A leaf in the distant mountain holds a flying boat,
The maple leaves on the shore are red in thanksgiving.
A river of autumn water, single clothes and sorrow,
A pot full of turbid wine has no home.
-----(gorgeous dividing line)-----
It’s true that the Liangyi Shenzong needs both extremes for everything.
The beautiful scene of Song Pingcun and Fu Ji at the bottom of the deep valley finally allowed them to figure out this matter.
Although it seems useless for the time being, it is better than being completely confused.
Song Pingcun's belly even jumped a little when Fu Ji held her. For a Song Pingcun who had four wives, he reflexively thought that he had impure thoughts and quickly tried to suppress them, but then he I sensed something was wrong, and it was clear that there was nothing wrong with me. I just felt that my tone was wrong and I felt guilty.
At this point, Song Pingcun realized that the beating in his belly was not lust, but the long-lost spiritual energy in the sea of qi.
With a bang, the flames in his hand shot directly to the stone walls on both sides. This was not because of the suction of the stone walls, but the natural effect of not controlling the leakage of spiritual energy due to excitement.
Perhaps because of this sudden change, Fu Ji let go of her hand like a frightened rabbit and took two steps back, "Just now...what was that just now?"
Just after she stepped away, the flames in Song Pingcun's palm returned to his palm, as if being drawn back.
Song Pingcun also reacted. At that moment, the spiritual energy in his sea of energy actually revived, but he was a little unsure. He moved his lips and finally uttered the two words, "spiritual energy."
Fu Ji's eyes looked at Song Pingcun. She had been in this hard labor place for who knows how long. No one had ever mastered the power of fire magnetism, let alone restored her spiritual energy.
"What now?"
"No more." Song Pingcun felt a little disappointed.
Fu Ji thought for a moment, then took two steps forward and said, "Try again."
After saying this, Fu Ji took the initiative to stretch out her hands and hug Song Pingcun's waist. Only then did she stop leaning on him, but looked up at Song Pingcun's expression.
Little did he know that this action really made Song Pingcun feel embarrassed.
"What's wrong?" Fu Ji looked at Song Pingcun's face and suddenly turned red, and asked strangely: "Is it gone?"
Song Pingcun didn't know how to answer, so he could only close his eyes and mobilize the power of fire magnetism. After just a few breaths, he really felt the spiritual power emerging from the sea of qi, but the original power of fire magnetism was not affected. Instead, the density increases within the same range, and the power of fire and magnetism merges with the spiritual energy.
The brief blending, although they could not completely merge together, stopped the churning of the sea of qi, and Tianleizhu's surprised call came in his mind, "Master, the spiritual energy has appeared, how did you do it. I thought it was me just now. Are you hallucinating? It doesn’t make sense! I’m spiritual..."
But before Tianleizhu could finish speaking, Song Pingcun's sea of consciousness resounded with the words of his ancestor, "Make good use of it, blend the power of fire magnetism and spiritual power, and use your mind to convert them. It is best to be able to combine the two." Completely integrate and completely eliminate the traces of my spiritual power in your body."
The transformation on Song Pingcun's face from joy to surprise to shock was clearly reflected in Fu Ji's eyes, and her heart began to beat violently.
Fu Ji's stagnant heart felt like a stone had been thrown into it, causing ripples.
She had not felt the spiritual energy for countless years. Although Song Pingcun restrained it in time, it still could not escape her perception. This situation only shocked her, and what made her heart tremble was the feeling that she was not excluded.
A full quarter of an hour later, Song Pingcun opened his eyes and looked at Fu Ji, who had maintained the same movement in front of him. He couldn't tell what he felt. The tears on Fu Ji's face were like a flood, which he couldn't understand.
"Fuji, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay. I'm happy!"
Song Pingcun breathed a sigh of relief when Fu Ji said he was happy. There are four wives in the family, separated for more than two hundred years, but they have not forgotten that whether women are happy or not is different from men.
The problem before Song Pingcun now is very simple. Should we continue to explore or do what our ancestor just said?
Even the ancestor's words gave him a different feeling, as if his exile to a land of hard labor was not Yunzi's design at all, but he didn't know whether it was the result of Yunzi himself or someone else's instigation.
I originally thought that in the God Realm, there would be fewer and fewer secrets, but instead there are more and more!
After adjusting her mood, Fu Ji saw Song Pingcun thinking, and thought he was adjusting his spiritual power. After all, the spiritual power that had been interrupted for two hundred years suddenly appeared, and everyone would have something to think about. She had even forgotten that Song Pingcun and she continued to maintain the same movement without changing.
Until Song Jiao's voice came from the top of the cliff.
"Sir, come up and have a look."
Song Pingcun and Fu Ji finally realized that their actions were indescribably embarrassing. Fu Ji stood up straight with some reluctance, and loosened her arms around Song Pingcun's waist. The slight sound of two stone shoes falling to the ground seemed like someone was peeking at the charm between them just now.
