Chapter 4 Bamboo flute an empty song against the moon

After Ye Qianqiu left the city, he immediately took a nine-day step to the forest in the distance. He had already grasped it better and better. Nine steps in the blue sky, one in a heavy sky, and now his nine steps in blue are close to the realm of metamorphing heaven.

After dozens of breaths, Ye Qianqiu came to the depths of the forest and let go of his consciousness. He found that there was no one around, only some beasts, so he was relieved and ready to start practicing. With his eyes condensing, Ye Qianqiu raised his right hand, raised his fingers, and shouted, "Emperor Wu broke the sky, and one finger broke the sky." It turns out that the full name of this broken sky finger is the broken sky finger of Emperor Wu.

Then Ye Qianqiu pointed out that he went straight to the big tree in front of him... "expanded", which means that the trees touched each other and made a slight cracking sound. After removing his hand, Ye Qianqiu stared at the trunk and saw a thick finger hole nearly two feet deep on the trunk. The diameter of the tree is about four or five feet, and Ye Qianqiu's finger almost penetrates half of the trunk. But Ye Qianqiu was obviously not very happy about this effect. He frowned and said, "In the spiritual imprint of the master, the metamorphic realm can directly break through this tree. But I... Forget it, practice again!"

So Ye Qianqiu practiced one tree after another in the forest. Half an hour later, after a tree trunk in the depths of the forest, the trunk was hit transparently, and the other side could be seen from this side. Looking at the tree, which is about six feet in diameter, it was penetrated by Ye Qianqiu's finger.

Looking at the transparent hole, Ye Qianqiu smiled happily and said, "This is still practicing and metamorphs into eight heavens. It seems that the aura of heaven and earth in my body has not been absorbed." The power of morphing eight heavens and one finger to break through a tree with a diameter of six feet is already very unusual.

"Next, practice cracking the palm" After laughing a few times, Ye Qianqiu looked at a intact tree. Crack the palm of the earth, lift the palm of the earth. What is this? If the palm of the earth is not cracked, will the sky be cracked? This is Ye Qianqiu's evaluation of the cracked palm.

"pa" "pa" "pa"... Such a sound keeps coming from the depths of the woods. This is Ye Qianqiu practicing cracking the palm of the earth to those big trees. Saying that comment, but he uses the palm of the earth to crack the tree, this guy is really speechless.

"What kind of martial arts is this! Even the tree can't crack, and the ground is still cracked. I think it will crack before the ground is cracked!" Ye Qianqiu couldn't help saying angrily when he saw that he hadn't cracked a tree for a long time. He didn't want to practice, but he couldn't help thinking of the scene in the spiritual imprint of the war. In the spiritual imprint of war, he directly smashed hundreds of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers with one slap. From several spiritual imprints, Ye Qianqiu also realized the power of the war world. He felt that the war world was simply omnipotent, so although he was angry, he still wanted to pass on the war world to his martial arts.

The master slapped, and the palm began to explode from the center, and then instantly shattered hundreds of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, so it should be cohesive! After thinking for a long time, Ye Qianqiu came to such a conclusion. OK, practice cohesion first!" After clenching his fist, Ye Qianqiu made up his mind.

So, Ye Qianqiu tried to condense all his strength on the palm of his hand and practiced cracking the palm again and again. The palm touched the trunk again and again, and gradually dripping blood flowed from his small palm, but he turned a blind eye to it as if it hadn't happened. One palm after another, Ye Qianqiu's palms can no longer see the flesh color. Every time he patted his palm on the tree, he would leave a blood fingerprint, but when he saw all this, he thought: this cracked palm is not easy to practice!

In fact, the reason why he keeps sticking is that he wants to become stronger and as strong as the world, so that the people around him will not die. Children are always children. Although they have half-life experience, their thoughts are still not too complicated.

One day, two days, three days... After about five or six days, Ye Qianqiu finally slapped a big tree and cracked it. Looking at his hands full of blood, Ye Qianqiu smiled happily for no other reason, because he practiced the cracked palm, and his cultivation climbed to the peak of the nine heavens with the stimulation and help of the remaining aura of heaven and earth in his body. As long as he could attract a little aura of heaven and earth, he would break into the realm of imperial qi.

These days, he has been practicing day and night. When he was hungry, he ran to the city to buy some steamed buns and so on, and then solved the battle in a short time. Then he consolidated his cultivation and then began to practice again. There is a lot of experience in the spiritual imprint given to him by Zhan Tiandi, and he picked up the ready-made and learned a lot.

"It seems that you can't practice until you reach the realm of Yuqi. It's too profound. Let's talk about it later!" After consolidating his cultivation, Ye Qianqiu sat on the ground and said to himself. Looking up at the sky again, he thought: the strength of martial arts mainly depends on physical strength. What's the matter with the law? Forget it. Anyway, I have to go to the Taoist sect to steal books, and I will know then.

