Chapter 105 Cultivation in the Valley 1

Qianqiu walked out of the wooden house and walked to the back of the house. Soon, he found the monument in the flowers.

"Tianyazhong." Qianqiu slowly read these words and didn't care. Maybe this is the tomb of a person named Tianya.

"You died here, I don't know what I will do..." Qianqiu looked at the cliffs around and sighed.

A gust of wind blew, and suddenly set off waves of flowers in the valley.

Qianqiu stood in it, with a stone tablet standing beside him, as if there were two people together, lamenting their fate.

In the morning, the morning fog filled the whole valley, and the petals of the valley were full of crystal dewdrops. At this time, the valley was still very quiet and peaceful.

Qianqiu sat on the roof of the wooden house, his eyes were slightly closed, and slowly ran the "Hunyuan Sword Secret". The silk aura entered the body from the pores of the whole body, and then passed through the meridians and entered the purple mansion.

The golden sword elixir rotates in the middle of the purple mansion, and then guides a fierce spirit, which is the original sword spirit of the three styles of Qingfeng. Because this sword formula was created by Qianqiu, the original sword spirit is in Qianqiu's body.

The fierce cyan sword spirit slowly rotated to the upper and lower ends of the purple mansion under the guidance of Jiandan. When the sword spirit and the mysterious fog at the top touched, it immediately shrank back as if it had encountered something terrible, and it was the same when it touched the fog below. No matter how the sword elixir guides, there is no The method makes the cyan sword move forward one more point.

What does Qianqiu want to do? It's very simple. He wants to integrate the three types of Qingfeng into the "Hunyuan Sword Tips".

But now it is obvious that you are in trouble. Qianqiu's purple house is opened up by the "Hunyuan Sword Tips", which is naturally the foundation of the mixed yuan sword formula, and the mysterious fog above and bottom of the Purple House is the two yin and yang qi. The source of all things between heaven and earth is yin qi below, and the above is yang qi. Because the yang qi Qianqiu cannot be absorbed, only It can absorb yin qi, so yin qi can only temporarily stay in the purple mansion or in the sword elixir, but it does not return to its position and is not right up and down. It is just the beginning of the practice of the Mixed Sword Secret.

What Qianqiu needs to do is to integrate the three-style sword formula of Qingfeng into the upper and lower position of yin and yang. In this way, the three-style Qingfeng will naturally integrate with the Mixed Sword Tips.

But now the original sword spirit of Qingfeng three-style seems to be a little resistant to this, and Zifu has only formed half of it due to the incompleteness of yin and yang, and it can't actively integrate. For a while, Qianqiu can't think of any way.

"Take your time." Qianqiu opened his eyes and sighed.

jumped off the roof and stood in the front yard of the door, looking at the misty scenery full of valley. There was always a faint fragrance of flowers in the moist air in the morning.

He moved out the chair in the room, sat in the not wide but clean and tidy courtyard, took out the Qingfeng sword, then took out a snow-white silk, gently wiped the body of the Qingfeng sword, and reflected the cold light of the Qingfeng sword in his eyes.

What is rare is that the squirrel came out of nowhere at this time. Looking at Qianqiu's concentration wiping the Qingfeng sword, he jumped on Qianqiu's head, stood quietly on it, and then did not move.

The morning fog gradually dissipated, the flowers and branches also showed their delicate face, and the valley was full of bird calls, crisp, bright, low and hissing, accompanied by a faint fragrance, which made people extremely intoxicated.

Because this is in a deep valley, the sun only shines here for a few hours from rise to sunset, and it can't shine here at other times, but it's good to have sunshine, so it is not wet and moldy here, but forms a unique beauty.

The butterflies flew out again and flew around each flower. When they were tired, they stayed on the petals and felt the touch of the breeze.

The extremely depressing calls awakened Qianqiu, who was wiping the green sword. Qianqiu raised his head and saw the pink butterfly that made the squirrel escape yesterday fly over. The squirrel on his head seemed to be nervous and uneasy. Qianqiu quickly grabbed the squirrel and put it in front of him and said, "Step on it. Does my hair want to go?

