After Zhou Qingmu said goodbye to sword cultivator Qi Yan, he walked alone on the street looking for Mr. Ye who had separated from him.

It was already dusk. Zhou Qingmu walked through the streets and alleys and arrived outside the city, but he did not see any white-clothed Confucian scholars.

The young man firmly believed that Mr. Ye would definitely come here.

So the young man sat down at the gate of the city and read the last of the three books on martial arts and magical powers that Ye Jing'an had given him previously. This was also the only book that the young man had not read so far.

According to what Mr. Ye said, this is a magical palm called Destroying Yuan Palm.

The young man carrying the sword gently opened the first page of the scripture, and saw that it read, "There are thousands of magic techniques in the world, and countless magical powers in the world. People in future generations must remember! Practice my magical powers, and your form and mind will not retreat, and my palm skills will destroy the element!"

What a good person who never retreats in form and mind, and destroys Yuan with his palm skills!

Zhou Qingmu seemed to see a martial arts master standing on the top of the mountain, with great momentum and awe-inspiring righteousness!

The boy then turned back the page, and the little figures in the book seemed to come alive. A burly old man appeared in his eyes. His left hand condensed Qi and palmed the righteousness of the sun, and his right hand condensed Qi and palmed the essence of the moon. The old man slapped out with his left hand,

It is shaped like a scorching sun, with the power of the palm to lift the mountain; the palm of the right hand is shot out, its meaning is like a lonely moon, and there is the spirit of the beautiful moonlight in the hand. Finally, the burly old man's hand condenses the sun and moon again, and the two palms become one palm.

.With this palm, the heaven, the earth, the sun and the moon are all in it. It has both softness and gentleness, but also has the strength to uproot mountains and destroy elements.

The young man felt as if he was in the middle of it, feeling the flow of Qi and the meaning of each palm of the old man's palms.

The magical power of the palm, the Yuan-destroying palm.

There are three moves and techniques in total. The first palm is to break the mountain. That is, the first palm used by the burly old man. The righteousness of the sun in the palm has the strength to lift the mountain. The second palm is to break the river. The aura of the moon in the palm has a gentle and soft feeling.

, can cut off rivers and rivers. The third palm is to destroy Yuan. The aura of the sun and the moon are all revealed. One palm shot seems to be soft and gentle, but in fact it contains endless palm power that can shake mountains and destroy Yuan.

At this moment, the young man was immersed in the artistic conception of the first palm destroying the mountain, and suddenly the gentle voice of the Confucian scholar in white rang in his ears: "Misty Rain Nanzhou, the Confucian and Taoist Academy."

When Zhou Qingmu heard this, he thought it was Mr. Ye who had returned. He put away his mind and looked up, but he did not see the white-clothed Confucian scholar.

It's getting late and night has arrived.

The withered yellow leaf fell in front of the young man's eyes. It seemed that there was a slight feeling in his heart. The young man picked up the withered yellow leaf. After the leaf came into contact with the young man's hand, a line of words quietly emerged.

"I'll see you in the academy during the three-year term. Practice diligently along the way."

So the young man was alone again and was about to embark on the journey to the misty Nanzhou that he had never been to before.

During this day, Zhou Qingmu actually had many questions in his mind, such as why the old beggar took away his drop of blood, why the swordsman Qi Yan knew that he would become famous all over the world, and why Mr. Ye suddenly disappeared...

In fact, the young man felt very sad when he knew that Mr. Ye had not come back. He had been wandering alone for more than ten years. During these three months, he got to know the girl in plain clothes who risked her life to save him, and she was willing to accept her.

Li Qiubai, a white-haired young man who was his disciple, and Ye Jing'an, a white-clothed Confucian scholar who led him on the path of cultivation after just two days together. I guess that at that time, the young man felt from the bottom of his heart that he had someone to accompany him, but he still feels that now

Alone.

Zhou Qingmu stopped thinking about it, patted the dust on his clothes, and walked towards the road ahead.

...

High in the sky, invisible to the young man, several middle-aged Taoist priests in Taoist robes were surrounding a Confucian scholar in white.

"Ye Jing'an, you are so bold! How dare you secretly find someone to threaten our Taoist sect." The red-robed Taoist who was very dissatisfied with Ye Jing'an from the previous meeting said angrily.