After standing up, Ye Qianqiu jumped directly to a big tree and found a solid place on the tree, where he leaned and fell asleep. No wonder he hasn't slept for several days, and he can't sleep any more.

After Ye Qianqiu fell asleep, the sunset finally put away the last afterglow, and night came quickly. It was quiet around, but occasionally there were a few low screams of beasts, and several stars shone brightly on the dark blue sky, flashing, as if blinking.

The forest where Ye Qianqiu is located, looking from afar, you can see the top of an indivisible treetop, shrouded in a layer of silver light, as if countless gems were placed there, emitting intoxicating brilliance.

Looking at the edge of the sky again, the golden light was looming, like illusion, and a bright moon gradually appeared. The moonlight became brighter and brighter, covering the light of the stars, and the golden light gradually brightened half of the sky. This magnificent scene is like a scene in mythology, but now it is displayed in front of the sleeping Ye Qianqiu.

Finally, a golden moon is now far away in the sky. Suddenly, the golden light and silver light are integrated, coating the branches with a layer of light, as if the tens of millions of trees are also emitting endless light. Ye Qianqiu finally woke up. When he saw this scene clearly, he almost fell from the tree.

The golden moon is shining more and more, and the dark earth has lit up again. The moonlight shines brightly on the earth, which looks so magnificent and mysterious. A few breezes blew, which made Ye Qianqiu feel very comfortable.

As soon as the nine steps came out, Ye Qianqiu stood on the top of the tree in the blink of an eye and took out a bamboo flute in his arms, intending to fall to the moon.

The sound of the flute gradually rises, which is intoxicating. This song is Ye Qianqiu's favorite, because he found that there is a word Qianqiu in the flute song given to him by Zhantiandi, so he is also the most familiar with it, and the name of this flute is called Qianqiuyue. Although no one else heard the song of Qianqiuyue in this forest, it filled the ears of the birds and beasts in the forest, but also made some beasts irritable, because the artistic conception of this song was relatively sad.

Bamboo flute stared at the sky and clouds with tears. Yes, Ye Qianqiu cried and cried silently, because when playing the flute, he remembered that today was the Mid-Autumn Festival and his partner who died for some reason. He has never wanted to think of the scene at that time, but now he can't help but see the desperate and helpless faces again, the children who died without their souls... This is an unbearable past, and for a child like him, he dares not dare to look back. Although he has seen dead people on weekdays, his good friends died one by one, but he had no choice. For him, it was unacceptable and did not dare to accept it.

At the end of the song, the figure dissipated, and the figure in the memory has dissipated. Everyone, when I have achieved my cultivation, I will definitely go back to Luoxia Town to find out the cause of death for you. If it is artificial, I will destroy its body and suppress its three souls and seven souls under Jiuyou!" Tears flashed in Ye Qianqiu's eyes. Why didn't he say it was himself? Because after contacting cultivation, he knew that the death of those people was caused by an irresistible force.

After calming down, Ye Qianqiu turned the bamboo flute and put it into his arms. However, suddenly, the aura of the surrounding world began to converge to him.

"What is this? Is it expected to break through to the realm of imperial spirit!" Ye Qianqiu was shocked and immediately jumped off the tree and sat cross-legged on the ground. The strong aura of heaven and earth comes from all directions, with Ye Qianqiu as the center, forming a reiki whirlpool. Slowly absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, the formula that Ye Qianqiu will learn from the spiritual imprint of the war between heaven and earth emerges in his mind: Qi leads to ten directions, and everything in heaven and earth turns me into one breath to control, and all qi returns to one is for all things. The vastness of ten thousand breaths returns to too empty, and the ten thousand gods are transformed into one breath...

If Zhan Tiandi was present at this time, he would definitely say, "Kid, are you crazy!?" Because he emphasized in his spiritual imprint that only after consolidating the cultivation of the realm of imperial qi can he condense his spirit. At this moment, Ye Qianqiu is actually condensing his spirit while breaking through to the realm of imperial spirit. Fortunately, if this practice succeeds, if it fails, the light ones will be useless, and the heavy ones will die on the spot.

The aura vortex of heaven and earth has not dissipated for a long time, making the birds and beasts in the woods tremble one by one. Looking at Ye Qianqiu, they still sit on the ground, meditate on the formula, and condense their spirit. If there is a cultivation in the realm of imperial qi at this time, he will feel that everything in heaven and earth is emitting a trace of origin, and those original qi are converging towards Ye Qianqiu.

After a while, Ye Qianqiu opened his eyes and emitted a golden light in his eyes. Then he saw his hands knotted and shouted, "The secret of Wanhua, the spirit of all things, condensed!"