of going to a private school to study with Mr. Teaching, but then he gave up because of life.

"What a good old teacher. ”

Mo Shiping quietly took two steps back and silently bowed to the old gentleman in the courtyard. He originally planned to see if Wang Fuyun had adapted to the private school life he had dreamed of, and whether he had met a good gentleman. Now it seems that he can rest assured that Wang Fuyun learned very quickly in the private school.

So, Mo Shiping smiled happily, lowered his pace again, and left lightly, he didn't want to disturb the four eager students in the courtyard, nor did he want to disturb the old gentleman with enthusiasm and hope in his eyes.

Walking out of the deep alley, Mo Shiping walked quickly to the downtown again, and after a while, he walked to the door of a large-scale martial arts hall.

"Zhang Ji Martial Arts Hall. This should be the place. Mo Shiping softly read out the four gilded characters on the plaque.

Before, Mo Shiping was still a little worried about whether the young man named Zhang Ziwei was a descendant of a martial arts family in Qingluo Town, but when he asked someone, passers-by immediately pointed the way when they heard that his surname was Zhang.

In front of the martial arts hall, two majestic stone lions are placed, the door of the house is wide open, welcoming visitors from all directions, at a glance, it is full of confidence, and there is no fear of someone coming to kick the hall.

Since the two gates were open, Mo Shiping also walked straight in.

When I walked through the front door, I was greeted by a martial arts arena with a radius of about ten zhang, and there were twenty or thirty disciples who were playing various boxing techniques and practicing hard.

Mo Shiping stopped in place and watched for a while, but he didn't see the young man named Zhang Ziwei. Just as he was about to ask someone, a disciple in a black practice uniform trotted over.

"You're here to apprentice?"

Mo Shiping shook his head.

"Oh, that's what you're here to smash the field?" the disciple suddenly looked vigilant, and even rolled up his sleeves.

Seeing this, Mo Shiping shook his head with a smile again, and explained: "I'm here to find a young man named Zhang Ziwei to return something to him, is he here?"

When the disciple heard this, he nodded, his expression softened, and he replied, "You are looking for Senior Brother, then you wait here, and I will call him over." With that, he turned around and ran to the back hall.

"Good. Mo Shiping replied softly, stopped in place, and waited patiently.

After a while, a sturdy young man walked briskly from the inner hall.

Mo Shiping saw this meat-faced young man from a distance, and he was in a trance, time has passed too fast in the past few days, and he actually has a delusion, as if he met this young man named Zhang Ziwei, as if it happened yesterday.

Zhang Ziwei, who was also wearing a black practice uniform, also saw the young man standing in front of the martial arts arena and smiling at him, and his face sank suddenly, he never expected that this evil young man who dug a pit for himself would actually come to the door.

Zhang Ziwei walked quickly to Mo Shiping, stared at him vigilantly, and said sharply: "What's the matter, what are you doing here?"

Mo Shiping's expression was as usual, he took out a jade slip from his arms, threw it to Zhang Ziwei, and said with a smile: "Just return your jade slip." ”