Just now, the moment Han Shi swept away, he vaguely saw himself in the mirror and showed a weird smile.

But in the blink of an eye, everything returned to its original state, and when he looked at himself in the mirror, his face was calm, and there was no sign of a smile, was it his delusion?

Han Shi slowly put away the thunder mang in his palm, but he was a little more vigilant in his heart, staring at the mirror, for a long time, but he didn't find the slightest vision.

Han Shi groaned a little in his heart, but the vigilance in his heart was even worse, and he walked along the edge of the gray stone in the direction of his right hand.

Before he took three steps, Han Shi's eyes froze, revealing a look of surprise, and more than a hundred zhang in front of him, there was a faint feeling of familiarity, but he couldn't tell what it was for a while.

Han Shi forcibly suppressed the surprise and curiosity in his heart, and his feet were neither fast nor slow, steady as usual.

He was silent, looking at his own figure in the smooth mirror-like stone wall, until the stone wall was no longer smooth.

A very simple text, with the condensation of Han Shi's eyes, appeared on the gray stone wall, every word, and Han Shi since childhood of the text is different, this font reveals a very wild artistic conception, between the lines as if there is spirituality, giving people a sense of elegance and immortality.

And after the elegant, there will be a silent power, this power, like the silence of the mountain.

The power of the mountain, no one can feel it at any time, until the moment of the outbreak, can the world understand what a mountain is!

Looking at the ancient texts on the stone wall, the familiar feeling in Han Shi's heart surged again, he had a sense of this kind of writing, Han Shi thought hard, but he always felt that he had never seen similar ancient texts, and the strangeness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Han Shi's eyes were bright with brilliance, and there was a hint of flushing in his face, he sat down cross-legged facing the stone wall, looked directly at the ancient text, and fell into deep thought.

This sitting is half a day, Han Shi is silently searching, in his memory, about the traces of this ancient text.

After a long time, Han Shi finally felt convinced that he had never seen such an ancient text.

Immediately, his mind moved slightly, and his spiritual consciousness radiated, and he carefully probed along every font.

In the middle of the sound, a trace of disappointment flashed in Han Shi's eyes, and the spiritual sense that was invincible in the past lost its effect for the first time, and still no clues were found.

Han Shi's brows furrowed deeply, this matter revealed a very special, obviously giving him a sense of extreme familiarity, but he couldn't find it through his memory, there must be an fate here, or it was hidden, hidden in it.

Although Han Shi didn't know this text, he could feel an indescribable artistic conception coming to his face, which made Han Shi's heart tighten, and in a trance, he walked in a vicissitudes of life, and heard a song from afar, which revealed an indissoluble sadness, but there was a kind of heroism that rose from the sky.

This sadness seeped into my heart and made people cry.

And that heroic, but it has not entered the soul, it will only make people understand what blood is!

The interweaving of tears and blood is this artistic conception, and its name is ------ years!

It's just that Han Shi can't see the singer clearly.

For these years, Han Shi is just a passerby, like millions of passers-by, who can experience and understand, but will never really understand, what is the singer singing?

For a while, Han Shi's mood began to become agitated, and unconsciously, there was a trace of madness in Han Shi's eyes.

, From the center of the eyebrows, a cool artistic conception came out, and this coolness spread throughout Han Shi's body, expelling the madness and anxiety, Han Shi's eyes regained his calm, and looked at Gu Wen.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Han Shi's heart, like a flash of lightning passing through the darkness, he didn't meditate any longer, but got up and walked to Gu Wen, put his right index finger on the first word, and a tingling sensation came, and his index finger was cut by the sharp point in the word mark.

Han Shi didn't care, but slowly moved his fingertips, followed the character marks, and slowly wrote down with a referring pen.

Every time he passed, the bloodstained handwriting suddenly had a kind of vitality, as if he was about to wake up, and at the same time, a trace of enlightenment gradually appeared in Han Shi's mind.

The size and thickness of this character mark are extremely similar to the size of Han Shi's fingertips, and as it is written, Han Shi even has an illusion, as if those blood-stained words are really written by Han Shi.

Han Shi refers to the pen, like a dragon and a snake, less than a hundred breaths, and the entire ancient text is covered with a layer of blood.

Han Shi withdrew from Zhang Xu and quietly looked at the blood-colored ancient text, his blood was being absorbed by the character marks, and then, as the blood gradually faded, the ancient text suddenly disappeared from the stone wall, but turned into a vast artistic conception, surrounding Han Shi.

It is like a silkworm cocoon, but this silkworm cocoon is composed of mysterious and profound ancient characters, and the light is flickering.

As time passed, the color of the cocoon-like light group slowly dimmed, not disappearing, but turning into the inheritance of memory, which was absorbed by Han Shi.

