The sky was Yang, and the earth was Yin. Yang was above and Yin was below. And at the end of the Great Snow Mountain, a volcano rose from the ground, pointing straight to the sky. The mountain spewed magma and was abnormally hot. Because of the unusual weather on the Great Snow Mountain, wind and snow blew all year round, causing the Yin and Yang here to be reversed. It became an abnormal place where the earth was Yang and the sky was Yin. And as Fang Xing stood in this place where Yin and Yang were reversed, his thoughts flew.
He did not force himself to cultivate again. Instead, he returned to the mouth of the volcano and set up the array. He sat cross-legged and meditated.
The Dao was real, and the Dao was not illusory.
If he wanted to understand the principle of the reversal of Yin and Yang, there was probably no more suitable place than this.
The wind and snow covered the volcano, and the Yin and Yang of the world rotated.
In this strange place, Fang Xing strangely calmed his temper and began to meditate like never before.
Now, he only needed to understand the changes between Yin and Yang of the world, and he would have the principle to cultivate the Yin Yang Millstone.
Time passed minute by minute, second by second, hour by day. He sat still like a black rock at the mouth of a volcano.
This place was covered in dark clouds all year round. There were no stars or moon, but there were changes in light and darkness. But no matter how it changed, Fang Xing did not feel it.
Just like this, the days passed. In the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed. But in the distance, a little girl in red came. She was about thirteen or fourteen years old, and her face was as white as porcelain. She carried a long zither on her back and came on a silver shuttle. She carried a jade talisman in her hand, and from time to time, she would look around. She came directly to the mouth of the volcano and jumped off the silver shuttle.
"Brother Little Nine should be here. Why is he not here?"
The little girl muttered and raised her head to look around.
Naturally, she was Ying Qiaoqiao. Because her cultivation progress had exceeded Elder Hu Qin's expectations, she was supposed to come out of seclusion 12 days ago, but she extended her seclusion to five days ago. She only came out of Dao Comprehension Courtyard five days ago.
But the Mysterious Sound Courtyard disciple that Fang Xing had asked to pass on the jade talisman did not take this matter to heart and did not remember to pass on the jade talisman. Later, Ying Qiaoqiao prepared to go to Wanluo Courtyard to visit Fang Xing. Seeing that Fang Xing had been gone for more than half a month, she panicked and wanted to find him. Only then did the disciple remember the bandit that had been looking for Ying Qiaoqiao half a month ago, and passed on the jade talisman.
After receiving the jade talisman, Ying Qiaoqiao hurried over to search and arrived at this time.
Not long after, Ying Qiaoqiao found a formation behind a black rock according to the reaction of the jade talisman. She knew that Fang Xing must be in the formation. Just as she was about to go over, she suddenly stopped and held her breath. She thought to herself, "This is a formation to prevent others from disturbing him. Moreover, Brother Little Nine's aura is calm and his thoughts are restrained. He seems to be comprehending Dao. I cannot disturb him …"
Seeing this scene, Ying Qiaoqiao hurriedly withdrew her hand and even restrained her own aura.
She was not old, but she had some experience. She knew the gravity of the situation and sat down patiently.
"Brother Little Nine must be looking for me for something important. I have to wait here for him to wake up!"
Of course, if she knew the reason why Fang Xing was looking for her, who knew if she would run away in fear.
After sitting quietly for a day and a night, Fang Xing still did not wake up. Ying Qiaoqiao began to think, "The Ice Soul Mysterious Melody that Master taught me can calm the mind and help people to comprehend Dao. I have never played it for others. It's just right for Brother Little Nine to listen to …"
As she thought of this, she took down the Dragon String Zither and placed it across her knees. After pondering for half an hour, her slender fingers stroked the zither.
The calm and stagnant sound of the zither sounded softly. It merged with the wind and snow and the sound of the magma surging under the volcano. It was like a thin thread that strung all the sounds between heaven and earth together. Gradually, there seemed to be a pattern of its own in this part of the world. The sky and the volcano were connected by the sound of the zither. The young man and the young woman were connected by threads of love …
It was also at this time that Fang Xing, who was meditating and comprehending Dao, gradually understood his thoughts. A trace of a smile appeared on his calm face.
In this strange environment, Fang Xing's thoughts suddenly became clear and he understood the principles of Yin and Yang.
The wedge between Heaven and Earth, the link between Yin and Yang, was finally mended.
The sound of the zither continued. Fang Xing, who had been meditating with his eyes closed for more than half a month, suddenly opened his eyes.
He pointed one hand to the ground and the other to the sky. He shouted loudly, "Yin and Yang reverse …"
Then he put his hands together and made a grinding motion, "Great Grinding Mill of Heaven and Earth …"
Boom!
At this time, his movements were mysterious and difficult to understand. It was very simple, but it seemed to contain some kind of general trend between heaven and earth. As his hands moved, the endless wind and snow in the sky and the terrifying magma in the volcano were attracted by him. The Yin fell and the Yang rose. The wind and snow gathered into a ball, and the magma leaped up like a ball. They met in mid-air and slowly rotated in the opposite direction, rolling like a giant millstone, with the intention of grinding everything in the world.
