Wang Yuan practiced "Changchun Gong" all night, and the next morning he was full of energy, and all his tiredness was swept away. Qingshan helped Wang Yuan bring water, and Wang Yuan hastily finished freshening up. Qingshan's grandmother had already prepared breakfast and beckoned Wang Yuan to sit down and eat.

After breakfast, Qingshan took Wang Yuan with ropes and climbing tools to the ancestral cave. They climbed over two large mountains, and finally reached the foot of the mountain where the ancestral cave was located before noon.

Although Qingshan has not practiced internal skills, the Miao people in the mountains are all good hunters, and Qingshan is no exception. After walking so far with something on his back, Aoyama didn't feel tired.

"Brother Wang, look, that's the ancestral cave!" said Qingshan, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Brother Qingshan, drink some water and rest. I'll just go up by myself!" Wang Yuan looked at the mountain and the caves on the mountain.

The mountain is about 10 feet high, and it looks as if it grew out of the ground, and it is surrounded by flat cliffs on all sides. How does this cliff look like it was cut with a knife? Yes, it was cut with a knife, no, it should have been split with a knife. Wang Yuan's eyes narrowed, although more than a thousand years had passed, he still found traces of knife slashing on this cliff. It seems that that immortal must be a master of using a knife! When he has practiced to this realm, he is estimated to be a master above the realm of transforming into a god! With only four swords, he has created such a mountain! Wang Yuan was full of admiration for this "immortal" in his heart at this moment.

"Brother Wang, I'm not tired. I know that you are a master of martial arts, although our Miao family does not practice boxing, but we also practice, especially practicing swordsmanship and bows and arrows!" As soon as Wang Yuan heard about sword practice, he immediately became interested, and came to live in Qingshan and asked, "How do you practice knife practice?"

"It is the knife technique handed down by our Miao ancestors, and it is said that a sacrificial master realized it from this ancestral cave. I don't practice well, you seem to look back and I'll practice for you!"

"Brother Qingshan, thank you!" Wang Yuan said sincerely.

"What's polite, I haven't even thanked you for saving Anu!"

"Haha! Good brother, then none of us should thank anyone! Qingshan, you said that this mountain is easier to go up from that side?"

"South!"

"Why?"

"In order to make it easier for them to go up, the priests dug a small hole in the cliff on the south side, and they could climb it with their hands and feet. ”

"So what are you waiting for? Let's go. ”

"Brother Wang, wait a minute, I'll tie the rope. We tie it around our waists so that if someone stumbles, another person can hold him. As he spoke, Aoyama handed the fastened rope to Wang Yuan, who took the rope and tied it around his waist as Aoyama had instructed. Aoyama took the other end and tied it around his waist.

The two of them came one after the other to the south cliff. Sure enough, there are a lot of round holes carved out of the cliff, just the size of your hands and feet. "I'll go first, Brother Wang, you follow me. If you can't climb, pull the rope and then we'll take a break. ”

"Brother Qingshan, I understand. You go first!" Wang Yuan nodded. Aoyama took a deep breath, held the small round hole with his hand, and climbed up. Seeing that he climbed more than two meters high, Wang Yuan also put the round hole on the cliff. The two crawled on the cliff one after the other, neither daring to speak, for fear of disturbing the other. After only one break in between, the two climbed to the top of the mountain.

Ascending to the top of the mountain, Qingshan sat on the ground tiredly. Wang Yuan is much better than him, the Changchun True Qi in his body is endless, his arms were sore when he climbed just now, and after combing the True Qi, he is now fine.

"Brother Qingshan, you can rest here first. I'll go to the cave and have a look!" Wang Yuan said and walked into the cave. The cave was dug out of a rock wall at the top of the mountain. The cave is very large, and three stone chambers are divided into it. Wang Yuan walked into the cave and saw a stone table and a stone chair in the outer cave. There is a depression next to the table and chairs, which must be the location of the waterhole in the sacrificial mouth.

Wang Yuan jumped into the depression, and the ground was full of stones, but there was not a drop of water. Wang Yuan patiently turned over the stones, hoping to find the cloud jellyfish, but after searching for a long time, he searched all the stones, but still failed to find the cloud jellyfish.

"Sure enough, it won't be so easy for me to get!" Wang Yuan muttered to himself.

"Brother Wang, have you found it?" but Qingshan finished resting and came to help.

"No, let's look inside!" Wang Yuan finished speaking, and took the lead into one of the stone rooms. There is only one stone bed in the stone room, and there is nothing else, and it is estimated that everything else has been taken away by the previous sacrifice bar, and only these stones that cannot be moved are left. Wang Yuan took a turn inside, and deliberately went up to the stone bed to sit for a while, but he didn't find anything abnormal.

"There's nothing in this room, how about Aoyama and yours?"

"I don't have anything on my side either. ”

"Well, that's the last one left. ”

"Brother Wang, let's go in together!"

"Okay, I'll go ahead!" Wang Yuan said as he strode towards the stone house, Qingshan came over on the other side, and the two met at the door of the third stone house.

This stone house is larger than the other two, and has a painting made of knife marks on the side wall. "This is it!" shouted Aoyama. "It was from this painting that the priest realized the sword technique!"

"Sure enough, it's a good knife technique!" Wang Yuan nodded and said. His eyes lit up and he stared at the painting on the wall, and it seemed to him that the painting was alive. Knife after knife, Wang Yuan unconsciously followed with his hand. Qingshan saw Wang Yuan's strange appearance, he stepped back a little, and watched Wang Yuan's movements from the side.

I saw Wang Yuan's eyes slightly closed, and his hands swiped in mid-air, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, with a hint of charm in nature. Looking at his movements, Aoyama seemed to have something touched in his mind, but when he thought about it, there was nothing. It's a feeling that drives people crazy.

Wang Yuan himself was immersed in a mysterious and mysterious realm, which is exactly the epiphany that Buddhism talks about. A pair of knife diagrams seemed to open a door for him, and he felt that the knife technique that had been stagnant recently had been greatly improved, and a trace of sword qi gradually took shape in his body. After a long time, Wang Yuan withdrew from the state of epiphany. There was a breath in his chest that he didn't vomit or feel unhappy, so Wang Yuan ran out of the cave, stood on the top of the mountain and looked up to the sky and roared, and the roar echoed in the mountains for a long time.

"Inn, what happened to me just now?"

"Slave, you're lucky. I didn't expect you to have an epiphany, I have to say that you really hit the shit luck. ”

"Inn, you don't need to say your last sentence!" Wang Yuan said in his heart with a black line on his face. "What am I in now?"

"Slave, you're in the early days of the day after tomorrow. It took so long to reach the early stage of the day after tomorrow, and your qualifications are really unbearable. This inn is in a good mood and will send you a message. There's a secret room in the middle of that stone house!"

"Where is the Chamber of Secrets?"

"It's right behind the front wall, but I don't know how to get in. Slave, find out for yourself how to enter!"

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