Early morning.

Somewhere in the Bamboo Garden.

After the panda broke a bamboo shoot, it placed it in its mouth and chewed it.

It eats quickly, and in ten seconds eats a bamboo shoot, like a hungry ghost reborn.Then, it broke the second bamboo shoot, the third bamboo shoot...

Yan Qingyang saw the speed of the panda eating bamboo shoots, and suddenly he was worried.

“You’re not going to be gnawed by the Giants, are you?”

At this time, he looked at the yellow cat, and the yellow cat hesitated and nodded his head slightly.

Yan Qingyang could not help but pat the head, the bamboo garden was not eaten, he did not know, but knew that the whole bamboo garden would be ruined by the giant.

“Just a few bamboos.”

He sighed and came to the tea stop, and after drinking a cup of tea with his cat brother, he immediately used the "dust removal technique".

After a few attempts, he was finally able to use the dust repellent technique.

When he used the dust repellent, a layer of blue light like water ripples, he flowed around him.

Under the blue light wave, small debris such as dust can be seen, and it is flowing with blue light.

Like being washed with water.

He squatted down and touched the floor, and found that the floor was spotless and extremely clean.

Moreover, under this blue light like water ripples, there is no dead end at all, unless it is a sealed space.

“It’s a home-cruly tool.”

He was surprised, and then he wondered where the dust had gone.

At this time, he walked out of the tea pavilion and found traces of dust not far away, which had been pushed out.

“Fly, you have tea by yourself.”

Yan Qingyang said to the yellow cat, went to a quiet bamboo forest, and began to try the "thirteen punches."

“Aunt.”

He punched, but there was no response.

However, when he looked at the Shinto imprint in his mind, he paused slightly.

“Well, what’s going on?”Yan Qinghe was surprised, as if he had not yet learned, and needed to cultivate himself.

After looking at it for a while, he sat down and felt the seal of the Divine.

He closed his eyes and looked at the sign of God.

However, he only saw the seal of Shinto, and nothing else, and found no thirteen punches.

His eyebrows wrinkled.

The previous "empty objects", "ghostless" and "dust removal", but this is not the case.

He only needs to practice, and then he can use it when he is familiar with it, as if he has learned after eating these special dishes.

But this dish seems to have suddenly become hellish...

Yan Qinghe spit out his breath, and tried to meditate, close his eyes and then "see" the divine mark in his mind.

Time has passed a little.

After trying several times, it did not seem to open the seal of God.

I don't know when, he was in a trance, as if he saw a huge mountain, and suddenly realized that he had finally entered the seal of God's Word.

Only when consciousness enters the Shinto seal can he learn thirteen punches.

When his consciousness falls on a broken cliff in the mountains, he feels that the sky is close and the stars can be picked, so that his heart is afraid.

At this time, the sky was surprised and looked around, but saw the mountains ups and downs, the sky was reckless, the rivers on the ground were as wisted as silk, and the deserted plains were as long as they were, and they had a full view.Let him truly enjoy the majestic atmosphere of the mountains, and enjoy the magic of the sky, like the clouds.

“Oh . . . .

However, Yan Qingyong's consciousness frolicked, which did not look like 13 punches.

Your consciousness is only to enter the Shinto seal, and to see things like the punching or punching method of the 13 punches.

How do you see a great mountain?

Are the 13 punches hidden in the mountains?

The glare thought.

Suddenly, the sight of a sudden change in front of him appeared a huge stone monument.

However, there are no words on the stone, and it is blank.

Yan Qinghe turned around the stone monument, and did not find anything, there was some doubt, what is going on?

And then the sight of me didn’t change again.

“Are the thirteen punches hidden on the stone?”Yan Qinghe stared at the stone monument and guessed, when he carefully observed and felt, as if he felt the ancient breath of the years.

“The old smell?”

He did not feel wrong, and indeed felt an ancient breath from the stone.Then he went up and down, looked up and down, still unable to see anything from the stone.

However, he is almost certain that the "Thirteen Fist" is hidden on the stone.

The fainting –

What is this?

At this time, Yan Qinghua was a little stunned, and it was not possible to learn directly by eating special dishes?

What is the situation now?

After a moment, he did not think of anything else, but looked at the stone monument and removed all thoughts.

The consciousness of Yan Qinghe, sitting quietly in front of the stone monument, is as motionless as a wood carving.

Thinking hard.

However, as time passed, he still could not see what was coming.

“Is my understanding so bad?”

Yan Qingyang frowned, and then carefully observed the feeling, "It seems that in the breath of the years, what to feel or capture something..."

"It seems to feel something, it seems that nothing feels, only the breath of the ancient years flowing, the eternal change..."

"Thirteen punches, hidden in the breath of the years..."

“The smell of years...”

“The years...”

“How do you catch the breath of the years?”

Yan Qingyang seemed to understand that the "Thirteen Fist" was hidden in the breath of the years on the stone.

All he has to do is capture the breath of those years.

Then, according to this breath, back to that old period...

In front of the stone, the time seems to be the same, it seems that the moment is thousands of years, he does not know how long.

I don't know when, his eyes suddenly became confused, he couldn't see everything in front of him, and it seemed that the whole world became blurred.

With the passage of time, Yan Qinghe found himself in front of his eyes and became a dark nothingness.

In this nothingness, there is a white thread.

In this thread, there is a special breath, it is the breath of the years.

One end of the silk thread is entangled in the body of Yan Qingyue, and the other end reaches into the distant nothingness, and there is no end in sight.

He was surprised, and he reached out and grabbed it.

“Is that the smell of the years?”

Yan Qinghe was stunned, and then understood, with a strange face: "As long as I have been walking along the silk thread, I can go back to that old period?"

At this time, the silk thread ran quickly, but the silk thread did not seem to have an end.

In that darkness, Yan Qinghe ran wild along the white silk thread, as if before returning to time.

These pictures are scenes that have already happened, yesterday, the day before yesterday, ten days ago, and then a month ago...

As fast as it is, it recedes quickly.

“Is this time back?”

He exclaimed, unable to think of returning to that ancient capital in this way.