In Yan Zhaoge's mind, many thoughts emerged for a while, one after another.
He narrowed his eyes a little, and calmed down, his eyes were calm and unwavering, only revealing as a junior disciple, his yearning and longing for the supreme unparalleled knowledge of his sect.
Yan Zhaoge looked at Xin Dongping, and Xin Dongping nodded calmly, so Yan Zhaoge walked towards the radiance where the phantom appeared, and stepped into it.
The light and shadow of the scroll suddenly streamed down with streams of light, covering Yan Zhaoge.
A large number of words surfaced in Yan Zhaoge's mind, which was the content of the second half of Taiqing Qigong.
Although there are some traces of Taiqing's lineage inheritance before the Great Destruction, Taiqing Qigong itself has been quite unique and mysterious since the founding of Tianweng Qiuyuan, after the consummation and perfection of the strong men of Guangcheng Mountain. An excellent book of martial arts.
Yan Zhaoge verified it with the collections of the shrines he had browsed, and gained a lot.
However, these can be pondered over later. What Yan Zhaoge pays most attention to at the moment is that, when in contact with the secret transmission of Taiqing Qigong, his consciousness seems to travel through time and space, and the scene from many years ago reappears before his eyes.
Infinite calamities and catastrophes occurred, and the world was turned upside down, like the end of the world.
A stream of light descended from the sky, pierced through the sky, tore through the endless void, descended on the eight great worlds, and landed in a mountain range.
On one of the mountain peaks, a mysterious and slender trace was left behind.
I don't know how many years have passed since then. On a certain day, someone passed by here, looked at the traces of the remains, felt something in his heart, and realized the mystery, so he sat quietly in front of the mountain for many days, trying to figure out the artistic conception.
Yan Zhaoge looked at that person's face, and could tell that it was the founder of the sect, Qiu Yuan, the founder of Tianweng.
In this scene, the divine light fell to the ground, leaving behind the engraving, Qiu Yuan faced the wall and realized the Tao, and gradually summed up the process of creating Taiqing Qigong.
The divine light may be the aftermath caused by the power of a strong man in the shrine, or it may be the wreckage that fell after the shrine was shattered.
When Yan Zhaoge got closer to the light and shadow of the square printing pad, his eyes suddenly went dark, as if he felt the sky and the earth collapsing.
After trying to figure out the faint traces left in the seal pad, Yan Zhaoge suddenly felt awe-inspiring. As the images in his mind changed, he seemed to vaguely see fragments of something falling from the sky and falling into the Eight Great Worlds through time and space.
Qiu Yuan got this thing and used it as a foundation to create the Guangcheng Tianzhang.
Although the image is simple, Yan Zhaoge can feel the throbbing of his heart, knowing the fragments of that thing is very important.
Yan Zhaoge took a closer look, the fragment fell and went upwards from the open void, and a figure could be seen faintly.
The fragments did not appear to have fallen by accident, but were deliberately thrown by the person.
It's a pity that this simple idea left a mark until Qiu Yuan created the Guangcheng Tianzhang.
Yan Zhaoge was slightly annoyed.
After calming down, Yan Zhaoge thought about it: "I haven't heard anyone mention this fragment before. Is it lost in the early years, or is it because it is too important, and only the most core executives of the sect understand the situation, even the head of the sect? Proxy pass?"
Yan Zhaoge let out a long breath, calming down his mind: "The confusion has not been resolved, but more and more questions, but there are also more clues and directions."
Burying the doubts that could not be solved for the time being in his heart, Yan Zhaoge began to carefully understand the mystery of the Guangcheng Heavenly Palm.
For some reason, Yan Zhaoge comprehended this unique skill even more easily than the previous Taiqing Qigong.
When everything was over, Yan Zhaoge slowly opened his eyes, and greeted Xin Dongping: "Thank you, Master Uncle."
Xin Dongping took a deep look at Yan Zhaoge and shook his head: "It's okay, let's go down and practice hard."
Yan Zhaoge came out of the arsenal scripture building, Ah Hu was already waiting outside the door with Panpan, seeing Yan Zhaoge coming out, he smiled naively: "Young master, is it settled?"
"It's just swallowing the jujube, go back and slowly figure out how to practice." Yan Zhaoge waved his hand: "Let's go back now."
Panpan flew up again, this time Yan Zhaoge didn't stop it and hugged the big fluffy ball.
The current Panpan's body shape is about the same as the giant panda in Yan Zhaoge's memory. Although the size is still a little bit bigger, at least it doesn't have the momentum of an elephant charging like before.
After returning to his residence, Yan Zhaoge practiced with peace of mind.
One day, facing the morning sun and walking out the door, Yan Zhaoge's heart suddenly moved, he counted the days silently, and walked out.
Ah Hu followed beside him and asked curiously, "My lord, where are you going?"
Yan Zhaoge sighed: "Go look for Master Uncle, today is Brother Shi's death day, I will also burn incense."
Ah Hu blinked, realized what was going on, didn't speak, and obediently followed behind Yan Zhaoge.
Walking all the way in the mountains, Yan Zhaoge climbed to the top of a small hill, and sure enough, he saw two people standing there.
A tall and mighty man is none other than Grand Master Shi Tie.
Behind him stood Xu Fei.
Xu Fei looked solemn, seeing Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu coming, he nodded slightly, completely different from the relaxed and unrestrained smile on his face in the past.
Shi Tie turned his head and looked over: "Zhao Ge is here? Interested."
Yan Zhaoge bowed to Shi Tie: "Master, my condolences."
Shi Tie's face was calm, as usual: "I'm fine."
He turned his head and moved forward again, his eyes fell on a grave mound. Although it was simple, the surrounding area was extremely neat and there were no weeds.
In front of the grave stands a tombstone with the words "Tomb of Aizi Shi Songtao" written on it.
On both sides of this tomb, there are two tombs.
Both Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu remained silent, and the two tombs had steles erected in front of them, indicating the identity of the owners, who belonged to Shi Tie's daughter-in-law and grandson respectively.
The three tombs are actually clothes tombs, but this is even more disturbing, because the three members of Shi Songtao's family were killed, and even the bones could not be found.
Yan Zhaoge and the others stood silently behind Shi Tie, and it was always a great sorrow for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person.
Looking at Shi Songtao's name, a handsome young man appeared in Yan Zhaoge's mind. His face and facial features were 90% similar to Shi Tie's. The father and son were almost carved out of the same mold.
Yan Zhaoge himself had never had personal contact with this Senior Brother Shi, and his understanding of him all came from the memory of the original owner of his body.
Shi Songtao was a bit older than Xu Fei. When he became famous in the Eight Great Worlds and was hailed as the proud son of the new generation of Guangcheng Mountain, Yan Zhaoge was still a child and had just started practicing martial arts.
Compared with the upright and serious Shi Tie, Shi Songtao is gentler, but both father and son are equally warm-hearted.
When Xu Fei and Yan Zhaoge were teenagers, they were often guided and cared for by this elder senior brother.
At that time, Shi Songtao was also a high-spirited young arrogance, and even married his lover, and gave birth to Lin'er early, which was extremely happy.
Even Shi Tie enjoyed family happiness during those few years, and usually had a lot more smiles on his face.
But unfortunately, all of this is now a thing of the past.
Standing there, Shi Tie looked like a statue, as if it had been standing there for a thousand years.