Tan Li waited for ten years, a full three thousand six hundred and fifty-two days and nights.

I also fantasized about the picture of reunion.

Maybe one morning, he would walk through the long hallway, pushing open the door that had never been locked, and the sun would be shining on him.

Maybe in the evening when the sunset stains the sky red, he walked in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the footsteps approached little by little, and gave him a warm hug.

Maybe when the heaven and earth thunder tribulation is triggered, he will come down in a dazzling red robe, with a smile on his eyebrows.

But the real meeting was in an extremely ordinary bun shop, he changed out of the red clothes, wore a handsome blue cedar, and stared intently out of the window.

He had been back and forth to this bun shop many times, when he was not a young sect master.

At that time, the only scattered copper plates on the body were used to buy some rice and pasta to maintain a living, and buns were a luxury. Later, he saved more copper plates, and when he was about to buy a bun, his mother died, and he picked up an egg.

A little bird cub hatched from the egg, which belonged only to him. So compared to meat buns, Tan Li carried a money bag that was not very heavy, and still chose millet.

He naturally knows which point is more important, and Tan Li has always been good at making trade-offs in his crisis life over the years.

However, in the past ten years, he didn't dare to go down the mountain to take a look, but he just stayed in the palace, quietly cultivating and advancing. As a last resort, in order to hone himself, he ran out to hunt some demon beasts and collect some necessary spiritual grass. But he will also come back soon, his little cute may push the door in the next moment, and he can't let him find anyone.

It's just that I didn't expect that this kind of wait is ten years.

He has no distractions every day, only remembering to cultivate, advance, and wait. Cultivate again, wait a little longer.

The red lotus in the cold pond bloomed again and again, and the ink-colored koi fish inside spit bubbles every day carefree. He counted the days and carved one orthography after another on the wooden plaque, and the traces became more and more profound and regular as his cultivation rose.

The waiting time is getting longer and longer, but there is no time for cultivation, and ten years have passed unconsciously.

On the last night, he sat on the roof and waited.

Will he come tonight?

Where did it come from?

In the sky, in the ground, or in the pool?

Ten years later, what does he look like now? Could he be thinking about me too?

Will you be looking forward to meeting again as much as I do?

But when the stars sank into the milky white sky, and when there was a slight damp morning dew all around him, he finally looked at the empty courtyard with only his own, and his expression was gloomy.

You've missed your appointment.

He thought.

But where should I find you?

You never told me.

He looked at the rising red glow, and rolled up his fingers to block the light that hit his eyes.

After Chen Qian left, Tan Li's doom physique naturally continued to come back.

More than once, when I was practicing, I suddenly had a spiritual power riot and almost went mad, and more than once I encountered a powerful opponent, a demon beast, and was on the verge of death.

He would always come to the edge of the cliff uncontrollably, and wait until the cool breeze blew him back to his senses before leaving there with a cold face.

The Sect Master's eyes were becoming more and more revealing day by day, as if he was looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and he could immediately peel/skin and debone it on the table and make a delicious feast.

Tan Li is also learning more and more to face everyone with a cold face.

As the young sect master of the Flowing Fire Demon Sect, he always has the momentum and strength to convince people.

So he no longer smiles at people, and his tone is soft and cute. Instead, like a real young sect master, he is cold, powerful, and proud and inviolable.

He did it successfully.

The advanced speed of the Heavenly Demon Physique could completely crush all the demon cultivators in the sect, and he officially entered the extrication period and began to cultivate on the fourth day after Chen Qian left. Because of the reaction learning ability that has been trained by years of bad luck physique, the strength of fighting with high-level demon beasts is invincible in the same level, and the challenge of skipping the level is not very difficult.

Tan Li still cultivated the Xuan Demon Duel, and the original sect master gave him a good quality exercise, but compared to the Xuan Demon Duel, it was simply a heaven and an underground.

It's just that every time he cultivates, he can always think of the situation of his ministers underground.

He was always reminiscing, as if he wanted to recall every second of those few hours.

I want him to say in his ear, "I'm going to be distressed." ”

Thinking of it, he shouted in a brisk tone, "Ouch, my little liver." ”

I want him to say, "I like you too." "The heart beats like a drum.

Think of the gentle force with which he rubbed his own hair.

I want his breath to spray in his ears for a moment's heartbeat.

Think of the heat left on his skin with a kiss when he parted.

Ten years have passed, and this longing has not diminished and disappeared at all, but has become more and more precipitated, condensed into an obsession that has been difficult to erase.

Tan Li would always sit on the roof in the dead of night and think.

It is clear that he has only been with his ministers for a short period of ten days.

Even when the minister turned into a human form, there was only the night he lost his temper and a few hours in the storeroom.

But he was moved.

I just liked it, and I cared about that person in my heart, for no reason.

