People are born with ten flames, divided into two colors, three red and seven blue, which are three souls and seven spirits.

Even if she saw it with her own eyes, Su Shangjun couldn't help but feel more sympathy for Jiang Chang'an, how could she not believe that a person with only one soul and one soul could still live like an ordinary person.

This sympathy gradually changed her point of view, she seemed to see that she was not allowed to use the titles of Jiangzhou gentleman and the scum of the Jiang family to disguise herself at a young age, and she did not hesitate to bear the infamy, what kind of perseverance and patience is required, and the pain in it is probably only known to him.

Song Daoling raised his head and poured a sip of fine wine, and said to Jiang Changan: "It's a miracle that you can survive until now, half of it is a matter of luck, it is definitely not a long-term solution, even if everything is content with the status quo, you will not live to be twenty years old." ”

Twenty years old! Su Shangjun looked at Jiang Chang'an, who smiled calmly, and there was not even a trace of fluctuation in his eyes.

It seems that he knows he has less than three years left. ”

Song Daoling asked again: "So you want to go to the palace to gamble? If you win, it will also avenge Jiang Lingfeng, if you lose, it will not be a pity?"

Jiang Changan did not answer, which can be regarded as an admission.

"Ridiculous! Although you are now reshaping your spiritual vein, with the strength of the late stage of the spiritual sea, do you think you can enter the palace? Even if you can enter, whether you win or lose, your life will be there, !! ridiculous."

Song Daoling sighed and said to himself: "When there was a great chaos in the door, Shang Jun's father died unexpectedly, I hurried back, and when I left Jiangzhou, I left an agreement with your brother, that is, to let you, who was born with a disease, come to the Qinglian Sect when you were eighteen years old. ”

Five years ago, the Qinglian Sect was in turmoil, there were traitors in the sect and people from other sects attacked inside and outside, Su Shangjun's father, who was also the previous sect master, died unexpectedly.

At that time, Song Daoling was a guest at Jiang's house.

"Jiang Xiaoru once told me that the kid doesn't want to die young, shouldn't he come to you by appointment?

It is impossible to say that there is no desire to live, and everyone is afraid of death, even saints.

Who knew that Song Daoling hesitated for a long time before he popped up a sentence: "The number of life extensions is the same, where is the forcible obtain." After saying that, he was ashamed to hold the flask and turned his back.

"Well, it's been another wasted effort. Jiang Changan was not so depressed, but he was more or less disappointed.

Jiang Changan was about to retreat after saying goodbye, but he paused again and said lightly: "Old man, please find out if there is any medicine that can cure leg diseases recorded in the ancient books." ”

"Don't worry, Jiang Xiaoru's matter is naturally not forgotten, haha, you two brothers, it's really interesting. On the surface, they can't get along with each other, but in fact, he asked me for a way to treat your body, and you asked me for a prescription for his legs, tsk...... Interesting!haha!"

Jiang Changan lowered his head and asked again, "Old man Song, can you do another divination for me?"

Song Daoling's smile froze.

That year, he was a guest of Jiangzhou's second son, Jiang Xiaoru, as a diviner and a diviner, and the fourth son of the fourth son with a beauty in his arms passed by in front of the hall, squinted his eyes, and said the same title, in a lazy tone: "That old man, come over and make a hexagram for my son!"

He took out the tortoise shell, placed three copper coins, and landed on the desk with a crisp collision sound.

Jiang Changan didn't look at it, but quietly withdrew from the library pavilion.

There are so many strange people in Jiangzhou, and there are no less than 100 people who are given divination and hexagrams every year, and there is always little difference, and the results have long been obvious.

"Yin and Yang Hexagram! Death!" Su Shangjun stared blankly at the three copper coins, and he was unexpectedly distracted.

Yin and Yang hexagrams, this kind of hexagram can be said to be the strangest kind of Yishu hexagrams.

The yang hexagram is glorious and wealthy, brocade clothes and jade food, and you don't have to worry about eating, drinking and having fun all your life, while the yin hexagram is just the opposite, full of dangers. But the blame is that Jiang Chang'an's hexagram is a dead end, and there is no chance of life. It is never recorded in the book.

