The early morning in the cold iron mining area is much colder than the other areas of the Yufeng Sect, and there is not much cold iron ore left in the mining area of the cold iron mining area, and in another three or four years, the cold iron raw ore will be exhausted.

Yang Qing was wearing a thin gray robe, he didn't feel cold, and after washing with cold water, he spread his feet and ran towards Closed Moon Mountain at full speed.

Yang Qing's body is flexible, and between the rocks and trees, his body does not stagnate, and the kung fu of the tea cup has reached the top of the Closed Moon Mountain.

Lifting up seven or eight hundred catties of medium and large stones on the top of the mountain, he began to cultivate, and the hot breath exhaled from his mouth and nose dissipated without a trace as soon as the mountain wind blew.

The heart is no longer affected by the abnormalities in the body, the gods are clear, and the cultivation is very devoted.

"Yang Qing, you really don't want to die, you practice like this before your injuries are healed" A gentle voice came, with worry and anger in his tone.

"It's not as serious as you think, this snake gall and Xionghui fruit have made the injury eight or nine points better, and it won't affect cultivation anymore."

Yang Qing grinned, his rough face full of pleasure.

"Hmph, this is poison, you can eat it" Sun Xinyao returned to her former pretty, and the embarrassed appearance of yesterday could not be seen on her. As soon as he stretched out his hand, a blue-yellow, longan-sized pill appeared in his hand.

"This..."Yang Qing hesitated in his heart, of course he didn't dare to eat it, and he also knew that this pill was definitely not the poison that Sun Xinyao said in his mouth. It's for healing.

"I'm afraid of death, I don't dare to eat" Sun Xinyao smiled and said jokingly.

"Hey... I eat" Yang Qing didn't want to accept the gift in his heart, and he didn't want to refuse Sun Xinyao's kindness.

Open your mouth and swallow the pill into your abdomen, and the pill will melt into your abdomen, turning into bursts of coolness and dispersing, five pieces and six intestines, and hundreds of limbs.

The dull pain in the body and the traces of the internal organs heal with the coolness.

"Oh! I'm dead," Yang Qing 'poofed' to the end, rolling her eyes.

Sun Xinyao saw Yang Qing fall to the ground and pretended to be dead, covered her mouth and chuckled, muttering 'big liar'

"Yang Qing, get up, how cool it is" Sun Xinyao kicked Yang Qing's foot lightly, arousing him.

"This pill is really magical, my injuries have healed," Yang Qing moved his body and praised in his mouth.

"This is me pretending to be sick and then deceived my master," Sun Xinyao said proudly with her hands behind her back and on tiptoe.

Yang Qing grinned, his face full of black lines.

"Yang Qing, why do you keep staring at my nose" Sun Xinyao gently stroked the tip of her nose and asked suspiciously.

"No, nothing" Yang Qing flatly denied it, he didn't dare to say the truth.

"The blood of the enlightened beast in your belly, you can deal with it yourself" Sun Xinyao did not doubt him, but she only came here after taking a bronze mirror more than a dozen times.

As for why so many times, she couldn't tell.

"There's nothing abnormal, I just feel full" Yang Qing scratched his left arm, naturally knowing what Sun Xinyao meant by 'deal with it yourself'.

Those who drink animal blood will be poisoned in severe cases, and those in light cases will have diarrhea. He didn't have either, he just felt like he had eaten ten catties of meat, full and energetic.

"It's not strange that weirdos are weird," Sun Xinyao's face remained unchanged and muttered quietly.

"What?" Yang Qing asked vaguely.

"Hehe, it's nothing, you cultivate, I'll watch" Sun Xinyao smiled, turned things over, and turned to look at the scenery elsewhere.

Yang Qing spared his left arm, shook his head, lifted the big stone beside him, and threw himself into cultivation.

