Walking to the front of the house, Zhou Qingqing took a deep breath and stretched out his hand to push the door open, and as the door opened, the scene in the house also came into view. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Different from the empty scene of the two houses in the Three Calamity Winds, most of the furnishings in this room next to the bloody wind were complete, because the room was full of formation and spiritual energy, even after 10,000 years, the tables and chairs in the house still looked as clean as new, without dust.

There was a thick book on the table made of spiritual wood, the pages had been yellowed, obviously a long time, Zhou Qingqing saw this book, his heart moved, and he walked to the table and opened it-

Zhang Fan, the ninth layer of qi training, stepped into the courtyard on the eighth day of the second month, the potential is good, the questions asked, how to break through the tenth layer of qi training. The tenth layer of Qi training is the last layer of the realm of the Qi training period, when you are ready for the foundation building period, the biggest difference between the foundation building period monk and the Qi training period monk is the spiritual power liquid in the qi sea, so if you want to break through the ten layers of Qi training, you should compress your own spiritual power, rather than continue to absorb spiritual power.

Chu Cheng, the tenth layer of Qi practice, stepped into the hospital on the second day of the first month of March, with good qualifications, the questions asked, what kind of Taoism should be practiced after breaking through the foundation building period. This son is practicing the Qingfeng Qi Technique, and there are three Taoist methods in the Qingfeng Sect that are in the same vein as this method, and I see that this son has a gentle temper, like a breeze, and I recommend the most moderate Qingfeng Dao method.

This book was not any Dao method that Zhou Young Man expected, but just a book that was used by the original owner to record the names of the disciples of the Qingfeng Sect who came to this courtyard, and cultivated these contents.

Although he was a little disappointed in his heart, he was not so disappointed, because in addition to these contents in this book, there were also questions asked by each disciple and the answers answered by the original owner, although some answers were useless, but some answers could also be of great help to the current Zhou Qingqing.

Zhou Qingqing sat on the chair next to the table with the book in his arms, carefully read the records one after another, and memorized the answers that were useful to him in his heart.

It took him two days to finish reading this book, and at this time, his temperament had changed a little compared to two days ago, and many of the answers were about the cultivation of the Qi cultivation period, and after reading these answers, he not only found out many problems in his current practice, but also became more and more enlightened about the future path of cultivation.

When he turned to the last page, Zhou Qingqing's face suddenly showed a trace of surprise, only to see that the last page was different from before, although it was also a record, but the handwriting and content of the record were completely different from before-

Some, Xuantian Sect Li Ran, March 12 stepped into the Ten Thousand Wind Road, March 23 walked through the insect wind, into this bloody wind, it took 11 days, creating the history of Xuantian Sect for 3,000 years, and the record of 1,200 years in the Yuguo Xiuzhen Realm.

The handwriting is flying and dancing, flying and domineering, just sixty or seventy words occupy most of the area of the left and right pages, from the content, Zhou Qingqing even faintly saw the scene where the owner of this word stood in front of this table and wrote down this word with a pen.

Turning the page, the handwriting has changed again, this time the handwriting is more delicate, if the handwriting on the previous page is a fire, then the handwriting on this page is like a green leaf.

My name is Zhou Changsheng, in order to seek immortality to step into the cultivation realm, I am not willing to succumb to people and step on this ten thousand wind paths, and I vow to break out of a world in this cultivation realm, so that everyone can see me, and they all bend down and call respectfully, immortal real people!

The moment he saw the four words of Changsheng Zhenren, Zhou Qing's pupils couldn't help shrinking, and his face showed surprise, he didn't expect that his ancestor Changsheng Zhenren had also walked through the Ten Thousand Wind Dao and had been here like him.

Turning the page again, the page became blank, and there was no handwriting, looking at the blank page, an impulse suddenly rose in Zhou Qingqing's heart, and this impulse quickly became stronger and stronger, and it became uncontrollable.

"Whether it is the senior of Xuantian Sect who claims to be Li Ran or the ancestor Immortal True Person, they all came here through the insect wind and left their traces, if I don't leave anything, wouldn't it be a violation of this rule. After a while, Zhou Qingqing smiled, made a decision in his heart, took out a pen and wrote.

"A young scholar, familiar with Confucius and Mencius for more than ten years just to get a little fame, but the family changed suddenly, and had to embark on the road of cultivation, and he has deeply felt the cruelty of cultivating the truth so far. Within ten years, I will set foot in the Yuanyang Sect and rescue my father and younger brother Qingshan!"

When the last word was written, the pen in his hand penetrated more than ten pieces of paper, Zhou Qingqing took a deep breath, put the pen away and put the book back on the table, when the book was closed, his face returned to calm, only a trace of waves flashed in his eyes from time to time can still reveal his heart is not as calm as it appears at this time.

He then turned around and walked towards another room, only to see a blue-green futon on the inside of the house, he recognized the identity of this futon at a glance, his pupils shrank and then turned into a touch of excitement, "These futons are actually made of pure heart grass, what the master said is really right, the higher the Wanfeng Dao, the greater the chance of finding the treasure, a futon like this is worth at least 100,000 spirit stones!"

And around the futon, there was a small brown bag the size of a palm lying quietly on the ground, seeing this bag, Zhou Qingqing's breathing became uncontrollably short, "This... This can't be a storage bag, right?!"

He walked a few steps quickly and bent down to pick up the bag, and from the bag, he could feel a faint fluctuation of spiritual power, which made him more sure of the thoughts in his heart, but when he tried to look at the contents with his divine thoughts, the divine thoughts seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and they couldn't penetrate it.

Young Zhou couldn't help frowning, "It's weird, what's going on? The storage bag actually isolates the divine thoughts? Is it because he didn't recognize the Lord?"

With the thought of it, he immediately bit his fingertip and handed a drop of blood to this "storage bag", but the blood fell on the "storage bag", and instead of being absorbed by the "storage bag", it quickly flowed down the surface of the "storage bag" and fell to the ground.

The young man had no choice but to put the strange "storage bag" aside, and after seeing the last room, he returned to the room, which was empty and empty, and now there were only three valuable things in front of him.

The first thing is the book, this is excluded first, and the rest is this pure heart grass futon and this strange "storage bag", the value of the pure heart grass futon is obvious, at least 100,000 spirit stones, and the "storage bag" Although he doesn't know what it is, but the faint spiritual power fluctuations in it make him feel that this may not be a simple thing.

Is it to take this futon worth at least 100,000 spirit stones, or to take this strange "storage bag" that I don't know how much it is worth, and it is possible that a low-grade spirit stone is not worth it? Zhou Qingqing's heart was full of entanglement.

After thinking about it for a long time, he stretched out his hand to the futon, and then took it back, gritted his teeth and picked up the strange "storage bag" and put it in his storage bag, and walked towards the courtyard without looking back, "Damn, fight, it's a big deal to go to Southern Xinjiang Gu Land for two months, and I'll take this storage bag!"

When he walked into the courtyard, Zhou Qingqing let out a sigh of relief, glanced at the endless Wanfeng Dao that spread to the clouds above, and sighed lightly, "The bloody qi in the bloody wind is far beyond what I can deal with, it seems that my journey to the Ten Thousand Wind Dao is really the end." ”

Zhou Qingqing's heart immediately became worried again, although his appearance has changed back, but what should he do with the bow of the spirit boat on his back, when he just passed through the insect wind, everyone saw him carrying this thing, if he went out like this, it would be equivalent to telling them that the person who showed his might in the courtyard was him Zhou Qingqing, you must know that now, Wang Zhan and the people of Yuanyang Sect are estimated to be waiting for him outside the Wanfeng Dao.