Ling Qiancheng still took it, and an image suddenly came into his mind...

He turned into a young man, and the river water could reflect "his" appearance at this time, which should be what Ye Ditian looked like when he was young.

Having had previous experiences, Ling Qiancheng understood that he could enter Ye Ditian's first perspective and experience Ye Ditian's story.

Another beautiful girl was reflected in the river, her cheeks puffed up and she looked very angry.

Young boy Ye Ditian kicked the stones by the river, his tone a little guilty but firm: "I'm stuck in a bottleneck, I have to get out, I want to break through, I want to become the strongest person under the starry sky!"

The girl next to him said angrily: "Asshole, big bastard, what should I do if you leave? I want to go with you!"

The young man sighed: "If your father doesn't allow it, he will definitely chase us thousands of miles away! I don't want what happened a year ago to happen again... This time, I will go alone!"

The girl was so angry that she almost cried: "You said you wanted to marry me, but now you want to default on your debt?"

The young man shook his head and said: "No, when I succeed in my experience, I will come back to marry you, just wait for me!"

After that, as if worried that he would regret it, he just stepped on the river and rushed to the other side.

The girl behind her cried: "Asshole, the devil is waiting for you, I decided to forget you now!"

Then, there was a snowflake in the image, and I could vaguely feel that Ye Ditian was getting stronger and stronger, and time was passing rapidly.

Finally, the snowflakes disappeared...

Ye Ditian stood by the river again, but what was reflected in the river was an adult Ye Ditian. He finally returned to his hometown.

In the courtyard of a house not far from the river, a white-haired old woman sat alone on a stone chair, leaning on a cane and staring blankly at the door. Her face still vaguely resembled that of the girl from back then.

color.

When she saw Ye Ditian's appearance, tears immediately poured out of her eyes. She used all her strength to force herself to stand up tremblingly.

Ye Ditian's face was filled with tears, and he rushed forward and hugged the old woman tightly into his arms.

I only heard the old woman saying in an extremely old voice: "Asshole, I've been waiting for you, I've been waiting for you, you are finally back, wuwu——"

Then, there was another snowflake...

The snowflakes disappeared again, and they were already in front of a lonely grave.

After Ye Ditian stood still for a long time, he slowly moved. A set of boxing skills was launched. It was extremely slow at first, but became faster and faster. Because he was traveling from Ye Ditian's perspective, he could completely feel the extreme intensity.

The meaning of sadness, self-blame and guilt are mixed in the boxing intention, making this boxing technique particularly impactful.

After the demonstration of this unique boxing technique is completed, the inner workings and essentials of the boxing technique have been imprinted into the minds of the viewers.

It is completely different from the small martial arts or small fragments I gained during mountain climbing. This is a complete set of amazing martial arts.

Ling Qiancheng was separated from the image, but he still felt depressed. The softest string in his heart seemed to have been played. Then he saw five Zhenwu facing him. There must be a group of people behind the smoke.

With a curious look on his face, he quickly stuffed the cake into one of them and said, "If you have let others down, you are not allowed to look at it!"

"..."

Deep in the fluorescent world, there are rare snowflake-shaped fluorescent spots. Feng Qinglang also discovered these strange existences.

He even used the laws of time and space. After failing to capture many times in a row, he began to look for patterns and tried to capture them one by one using each law. Finally, he discovered that every light point has a law suitable for capture.

, for example, this snowflake light spot in front of you

, it is only suitable to use the thunder law to capture it. If you use other laws, you may have to try hundreds or thousands of times before you have a chance to capture it. Although this method is very energy-consuming, Feng Qinglang still can

I believe he should be more efficient than others.

After mastering the rules, the speed of obtaining light cakes gradually accelerated, and more and more relevant images were obtained. He also learned more and more about Ye Ditian's life, and there were many unique skills in them that even Feng Qinglang was amazed by. However,

This is not what he wants, he just wants to get the Holy Spirit Secret.

This fluorescent world is extremely vast. On the way, he also encountered other people. Most of those who could reach here were Zhenwu or above. Usually Feng Qinglang would use secret codes to get through. After all, he had mastered the secret codes of the Holy Spirit and the Doom Tribe.