Love is always so inexplicable.

The only thing the minister left him was that exercise.

It is only this exercise that proves that he really existed.

Without this exercise, he would almost have thought that it was just a slightly real dream that he had experienced, and that everything was fantasizing about his heart's desire.

He stroked the pages of the book every night, stroking the places where the ministers had perhaps touched.

As I get older, my body matures.

So on that night, he dreamed of himself kissing what he had dreamed of, the legal fluid exchanging between his lips and teeth, he caressed his slender waist, and felt the delicate touch of his skin.

Then he woke up, his eyes glowing red.

A bed of disarray.

I still remember that he ruined all those messy things with a red face, and then rolled himself into a tangled twist. The mood was flustered as if the heart was about to jump out of the chest, and the deer in my heart who always liked to run around like crazy was rushing around, trying to break free from this shackle with an attitude of not giving up on crashing to death.

Although Tan Li is precocious, no one has ever guided him when it comes to love/desire. His mother guarded him tightly, and he couldn't even touch the relevant books.

He also knew that such affection could only be applied to men and women.

But he didn't dare to imagine that if there was a girl with a shy face standing next to Chen Qian, or a beautiful woman, he would be mad with anger, and he would not be able to suppress the jealousy and tyranny in his heart.

If it's him, it can only be him.

At this time, Tan Li must admit to himself that he is indeed in love with Chen Qian.

Very seriously obsessed.

Even for him at that time, it was a distant and untouchable light.

Light is invisible, whether it is moonlight or sunlight.

He didn't have the strength to be able to hold onto.

Well, when he is stronger.

When he can break free from these shackles, when he grows stronger than his ministers, when he becomes an existence that is enough to fight against heaven and earth.

Will he be able to catch it?

There are eight layers of mystical magic tricks, and the content of each layer becomes more and more subtle and difficult to understand.

This exercise is indeed extremely mysterious.

Ten years have passed, Tan Li felt the consolidation of cultivation in the fetal movement period, and exhaled shallowly.

This exercise teaches how to use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to cultivate, and even directly use the power of heaven and earth for one's own use, rather than relying on squeezing the spiritual power in the body.

Therefore, although Tan Li is only in the fetal movement period now, and compared to Dao Xiu, it is only in the Jindan period, but there is absolutely no problem in beating a dozen yuan infancy.

Although Tan Li felt that this speed was still a little slow, for the entire cultivation world, the 17-year-old Jin Dan's fetal movement period was simply an unseen and unheard of miracle.

After all, one of the most qualified monks in history, the genius Dao cultivator Wang Xiuyan, who was famous throughout the cultivation world back then, was also 16 years old, and he had just touched the edge of Jindan when he was in his twenties, and he officially entered the Jindan period at the age of twenty-three.

Tan Li has already completed the fetal movement, the magic pill is stable, and he is ready to impact the concentrating period.

He is a young sect master, so naturally the stronger the better. Therefore, the qualifications of such demons have never aroused the jealousy of others.

It's strange to say that people will always be jealous of being better than themselves, but when there is an insurmountable gap between the two sides, they can't afford to be jealous.

The suzerain began to ask him to kill some people.

He would play with the ring from top of the ground, casually commanding.

"I see that Bichi Sect has been making a lot of moves recently, so I will assign you some people and go and destroy them tomorrow. ”

Since he is the young sect master of the Demon Sect, he naturally will not let him cultivate cleanly and without staining any blood, what do you want to use to convince the public?

Tan Li's hand has always been crisp, just like the sword he swung at Chu Yunqi back then.

If he wants to live, if he wants to climb to a higher position, if he wants to be stronger, then he has to make some trade-offs.

The cultivation realm has always been extremely cruel, and those who survived, who didn't have a few lives in their hands?

The road to the top was paved with the blood of the losers.

This was all taught to him by the ministers, sentence by sentence.

"It's a cruel world, no matter who has to adapt, right or wrong. ”

More often, when he sees the blood flowing all over the ground, he can't help but think of his ministers.

Will he also be injured, will he fall to the ground weakly, and will his eyes become blank?

Chen Qian does not belong here, he can see it, because Chen Qian himself has been emphasizing.

"I'll leave someday, and you'll no longer need me someday. ”

It's just that every time I think about it, I feel like I'm going to drown.

If I get what you want, maybe you'll stay a little longer?

If I had tried harder, maybe you would have some feelings for me because of it?

If, if I tell you that I love you, maybe one day, you will smile and say to me,

"As it happens, so did I. ”

Tan Li looked at the person in front of him, although ten years had passed, the eyebrows and eyes were still familiar, making him want to pounce desperately.

But he sat down directly across from the man without moving, took a bun from the plate in front of him, and smiled shyly.

"Long time no see. ”

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