Feng Yiluan sat silently on the damp ground in the vegetable kiln for a long time, recalling her youth, as if everything had changed since she was thrown into the vegetable kiln by the dancing shopkeeper.

She clearly remembered that day after she crawled out of the vegetable kiln with her hands and feet, she saw the empty town and met the blood-stained young Ye Xiu.

That was the first time she saw a real cultivator, at that time, she saw the appearance of Ji Li's sword, probably similar to the people in the town now who look at her sword, all her understanding of cultivation comes from drama, and there are many unrealistic visions and fantasies, so she followed his whereabouts and left, and then really embarked on the road of cultivation.

If it hadn't been for that chance encounter, what would everything have been? Would she have left this town? If she had wandered alone and aimlessly, where would she go, and what kind of people would she meet? Will the exercises that the master has left in her body be awakened by herself? Or, will she take her predecessors all the way to Guyun Mountain, and finally become the apprentice of her predecessors and step into the path of demons? That is another kind of experience and story.

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Now that a long time has passed, she is no longer the girl who was full of naïve fantasies about many things, she has experienced life and death, killing, loneliness, and tempering over the years, and she clearly knows that real life is actually very different from the story in the play.

Now that I think about it, if I had met the old man, I would still be following his traces, more so that I could follow him on the road of cultivation, not just because of his handsome appearance.

It is her fate and luck to meet the separation, and this former teenager has always kept what he said back then, no matter what he has experienced over the years, he has always been by her side, accompanying her like a shadow, and even this companionship has become a habit between each other.

Back then, she had also fantasized that she would put on a wedding dress and that the king would organize a grand wedding for her, but now this idea has become very faint......

Maybe as the realm of cultivators continues to improve, they will see more and more things that are pleasant to each other, or maybe she knows that she will take over the position of emperor of this dynasty, so she feels extremely apprehensive in her heart, and she has no time to think about it anymore.

If you talk about the years she has actually spent, those long and silent times in the secret realm of Jiushen Abyss and Tongmu Pavilion, she is already more than two hundred years old, and the specific years and months seem to be incalculable, let alone accurate to the month and day.

Her mind is already very mature, and her mental power is far beyond that of people of the same realm, although on the surface she still looks like a girl in her early twenties, but she knows in her heart that if she gets serious, she can still do a lot of things.

Only in this heavy task in the world, she doesn't know if she can do it well enough.

But Master said that nine out of ten people covet the imperial power for the sake of power, but if you don't have the slightest desire for power in your heart, you just care about anxiety, this is a good thing, if the world is in your hands, at least it is more secure than in the hands of nine out of ten people.

She was willing to believe Master's words.

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Feng Yiluan sat in the cabbage and radish pile for a long time, silently thinking about a lot of things, and later, she buried a few hundred taels of gold under the cabbage pile again before she flew out of the ground.

By the time she reached the surface, it was already dark.

Feng Yiluan cleaned his hair and clothes with a small technique, and went back to the inn's room to take a rest.

When she woke up and was about to ask her master to return to the imperial capital, she found that she was ...... Master set up more than 20 tables at the door of the inn and dragged the neighbors to continue drinking...... Drink it......

And Ji Li also got up early, set up a small table next to the inn, and was giving free medical treatment to the people in the town, from headache and brain fever to rheumatism, to women and children and bone massage, he can treat them all, and there are three Dan furnaces next to him, and he is refining some powder honey pills and the like, anyway, ordinary people can take it.

Feng Yiluan felt that her head was big, but she could only let these two go, she couldn't control what the master wanted to do, and leaving this trip was also a good deed, and she should support it silently, so ...... I can only stay in Circus Town for another day and a half.

She went to look for Frost Night again, and found that Frost Night was already sitting on the roof of the inn at some point, silently watching the movements around her.

She also jumped on the roof lightly, and sat down beside Frosty Night, neither of them spoke, looking at the noisy people below, quietly in a daze.

Feng Yiluan looked at the way Master and the neighbors were chatting and laughing and drinking happily, and he could see that he was sincerely happy from the bottom of his heart.

At that time, if his people and fathers had not been besieged and martyred by King Min of Fenglou Kingdom, then Master would not have embarked on the road of Xiuzhen, he would have followed his grandfather, father, and uncle to learn the family craftsman painting skills, and lived by hard work, then he must have been a middle-aged craftsman at this time, living a simple life, and like most ordinary craftsmen in this world, after a hard day's work, he likes to drink two glasses of soju, get together to talk and brag, and then go to sleep peacefully.

That's probably a pretty good life.

Because of this, he worked as a painter in the Fenglou Guowu Hall for three years, and no one saw any flaws, because when he sat with those ordinary lower-class craftsmen, he seemed to be the same as them, and his behavior was the same, and he was completely integrated.

However, fate is tricky, and he is born with the heart of refusing to accept his fate and refuse to admit to the tyrant, so he bears the blood feud of the entire family and the entire village, and embarks on the road of wild cultivation and revenge.

Master's talent is indeed very high, far beyond ordinary people, and luck is also very good, after more than ten years of searching, he finally had two encounters, respectively, met the two powerful predecessors of the Demon Venerable Yanrui and Lanzhi Fairy, and finally cultivated the soul painting technique that can slaughter the royal family of a city......

Feng Yiluan looked at the master in a daze, and after learning about his life experience, he respected him more from the bottom of his heart, although the master and apprentice always love to sarcastically mock each other on weekdays, and they don't care about anything, but in their hearts, Feng Yiluan knows that the master is the master, and he is a master worthy of her respect.

"What is Princess Luan thinking?" Frost Night suddenly asked her softly.

Feng Yiluan said: "I was thinking, my mother was very discerning back then, and it was my luck to find such a person to be my master and entrust me to this person." ”

Frost Night looked at Mo Pingyi, who was talking and laughing, and said blankly: "Is what the princess said is right or back?"