There is an inn in the sky

Chapter 160: Go Back in Time?

early morning.

Somewhere in the bamboo forest in the bamboo garden.

After the panda broke off a bamboo shoot, he put it in his mouth and started chewing.

It eats very fast, eating a bamboo shoot in ten seconds, like a hungry ghost reincarnated.Then, it broke off the second bamboo shoot, and the third bamboo shoot...

When Yan Qingkong saw the speed at which the pandas were eating bamboo shoots, he immediately became a little worried.

"Won't be eaten up by giants?"

At this time, he glanced at the yellow cat, and the yellow cat hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Yan Qingkong couldn't help but patted his head. He didn't know if the bamboo garden would be eaten up, but he knew that the whole bamboo garden would definitely be ruined by the giants.

"Forget it, just a few bamboos."

He sighed and came to the tea stop. After drinking tea with Brother Cat for a while, he immediately used the "Dust Removal Technique".

After several attempts, he was finally able to use the Dust Repelling Technique.

When he used the dust-dispelling technique, a layer of faint blue light waves like water ripples flowed around him around him.

But under the blue light wave, it can be seen that fine debris such as dust is flowing away with the blue light.

Like being washed by 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 angle at all, unless it is a sealed space.

"Tsk tsk, it really is a home weapon."

Yan Qingkong exclaimed, and then became a little curious, where did the dust go.

At this time, he walked out of the tea pavilion and found that there were traces of dust not far away, it was just pushed out.

"Fei Wu, drink tea by yourself."

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

"Snapped."

He punched suddenly, but there was no response.

However, when he checked the imprint of the divine way in his mind, he was slightly taken aback.

"Hey, what's going on here?" Yan Qingkong was a little surprised, as if he hadn't learned it yet and needed to practice it by himself.

After checking for a while, he sat down cross-legged, feeling the imprint of Shinto carefully.

He closed his eyes and looked at the Shinto mark with his heart.

However, he only saw the mark of the divine way, and nothing else, and he didn't find any thirteen punches.

He frowned.

This is not the case with the previous "fetching objects from space", "appearing and disappearing" and "repelling dust".

He just needs to practice, and he can use it after he is familiar with it. It seems that he has learned it as long as he eats these special dishes.

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

Yan Qingkong let out a breath, and then tried to concentrate, and closed his eyes before "seeing" the imprint of the divine way in his mind.

Time passed little by little.

After Yan Qingkong tried several times, he didn't seem to be able to open the mark of the divine way.

At some point, in a trance, he seemed to see an incomparably majestic mountain, and he suddenly realized that he had finally entered the mark of the divine way.

Only when his consciousness enters the mark of Shinto can he learn the thirteen punches.

When his consciousness landed on a cliff in the mountain, he suddenly felt that the sky was close at hand, and the stars could be picked, which made him feel awe in his heart.

At this time, Yan Qingkong raised his eyes in surprise and looked around, only to see the undulating mountains, the vastness, the rivers on the ground like strands of silk, and the desert plains like silk and cotton, with a panoramic view.Let him really appreciate the majestic and majestic grandeur of the mountains, and enjoy the magic like walking on the clouds.

"Uh……"

However, Yan Qingkong's consciousness froze for a moment, this didn't look like thirteen punches at all.

My own consciousness just entered the imprint of Shinto, and I saw something like the thirteen boxing manual or boxing method.

But how did you see a majestic mountain?
Could it be that the thirteen fists are hidden in the mountains?
Yan Qingkong thought in surprise.

Suddenly, the scene in front of him changed, and a huge stone tablet appeared.

However, there was no writing on the stele, it was blank.

Yan Qingkong walked around the stele, but found nothing, so he became a little puzzled, what is going on?

And then, the scene in front of him didn't change.

"Could it be that the thirteen fists are hidden on the stone tablet?" Yan Qingkong stared at the stone tablet and guessed. When he carefully observed and felt it, he seemed to feel an ancient breath of time.

"Ancient breath?"

Yan Qingkong didn't feel wrong, he did feel an ancient breath from the stone tablet.Then, he went up and down, looked and looked, but still couldn't see anything from the stele.

However, he was almost certain that the "Thirteen Punches" were hidden on the stele.

gosh--

What's happening here?
At this time, Yan Qingkong was a little stunned, couldn't he learn it directly after eating special dishes?
So what's the situation now?
After a while, he didn't think about anything else, but stared at the stone tablet, getting rid of all distracting thoughts.

Yan Qingkong's consciousness sat quietly cross-legged in front of the stele, motionless like a wood carving and clay sculpture

Thinking hard.

However, as time passed, he still couldn't see any clues.

"Is my comprehension so bad?"

Yan Qingkong frowned and said, and then began to observe carefully, "It seems to want to feel or capture something in the breath of time...

"It seems to feel something, it seems to feel nothing, only the ancient breath of time flowing, which has never changed..."

"The thirteen punches are hidden in the breath of time..."

"The breath of time..."

"years……"

"So, how to capture the breath of time?"

Yan Qingkong seemed to understand that the "thirteen punches" were hidden in the breath of time on the stone tablet.

And what he has to do now is to capture that breath of time.

Then, according to this breath, go back to that period of ancient years...

In front of the stele, time seemed to remain the same forever, like tens of thousands of years in an instant, and he didn't know how long it had passed.

At some point, his vision suddenly became blurred, and he couldn't see everything in front of him clearly, as if the whole world had become blurred.

As time passed, Yan Qingkong found that his eyes had turned into a dark nothingness.

In this nothingness, there is a white silk thread.

In this silk thread, there is a special breath, which is the breath of time.

One end of the silk thread was wrapped around Yan Qingkong's body, and the other end stretched into the distant nothingness, with no end in sight.

Yan Qingkong looked surprised, and couldn't help reaching out to grab it, and he caught it.

"Is this the breath of time?"

Yan Qingkong's face was stunned, and then he understood, his face was a little strange: "As long as I keep walking along the silk thread, can I go back to that ancient time?"

At this time, he ran quickly along the silk thread, but the thread seemed to have no end.

In that dark void, Yan Qingkong ran crazily along the white silk thread, as if going back in time.

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

Like rewinding the tape, it quickly retreated.

"Is this a step back in time?"

Yan Qingkong let out a cry of surprise, unexpectedly using this method to go back to that period of time in the ancient capital.

(End of this chapter)