The rolling stones are scattered and scattered.

When Hu Yanfeng, who was facing away from the leading woman, stopped the Ding Huo long knife in his hand, the majestic and magnificent Nine Heavens had already slowly pressed down and came to the top of the leading woman's head.

Any further would have killed her on the spot.

The late autumn dusk is already exceptionally cold.

However, there were round beads of sweat dripping from the corners of the woman's forehead and chin, and the originally smooth hair was glued together, which looked a little slippery and messy at the moment.

A moment ago, her high-spirited fighting spirit and determination to win were now gone.

Withdrawing the long knife in his hand, he put it behind his back again, and turned his back to the woman, and both of them let out a long sigh of relief.

The woman sighed because she finally didn't have to fight with the terrifying guy in front of her, and Hu Yanfeng, who had already won the victory, was sighing.

He asked himself that the growth rate of his cultivation was already very fast, but whenever it was time to fight, he would always find that his cultivation was still far from enough.

This third battle was indeed won, but his Ding Huo Zhenyuan had already been consumed six or seven out of ten.

If you don't stop moving forward now and recover for a while, just by relying on the power of the only three or four percent of the true yuan at the moment, there will be no possibility of winning against that man.

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Even in the Turtle Camel Mountain, which advocates simplicity, Lin Leyao, who is in charge, also has a huge palace.

The name of the palace is taken from the ancient legend, called Yao Chi.

It is not built specifically for her, Yao Chi is the palace where the masters of Guihuo Mountain lived in the past dynasties, which has a long history, and the history can be traced back to the end of antiquity.

After all, it is the residence of the head of a sect, and no matter how frugal he is, he must leave a little dignity for himself in front of outsiders.

Otherwise, when people see that the residence of the Turtle Camel Mountain Sect is so poor, what they will lose when the time comes, it will still be the face of their Turtle Camel Mountain Gate.

However, there are such palaces, but few of the masters of the past dynasties have really lived in them.

Today's Lin Leyao is no exception.

She is the contemporary head of Guihuo Mountain, when there are no major events, Lin Leyao never lives in Yaochi, and even rarely sets foot in it all year round.

She has another dwelling place in the mountain gate.

It was a small building.

It took her seven years to build it by herself, brick by brick.

During this period, she did not use the superhuman power she possessed, from building foundations and building houses, to going up the mountain to get wood and firing kilns to make tiles, all of which she did by herself.

Therefore, this small building was not exquisite or beautiful at the beginning of its completion, and it was not even comparable to the results of those mortals on the mainland who spent months to build.

But here, she lived comfortably.

The small building is nameless, with two floors, because she has never been married in her life, so she has always lived upstairs.

Most of the downstairs is an open hall

It occupies a small compartment on the side, which is the kitchen room that Lin Leyao specially left.

When I'm busy, I'll have a doorman in charge of chores to deliver the food one by one.

In her spare time, she cooks by herself, which has been the same for hundreds of years, coupled with the unique focus and spirit of the qi practitioner, the craftsmanship is naturally very good under the tempering of the years.

Once the heart was very good, please, an elder of a subordinate and friend of my door tasted it, and the other party was suddenly shocked.

I still remember the unfinished god after the man finished eating, as well as the half-truths and half-truths of the ridiculous words: "Even if one day, the master teaches you to give up the way of heaven, cultivate to be scattered, and become a mortal, you can also rely on this hand to return to the wonderful kitchen to break into some fame in this red dust again." ”

Even Lin Leyao himself couldn't tell whether the other party was just joking, or if he also meant something serious.

As a matter of now, Lin Leyao sat on top of his small building for a long time, thinking about the same question in a daze.

If she had chosen to abandon this Tongxuan cultivation and marry the hairy boy who could only play with knives as a wife, would she have been able to have an ordinary son who has been a man who has been a farmer and a woman for decades, and a fairy couple?

The person back then, as long as she was willing, was even willing to give up the knife in her hand for her, and gave up a cultivation to only accompany her to be a mortal.

But she refused, just turned around, leaving him with a decisive back.

"Am I wrong?"

Hundreds of years later, just as hundreds of years ago, the woman took off the noble attire that belonged to the mountain lord of Turtle Camel Mountain, and changed into an old clothes made of linen and coarse cloth.

