I have a role in the heavens

Zhuang Tong did not emphasize it again, but only reminded him slightly that this was already an overstep and was not in line with his previous principle of neutrality and violated his own principles.

Zhuang Tong concealed his gaffe, took a few steps forward, continued to give instructions on Yang Qian's martial arts training, thought about Yang Qian's progress, and said.

"Now that you have completed the training of flesh, tendons, and membranes, you can start training bones. There is a copy of "Tiger Demon Bone Refining Fist" by Dazen Temple in the Songhe Mountain Room. You can give it a try!"

After all, Zhuang Tong was moved by his love for talents and had a preference for Yang Qian, so he gave one more explanation.

""Tiger Demon Bone Refining Fist" is the most detailed book on bone refining in the world. It has a total of 206 hands and exercises 206 bones throughout the body. In the world of martial arts, this book is the only one with the most detailed bone refining. Detailed. None of the other bone refining martial arts have as many as two hundred and six hands."

"Only when all the bones in the body are cultivated, the foundation will be more stable, which will be of great benefit to your future martial arts training!"

Yang Qian's starry eyes were as unfathomable as the sea. Although there were no waves, there were hidden turbulences. He glanced at Zhuang Tong lightly, nodded, and left the martial arts hall without any unnecessary reaction.

Zhuang Tong frowned and looked at the figure of Yang Qian who was gradually retreating. For some reason, he was looking forward to the fourth prince, wanting to see where he could go in the future.

Yang Qian stepped into the Songhe Mountain House and walked slowly among the bookshelves. There was everything here, most of which were secret books of martial arts from various outside sects. They were all donated by the various sects ordered by Emperor Qian.

Dachan Temple was the holy land of martial arts in the Central Plains. After it was annihilated by Daqian's army, all the sects did not dare to openly disobey Daqian's orders, so even if they were unwilling, they still donated some of their martial arts. Some of the top secret scriptures and magical skills have been retained and not contributed, but Emperor Qian does not force them. He will jump over the wall when he is anxious. He cannot really push the various sects too much, and he needs to leave some room.

Yang Qian didn't stop at the Songhe Mountain House. He directly picked out a copy of "Tiger Demon Bone Refining Fist", registered it, left the mountain house, and returned to his residence.

In the Imperial Study Room, Emperor Qian listened to the report from the palace envoys. Yang Qian unexpectedly chose a copy of "Tiger Demon Bone Refining Fist" in the Songhe Mountain Room. He smiled slightly, a trace of thought flashed in the emperor's eyes, and he said in a deep voice.

"This matter must not be spread outside!"

"yes!"

The worshiper bowed his head and responded, then disappeared from the place with Emperor Qian's wave.

Emperor Qian raised his arm, slightly held his chin, and said something with interest.

"I have actually become a warrior by training, which is not bad. It seems to have some training value. In that case, what if I just make it happen!"

When Yang Qian came out of Songhe's study, he knew that his martial arts level would be exposed to Emperor Qian's eyes, so Zhuang Tong's reminder was meaningless. The palace was Emperor Qian's territory and was full of informants. Any disturbance that occurred would be Nothing can be hidden from this leader.

Yang Qian also understood that as the son of Emperor Qian, whether his cultivation level would be exposed to the eyes of the prince and others also depended on his father's wishes, so he only needed to figure out Emperor Qian's thoughts, and more importantly, he No need to worry about other people's calculations.

As the fourth prince, Yang Qian is the son of Emperor Qian. His father will only be happy if his son is excellent. Naturally, he will not be plotted by outsiders. As long as he grasps this point, Yang Gan is not worried at all if the prince and other princes plot against him. If you really think that Emperor Qian, the dictatorial emperor of the world, is a free man, whoever dares to reach out will definitely bring his entire family to bear.

Yang Qian's heart was raised, and he woke up during the visualization. His starry eyes showed a chaotic color, lifeless, but suddenly a corner of gray Taoist robe flashed, and a Taoist with the appearance of an emperor appeared in the chaos. He stepped forward, with a green lotus of the thirty-sixth rank under his feet, a jade butterfly on his head, and a simple ax in his hand, which gradually disappeared into the depths of chaos.

Yang Qian took a long breath, stood up slowly, and adjusted his python robe. He walked to the desk, picked up the purple pen, dipped it in the musk ink in the purple inkstone, and then wrote four large characters on the snow paper in Songzhuxuan.

"The King of Yuanshi!"

The tip of the pen is strong and powerful, the bones are rugged, the force penetrates the back of the paper, and penetrates three-thirds of the wood. Although the font is written in black ink, it exudes a bright white light. This is because Yang Qian put his thoughts into the tip of the pen when writing. The font carries his essence. The awe-inspiring atmosphere.

Yang Gan rolled up the snow paper, tore it up casually, threw it into the incense burner, and burned it to ashes.

Don't underestimate these four words. If Yang Qian hadn't picked it up himself, even the innate martial artist would have to use all his strength to lift it off the table. Each of these four words is as heavy as his hand. Qianjun, really means a thousand catties. What's more, this character also carries a part of Yang Qian's spiritual realm. Even if ordinary people can pick it up, if ghosts and immortals get close, they will be directly burned by the majestic aura of these four characters.

Yang Qian has never tried to practice Taoism and let his soul leave the body, just to make martial arts go further. Otherwise, his body will be depleted of energy and blood, making it difficult to practice both methods and reach the highest level. But after all, Yang Qian has experienced many lives, and has a profound foundation, and his realm is unfathomable, so in order not to waste his foundation, he visualized the original king in chaos, purified his thoughts, and when the time was right, he would open up the world of the original king. , the time when all things evolve, when one Qi transforms into the three pure beings.

Yang Qian is now very cautious and does not dare to let his works be seen by outsiders. Otherwise, his true spiritual realm will be exposed, causing extraneous problems and affecting his goal of transcending the era of this world and reaching the other side.

From ancient times to the present, many geniuses, heroes, and ancient masters all hope to transcend the era and reach the other side. Even if they are astonishing as the Immortal Emperor and the Taoist Taoist who have become the Yang God and the man who shattered the vacuum, they still ended up with regrets, leaving only two The phantom has been laid out through the ages just to see whether future generations can achieve the other side of the world.

After the Confucian saints learned about this, they even joined forces to build a bridge to the other side, suppressing the two shadows at the place of origin, fighting and confronting them, and finally made a bet, and each chose their chess pieces. An opportunity was planted, and the outcome of their fight would determine the winner.

And Emperor Qian, Hong Xuanji, Meng Shenji and Hong Yi were the candidates they chose. In the end, the Hundred Saints were superior in skills, creating the last Saint Yizi among the Hundred Saints. The Hundred Saints merged into one to suppress He defeated all enemies, made great ambitions, transcended the life span of the era, and was infinitely close to the realm of the other side.

Yang Qian shook his head slightly. It's better not to be too ambitious. He was the reincarnation of a ghost and immortal at this time. After his soul was born, his thoughts were powerful. Martial arts still needed to be practiced from scratch. It was best to stay steady and develop well.