"Hold me" was Fu Ji's words this time.
Song Pingcun was stunned for a moment, and then he saw Fu Ji gently lift up his foot wrapped in cloth and put it into a stone shoe. He quickly stretched out his hand knowingly and touched Fu Ji's arm gently, and the other shoe fell off.
When the two returned to the ground on the top of the cliff, they saw Song Jiao standing on the top of the cliff and said, "Sir, we found a special place at the bottom of the rock slope. If you don't look carefully, you really can't see it. .”
Back in front of the stone slope, Song Kang, Song Di, and Bai Hu were already waiting there.
Song Jiao pointed to a small area and said: "On the surface, it looks like this place is the same as other places. At most, the temperature drops at night and there is some accumulation of water, which makes the color here appear lighter than other places. But I can be sure that the color here is lighter than other places." Other places are tighter.”
Song Jiao's judgment was based on his knowledge of weapon refining. There is a difference between beating the same material with more force and less force. This is difficult to distinguish without sufficient background.
Song Pingcun squatted down and observed with his naked eyes. The feeling of touching it with his hands was indeed more delicate and smooth, as if it was the result of being stepped on for a long time. Not only trampling, but also the transmission of power. This situation will only occur after a long time.
"We have all tried it. When we stand in this area, there are no bulges or dents within the reach of our hands. But sir, look at these two areas, which are about larger than the palm of your hand. They are the same as the soles of your feet. The situation in the area is the same." Song Jiao stood up and marked out two areas with his hands.
Song Pingcun stood up, placed his feet on the position he had just observed, and raised his hands flat, just below his chest.
When I push it inward, there is no response. It is the same when I push it to the left or right.
Fu Ji stood next to him and put her hand on Song Pingcun's waist by accident, "try it."
Song Pingcun stiffened and nodded. Fu Ji took a step sideways and held Ye's waist with both hands from behind.
Song Jiao's eyes flashed and he quickly turned around, but within two breaths of turning around, he heard a sizzling sound coming from behind him. Turning around, Song Pingcun no longer saw a steep rocky slope in front of him, but instead revealed a dark cave entrance that was as tall as a person and five feet wide.
"This is..." Song Pingcun looked at the cave entrance in surprise.
"There really is a tunnel." Fu Ji turned her head from behind Song Pingcun to look at the black hole.
The two fire magnets touched lightly, and a string of sparks headed towards the black hole. In the brief light, a downward stone staircase clearly appeared in the eyes of several people.
"Go down and have a look." Song Pingcun took Fu Ji's hand, who was standing next to him, and took the lead to walk into the cave. Although his eyesight could not see far, with the short-term illumination of the spark just now, his mind Already have a rough memory.
Song Jiao and Song Kang were left to guard the entrance of the cave. The three of them and one fox carefully went down the stone stairs step by step. The further they went, the darker they felt. When the memory in Song Pingcun's mind disappeared, a ball of flame appeared in his palm, propelled forward by spiritual power and used as a light.
After about a cup of tea, a semi-arc groove similar to an oil lamp appeared on the stone walls on the left and right. Song Pingcun raised his arm just high enough. There was no fuel in the groove, but there was a round bead. When he took it out, it was a dark ball. There are round beads on the other side, but there are white round beads on the other side, but the white color is not visible because it is in the groove.
When the two beads were put together, a strange phenomenon occurred. Both beads actually emitted a soft light, and the brightness gradually increased in Song Pingcun's palm, as if they were absorbing the power of Song Pingcun's fire magnetism. The more beads there were, the brighter they became.
Song Pingcun simply released some power of fire and magnetism to wrap around the two beads. The brightness suddenly increased a lot. In about two breaths, the two beads emitted a normal light like night pearls, one foot in front and one foot in front. They can all be seen clearly.
After another light, the forward speed of the several people increased, and two grooves were found on the left and right after two feet. Song Pingcun reached out and took out the same two beads, one black and one white. He repeated the action just now, and the two beads lit up again.
This time Song Pingcun did not hold it in his hand, but put it back into the groove. The light emitted by the beads reflected on the top of the cave, creating a floodlight, just like a lighting tool on the top of the cave.
After that, every two feet or so there were the same grooves and the same beads, one black and one white.
From this point of view, the testing ground of Liangyi Shenzong also continues the pattern of one yin and one yang and the way of doing things.
After walking like this for almost half an hour, they finally arrived at a place that seemed to be their destination.
A spacious underground square with a radius of dozens of feet.
There are also some stone platforms that look like workbenches in the square, and there are stone rooms that look like rooms on the left and right and right in front of them.
"Sir, the left and right sides seem to be where the Yin-Yang Magnetic Fire is stored." The excited voice of Tianleizhu came from the brain.
Song Pingcun stood still and looked at the underground square in disbelief. This was incredible. Because at this moment, his hands and Fu Ji's hands were separated because of the discovery of this square, but the spiritual power was still there, but the soul was still suppressed.
