In the following days, Yang Zhao seemed to have returned to the time when he first entered the Taixu Gate, his life was calm and simple, eating, sleeping, reading, thinking and then reading, without distractions, he was fully engrossed, and he devoted all the boring time and boring life in the bamboo forest to reading.

With the help of that book, Yang Zhao's grasp of the true yuan became more and more profound, and the void in his body became more and more refined and majestic, and at the same time, he had a better understanding of the operation laws of heaven and earth aura and the truth of existence, and even had obvious progress in the runes.

He was vaguely aware of the key to solving the problem of Qingyin and breaking the ban and leaving the small cave, but he still couldn't grasp the thread, and he couldn't figure out how to mix the two completely different breaths and light in one place, and even turn the actual existence into nothingness.

Half a year passed quickly, the clear sound came, the loose robe fluttered like a flag between the cliffs, and after entering the small cave, it was as quiet as the silk cloth on the case.

Yang Zhao didn't waste any time, and after a brief salute, he took out the questions he had encountered in the past six months, and carefully asked himself about the difficulties he had encountered in reading.

Qingyin began to answer after thinking for a while, the words were concise or even too simple, and it seemed a little bit like gold, but these brief answers could often fall in the most critical places, which directly made Yang Zhao's stagnant thoughts suddenly brighten, and he could easily see the new road in the fog.

In the end, Yang Zhao hesitated for a moment and began to ask for advice on the method of perception behind the book.

Qingyin's thin eyebrows frowned slightly, and he was silent.

Yang Zhao glanced at Xiaobai, who was sitting in the bamboo forest looking at the sky, and thought that the reason why Qingyin was silent at this time was because there were outsiders present, which was a little inconvenient.

Qingyin smiled and said, "Since I can let this little girl accompany you, I don't mind her listening to the lecture together, why should you care? It's just that I can't understand it."

After finishing speaking, Qingyin raised his right hand, and the lotus finger was lightly cocked, pointing directly at the blue sky above the cliff.

An invisible and substantial aura suddenly erupted from his fingers, but instead of shooting into the sky in the direction of his fingers, the ghosts and gods shot into the cliff unfathomably.

That formless and insubstantial breath is the true meaning she realized.

This breath flew over Yang Zhao's shoulder, and quietly landed on the hard cliff cave rock wall, making a soft snort, and a small black round hole suddenly appeared on the cave wall.

I don't know how deep that small hole is, and Yang Zhao didn't react at all.

It wasn't until the formless finger qi grazed his shoulders and shot a deep black hole on the cliff that he came to his senses, and a sense of awe came to his heart.

After thinking for a while, Yang Zhao understood what Qingyin wanted to express, especially the part of the volume that tells the meaning of understanding heaven and earth, and suddenly had a lot of intuitive understanding and understanding.

Facing the cliff flowing clouds, Qingyin saw Yang Zhao pondering and left this small cave land, but unfortunately the cliff was on his side, and beyond the flowing clouds in front of him was the void, and Yang Zhao couldn't hear any echo at all, which couldn't help but make Qingyin a little lonely.

After Qingyin left, Yang Zhao came to his senses, but he didn't want to waste any more time, so he walked back to the depths of the bamboo forest, sat on the bluestone, closed his eyes cross-legged and meditated, and continued to comprehend the meaning of heaven and earth according to the technique in the book.

The white clouds between the cliffs and cliffs are long, and they don't seem to feel anything, but Xiaobai, who is sitting outside the bamboo forest, clearly feels the changes behind him, and looks back, but unfortunately there is no morning fog at this time, and he can't see the picture in front of him.

When the night shrouded the small cave sky, Yang Zhaocai slowly opened his eyes and ended today's cultivation, the aura faintly overflowing between his two palms was different, the upper part of his left hand was the heaven and earth aura condensed with true yuan, and the top of his right hand was the pure void unintentionally overflowing from his body.

He looked intently in front of him, looking at these two formless and insubstantial breaths, his profound divine consciousness slowly and delicately touching each fragment of the breath, trying to unearth something from it.

The heaven and earth aura condensed in his left hand and the void in his right hand were both formless and substantial, like a void, but they could clearly distinguish the difference under the perception of his divine sense.

Since coming to this small cave, reading through that book, meditating and practicing flawlessly, Yang Zhao can now clearly distinguish those heaven and earth breaths that seem to be exactly the same but actually have extremely subtle differences, but there is still no way to unify the heaven and earth breaths that already have their own forms and states into the same or even if they are as similar as possible, and he has not even sorted out his thoughts in this regard.

According to the concept in that book, in fact, this is a kind of heaven and earth aura, if he can work backwards from the status quo to the origin state of countless years ago, and then change the shape of the aura summoned by the void to the appearance of the source, then the prohibition on him from space can be easily solved.

