North Abyssal Continent.

Cangwu Mountain, Qingyuan View.

Qin Yu opened his eyes suddenly, and pointed at the knife in front of him with a slight stroke, and drew a straight cloud line out of thin air.

As soon as the cloud line appeared, it began to flow and change constantly, and finally evolved into the ancient text of the word "Taichu".

Qin Yu nodded with satisfaction, and said secretly: "I heard that the ancient sages wrote Yanwen with divine souls, and every word can be changed in every way. Although I am still only one into two, I can be regarded as entering the hall and getting a glimpse of the true meaning of Yanwen for the first time. ”

After ten years of hard work, once he attained the Tao, Qin Yu's depression in his heart was finally liberated, and his mind suddenly became extremely accessible. He chuckled, suppressed all the thoughts in his heart, and then began a day of breathing practice.

Two hours later, Qin Yu woke up from his meditation, only to feel that what he saw, what he heard, and what he felt on his skin were a little clearer than before, and it was clearly because his soul had grown stronger.

"In the past ten years, I have entered the meditation several times to seek the Tao species, and the elders in charge have sent me away with only one sentence before the opportunity has arrived, causing me to have no way to ascend to heaven and enter the mysteries, and I have to practice the "Tianyanlu". Now that you have cultivated the true meaning of Yanwen, you should go to Tianbi Valley as soon as possible to comprehend Yanwen on the wall, so as to find a chance to ascend to the sky. ”

With all in mind, Qin Yu immediately began to pack his luggage. When he was expelled from the Qin family, he only brought some money and a few sets of clothes up the mountain. Now, the money has long been spent, and there are only a few sets of clothes left, which are packed up very quickly.

Qin Yu tied the burden on his back, wrapped his leggings, and then carefully put the "Tianyanlu" into his arms, and then went out of the cave. He stood in front of the cave, glanced back at the cave where he had lived for nearly ten years, and then went down the mountain without looking back.

Tianbi Valley is located near the Tianchi where the Xuanyuan Sect is located, hundreds of kilometers away from Cangwu Mountain, and there are as many as 100 peaks to climb during this period.

Qin Yu is determined to live forever, and after ten years of hard work, his mind has already been tempered with incomparable tenacity, he identified the direction and went straight all the way, encountered mountains and mountains, waded in the water, and soon left Cangwu Mountain, came to a strange mountain.

On this day, Qin Yu was on his way when he suddenly heard a crisp sword sound in front of him.

"Someone up ahead?"

Qin Yu followed the sound, and after turning over a mountain, his vision suddenly opened up, and a lake immediately came into view. There is a stone pavilion built by the lake, in which fairies in white clothes are dancing with swords.

Looking from afar, I saw that the fairy in the pavilion was like a rainbow, and the white clothes were like smoke, staggering and moving in the water pavilion, sometimes delicate and delicate like a flying butterfly dancing, sometimes fierce like a killing god and slashing the sky and the sun.

"Such a woman, is she really a fairy in the sky?"

Although Qin Yu was curious, he had no intention of stepping forward to take a look. He walked in the mountains for many days, and his body was already covered with mud and grass, and his hair had not been taken care of for a long time, and he was draped on the back of his head, so he looked like a wild man. If you approach and collide with the fairy, you don't know what kind of trouble it will cause.

Qin Yu didn't want to do much, so he walked along the mountain and went around to the lake from the other side. He took off his clothes and walked into the lake, where he let the water submerge his body. A biting chill poured into his body along his pores, and he couldn't help but shiver at first, and then let out a hearty moan. Qin Yu took a deep breath and plunged headlong into the depths of the lake.

The world in the water was silent and ethereal, except for the cold water of the lake. Not long after Qin Yu swam, his fingertips touched a trace of softness, which was clearly the aquatic plants at the bottom of the lake. He changed directions and continued to dive, and after a while, he touched another uneven hard object.

"Yanwen?"

Qin Yu has been cultivating Yanwen for many years, and he is extremely sensitive, and when he touches it, he recognizes that this uneven texture is Yanwen. He touched the surface of the hard object, and soon touched the edge of it, which was a stone tablet.

The stele was too heavy to be salvaged. Qin Yu had to resurface and swim back towards the place where he was launched.

After going ashore, Qin Yu dried his body and changed into a set of clean clothes, which made him feel much more relaxed. He looked at his feet, and then at the center of the lake where the stele was located, and remembered the two locations in his heart.

After doing this, Qin Yu squatted on the stone by the water, washed and wrung out all the dirty clothes one by one, and then strung them up with branches and put them on the tree to dry. Then he took a few wild fruits out of his package and sat down on the rocks on the shore and ate them slowly.

These days, although Qin Yu is in a hurry, the practice that should be done has not been delayed for a day, and today is naturally no exception. When he had eaten and drunk enough, he found a large rock and sat cross-legged on it, adjusting his breathing as he had done before. Soon, Qin Yu felt that his divine sense was getting lighter and lighter, and he gradually fell into an extremely ethereal and mysterious state.

The practice of Qin Yu is called "Qingguanglu", which is the method of vomiting in the Xuanyuan Sect. Practicing this method can not only strengthen the body, but also polish the internal qi, laying a solid foundation for the foundation of the foundation and future practice.

In the past ten years, Qin Yu has been unable to obtain the Dao Seed Zhuyuan because of the obstruction of the Guanzhong Elders, so he has to practice the "Qingguanglu" every day, which is so full of internal qi in the body that he can turn into the True Yuan of the Dao when he is only waiting for the Yuan to be built.

It is the so-called place where misfortune and blessing depend, and where blessing and misfortune lurk. Qin Yu was obstructed by the elders of Guanzhong, and he had no choice but to practice "Qingguanglu", but his foundation was extremely solid. In order to go to Tianbi Valley to realize a Dao seed, he had to cultivate the "Tianyanlu", and in the end, not only did he cultivate the true meaning of Yanwen, but his divine soul was also tempered to be extremely strong in the process of deducing Yanwen day and night.

It can be seen that the blessings and misfortunes are all in their own choice, whether to retreat in the face of difficulties, or to move forward bravely, the choice is different, and the results will naturally be different.

As soon as two hours passed, Qin Yu woke up from his meditation on time. He opened his eyes, and there was a flash of light in his eyes. Qin Yu shook his head and said secretly: "This time I left the Guanguan without permission, and I have already torn my face with the elders in the Guanzhong. If you can't succeed, I'm afraid that there will be no possibility of entering the mystery in this life. Yes, success or failure is all in this line!"

When he thought of this, instead of feeling hesitant, he was full of ambition, and he longed to hold a sword in his hand and cut away all the obstacles that stood in front of him.

Qin Yu couldn't help laughing, put away all the clothes that were drying, and then got up and continued to hurry.

When Qin Yu had just climbed the mountain, the fairy in white had already noticed his arrival. As soon as he left, the fairy sighed faintly and threw the fairy sword in his hand. The fairy sword has a spirit, and after flying in the air for a circle, it automatically burrows into the scabbard.

A cloud boat floated in from afar and slowly landed in front of the pavilion. Dozens of fairies stood on the deck and saluted in unison, shouting respectfully, "Palace Master." ”

"Let's go!"

The fairy's clothes in the pavilion fluttered like a fairy, but there was a trace of sadness between the slightly frowning eyebrows.