Gu Qingshan emerged from the sea of ​​clouds.

At the end of his sight was a large stone.

This stone is so familiar.

This is the feeding garden.

Gu Qingshan’s current location has passed the location of Huanglong, and is very close to the mountains and rivers and palace communities.

He jumped up from under the clouds and turned into a shadow and flew towards the distant mountains.

After about half a stick of incense, I gradually saw the outline of a pavilion.

Guarding the mountain pavilion.

Qilin was sleeping in the pavilion.

An infinite power emanates from it.

To deal with Gu Qingshan, it only needs to take a look.

It is hard to imagine that this is just a remnant soul.

Gu Qingshan took out the jade plate given by the spirit turtle and held it in his hand.

Sure enough, this time when he approached the pavilion, Qilin did not look up, but just turned over and changed into a more comfortable position.

Gu Qingshan fell in the pavilion.

He clasped his fists and was about to speak, when the Qilin suddenly stretched out his claws and slapped the ground.

Thin silver threads emerged from the ground, forming countless mysterious runes.

The magic circle is formed.

The pavilion shone brightly.

Swish!

In an instant, light rose into the sky, wrapping Gu Qingshan disappeared.

...

A piece of darkness.

Gu Qingshan opened his eyes and looked around.

OK, the dark light man is not there.

This proves that he is at least not dead.

No wind.

The air is quiet and fragrant, and it seems that things like Ningshenxiang have been burned earlier.

A faint spiritual energy emerged from the ground and quietly spread to the entire space.

This is the spirit gathering array.

A long-lost feeling of relaxation.

The feeling brought by this environment is very similar to the cave of a monk.

Gu Qingshan stretched out one hand and pinched a trick at will.

The light of inspiration spread out from his fingers and illuminated the surroundings.

The futon made of spiritual silk is placed in the center of the room, next to it is a array plate and several white jade slips.

A spiritual spring flowed silently on the far side of the cave.

The jade couch is on the other side facing the spiritual spring.

Gu Qingshan withdrew his gaze and made up his judgment again.

This is indeed a monk's cave.

He suddenly realized something was wrong.

My cultivation seems to be a bit incredible.

Immediately, the hand gestures will start again.

The light of inspiration gathers to form a mirror.

Gu Qingshan looked at himself in the mirror and showed a surprised expression.

This is not your own face!

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching headache came, and Gu Qingshan almost rolled to the ground in pain.

The pain comes quickly and goes quickly.

In the meantime, all the pain disappeared, as if it had never happened.

Gu Qingshan found that there was a piece of information in his mind.

Shen Yang.

Martial arts monk.

Huangyuntian Palace, the head disciple, ranks third.

From the beginning, we have unleashed the peerless talent in martial arts, which amazed everyone.

He kept thinking about martial arts day and night, thinking about it when eating, thinking about it when sleeping, and staying in the martial arts practice field for several days, and he would not rest until he was exhausted.

Such obsession with martial arts is also called "martial arts fanatic".

Shen Yang finally passed the layers of tests and became the most outstanding martial arts seed of the younger generation of the sect.

He worshipped himself in the name of the Lord of the Palace of the Wilderness and Heavenly Palace and became a disciple of the Closed Sect.

At this point, the name of "Martial Artsman" has resounded all over the world.

In Gu Qingshan's mind, information about Shen Yang emerged one after another.

But this information is just the most important things in Shen Yang's life and the people he has contacted the most.

As for some tedious and meticulous daily events, they are also completely presented to Gu Qingshan's heart.

Even all kinds of insights into martial arts cultivation are complete.

With this memory of Chen Yang, Gu Qingshan even had the same super-high martial arts experience and skills as Chen Yang.

If he could return at this time, I am afraid that this memory would become his precious wealth.

But the most important thing now is how to pass the test.

If you cannot pass the test, you cannot enter the Heavenly Palace.

Gu Qingshan was thinking about his situation, and a gentle light of inspiration suddenly flashed in the void.

Gu Qingshan looked at the inspiration and a message emerged from his memory.

He immediately understood.

This is someone visiting.

Gu Qingshan took a deep breath and relaxed his facial expression.

From now on, I will play the role of Chen Yang.

There must be no flaws.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Gu Qingshan calmed down, stretched out his hand, and pinched a magic trick according to Chen Yang's memory.

The spiritual light suddenly turned into a portal and opened in front of Gu Qingshan.

A man with a sword in his arms walked in through the door.

The man said, "Junior brother, Master urgently summon us."

According to Chen Yang's memory, Gu Qingshan asked with confusion: "Senior Brother, hasn't Master been to attend this year's Gods Banquet?"

Yes, the man in front of him is the eldest disciple of the sect, the sword cultivator Zhao Kuan.

Gu Qingshan looked at him and felt a little regretful that he had not got his memory.

The sword cultivation skills of ancient times are exciting to think about.

Zhao Kuan said: "I don't know, it seems something happened. Master asked us to go quickly."

"Okay." Gu Qingshan said immediately.

He followed Zhao Kuan out of the cave and flew to the peak of the Huangyuntian Palace together.

While flying, Gu Qingshan couldn't help looking down from the sky.

I saw the entire mountain range was full of light, and the monks were riding the wind, with excitement and calm expressions on their faces.
To be continued...