, if he really can't get through it and he has to take action to kill him, then the opponent's previous gains will also fall into his pocket.

After killing a Zhenwu, not only did he get various pieces of the opponent's previous harvest, but he also saw that the opponent actually dropped several pieces of light cake. Feng Qinglang's eyes lit up.

Next, he naturally changed his strategy and continued to collect light cakes while killing all the objects he encountered that could be killed.

Of course, he was worried that Beatrice had also come here, so after exchanging secret codes, he would usually add: "Under the Luoyun Mountains, can the magic steel stone be pecked with your fingers?" If it was Beatrice, naturally,

Can understand.

Finally, after receiving another three light cakes composed of snowflakes and fluorescent lights, Feng Qinglang saw a completely different image...

The torrential rain has completely soaked the world.

The perspective of this substitution does not seem to be that of Ye Ditian, because his emotions are full of inferiority and self-pity, and his belly is constantly swelling and shrinking. Feng Qinglang can feel the thoughts of the character this time: I have it, I actually have it.

,what to do……

Feng Qinglang was shocked. Is it from a woman’s perspective this time?

The host from the first perspective opens the door and walks into a tavern. The bell on the door responds with two crisp welcomes. She shakes her head weakly, and she doesn’t know whether what she shakes is tears or rain. The protagonist’s mind from the first perspective

There is a saying in the book: beauty is destined to die...

Full of sadness and grievance...

His eyes were searching and finally locked on a certain person. The person had a white cloth wrapped around his head and was sitting in a familiar position. He was as calm and calm as ever. When he saw his arrival, he frowned slightly, showing a bit of helplessness.

, and then turned his head to the window again.

Feng Qinglang was confused. This person looked familiar. Where had he seen him before? But there was no reason. This was the world a thousand years ago...

The effect of alcohol was even stronger. Feng Qinglang could completely feel the drunkenness of the first-person perspective owner, and even her spiritual sea became turbulent. However, the anger could not be suppressed. She sat down opposite that person and tried to calm down:

"Raging waves, I have it!" The voice was full of trembling, as if he was worried that the other party would tell a terrible answer, which would be more deafening than the thunder outside the window.

Feng Qinglang was shocked again, this person is Furious Lang! The legend of Furious Lang, who is as famous as his ancestor Di Allen, and the stormy wind and waves, has always been an eternal theme in the mouth of Alans bard!

No wonder he looks familiar. I've seen his appearance in illustrated books and stone sculptures I've seen before...

But who is the woman taking on this perspective now? She has the flesh and blood of Nu Lang?

Nu Lang was still so calm. Looking at himself, there was even a hint of ridicule in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

The owner from the first perspective was angry and roared: "I have Furious Waves!"

The raised voice attracted the attention of others, and even the passing waitress secretly observed her position.

Feng Qinglang could even feel the angry thoughts of the owner of this first-person perspective, the angry waves, the legend in Storm Hunters, hum, but if he didn't handle this matter well, it would become a stain on his life.

"Can you please lower your voice?" Nu Lang was a little helpless, his voice was as pleasant as ever, but it was neither sullen nor angry, but it made people completely crazy.

The owner from the first perspective said angrily: "Nu Lang, you bastard, I have our flesh and blood, and you are so indifferent?"

The helpless look in Nu Lang's eyes became even worse, but his face remained calm, but there was an uproar around him.

Finally, he met the gaze of the owner of the first-person perspective and said softly: "Dear Ye Ditian, okay, if you really have a child, just give birth to the child, and I will be responsible!"

There was a burst of laughter from all around, and the consciousness of the owner from the first-person perspective gradually blurred, and they could still vaguely hear their discussions. Ye Ditian, this fool, must have drunk too much again...

Then, the image was filled with snowflakes...

Feng Qinglang's mind was also full of snowflakes. He felt that he had been fooled. Ye Ditian was indeed a bastard...

However, did he actually have any contact with the sage Nu Lang?

Soon, the image changed from blurry to clear again...

Still angry, I only heard him say: "Your boxing set is very interesting. Is it to mourn your deceased wife... Well, well, you made me wait for fifty years... After listening to your story, I can be more sure of you
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