Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan said, "Why don't you give it to me after deciphering it all?"

Wu Qiyue whispered, "I don't know much about some places. I'm afraid I might mislead Brother Qingxuan, so I'll give it to you first."

Yang Qingxuan's heart moved, his intuition made him feel that something was wrong, and he suddenly said, "Are you going to leave?"

Wu Qiyue's body trembled, and she smiled and said, "What nonsense?"

Yang Qingxuan stared at her earnestly, and said, "I think you have been avoiding something, can you tell me?"

Wu Qiyue looked embarrassed and begged: "Brother Qingxuan, don't ask, okay? If one day I think it is possible, I will tell you."

Yang Qingxuan sighed: "Is it because my strength is not enough?"

Wu Qiyue stretched out her two fingers, pressed his lips, shook her head gently, and said, "Of course not, it's my own reason. Don't think about it."

Yang Qingxuan couldn't bear to embarrass her, nodded, and said, "If you think it's suitable any day, let me know."

"Well, I definitely will."

Wu Qiyue smiled, but smiled reluctantly and sadly.

Yang Qingxuan wanted to say something, but Wu Qiyue had already turned around and drifted away. Only the silk book was left on the table.

Yang Qingxuan was a little sad, this mysterious girl didn't know what was carrying in her heart, but she was powerless.

"Power, power!"

Yang Qingxuan clenched his fingers tightly, his face was full of determination.

"Hehe, what you have in your heart is right."

Hua Jieyu suddenly said, "The reason she doesn't want to tell you something is because your strength is too scumbag."

Yang Qingxuan's face sank, and he said coldly: "Of course I know that there is no power in this world that is respected by the strong. It's just that you don't have to say it so bluntly, can you give me some face?"

"Oh, do you still need face? Don't you know that scum has no face?" Hua Jieyu said playfully.

Yang Qingxuan was stunned, trying to get angry, but this made sense, and he didn't know how to get angry, so he could only sigh.

After a long time, I asked, "Do you have any quick way to improve your strength?"

Hua Jieyu said indifferently: "No. Strength is achieved step by step. Anyone who wants to increase strength quickly is already on the wrong path."

Yang Qingxuan was shocked. He didn't understand this truth. He sank his heart and removed the feeling of anxiety, took the silk book Wu Qiyue had left on the table and read it carefully.

The handwriting on that silk book is as beautiful and handsome as a human being. It has a thorough analysis of the characters of the Huang Clan, and all kinds of ambiguities are marked with thoughts and opinions in great detail.

After Yang Qingxuan finished reading, he had an overall understanding of the two classics.

Both Sutras are talking about something called "Huang Qi", and the cultivation of this Huang Clan revolves around this power, just like the true Qi of the Human Clan.

And some of the indescribable magic techniques in it must also be used with the help of Huang Qi.

"It's no wonder that the magical powers of these two scriptures have been lost. It turned out to be completely different from the cultivation of refining soul condensing. It is tantamount to a different path. If you want to cultivate this wild qi, misfortune is unpredictable, and slowly no one cares."

Yang Qingxuan guessed the reason at once. There are still dozens of ambiguities in it that have not been resolved, and he is not in a hurry to practice. After all, he is too greedy to chew.

Moreover, this Huangqi is a brand-new cultivation method. Tian Cong Academy has been standing in the mainland for thousands of years. There are so many amazing and brilliant figures who have not cultivated. He will not be arrogant and feel that he is stronger than his predecessors.

At the moment, he put away the two scriptures and went out.

The teacher guarding the door was convulsed and asked: "Are you awake? Master dean has come to visit many times. Waiting for you for a long time, please come with me."

Yang Qingxuan clasped his fists and left with the teacher.

Soon, the teacher took him to a side hall. The inside was not big, but it was very spacious and transparent. He said, "Master dean ordered. If you wake up, you will take him directly here. I will now notify the dean. , You wait a moment."

Yang Qingxuan clasped his fist and said, "I have work."

The teacher nodded slightly and went straight away.

Yang Qingxuan looked around, sat cross-legged, and started practicing.

About the time of a stick of incense, I heard footsteps. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Master Jin in the hall, looking at him with a smile, and said: "I finally woke up and are waiting for you."

Yang Qingxuan said strangely: "Wait for me?"

"It's just waiting for you. If you can't wait any longer, you may be wrong."

Another voice came. In front of the main hall stood a wonderful girl with a purple jacket and flower skirt, as beautiful as a peach and plum. It was Yin Yao.

When Yang Qingxuan saw these two people, he immediately guessed a few points and said, "Compared with the five nations?"

Young Master Jin nodded and said, "Exactly, you are in a coma, which makes the Dean anxious."

Yang Qingxuan smiled and said: "The strong of Tian Cong Academy is like a cloud. I don't have more if I am more, and I am a lot less, so what's the rush."

"Humph."

A cold snort came, and the figure in the hall flashed, and Fu Zhuo appeared out of thin air, looking at him coldly, and said: "I think so too."

Yang Qingxuan smiled faintly. He didn't know why there was such a strong hostility in Fu Zhuo, but in his eyes, these people were just children.

Children naturally have a child's temper, not to mention that everyone is a genius, he doesn't care about it, just smiles back.

But Fu Zhuo obviously didn't appreciate him, and he still sneered with his mouth.

"Yang Qingxuan, you finally woke up, worried about the old man, haha!"

The unleavened voice came from outside the hall, and when the last laugh came out, people had already fallen in the hall.

There were three others who came along, namely Wu Hao, King Jin, and Lu Yifan.

King Jin was also full of joy, and Lu Yifan greeted everyone one by one in a friendly manner.

Yang Qingxuan stood up, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, the dean and King Jin for your concern, and everyone is worried."

"Good, good!"

With a ray of light in Qing Buli's eyes, he exclaimed: "Dzogchen! You have finally stepped into Dzogchen, and it is the realm of Zhenwu and Jade Bone!"

As soon as this remark came out, Master Jin and the others all changed their faces suddenly, showing shock.

Fu Zhuo's eyes shrank even more, and the light flashed in his eye sockets, as if thinking in his heart.

Yang Qingxuan's aura is introverted, like ordinary people, making people unable to see the depth.

Previously, Master Jin and the others felt strange, thinking that he had practiced the technique of inner breath and had hidden his own cultivation base. He had already stepped into Dzogchen, and was on the same level as himself and others, so it's no wonder that he couldn't see it.

King Jin also said with satisfaction: "This time the five-nation competition is more certain of winning."

Yang Qingxuan said, "The King of Jin has made a serious statement, so it's enough not to hold back."

Fu Zhuo was quite dissatisfied, holding his hands in front of him, and snorted coldly.

Qing Buli saw all the people in their eyes, stroked their beards, and said calmly: "To call you here today is to discuss the matter of the five nations."