The giant grindstone spun for a while. Then, Fang Xing laughed and retracted his divine art. The wind and snow suddenly dispersed, and the magma fell to the ground with a rumble. Sparks flew hundreds of feet high, and it seemed as if the heavens and the earth would collapse. Fang Xing stood in front of the magma, laughing loudly.
Even in the face of the great power of heaven and earth, Ying Qiaoqiao's expression did not change. She calmly played the zither.
Because in front of the splashing magma and her, Fang Xing stood there, and she felt very safe.
The wind and snow, the volcano, the slender young man with a strong aura, and the charming girl playing the zither. This scene was unusually beautiful …
However, this scene was quickly destroyed by Fang Xing, who turned his head. When he saw Ying Qiaoqiao, he could not help but feel happy. He came over and said, "Girl, what are you playing? It's boring. Do you know how to play the Eighteen Touches? "
Ying Qiaoqiao was speechless. She looked at Fang Xing angrily.
"Brother Xiao Jiu, your aesthetic standards are really too low …"
Fang Xing rolled his eyes and said, "It's because your standards are not good enough. Back in my hometown, there was a girl from the Coming Spring House who played the Eighteen Touches. All the men on the three streets nearby ran to her building to listen. That was a good song …"
Ying Qiaoqiao was slightly stunned. "What kind of place is the Coming Spring House?"
Fang Xing said, "It's a place for singing and playing the flute. Any one of them can play much better than you!"
Ying Qiaoqiao looked forward to it and said, "Is it a sacred place like the Ice Tune Palace? I'd like to see it if I have the chance! "
Fang Xing put his arm around her shoulder and sat down. He said, "If there's a chance, I'll take you around …"
Ying Qiaoqiao blushed as he hugged her shoulders. She mumbled, "What's the matter? Did you call me out for something?"
Fang Xing said, "I wanted to discuss something with you!"
Ying Qiaoqiao smiled and said, "What do you want to discuss with me? Just say it!"
Fang Xing said, "That's what I was thinking too. But there's no need for that now. I've already understood the principles of Yin and Yang!"
Ying Qiaoqiao smiled and sat beside Fang Xing. Being embraced by him, her heart softened and she didn't want to think about anything. She didn't ask what it was or what the reason was. She just casually thought about it and casually said, "What spell did you use just now? It seemed really powerful. Even Elder Moye didn't seem to be able to compare to you …" In her heart, she thought that Brother Little Nine was really too handsome.
Fang Xing said proudly, "That's right. It's a remarkable power that I've recently cultivated!"
Ying Qiaoqiao grunted and suddenly said, "By the way, Brother Little Jiu, did the Myriad Sieve Courtyard …"
Speaking up to here, she bit her lips and looked up at Fang Xing.
It turned out that when she went to the Wanluo Courtyard to inquire about information, she learned from Leng Ziyan that Fang Xing had already left the Wanluo Courtyard. He even hinted to her that Fang Xing left because his aptitude wasn't good enough and was abandoned by the Wanluo Old Ancestor. Therefore, she was very anxious and wanted to discuss with him. No matter what, if she went to her master, she might be able to accept him into the Mysterious Sound Courtyard.
Fang Xing understood what she meant and laughed, "I've already successfully built my foundation. Why should I be afraid of them?"
Ying Qiaoqiao was shocked. She faintly recalled that the Yin Yang Grindstone technique he used just now was not something that a Spiritual Movement Realm could use. She hurriedly asked for details. Fang Xing naturally wouldn't answer her. He only said that the Wanluo Old Ancestor helped him increase his cultivation and gave him a Foundation Building Pill. He made an agreement with him that he would only return after he had cultivated this remarkable power.
Normally, when Ying Qiaoqiao saw Fang Xing advancing so quickly, she would be a bit puzzled. However, after she became a disciple of the Huqin Old Ancestor, she used a jade talisman to transmit her voice to Ying Shihou, who was in the Bo Hai Country. Ying Shihou thought that the Huqin Old Ancestor was asking, so he stuttered and made up a rather bizarre story for Fang Xing.
In Ying Qiaoqiao's heart, Fang Xing was the disciple of Ying Shihou's old friend. He carried a blood feud and in order to avoid his enemies, he was arranged to do odd jobs in the Hundred Beasts Sect. In order to deceive others, he had many secrets. This time, he followed Ying Qiaoqiao into the depths of the Snowy Mountain in order to find an opportunity. This explanation also explained some of Ying Qiaoqiao's doubts.
"Brother Little Nine, what do you plan to do now?"
"I've already understood this principle. Naturally, I have to cultivate this Divine Sense in one go!"
"Well, I'll stay here with you!"
"It's so cold, why would you accompany me?"
"I … I just like to play the zither for you when you're cultivating. I want to play it for you for the rest of my life …"
Ying Qiaoqiao, who had plucked up the courage to speak her mind through playing the zither, blushed to the ears.
Fang Xing heard her and laughed, "This song is really something. It can help people communicate with heaven and earth. However, it's useless to listen to it when you're cultivating. If you can play it for me when I'm killing people, it'll definitely be like a divine help!"
Ying Qiaoqiao looked at him and said, "As long as you like it, I'll play it for you when you're killing people!"
"Good girl!"
Fang Xing patted Ying Qiaoqiao's head and looked at her with some regret. He said, "If only I could play the zither …"
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