Yang Qing held a large stone, squatting, jumping, thinking of 'stormy waves' in his mind, and accidentally comprehended it in a desperate situation yesterday, which increased his divine sense, and could envelop a range of one zhang, this style was extremely powerful, and directly killed the enlightened beast.

Yang Qing knew that although he had a preliminary grasp of this stormy sea, the mystery was unknown. I don't know what kind of realm the founder of "Nujiang Stick Method" is, but no matter how deep the founder understands, it is certain that the formula of "stormy waves" is far from the end.

The rivers, lakes and seas are angry, and the turbulent waves are endless, and Yang Qing can only reach 'ten stacks'.

If he wants to make progress on the 'Stormy Waves' again, he can only wait for his realm to improve again.

As for the other three of the four foreign styles, Yang Qing failed to comprehend them, after all, he had never seen the Dangyun River, and he couldn't imagine that kind of magnificent scene.

The four styles in "Nujiang Stick Method", the moves are secondary, and the artistic conception is the fundamental.

Yang Qing had a total of eight hundred and seventy-eight sect contributions at this time, which was very close to his goal, and in the next few days, he went alone to find the pine shirt lingzhi.

Carrying a steel rod, more than ten miles deep into the mountains, there was no thrill on the way there, when he picked a ten-year-old pine shirt Ganoderma lucidum, he found that a wild beast rushed towards him angrily.

The sturdy body of the pig was covered with steel needle-like manes, long fangs, and four small short legs that flew upside down.

This wild beast is like the one I saw a few days ago, and when the wild beast saw Yang Qing, it gasped, and the anger in the pig's eyes seemed to be even stronger.

Yang Qing saw that things were not good, so he hurriedly left, holding a steel rod in one hand and a pine shirt lingzhi in the other, and was driven by the barbarian beast for five miles before stopping.

Counting this pine shirt Ganoderma lucidum, Yang Qing's sect contribution was still less than a thousand, and Yang Qing had to pick it again.

This time, Yang Qing learned to be smart, and set off from Closed Moon Mountain to find the territory of the Enlightened Beast, the Enlightened Beast had only been dead for a few days, and most of the territory would not be occupied by other demon beasts.

Not long after entering the territory of the enlightened beast, Yang Qing picked a pine shirt lingzhi, which was enough for a thousand sect contributions. I was very happy.

On the way back, Yang Qing hummed a small song, imagining the Zanggong Pavilion in his heart, he was very proud and happy in his heart, and the tuneless song was in his ears, as pleasant as Sun Xinyao's voice.

Humming, Yang Qing felt that it suddenly rained on a sunny day, and this rain was very strange, only on his head.

Yang Qing was very strange in his heart, and looked up in confusion, only to find that it was raining, but a little monkey the size of his thumb, standing on a tree and urinating on his head.

The little monkey covered the ears hanging next to the monkey's face with one hairy paw, and the other hairy paw pointed at Yang Qing and laughed, and finally laughed so much that he covered his belly and couldn't make a sound with his mouth open.

Yang Qing touched a handful of wet hair, smelled a smell of urine, and with this anger in his heart, he raised his hand and pointed to the monkey on the tree and said angrily, "You hairy monkey, you look so small, but you are so naughty, look at me..."

When the little monkey with a big thumb heard the word 'small', he suddenly became anxious. After Yang Qing finished speaking, the monkey's paw kicked the tree, and he rushed down with a 'swish'.

Yang Qing reached out to grab it, but he grabbed it, only to feel a hot pain in his head, and when he looked closely, the little monkey climbed back into the tree and began to 'squeak' and laugh again.

Grinning and touching his head, there were two bags the size of quail eggs on his head, and the monkey was not scratching, and it actually hit it with its fists, and it turned out to be fists.

Yang Qing said a few cruel words to the little monkey on the tree, and then ran away regardless of whether the little monkey understood it or not.

When Lu Zhen and the others knew what happened to Yang Qing, not only did they not comfort them, but they actually laughed, and Lu Zhen was so angry that he couldn't laugh.

