At dawn, the rooster crows have not yet risen.

On the top of the Fenglei Mountain of Lord Qianshou, a little guy has already started boxing.

Xiaobudian is extremely diligent in practicing. The reason why he was born with Vajra is that his energy is very strong than that of ordinary people. At night, he practices standing, walking, fixed stakes, closing his eyes to rest, and resting. When he wakes up, he is the beginning of his formal practice. There are eighteen bronze men standing at the top of Fenglei Mountain. Xiaobudian only reaches the height of the bronze men's chest. These bronze men are tempered by the ancient Xinghui method and have a very high degree of perseverance. At present, they are just standing still and are all beaten as sandbags.

Gu Xiaoyu's fist poured down like a rainstorm, making a large phantom, pouring down the bronze man's chest and abdomen, making a crackling and crisp sound.

He practices physical skills with Xiaoshan, and wants to cultivate the "Thousand-Handed" peacock spreads his tail. This is a compulsory homework.

After a full hour of boxing, Xiao Budian stopped for a while.

Gu Xiaoyu looked up at the sky, looked at the sky, and calculated the time, it was almost done...

At the foot of Fenglei Mountain, two figures came from a distance, an old and a young man.

This is the only place to go from Xiaoshuang Mountain to the Sutra Pavilion.

"Uncle Ning, Senior Ye."

Gu Xiaoyu looked happy. Uncle Ning and Senior Ye would come to the Sutra Pavilion every morning these days, and go to Fenglei Mountain to see Xiaobudian's practice. Senior Ye gave Gu Xiaoyu a protective sword talisman with the word "Taiping" written on it. The talisman sent by the ancestors of Xihai was originally in the West Sea. For hundreds of years, the entire Penglai Immortal Island had the chance to get it, but it was only a few ten fingers.

As the name suggests, the word "Taiping" that Gu Xiaoyu got, as the name suggests, will maintain peace for a long time with this talisman.

The great-grandfather of Qiangshan gave Gu Xiaoyu an ancient sword that was not inferior to the "Changqi", called "Duanshuang". The sword body was covered with frost and white, covered with snow, and it was inserted at the top of Fenglei Mountain. At the end of the Eighteen Bronze Man, the senior sister Qianshou guided Xiaobudian to practice, first temper her body, cultivate her Vajra realm to the small perfection, ignite the spark, and then she could break to the end of the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation to pull out the "Duanshuang".

Before this, even though Gu Xiaoyu had many possessions, she could only stay on Fenglei Mountain to practice obediently.

Ning Yi calculated it himself. Gu Xiaoyu worshipped in Shushan, and the various gifts were much more abundant than his original family. However, the practice of Vajra Realm also requires a lot of resources, so he had to go down the mountain to travel.

Now is not the time.

Xiaobudian has a simple mind and sits in a treasure mountain without knowing it. Senior Ye also likes this little guy. The "childish" sword is bright and he opens his wisdom. Every time he goes up the mountain, he likes to tease Xiaobudian. Occasionally, he carries Gu Xiaoyu for more than ten miles to see the scenery below the mountain, the mountains and rivers on earth, and the fireworks of the ancient city in the western region are curling, but they never fall to the ground. After returning to the mountain for a moment, Gu Xiaoyu was greedy and knew that the most urgent thing was to practice. He pressed his temperament and fist step by step to sharpen his realm.

"Is Uncle Ning looking at the ancient scroll in the Sutra Pavilion?"

After hitting the bronze man for an hour, Gu Xiaoyu stopped moving, sweat poured out of her body, and wet her cloth shirt. He wiped his red forehead, cheeks, and his eyes were bright. Looking at Ning Yi, his other fingertip teased the sheathless child. The child's ancient sword flew up and down like a butterfly, and he was having a great time.

Ning Yi nodded with a smile, holding a luggage in his hand, gently put it down, and said, "I'm not a little bit, eat more."

There are several trays of buns in the cloth bag, large fluffy and steaming.

Ning Yi bought it by driving the sword down the mountain. With his cultivation level, it won’t take long to go back and forth, and it almost doesn’t take time.

Gu Xiaoyu secretly told Ning Yi that day that he saw someone selling buns at the foot of the mountain.

The little guy suffered in Xiling for more than ten years and was taken into the Great Wall of the West by a kind-hearted family. Before he could live a good life, he met bandits and fled for half a year. Shushan Mountain Gate accepted disciples again. By chance, he was attracted by Wu Qingjun, a disciple who went down the mountain, and brought them back to the mountain gate... So today came into being.

Before this, he had eaten meat buns that were half eaten by a rich playboy, snatched half of the residue from the local dog, and secretly hid the frozen and hard cold buns on his chest, trying to heat them up before eating.

Before entering Fenglei Mountain, Gu Xiaoyu had never had a good meal. After entering Fenglei Mountain, although Qianshou Senior Sister did not give him money, he didn't have to worry about food and clothing, because there were many things that could not be eaten at the foot of the mountain gate of Shushan, including wine containing spiritual energy and the spiritual fruits of a century-old tree... Even so, what he was thinking about was the steaming buns sold by the world.

That day, he mustered up the courage and said to Ning Yi.

"Uncle Ning... can you help me bring some buns from the foot of the mountain?"

Ning Yi could understand this feeling.

A long time ago, before he worshipped Shushan, and was still worried about Yinliang, he wanted to have a full meal, wear glossy clothes, have his own horse and his own sword.