The middle-aged Taoist in red robe is named Yang Xingkun. He is the elder of the Yang family of Lihuo Taoist sect. His cultivation is said to have reached the realm of Yuanshen.

Seeing this, the Confucian scholar in white remained silent, as if waiting for something.

"You don't need to say anything. This person's strength is unfathomable. We will join forces to arrest him first, and then we will ask questions slowly." Duan Wuya, a middle-aged Taoist in gray robe, said to several other Taoists present.

Duan Wuya came from a prominent Taoist family in Tianqian Prefecture, and was the eldest and most powerful of all the Taoists present. At this time, he opened his mouth to propose, and the others all nodded in acquiescence.

At this moment, the Taoist elders activated their magical powers one after another.

"Leave the fire, burn the embers!" Yang Xingkun took the lead and the talisman in his hand burned. A sea of ​​fire appeared all over Yang Xingkun. Yang Xingkun stretched out his hand and grasped it. The boundless flames clung to his arm, and finally condensed into a fire lotus, which exploded towards Ye Jing'an. out.

"Royal!"

Ye Jing'an didn't panic when he saw this, he softly uttered the word "roy" in his mouth, a scroll appeared in front of him, and he sucked in the burning fire lotus.

"The Fire Cultivation Family is well-deserved. However, if you have only practiced this magical power to this point, I'm afraid it won't be enough to keep me here today." Ye Jing'an smiled calmly and did not seem to realize that Yang Xingkun was a peerless cultivator in the world. Keep your supernatural powers in mind.

"Arrogant man, it's just a Confucian magical power. Let me see how many times you can use it! Take me to destroy the arrogance magic sword." When Duan Wuya saw this, he felt that this person was just trying to express his words, and he immediately used it. Magic sword.

"Elder Duan, you still don't understand. There is really a big difference between the realm of Yuanshen. Here comes the pen." Ye Jing'an raised his hand and called out a writing brush and wrote the word "Heaven and Earth".

In an instant, the color of heaven and earth changed. Countless spiritual energy from heaven and earth poured into the brush, and the brush instantly grew several times larger, turning into a weapon shaped like a spear.

The long pen flew out and hit the magic sword flying towards Ye Jing'an. The magic sword collided with the brush and instantly became vulnerable.

The magic sword was shot down, Duan Wuya was shocked when he saw it, and luckily found the magic weapon in Ye Jing'an's hand.

"The top-notch immortal weapon, the red sandalwood fairy pen? Is that person from the Confucian and Taoist Academy willing to give you this? However, I also have the fairy weapon! Although it is not as good as the fairy pen in your hand, I will join hands with everyone present. May I ask your Excellency, how should I get rid of it? "Duan Wuya said as he formed a magic seal in his hand, and a black magic sword condensed from the magic seal.

A middle-grade immortal weapon, the Soul-Breaking Sword.

The magic weapons in the world are divided into magic weapons, spiritual weapons and fairy weapons from weak to strong. Each magic weapon has its own high, middle and low grade. There are only a few high-grade fairy weapons in the world. The red sandalwood fairy pen held by Ye Jing'an is the palace of Confucianism and Taoism. One of the most precious treasures, a top-grade fairy weapon.

The other Taoist masters all took action together, attacking Ye Jing'an with various magical powers and techniques.

Ye Jing'an was not what Duan Wuya thought. Even though he was besieged by many strong men, he was still able to handle it with ease. After countless rounds of fighting between the two sides, Ye Jing'an looked at the masters of the aristocratic families who had used all their methods, and stood between heaven and earth and shouted loudly: "Dare you I ask you all, who dares to come forward and fight me?"

"He... is obviously a scholar, and he is of the same age as us. Why is his fighting ability so outstanding? What state is he in now?" Someone said aloud.

Most of these Taoist masters have already reached the Ultimate Qi Condensation Realm, and even people like Duan Wuya and Yang Xingkun have entered the Yuanshen Realm.

"Has he really entered the realm of the emperor?" Yang Xingkun, the elder of Lihuo Yang's family, held a fire fan and murmured as he looked at Ye Jing'an's arrogant figure.