With the last glimmer of brilliance flickering, the phantom of the silkworm cocoon dissipated, Han Shi's eyes slowly opened, even with an extremely calm personality, the excitement in Han Shi's eyes was overflowing.

Han Shi's eyes were extremely shocked, and after the artistic conception of the blood-colored ancient text was absorbed by him, a large amount of information suddenly poured into his mind.

Now Han Shi can not only understand what the ancient text refers to, but even say it.

This ancient text is from a mysterious family in ancient times, called the Stone Clan.

As the name suggests, the exercises practiced by the Shi clan are related to stones.

This text is a kind of inheritance method of the Shi clan, called ------ Dingtian Stone Formula, with a total of six layers, and the sixth layer has only been reached by a few stone cultivators since ancient times.

Green, firm, tough, soft, ancient, stubborn, this is the six-layer realm of Dingtian stone recipe.

Among them, the first layer of the bluestone realm is the method of entry, and everyone can practice, and since then, it has been stone cultivation.

In Shi Xiu's life, if he wanted to step into the supreme sixth layer of the stubborn stone realm, he would have to go through five extremely difficult tests, which were for the five falls.

In ancient times, many talented and profound stone cultivators in the Shi clan fell one after another in these five meteorites, and some stone cultivators chose to stagnate in the current realm and not make a breakthrough.

It's just a temporary slugging to survive, and in exchange for the result, in the end, he died and became a bowl of loess.

Looking at the first layer of the six-layer realm of the Dingtian Stone Formula, the Bluestone Realm, Han Shi's eyes had a touch of strangeness, and almost instantly, he had already discovered that the method of this bluestone realm had many similarities and similarities with the bluestone recipe in the jade slip given to him by the master.

Just compared with the Dingtian Stone Formula, it can be seen that this bluestone Recipe is not complete, and compared with the complete Method, there are several key points missing.

If it weren't for today's chance to obtain the complete bluestone technique, once the cultivation reaches a difficult place in the future, there will definitely be great resistance, and even backlash.

Zhou Yi would never harm him, and the master of this recipe was obtained from the ancestor, and the only possibility was that Zhou Yi did not know that this recipe would have such an effect.

In addition to his joy, Han Shi inexplicably rose a sense of melancholy, and the song that gradually faded away seemed to be still faintly echoing, which was to rely on the past, those stories that were forgotten in time.

I don't know if the person who carved the marks back then, but I don't know if it's still there today, and whether that person also has the same fingers as Han Shi.

Standing quietly, Han Shi did not make a sound, and after a long time, he bent down towards the ancient text on the stone wall and bowed far away, this worship was the opportunity that Xie Qi left him.

"From now on, am I a stone cultivator?" Han Shi muttered as he looked at the bloodstained fingertips.

His name is Shi, which may be the fate of the underworld, which allowed him to step into the path of stone cultivation.

Turning his head and taking a deep look at the huge gray stone, Han Shi's heart moved, and the picture in front of him suddenly seemed to be folded, and in an instant, he returned to the room.

An unreal feeling came to mind, and the previous experience was like a dream.

Under the silent thought, the ancient text full of vicissitudes resurfaced in his mind, and Han Shi finally settled down, all this is not false.

Forcibly suppressing the ecstasy in his heart, Han Shi slapped his right hand, took out a piece of the lower grade spirit stone in the storage bag, and put it in front of him.

Han Shi closed his eyes and pinched the trick, and cultivated according to the complete bluestone recipe obtained from the gray stone, and the omissions and defects in the previous cultivation were made up one by one, and the milky white aura escaped from the spirit stone, which was naturally much thicker than the heaven and earth aura on Luo Yun Peak.

In less than half an hour, the pale white color on the spirit stone gradually faded and turned into an ordinary stone, and the spiritual energy contained in it completely escaped and was absorbed by Han Shi.

"In the early stage of Ning Yuan Triple Co., there was a hint of a breakthrough. ”

Han Shi's heart moved, and he took out all the remaining spirit stones in the storage bag, and placed them in a circle around him, running the bluestone recipe with all his might.

Six hours later, Han Shi's cultivation had to be interrupted, looking at the stones in front of him, the corners of Han Shi's mouth couldn't help but show a wry smile, when the master handed him the spirit stone, I am afraid that it would never be imagined, but it was only one day, and it was exhausted.

These spirit stones were originally the amount needed for a year of cultivation.

Han Shi moved his hands and feet slightly, feeling a lot of strong vitality in his body, in the late stage of the Ning Yuan Triple Stage, if there were more than ten more lower grade spirit stones, he should be able to break through to the fourth level.

The aura at the top of this peak is naturally much lighter than that of the spirit stone, and it is not impossible to absorb it, but the speed is much slower.

It seems that during Master's retreat, it is better to find a way to get some low-grade spirit stones, or even medium-grade and upper-grade spirit stones.