"There are no absolutes in everything, as long as there are variables, you can still die for a lifetime. ”

Song Daoling turned around and walked to the window behind the case, and he didn't know if he was saying it to Su Shangjun, or whether he was comforting himself in order to make his heart feel better.

Outside the window, the weather has entered early autumn, adding a bit of gloom.

At that moment, a strong gust of wind suddenly passed.

A brown and yellow dead leaf fluttered through the window and landed on the desk, and the three copper coins were in the center.

"It's ......"

Song Daoling suddenly raised his head, his expression was excited, and he hurriedly pinched the trick and recited the mantra, and a little silver light lit up from his fingers.

"Leave the house, ...... under the cang" After half a cup of tea, Song Daoling slowly put away his movements, his face solemn.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?" Seeing Song Daoling's brows tightened, Su Shangjun couldn't wait to ask.

Song Daoling's voice trembled a little and said excitedly: "Borrow a branch of flowers, the grass head will come out, the golden black will be nirvana, and the killing situation can be broken." Variables, this is variables!"

"What is a variable?" Su Shangjun said curiously. "Grass-headed people out" is easy to understand, but it is nothing more than getting ahead. But what exactly does this mean by "borrowing a flower"?

Song Daoling's interest was obviously better, and he picked up the wine jug and shook his head: "Who knows, maybe it's a sentence, an item, or a person who has just appeared next to him in the past six months." ”

After pouring half a cup, Song Daoling sighed, "Little Shangjun, we owe the Jiang family a big favor." The agreement to let Jiang Changan come here back then was that I had already expected that Liu Xiong would have bad intentions in a few years, and hoped that the Jiang family would be able to survive better with the Jiang family as the protector of the Qinglian Sect, how could Jiang Xiaoru not know, but he still resolutely agreed. ”

"Mr. Jiang doesn't know?"

"That kid understands better than anyone else, when I said that there is no way to continue life, he must have seen all kinds of reasons for this, but he didn't care, just ask how many people at this age had such a mind when they woke up and were used by others. Jiang Tiandao, you really gave birth to two good sons!"

Su Shangjun stared intently out of the window, his thoughts still resting on the "variables" that Fang Cai had just said, as well as the poems on the volume.

After standing for a while, Su Shangjun also stepped out of the library pavilion, and riding the autumn wind, Su Shangjun walked quietly beside Jiang Chang'an.

His figure is very lonely, like he is the only one in the world, and nothing is near.

After a long while, Su Shangjun stopped and was silent for a moment, and said, "I want you to ......"

"What? You want me! I'm not a showman. Jiang Changan insisted on his body but took the initiative to lean forward, with an expression of looking at death as if he were at home.

Su Shangjun frowned and said, "I want you to help me, grandpa said that if you can be trusted, then you can be trusted." Liu Xiong's power is also rising day by day, and I can't sit still. ”

"You want me to help you deal with this old thing?"

Jiang Changan's eyes glanced around, and he said casually: "Also, this Qinglian Sect will be surnamed Liu immediately, and there is no one around you except Old Man Song." ”

She didn't refute: "In addition, I want you to teach and guide Shang Xuan's Spirit Guarding Technique and Alchemy Technique, I have to admit that the Jiang family's attainments in these two aspects are beyond the reach of others, and I didn't expect that even you would ......."

Jiang Changan smiled: "You didn't expect that even I, a well-known gentleman who only knows Flower Street and Willow Lane, can also know such a profound alchemy......"

Jiang Changan retracted his gaze and said with a serious face: "It's not difficult to ask me for help, but you have to promise me one condition." ”

"On what terms?"

"I want you ......"

"Don't think!" Su Shangjun released a trace of murderous aura on his body, but it was more cold.

"Hey, I'm not done yet. I want you to give a heavy invitation, I'm a heavy woman, thirty taels a month, okay, no? That twenty taels can't be less, hey, don't go, we can talk about the price slowly......"

