tune into god

"Guest officers, we can only send it here." The carriage stopped, and the driver got out of the carriage, carefully accompanying the smiling face.He has been on this road for more than ten years, so he naturally knows that each of these guests is hiding their secrets, but as long as they are accompanied carefully, no one is willing to pay attention to such a small person like him.

Amidst the auspicious words of the coachman's various wishes, the people in the carriage got off one after another, and Lu Qingyang was the last one.There were already some people waiting nearby. After all the people in the carriage got off the carriage, these people paid for the carriage and got on the carriage. Some even greeted the coachman very familiarly.Some of them were empty-handed. I don't know if they had nothing to gain or they had already collected the medicinal herbs into the space magic weapon.There were also people who carried baskets full of medicinal herbs, but from the eyes of others, it could be judged that these medicinal herbs belonged to the kind of low-level medicinal herbs that were not worth much at all.Some people's faces were tired and disappointed, but some people showed a little excitement from their eyes. It is conceivable that they should have gained something.

Lu Qingyang just stood there for a while, then turned and walked towards the mist.

The fog here is not too thick, it just floats around people.Therefore, Lu Qingyang easily saw a huge stone not far away, which was more than ten meters high, one side of which had been shaved flat, and there were three bold and bold characters on it, "Music Autumn Ridge".

Each of these three characters is very huge. When Lu Qingyang walked in, he realized that these three characters seemed to be written with a brush, or, it should be said, engraved...

This kind of conclusion is absurd, but traces of strokes can be clearly seen in the grooves of the handwriting, as if someone used a brush made of wire to scratch across the tofu.

Lu Qingyang stood blankly in front of this stone tablet, knowing that the metaphor he made was wrong, but he couldn't think of a better word to describe it.If the stone is like tofu to the person who writes, then if the strength is not well controlled, the stone will collapse immediately.But if the pen is not strong, it is absolutely impossible for this word to leave such deep marks on the surface of the stone.

Immortal cultivation is indeed a realm that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

Lu Qingyang looked up at the stele surrounded by mist, feeling like he was in a fairyland, and couldn't recover for a long time.

【You will also reach this level, don't be envious. ] Lin Zisu knew exactly what Lu Qingyang was thinking, 【This kind of handwriting is not unusual at all, it is enough to break through the innate. 】【ah? 】Lu Qingyang came back to his senses, he didn't expect Lin Zisu to speak so lightly.What does it mean to break through innately?Breaking through innate is not breaking through the third layer of Qi refining!Lu Qingyang already knew that Lin Zisu's vision was extremely high, but after hearing this, he couldn't help muttering in his heart at this moment, and asked in a rare way: [Didn't you say that you broke through the innate and became the sect at the age of 17? can you do it? 】Lin Zisu was taken aback, and after a while he laughed and cursed: 【I'm not talented in the earth element, if you ask me to write with a brush, I'm afraid this stone will definitely be burned. 】Lu Qingyang blinked his eyes, and the urge to try arose in his heart. In the palm of his right hand, he held the luck and earth system skills, and then concentrated the brown light on his right index finger, and boldly tapped on the side of the stone tablet.

When the finger just touched the surface of the stone, the brown light suddenly disappeared on the cold surface, leaving no trace.

Lu Qingyang shyly hid his right hand behind his back, and smiled embarrassedly.Fortunately, there was no one around. The people who got off the carriage with him just now had already entered the forest, and no one saw his little movements.But Young Master Lin, who shared the same body with him, naturally saw it exactly.

[Tsk, you're not so brave!Want to challenge the fifth level of Qi refining just now?Ha ha ha ha! ] Lin Zisu laughed unceremoniously.

Lu Qingyang resisted the thought of beating his left hand violently. Although Lin Zisu was in a bad position, his left hand was still his own body, so he couldn't hurt himself because of this kind of anger.

Exhale deeply, inhale deeply... Although Lu Qingyang felt that he had gotten used to Lin Zisu's arrogance and arrogance these days, at certain times he would feel that this person was really indecent. I can't see the sun in the dagger, I'm afraid it's because this character has offended someone who shouldn't be offended...

While joking, Lin Zisu used Lu Qingyang's eyes to see large and small pits on the side of the stele, all of which were traces of experimentation by someone who had the same idea as Lu Qingyang.These finger-sized pits are of different depths, representing each person's level of cultivation. Some people's traces have already begun to have strokes, but there is no one who can leave a complete word on this stone tablet. , not to mention being able to write such a chic handwriting on this stone.

There are countless people who come and go in and out of Muqiu Ridge, and it is impossible that there is not even a Xiantian sect.What's more, this bare stone doesn't look like it's locally produced...