"The attacks just now contain...the power of heaven and earth, the power of heaven and earth that I have only experienced from Master!" Duan Wuya already had a few more cracks in the immortal weapon in his hand.

The sword was stuck in the void, while he put his hands on his chest and breathed heavily. Obviously after today's battle, Duan Wuya had already understood that this scholar who was several years older than him had already stood in a position that he could not reach in his life.

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After this battle, the white-clothed Confucian scholar still stood in the air holding a pen and seemed not to be greatly affected, but all the Taoist masters had consumed most of their true energy.

Ye Jing'an looked around at the Taoist masters scattered around. The tip of the pen stood in the void. Ye Jing'an raised his head and looked at the sky.

Suddenly the sky trembled slightly, and Ye Jing'an murmured: "Here he comes."

At this time, a sudden change occurred in the void, and three figures stood above.

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Early next morning.

The boy rested all night in the woods outside the Great Zhoutian City yesterday. He got up early today and went on the road looking for food.

Zhou Qingmu has been a poor child since he was a child. He has struggled to survive by himself until now. When he runs out of money, he will find wild fruits and vegetables in the mountains and forests outside the town to satisfy his hunger. Sometimes he even steps on dog poop.

If you are lucky, you will also find some medicinal materials needed by the town's pharmacy in the mountains, so you have money to buy food. However, these are rare times. Zhou Qingmu actually doesn't really recognize these medicinal materials. Most of the time he just looks at them.

I picked up pictures and texts that looked like drugstore announcements, so it was common for young people to be turned away from drugstores.

Zhou Qingmu traveled through the mountains and forests, and the final result he got was just a few wild fruits that were about to be ripe. So the young man walked on the road with his sword in his back, recalling in his mind the artistic conception of yesterday when he learned the Yuan-Destroying Palm.

Zhou Qingmu tried the first palm to break the mountain about three times last night. This palm seemed simple, but in fact, every time he used it, it consumed most of his Qi. With the Qi practiced by the young man today, it would take a long time to face such a high consumption.

Only then could he recover completely. Moreover, the young man did not feel the overwhelming force. It is no exaggeration to say that every palm of Zhou Qingmu's hand was almost scraping the bark of a tree.

After a night of practice, the young man found that his true energy, which had been tempered again, had a faint golden light. However, his practice speed did not slow down. It was as if there was a ferocious beast living in his body, constantly flowing out to the outside world.

Absorbing the true energy. In just one night, the young man felt that his true energy would soon be close to the bottleneck. According to Ye Jing'an, his own cultivation level was probably at the seventh or eighth level of the Qi training realm. However, the young man was not in a hurry to improve.

, after practicing, you will still run the Taiqing Ningshen Sutra and practice it again. According to Ye Jing'an, this is a solid foundation, so that you can gain a firm foothold on the subsequent path of practice.

The young man has indeed discovered the differences between ordinary people after practicing cultivation. Ordinary people walking like him will collapse to the ground from exhaustion in just an hour at most. But now Zhou Qingmu, who can use his true energy, quietly walks on the road.

After practicing the breathing method of the Taiqing Ningshen Sutra, not only do my steps become lighter, but I also feel less tired.

After the boy had been walking all morning, the shadow of a city finally appeared in his field of vision.

On the wall of this city, there is a large plaque with the word "Xiu Shuang" written on it.

Someone is posting a notice at the city gate.

The notice read: The young girl of the Tang family in Xiu Shuang City is suffering from a serious disease, and we hereby publicly call for a good doctor to treat her. Anyone who signs up will be rewarded with one tael of silver. If anyone is successfully treated, he will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver, a precious horse, and a top-grade magic weapon.

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Zhou Qingmu walked to the gate of the city and took a general look. He couldn't help but feel that the generosity of rich people was beyond his imagination in his life. Such an amount would probably be impossible for Zhou Qingmu to spend in his lifetime.

Zhou Qingmu stopped thinking about it and walked into the city. Zhou Qingmu bought a few buns from a bun shop near the city gate to satisfy his hunger, and then went to look for inns and restaurants in the city. He wanted to buy a map because he had never been to Yanyu Nanzhou.
Chapter completed!