208. Fragments Thrown From the Sky

In Yan Zhaoge's mind, many thoughts came to mind for a while, one after another.

He narrowed his eyes a little, calmed down, his eyes were calm and unwavering, only revealing his yearning and longing for the supreme secret of this sect as a disciple of the younger generation.

Yan Zhaoge looked at Xin Dongping, Xin Dongping nodded indifferently, so Yan Zhaoge walked towards the brilliance that appeared as a phantom, and stepped into it.

The light and shadow of the scroll suddenly flowed down, covering Yan Zhaoge.

A lot of words appeared in Yan Zhaoge's mind, which was the content of the second half of Taiqing Qigong.

Although there are some shadows of the Taiqing lineage before the Great Destruction, since Kai Tianweng Qiu Yuan, after the contemplation and perfection of the masters of Guangcheng Mountain, Taiqing Qigong itself has its own unique and mysterious features, which can be regarded as a part of Excellent martial arts collection.

Yan Zhaoge compared it with the shrine collection that he had browsed, and gained a lot.

However, these can be slowly pondered later. What Yan Zhaoge pays most attention to at this moment is that when he comes into contact with the secret of Taiqing Qigong, his consciousness seems to travel through time and space, and the scene from many years ago is reproduced before his eyes.

Infinite disasters and calamities are happening, the sky is turned upside down, like the end of the day.

A stream of light descended from the sky, breaking through the sky, tearing apart the endless void, descending into the Eight Great Worlds, and falling between a mountain range.

On one of the peaks, a mysterious and slender trace was left.

I don't know how many years have passed since then, one day, someone passed by here, watched the traces, felt something, noticed the mystery, and sat in front of the mountain for many days, trying to figure out the artistic conception.

Yan Zhaoge looked at the face of that person, and could recognize that it was the founder of the sect, Qiu Yuan.

In this scene, the divine light fell to the ground, leaving a trace. Qiu Yuan was enlightened in the face of the wall, and gradually summarized the process of creating Taiqing Qigong.

Shenguang, perhaps the power of a strong shrine. The aftermath caused may be after the shrine was destroyed. The wreckage fell.

When Yan Zhaoge got closer to the light and shadow of the printing pad, his eyes suddenly darkened, as if the sky and the earth were collapsing.

By pondering the faint traces left in this printing pad, Yan Zhaoge suddenly felt awe-inspiring, and as the images in his mind changed, he seemed to vaguely see fragments of something traveling through time and space. Dropped from the sky and fell into the eight great worlds.

Qiu Yuan got this thing,

Based on this, Guangcheng Tianzhang was created.

Although the image was brief, Yan Zhaoge could feel the throbbing of his heart, and it was very important to know the pieces of that thing.

Yan Zhaoge looked at it carefully, and the fragment fell, rising from the open void, and a figure could be vaguely seen.

The debris does not appear to have fallen unintentionally. It was thrown down on purpose by this person.

It's a pity that this simple idea left a mark, and it stopped until Qiu Yuanyuan created the Guangcheng Tianzhang.

Yan Zhaoge was slightly annoyed.

After calming down a bit. Yan Zhaoge pondered: "I haven't heard anyone mention this fragment. Was it lost in the early years, or is it so important that only the most important members of the sect understand the situation, or even passed it down from generation to generation?"

Yan Zhaoge let out a long sigh of turbidity and calmed down: "The confusion has not been resolved, the questions have become more and more, but there are also more clues and directions."

Bury the doubts that cannot be solved for the time being. Yan Zhaoge began to comprehend the secrets of the Guangcheng Heavenly Palm carefully.

For some reason, Yan Zhaoge understood this unique skill. It is even more handy than the previous Taiqing Qigong.

When everything is over. Yan Zhaoge slowly opened his eyes and greeted Xin Dongping, "There is an uncle Lao."

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 walked out of the arsenal, and Ah Hu and Panpan were already waiting outside the door. Seeing Yan Zhaoge coming out, he smiled naively, "Young Master, you solved it?"

"It's just swallowing the dates whole, 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 plush ball.

The current Panpan was about the same size as the giant panda that Yan Zhaoge remembered. Although it was still a little bigger, at least it wasn't the same as before, like an elephant charging forward.

Back at the residence, Yan Zhaoge practiced with peace of mind.

One day, as he walked out the door facing the morning sun, Yan Zhaoge suddenly moved in his heart, calculated the day in silence, and walked out.

Ah Hu followed him and asked curiously, "Young Master, where are you going?"

Yan Zhaoge sighed, "I'm going to look for Uncle Shi. Today is Senior Brother Shi's death anniversary, so I'll go to the incense stick too."

Ah Hu blinked and realized what was going on. He didn't say a word, and followed behind Yan Zhaoge.

Walking all the way through the mountains, Yan Zhaoge climbed up a small hill, and sure enough, he saw two people standing there.

A tall and mighty man is the master Bo Shitie.

Behind him, Xu Fei was standing.

Xu Fei looked solemn. Seeing Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu coming, he nodded lightly, completely unlike the relaxed and unrestrained smile on his face in the past.

Shi Tie turned his head and looked over: "Zhao Ge is here? Have a heart."

Yan Zhaoge and Shi Tie greeted him: "Master, my condolences."

Shi Tie's face was calm, as usual: "I'm fine."

He turned his head and moved forward again, and his eyes fell on a tomb. Although it was simple, the surroundings were very clean and there were no weeds.

In front of the tomb stands a tombstone with the words "The Tomb of Aiko Shi Songtao".

On both sides of this tomb, there are also two tombs.

Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu were both silent. There were also monuments erected in front of the two tombs, indicating the identity of the owners, who belonged to Shi Tie's daughter-in-law and grandson respectively.

The three tombs are actually all tombs of clothing and crowns, but this is even more confusing, because three members of Shi Songtao's family were killed, and even the bones could not be recovered.

Yan Zhaoge and the others stood silently behind Shi Tie, and it was always a great sadness for the white-haired man to send the black-haired man.

Looking at Shi Songtao's name, Yan Zhaoge's mind came to the figure of a handsome young man. His 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 personally come into contact with this Senior Brother Shi, and his understanding of him stemmed from the memory of the original owner of his body.

Shi Songtao was a bit older than Xu Fei. When he was famous in the world of the Eight Great Pillars and was known as the new generation of Heaven's Chosen in Guangcheng Mountain, Yan Zhaoge was still a child and had just started to practice martial arts.

Compared with the upright and serious Shi Tie, Shi Songtao is more gentle, but both father and son are equally enthusiastic.

Both Xu Fei and Yan Zhaoge, when they were teenagers, were both guided and cared for by this older senior brother.

At that time, Shi Songtao was also a high-spirited young genius, and he married his lover and gave birth to a son early, which was extremely happy.

Even Shi Tie enjoyed the happiness of his family in those few years, and usually had a lot of smiles on his face.

But unfortunately, all this is now in the past.

The stone iron stood there, and the whole person was like a statue, which seemed to have been standing in the same place for thousands of years. (To be continued.)

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