Lu Qingyang only thought that this stone tablet was an ordinary stone tablet, but after Lin Zisu observed it in detail, he remembered something that his master had said a long time ago, and finally connected it with the stone tablet in front of him, and couldn't help stretching out. Out of the left hand.

Lu Qingyang watched in surprise as his left hand lifted up and pressed it against the side of the stele, and then a dazzling red light flashed, leaving a horizontal line where the index finger of his left hand pressed, but it faded after a turning point. It can be seen that the true anger is unsustainable.

[It's really not a rare handwriting...] Lu Qingyang dragged out his voice meaningfully, and returned verbatim what Lin Zisu said just now.

【…】 Lin Zisu was silent for a moment, and then hurriedly explained: 【This stone is iron jade from Qiongtian Cliff. It is one of the hardest ores in the world. Many magic tools are made of iron jade. I It's good enough to leave a little trace! 】【oh?Yeah? 】Lu Qingyang raised his eyebrows in disbelief.This stone is so terrifyingly large, how could it be possible that it was carried over thousands of miles from the Qiongtian Cliff, the Holy Land of Winter?Moreover, he had heard about this iron jade for a long time, it was very rare, how could it be possible that such a large piece was placed here, and no one cut it for so many years?It stands to reason that it should have disappeared long ago.

Lin Zisu naturally heard Lu Qingyang's perfunctory, and snorted softly: 【This trick must have been done by that old monster on the top of Qiongtian Cliff. He always likes to idle and pretend to have nothing to do. Who dares to cut his face! 】【oh?Yeah? ] Lu Qingyang still replied this indifferent words, turned his head away from the stone tablet, and walked towards the depths of the forest.It's not that he has lost interest in this stele, but that his current cultivation has not reached that level, so why consider such a distant thing?What kind of iron jade and what kind of sky cliff?

[Alas, that old monster at Qiongtian Cliff is very sinister!According to the legend...] Lin Zisu seems to have found a topic to chatter about, talking about the gossip he heard from his master endlessly.

Lu Qingyang listened uncompromisingly, answering from time to time to prove that he was listening, step by step into the thick fog, and he was no longer seen.

Only the stone tablet still stood motionless at the entrance of Muqiu Ridge, like a huge monster, staring down at everything in the world...

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Winterland Dome Cliff

The man with the scar came out from the depths of the cave, saw the thin figure standing at the entrance of the cave at a glance, and couldn't help grinning.

Although the small body was shivering in the cold wind, it still stood straight like a sharp sword.

"Little boy, I will go to the top of the cliff to see Master, and I may not come back for a while. You take care of yourself!" Master's responsibility.

Mo Yan nodded and didn't reply, but turned around and bowed respectfully to the man with the scar.

The man with the scar scratched his hair in embarrassment. He named this kid Mo Yan. He said it casually, but this kid actually took the name.

Mo Yan, Mo Yan, don't want words.It's almost like a dumb...

But that's good too, because the noisy temper is annoying.The scarred man let go of this matter, flew towards the cliff outside, and saw that he was stepping on the gap on the cliff, climbing extremely skillfully, and disappeared into the thick cliff after a few ups and downs. Among the clouds, it can no longer be seen.In fact, this scarred man could fly with a sword, but the mountain wind here is fierce and the terrain is dangerous, so even his level of kung fu dare not rely on it.

Mo Yan looked up silently. If Lu Qingyang and Lin Zisu were here, they would definitely feel that this place is incomparably similar to the entrance of Mu Qiuling. , is also as ethereal as the mist in Muqiu Ridge.

However, if Lu Qingyang was present, he might be more surprised not by the environment here, but by why his second brother is here, and he seems to be a different person, with a detached and indifferent temperament all over his body.

A gust of violent mountain wind swept towards the cave entrance on the edge of the cliff, making Mo Yan's clothes flapping and his thin body swaying.

Suddenly a black shadow appeared in front of him out of thin air. Mo Yan was standing on the outermost side of the cliff, and this black shadow just stepped into the void out of thin air. The black shadow could not even be shaken in the slightest.

One person and one ghost faced each other silently, until the violent mountain wind changed direction and quieted down, Mo Yan, who had been silent all this time, opened his mouth and asked the ghost general, "Who am I?"

The ghost general is just an indistinct shadow now. Although he already has human limbs and body, he still can't speak. The only response to Mo Yan is the mountain wind howling past again.

Mo Yan narrowed his eyes, looked directly at the motionless blurred ghost, and asked in a deep voice, "Who... are you?"