Ning Yi looked at the little yellow shirt in front of him.

Gu Xiaoyu ate the buns in big mouthfuls and swallowed them voraciously. Her hair was no longer scattered, but it gradually scattered, covering most of the forehead and unable to see his eyes.

Gu Xiaoyu is not hungry.

But he still ate in big mouthfuls.

It’s like swallowing all the pain you have suffered and the pain you have eaten.

As I ate, my movements slowed down.

Halfway through the meal, Xiao Budian's throat choked, took a deep breath, and smeared his cheeks hard with the back of his palm.

Ning Yi sighed, squatted down, lifted the little guy's hair, and saw a pair of red and sour eyes.

This little guy didn't cry when the snow was about to be frozen to death on the Xiling River, and didn't cry when he was in exile in the Western Region.

Good days have come, but I cried...

"Ning, Uncle Ning..." Xiao Budian's voice was a little choked, "I don't have money, wait for me... in the future..."

Ning Yi smiled and shook his head, wiped his tears with his sleeve, and said, "Is it delicious?"

Gu Xiaoyu nodded and shook her head again.

The little guy doesn't know what to say...

He said hoarsely: "It's delicious, but not as delicious as I thought... Uncle Ning, am I not satisfied?"

"Of course not." Ning Yi shook his head and said in a very soft voice: Everyone is like this. When they can't eat, they feel very sweet. When they eat, they feel that it's just like this... They only know that what they can't get is the best, but they ignore what they have, so people often forget to cherish it."

Gu Xiaoyu was a little confused.

"You have a childish heart. If you don't change your wealth, don't let it go." Ning Yi smiled slightly and patted the little guy's head.

Gu Xiaoyu seemed to understand, remembering this sentence firmly and watching Uncle Ning and Senior Ye leave.

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Inside the Sutra Pavilion.

Before that visualization volume.

The golden light flies.

Unlike before, Ning Yi closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the cushion of the hall. The old man stood behind him, gently resting his palm on his zenith. The sword energy flowed like a vortex, surging over the hall.

Calm your mind and calm your breath.

Ning Yi entered the visual world of the ancient scrolls.

With his current level of practice, he can stay in the ancient scroll world for half an hour.

But now it's different.

This ancient visual scroll requires a majestic soul and a continuous stream of divinity.

This is why those who have insufficient realm will be directly exploded and their bodies will be drained when visualizing.

The ancient scroll needs huge divinity as support... The last time it was fully unfolded, when the mountain behind Shushan fell off a cliff and Ning Yi's life was hanging on the line, the White Bone Plain unfolded the visual ancient scroll on its own, exhausting the huge divinity it had accumulated.

Since then, although Ning Yi has a crystallization of the Lion Heart King, he has no way to instill.

The Divine Pool does not provide a path to the divine nature of the visual scrolls.

If nothing unexpected happens, Ning Yi must practice to the realm of the Star Lord. Only when his own realm is sufficient will the White Bone Plain be opened. At that time, Ning Yi himself has the realm required for visualization and a sufficient degree of divinity. His divine thoughts are immersed in the ancient scrolls and can gain a glimpse of the world's appearance.

This ancient scroll was circulated in the hands of the Great Sui Nirvana Power... All the powerful people thought this was a mysterious visualization picture, but in fact it was the inheritance of the sword holder. What the powerful people saw was a flower, a grass and a leaf. Only those who carried the sword bones could visualize the complete world.

The ancestor of Xihai put one hand on Ning Yitian Spiritual Gallery.

The divine nature in his body spreads and spreads out from his fingertips, and finally covers Ning Yi's head, wrapping the divine villain in Ning Yi's God Pool, walking slowly in the ancient scroll world.

Ning Yi needs a "guidor", a "pioneer", and a "dedicator" who provides divinity to allow himself to walk in the visualization scroll.

Ye Changfeng is that person.

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Visualize the scroll.

Ning Yi stood on the high mountains of the glacier snowfield, and wisps of cold wind blew, making the bones severe cold.

If your soul is blown into the air, it will instantly freeze into ice residue and then shatter.

The world in this ancient scroll has an extremely harsh environment.

Ning Yi was holding a lantern in his hand.

There was a faint fluorescence emitted from the lantern, and within three feet, there was a bright spot.

The wick light is soft and warm, and the night and the cold are driven away.

Ning Yi has been walking in this glacier plateau for "five days", and he wants to find a clear place in this ancient scroll.

That is what Ye Changfeng called "fortune".

It is precisely because Ning Yi did not keep it at all that he told his secrets to his ancestors.

This is why this "lucky" is created.

The old sword immortal used the deduction technique and came up with a vague and waiting for implementation.

If we say that from the Sutra Pavilion to the Scrolls is a one-way entrance leading to the visual world.

Then, the Ancient Scroll World, to Ning Yi’s Xinhu Lake, is likely to be a two-way entrance.

Ning Yi's realm is not enough to find the entrance to Xinhu Lake and enter that world.

But now with Ye Changfeng's blessing, he can travel through the ancient scrolls and find the way he came.

After that...even if there is no visualization picture.

Ning Yi can also enter here.

According to Ye Changfeng's conjecture, there are very important things hidden in this visualization map, and the killing power of sword-holders in all dynasties is extremely powerful.

This is a heritage passed down from unknown origins.

Once you find the entrance, you will find the inheritance.
Chapter completed!