The 'squeak' squirrel waved its claws and shouted, and then the pink butterfly also flew over. After a circle, it also stopped on Qianqiu's head.

Suddenly, a wisp of pink powder seemed to appear in front of Qianqiu. There was a trace of panic in the squirrel's eyes, and then the pink powder fell on the squirrel's face. After shaking his head vigorously, the squirrel closed its eyes and fell asleep.

"So you fall asleep?" Qianqiu picked up the squirrel and looked at it in front of him. Suddenly, Qianqiu also felt a burst of fatigue in his heart, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

"No, this butterfly..." Qianqiu said half of the words, and his head was crooked and fainted. Only the butterfly still stopped on Qianqiu's head, as if nothing had happened.

The sun has reached the middle of heaven and earth, that is, noon. Under the sun, the valley is golden yellow, like a dreamy golden yellow.

Qianqiu opened his eyes, and his head seemed to be a little dizzy. He shook and sat up again.

The squirrel was still lying on Qianqiu's leg. Qianqiu touched the squirrel's body, and the temperature was still there, which means that he was not dead.

After a sound of stirring wings, the pink butterfly flew down and stopped in front of Qianqiu.

Qianqiu remembered the strangeness of the butterfly and couldn't help but be vigilant. He picked up the Qingfeng sword and seemed to be ready to 'zheng [law]' the butterfly.

Suddenly, Qianqiu put down the Qingfeng sword and said, "You haven't really harmed anyone. I won't kill you."

The squirrel on his 'squeak' leg screamed, then woke up and staggered on Qianqiu's leg. Then he accidentally fell to the ground and fell 'squeaked'.

At this time, the pink butterfly flew to the top of the squirrel's head and incited beautiful wings. This action made Qianqiu look like the butterfly was laughing at the squirrel.

After the 'squeak' squirrel removed his discomfort, he looked at the butterfly above his head, his mouth grinned, and jumped up and bit the butterfly.

The butterfly flashed a lot and flew out slowly. The squirrel also seemed to be angry and ran out all the way after the butterfly.

"Interesting." There was another smile on the corners of Qianqiu's mouth. This was his third smile, both in this valley.

Qianqiu sat in a chair and looked at the scenery full of the valley. The flowers and branches swayed like restless children, while some of the butterflies flew, some stopped on the flowers, shaking together with the shaking of the branches, and the stream in front of them gurgling. Although they don't know where they are going, they are still Flow, just like a human, although I don't know where to go, I still have to go.

"If you die, you can't be born by yourself. The death of weakness is not the original death.

"It is the ability of all things to be born, and the death of them are abandoned. The source is long and there is no end. The ambition is short and disorderly, and it is not life."

"One death in life, but the cycle of heaven, life is just the beginning of death, death is just the end of life. The two have different meanings and structures. They seem to exist with each other, and everything is the same. Butterflies are attached to flowers, and flowers also need butterflies. There is no life and death? If you don't ask, how can you be asked? Where does failure come from without victory? Without ancient times, how can there be today? All this seems complicated, but in fact it is two words: nature. Qianqiu muttered such a sentence in his mouth.

There was a roar in his mind, and Qianqiu felt as if something had been opened. For a moment, everything was extremely clear. In front of him, the flowers and branches dancing with the wind, the fallen leaves, and even the ants on the sand grains in the water on the ground became clear in his mind. Yin and Yang were not only as simple as black and white, but also black. Bai Erqi is only the origin of all things, the symbol of yin and yang, and the truth in yin and yang. They are all things in the world. They are originally a kind of yin and yang.

Slowly closed my eyes, and countless sounds came from my ears, like the reluctance of trees and the farewell of fallen leaves, like the laughter of flowers in the wind, like the footsteps of ants, like the sound of running water rushing through the sand grains, like the sound of squirrels and butterflies chasing each other. All these sounds are so huge. Dahe is concentrated, but it is orderly in Qianqiu's ears, and every sound is extremely clear, without any sense of clutter. This is a natural sound.

Qianqiu closed his eyes and wanted to take this opportunity to make another breakthrough. You know, this opportunity is not often available.