However, it is a pity that this is not the true meaning that he has comprehended after all, and he is still at the level of knowing what it is and not knowing why it is, let alone deducing specific operation methods from knowing it. When he first encountered Yun Piaosha, he was ignited by Yun Piao, changed his mentality, and received excellent results, through the sword qi disorder, he could effectively cover up the aura of the void and unintention, but if he met a real great cultivator, he could be seen through at a glance.

On the bluestone in the depths of the bamboo forest, Yang Zhao looked at the two breaths between his hands, and thought silently for a long time, although the expression on his face was still calm, his heart was a little panicked.

Xiao Bai didn't know when he walked back to the bamboo house from outside the bamboo forest, opened the cover, and was already asleep, Yang Zhao walked to her, quietly looked at her pure little face, looked at it for a long time, and then reached out to tuck the corners of the quilt, turned around and walked deeper outside the bamboo forest.

These days, his mind has been on solving the problem, and he didn't pay much attention to this space, and his thoughts were a little disordered at this time, so he simply put aside these troubles and walked around.

The small cave is not big, there is a mouth about two people high on the side of the cliff, there is a space of about ten steps in the square circle, there are many cave walls in the space, the cave wall is not smooth, there is no craggy rock, there is no peculiarity, and then go deeper, there is an oblique long cave on the left and right.

These two caves are a bit narrow, and they can only be reached after a dozen steps, and the deepest part is all hard granite, and there is no possibility of continuing forward.

He walked from the entrance of the cave to the outside of the cave, from outside the bamboo forest back to the depths of the bamboo forest, without missing any place, nor missing any area, this walk was a whole night, the night outside the small cave was gradually replaced by a pale blue skylight, his face was full of tiredness, but there was no sign of discouragement.

From the night covering the cliff to the time when the cyan morning light seeped into the small cave sky, for a whole night, Yang Zhao carefully searched for the possibility of finding a way out like a blind man, until his eyes were a little red, but he still did not find any secrets left by Lu Xu.

After thinking about it for more than half a year, forgetting to eat and sleep for more than half a year, forcibly suppressing the anxiety in his heart for half a year, he has been exhausted to the extreme, especially his mental state is very tense, after such a futile night, all these negative things suddenly burst out.

With messy black hair scattered over his shoulders, and a haggard look between his eyebrows and eyes, Yang Zhao looked at the book in his hand, and kept muttering to himself, but because of his hoarse and weak voice, he couldn't hear it clearly.

Xiaobai walked out of the bamboo forest with Qing Shui and looked at him worriedly.

Yang Zhao took the towel and rubbed his face vigorously in a reluctant manner, and when the wet towel wiped off the dry turbidity at the corner of his eyes, he tore out an extremely thin wound, and he frowned again and again in pain.

The wet towel was cold, and I don't know if it was because of exhaustion but pain, and there were two more reds on his cheeks. The crimson color, which appears on the cheeks that are slightly pale due to lack of sun exposure, is not very pretty, but looks very unhealthy, like a person who has been sick for a long time.

His spirit was so bad that the efficiency of reading and learning naturally became extremely low, he held the book and watched it with his spirit, but found that he seemed to be reading a wordless heavenly book, and he became the waste wood that could not practice again, and the ink words on the paper appeared mischievously on the paper, and began to swim around like tadpoles, and he couldn't catch it.

He closed the page a little helplessly, closed his eyes and began to review what he had gained a few days ago, but his spirit at this time was too bad, even his brain seemed to have become unconscious, and his memory was also greatly deviated.

Under the depression and annoyance, he naturally spoke thoughtfully, and his hoarse and tired voice was so muffled, completely muttering to vent the feelings in his heart.

However, he didn't expect that Xiao Bai, who had been sitting quietly beside him, opened his mouth and said a word, which was actually the answer made by the Qingyin Immortal Master the day before yesterday.

Yang Zhao was slightly stunned, but his state was too bad at this time, and after listening to it for a while, he waved his hand helplessly, signaling not to continue.

He threw the book on the bluestone like garbage, stood up and stretched, yawning slowly out of the bamboo forest, looking at the sky above the cliff.

At this time, the two cliffs formed an extremely beautiful thin line under the illumination of the morning light, and even the beauty of the thrilling world, but even if the lines on the cliff pierced people's hearts like knives, they were not real knives after all, and they were always the same lines after looking at them for a long time.

And the blue sky before the cliff will never change, and it will remain there in silence, and the original beauty is now gradually turning into the rigid blue paint painted by the most clumsy painter.

The same is true of those flowing clouds and deep fog on the waist of the cliff.

It turns out that these things of emptiness and loneliness have nothing to do with the scenery, only with people.

And after all, he is just sitting in a well and watching the sky.