This dress is almost exactly the same as the one he wore when he entered the mountain, but it is no longer the same one.

The original one, although she has preserved it well, has long been annihilated in the torrent of history bit by bit with the passage of time, and there is no trace of it except for the memory that belongs to her.

And the current one is just an imitation, in her wardrobe, the same outfit, there are a full five.

Lin Leyao looked at her tattered linen clothes and was stunned.

What is it for keeping this dress for a hundred years, a hundred years, and a hundred years?

Is it to commemorate the poor girl who lost her parents and was led into Turtle Camel Mountain by her master?

How is she different from her current self?

"Is cultivation really so important?" Lin Leyao murmured softly, she often asked herself this, and it was the same now.

But every time she sat here, the answer she gave in her heart was:

Yes, it does.

Even after hundreds of years of light, those familiar images still linger in her mind.

Swords and swords, blood and corpses.

Ordinary people are not as good as a dog in this troubled world.

She always likes to look a little farther away, beyond the present, to the future in five or ten steps.

This has not changed for hundreds of years.

It's not that she didn't anticipate the future between the two.

It's just that in her opinion, the future between the two will not be as good as he originally imagined.

Life is not about two people walking together on a mountain trail, basking in the sun and watching the fields on both sides of the road.

The life of mortals is an indescribable amount of firewood, rice, oil and salt, countless sweats, tears and struggles.

Survival is the theme that runs through the lives of mortals, and the so-called life is something that only those who have high strength and no worries about food and clothing are qualified to look forward to.

Among all the possibilities between the man and her, the only thing she can't see is happiness.

A teardrop crossed the corner of Lin Leyao's eyes, and none of the lights and candles in the room were lit, and some were just half-dim and half-bright chaos in the evening.

"I really don't care about this so-called Sect Master, I don't care about these cultivations, I don't even care about what Shouyuan," Lin Leyao muttered: "I just don't want to one day, once again become like when I was a child, living like a reptile, without any dignity!"

Even if she really agreed to that person back then, and the two really lived together as that person hoped, the ending might not be much happier.

Lin Leyao couldn't remember his father's appearance clearly.

Because when he was very young, he died in the mountains while going out hunting in the neighborhood and never returned.

Her mother carried her on her back for several days and nights, and finally found her father's bones in a mountain forest north of the village.

Most of the corpse had been gnawed off by the beast, but the animal skin was sewn by her mother by boiling oil with a lamp, and she recognized it clearly.

She had always thought that her father had been bitten to death by the beasts, and it was not until she was older and her mother was lying on the sickbed that she learned the truth from her mouth.

In his father's remaining right hand was a blood-stained sackcloth that was not on him, but another man in the village.

Her mother told her since she was a child that her father was the most powerful hunter in the village, and even in the most desolate years, when the hunters on the side could not catch good things, her father could still bring back a few pheasants, hares, and wild deer and roe deer every once in a while.

So, while he was there, both the mother and her son were doing well.

My mother said that in those years, the years were not good, there was not much rain, most of the crops in the fields were drought, and the officials could not afford to pay the grain they wanted, let alone have their own food.

The people in the village had no choice, so in order to survive, they all ran to hunt.

After coming and going, it didn't take long for the prey in the surrounding mountains and forests to become less and less, and those who survived began to become more and more cautious and cunning when they went out to forage.

The prey is getting harder and harder to catch day by day, the belly is getting hungrier day by day, and the child is getting harder and harder day by day.

Other people's families are always hungry, but their families can always get some smell of meat from time to time, and as for starvation, it has never been a thing before.

My father was afraid of people's eyes, so every time he hunted, he always hunted

When I go out at night, even if I turn on the fire at home to cook, I only dare to do so late at night.

In addition, the location of their house is relatively remote, and no one noticed it at first.

But after a long time, the horse's feet will always be exposed.

For example, when the big guys are hungry and listless, your children are ruddy and running around their yards.

The mother was already watching the child as much as she could, but how could she be on her naughty side every second of the day.

The mother also said that there were marks of sharp knives on the father's bones, not one, but two.

One knife on the front and one knife on the back.

The knives are not long, and they are about the same as daggers.

There were a few messy pheasant feathers next to my father's bones, and on the way back to the village, there were sporadic roe deer blood on the trunk of the tree whose bark had been gnawed off.