Yang Qing told Sun Xinyao about this again, hoping to get a few words of comfort, but Sun Xinyao actually laughed heartily, and tears burst into tears.

After a stick of incense, Sun Xinyao stopped laughing, and told her that this little monkey is called Miyin Spirit Monkey, and he likes to listen to music the most, and he hates being said that it is small.

One of Sun Xinyao's senior sisters is good at playing the piano, so she raised a Miyin monkey, and many of her disciples have spirit beasts.

Sun Xinyao said that she looked lost here, she had not gone out of the mountain to practice, she had never subdued the spirit beast, and she only had envy when she saw all the strange spirit beasts of the other disciples.

Yang Qing saw Sun Xinyao's expression of loss, and his heart was panicked, he secretly made up his mind that he would definitely get a spirit beast to give to Sun Xinyao one day.

The next day, the meat bag on Yang Qing's head disappeared, and he came to the Zanggong Pavilion nervously and excitedly with the yellow rune paper with the words 'One Zero Seven Eight'.

Several disciples on the first floor of the Tibetan Gong Pavilion looked at the books again, and when Yang Qing entered, the other disciples did not look up, which showed that they did not want to waste their valuable sect contributions.

The old man in white was still lying on the table, looking at the unknown books, Yang Qing secretly thought in his heart, "How many books can be read by this senior", then he clasped his fists and saluted, walked to the stairs from the corner, and came to the second floor.

"Not bad, not bad" The old man in white stroked his beard and praised it, then showed a puzzled look.

Yang Qing came to the second floor, where the layout was similar to that of the first floor, with rows of bookshelves standing against the wall, and an old man in white attached to the table to read books.

"Senior, I want to watch "Mixed Yuan Thirty-six Styles"" Yang Qing said respectfully, holding the rune paper with both hands.

"Well, go ahead, seven rows, number fifteen" The old man in white raised his head, smiled slightly, and spoke.

"Twins?" Yang Qing said in surprise in his heart, there was no other reason, it was because the old man in front of him looked exactly the same as the one on the first floor.

"Thank you, senior" Yang Qing thanked respectfully, handed the talisman paper into the old man's hand, and walked to the seventh row of bookshelves.

"This is the "Thirty-six Styles of Mixed Yuan"?" Yang Qing picked up a piece of jade slip numbered fifteen according to the old man's instructions, this jade slip was the size of a palm, smooth and warm, and quite simple.

Take a deep breath, calm your nervous and excited mood, release your divine sense, and probe into the jade slip.

"Buzz"

In front of me was a gray place, I couldn't see how big it was, there was no sky, no earth, it seemed to float in the air. Here, it is not the second floor of the Tibetan Gong Pavilion at all.

Yang Qing looked around, only to see a golden person not far away, but it could not be said to be a person, no face, no hair, like a stone carving, only with a simple outline.

The golden humanoid, seeing Yang Qing looking at him, stood up indifferently and moved.

One move at a time, it was pulled apart, and the golden figure was no one's anger, but the moves played were natural.

"Innate Sixteen Styles" Yang Qing recognized the moves made by the golden human form at a glance.

This move Yang Qing is too familiar with, it is the "Innate Sixteen Styles" that he has cultivated nearly ten thousand times.

"It's different!" Yang Qing said in surprise.

The golden figure is very similar to the "Innate Sixteen Styles" he cultivated, but there is a slight difference, which is caused by the imperfect painting of the "Innate Sixteen Styles".

Yang Qing looked at it very carefully, if he had eyes now, his eyes would not blink.

After playing "Innate Sixteen Styles", the golden humanoid retracted and stood up and played again.

Hit the ten-pose, retract the stand, and hit again.

Play the six-style, close the stand, and hit again.

Hit the three-pose, close the stand, and hit again.

Hit a style, retract the style, stand still.

If Yang Qing had a mouth at this time, his chin must have touched his toes.