The two old rivers and lakes, one is blue-hearted, and the other is wise and foolish, but they are all tacit, and no one is willing to back down half a step.

When Jiang Changan returned to his residence, it was an ordinary thatched hut, and it happened that there was also a clear pond behind the thatched hut, which was somewhat the same as the layout in the Divine Mansion.

Looking around the house, I didn't find Ruoruo's figure.

"Stupid girl?"

"Hey, it's called Brother Hua......" The little girl who was playing by the clear spring behind the house heard Jiang Changan's voice, and ran back and threw herself into his arms.

Jiang Changan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Brother is going to practice, are you staying outside or inside?"

If others heard this sentence, they would be confused, but Ruoruo understood it, and his little face immediately wrinkled unhappily.

She knew that Brother Hua had something that could take him to another place, although the two of them had already formed a contract, and the little girl could live freely in Jiang Chang'an's body, but whenever he entered another place, she would fall into a state of deep sleep.

Jiang Changan didn't know once he tried to let Ruoruo enter the body and then enter the Divine Mansion, but every time he entered the Divine Mansion, the connection with her was like being cut off.

In the end, it can only be attributed to the fact that the Divine Mansion only has Jiang Changan alone, and the others can't touch an inch even if they are half-immortal-level powers.

But fortunately, when Jiang Changan entered the Divine Mansion alone, if the little girl was not in the body, she could move freely in the outside world without any influence.

"Call Brother Hua, if you want to stay outside. The little girl said in a weak tone, but she was afraid that Jiang Changan would not agree, so her eyes blinked cautiously.

"Okay, but remember, don't run around......"

"If you remember, don't run around......" she nodded heavily, shook her head again, grinned and ran back to the spring behind the house to play.

Jiang Changan didn't think much about it, entered the Divine Mansion, sat cross-legged on the bluestone again, and looked inwardly at the dantian-

From the early stage to the late stage of the Qi Cultivation Realm, and then to the late stage of the Spirit Sea Realm, his dantian is no longer a simple and thin layer of cyclones, but has transformed into a waterhole, just like the beginning of the opening of heaven and earth, the scene of a vast ocean in the world, and in his misty and dark void, there is only this small waterhole covered with blue light.

The spiritual sea realm is to condense gas and turn water, and the spiritual power enters a deeper level and is further purified.

At the same time, the area of the water source also directly determines a person's talent, although it is far from those geniuses who have the size of a lake in the Spirit Sea, but Jiang Changan is very satisfied, after all, this is something he couldn't think of three years ago.

Only when people lose can they know how to cherish, and only after going through a lot of hard work can they understand that everything is not easy to come by!

Jiang Changan thinks that he is a person who knows contentment, and the environment of the Divine Mansion is the same as three years ago, but his training method is no longer as simple as hitting a tree stump.

I don't know when he went up the mountain every day, with the goal of killing demon beasts.

From the beginning of half a month to get a lowest-level white-fronted tiger, covered in scaly wounds, to the next day a day, unscathed, he used three full years.

Just like when he was in Cangzhou, the most famous dangerous place in the Xia Zhou Kingdom, it took him three years to change from a small executioner with no name to a killer "Impermanence" in Cangzhou who had done bad things when they heard it.

If you look closely, the cliffs of that heavy mountain are lush with vegetation, but one route is surprisingly clean.

At the same time, the "Ding Furnace" in the mountain, which had a one-sided relationship, seemed to have disappeared except for a movement three years ago, but Jiang Chang'an relied on his own strength to travel farther and farther in the mountains, provided that he did not encounter some monsters similar to Dunyan Eagle whose strength was much higher than his.

Coincidentally, the location of this Ding Furnace was in the territory of the Flame Eagle, and he tried countless times, but in the end it was all in vain.

Jiang Changan stretched his muscles and bones, slowly used his spiritual power with both hands, firmly clasped a shiny convex stone, and climbed up the mountain with his body lightly......

Today, I vow to get this treasure in the mountains!