In a blink of an eye, Ye Qianqiu had been in Changchun Valley for more than a year.

After more than a year of recovery, his basic movements are no longer restricted, and he can walk around without crutches.

However, some of the meridians in his body are still being reshaped and recovered.

Ye Qianqiu estimated that it would take at least one year to recover.

The more than a year in Changchun Valley has made Ye Qianqiu feel relaxed and contented.

The people in the valley are very good. At first, everyone may not be familiar with each other and a little unfamiliar.

But after more than a year of getting along, Ye Qianqiu has been having fun with the people here.

He also learned some local dialects of the Naxi people and was able to communicate with the people in the valley.

Early this morning, Ye Qianqiu walked out of the wooden house and practiced Tai Chi not far from the mountain spring in the mountain stream.

Ye Qianqiu practices Tai Chi just to help his body recover faster.

At first, the people in the valley were a little curious, but later, they became commonplace.

"One movement and one still, one yin and one yang, both hard and soft."

"Brother Ye's boxing skills become more and more interesting the more you look at."

"Brother Ye is young, but his boxing skills are full of everyone's taste. It seems that he has a family background and has guidance from famous artists."

Ye Qianqiu's Tai Chi punch was halfway through, and he heard someone talking aside.

The person who came was not someone else, but the middle-aged man with mixed hair.

"Mr. Zhong Yin, it's early."

Ye Qianqiu greeted the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man is not a local person. It is said that he accidentally broke into Changchun Valley twenty years ago and never went out after entering the valley.

Everyone in the valley called him Mr. Zhong Yin.

Zhong Yin also punched the boxing sideways, but he didn't play Tai Chi, but a boxing technique that Ye Qianqiu couldn't call it.

The two of them were fisting and chatting.

"Brother Ye is also a Han Chinese..."

"Yes, my ancestral home is Suzhou."

"It turns out that Brother Ye is from Suzhou, so we are still half a fellow villager. I am from Pengcheng, Xuzhou."

"So my brother is from Pengcheng."

"yes……"

"I heard from A Yu that my brother has been living in this valley for twenty years?"

"It's almost the same. I don't know the years in the mountains, twenty years are just a blink of an eye..."

After a set of punches, the chatting was almost done.

Ye Qianqiu went back to the wooden house to rest.

Mr. Zhong Yin looked at Ye Qianqiu's departure and thoughtful.

Days pass by day.

The days in the valley are quiet and peaceful, and it seems that the passage of time cannot be felt at all.

Ye Qianqiu had a vague illusion, as if the people in the valley seemed not very likely to grow old.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons rotate, and in a blink of an eye, another year has passed.

Ye Qianqiu's injuries have almost healed.

Over the past year, he and Mr. Zhong Yin have been familiar with each other.

The two often sit on the big rock and chat, feeling like they meet too late.

Mr. Zhong Yin has a high cultural literacy, and it is amazing to draw any painting.

When you see beautiful scenery, you sometimes sing poems, which is really extraordinary.

Ye Qianqiu learned a lot from Mr. Zhong Yin.

Zhong Yin also seemed to be very interested in Ye Qianqiu.

On this day, Aliang, who was patrolling in the valley entrance, brought back a few more people.

The people in the valley warmly welcomed these guests from outside the valley.

During the banquet, Ye Qianqiu knew that these guests outside the valley were Yancai guests from the Baiyi tribe.

The so-called bird picking guests are people who collect the nests of swiftlets on high mountain cliffs.

Those swallow pickers stayed in the valley for a day, describing the world outside the valley.

Most of the people in the valley have never seen the outside world. They are basically in the valley from birth to death.

Some young people yearn for the world outside the valley.

Want to go out with Caiyanke to have a look.

He was stopped by four highly prestigious old men in the valley.

A day later, the swallow-picking guests left the valley.

A few young people stood on the branches of big trees, looking forward to seeing the outside world.

The days in the valley have become quiet and peaceful again.

Until this day.

The valley suddenly became lively.

Ye Qianqiu walked out to take a look.

Mr. Zhong Yin was seen sitting on a big stone.

The four old men in the valley sat around Mr. Zhong Yin’s four directions, east, west, south and north.

Mr. Zhong Yin sat cross-legged on the big stone and said aloud: "Gan Weng, Kun Weng, Li Weng, Kan Weng."

"Today is the day I break the formation!"

Four old men had white hair and white clothes, and were guarding in four directions.

One of them said aloud: "Mr. Zhong Yin, you have been in my Changchun Valley for twenty years. Haven't you let go of all the falsehoods outside the valley?"

Mr. Zhong Yin said aloud: "How dare you forget the pain of skin-cutting?"

"The dead are dead. I have died once. Since God does not let me die, then I should keep a useful body and wash away old grudges!"

At this time, another old man said, "Mr. Zhong Yin, you are now 62. If you leave the valley, how long will your life span?"

"Did you really think it through?"

Mr. Zhong Yin continued: "Emperor Gaozu of Han embarked on the road to resist Qin at the age of 48 and ascended the throne at the age of 53."

"Liang Po is old and can still eat."

"Although I am sixty-two, as long as I can obtain the divine book, I will be able to complete my lifelong power, restore my country's fortune and avenge my country!"

"Four seniors, there is no need to persuade me anymore. I have decided, please take a move!"

The four old men all shook their heads slightly, and then they each formed a magic trick.

"Dry!"

"Kun!"

"Leave!"

"Kan!"

Four old men were pronounced four different words.

The next moment, I saw a series of green lights rising up in the sky above the valley, gradually turning into a circle of light, and sucking towards Mr. Zhong Yin, who was sitting in the middle of the big stone.

Mr. Zhong Yin's face was calm, his long hair was fluttering, and his eyes were full of determination.

I saw him raise his hand and a light white energy gushed out from his fingertips, breaking directly towards the blue light aperture!

"I am determined to win the Book of God!"

The white light suddenly rose on Mr. Zhong Yin's body, like an immortal and god descending to earth.

At this time, the men and women standing in the valley watching the battle were staring blankly.

Ye Qianqiu felt the majestic energy and couldn't help but say to himself: "This is a true top master!"

Although Ye Qianqiu lost all his internal strength and his muscles and bones were reshaped at this moment, his eyesight was still there.

He knew that not everyone in Changchun Valley could practice martial arts.

However, characters like the Four White-clothed Old Man are truly top experts.
To be continued...