The clouds in the sky were reflected in the water, flowing quietly, cut into pieces by the waves stirred up by the fish's tail.

There was a young man fishing by the lake, holding a book of poetry in his hand and reciting it, and his fishing rod was stuck in a crack in the stone.

The girl sitting not far away had delicate eyebrows and eyes, combed two cute pigtails, and was looking at him blankly, her eyes full of tenderness.

The water shone brightly, reflected on his clean face, and it was so beautiful in the eyes of the girl.

This is a remote corner of the human world, and there is only a small village within a radius of 100 miles, called Kongjia Village.

Life is not rich, but it is a good life.

Many years ago, there was a powerful cultivator here, and he still served in the imperial court, and after returning to his hometown a few years ago, he brought back the Tang Taoist Dictionary and many books on cultivating elixirs, and then sat down in the mountains.

Now the whole village can practice, not to mention farming and hunting, and with the convenience of cultivation, the people in the village have begun to reclaim the wasteland and grow elixirs.

After a few years of development, the village gradually became richer, and many young people also walked out.

The rod moved slightly, and the slender line tightened violently.

The boy grabbed the rod and threw it upward, and a grass carp left the water and fell into his arms.

He hooked his finger into the gills of the fish, and the dark luck directly killed the grass carp, turned to the girl and smiled: "Oh, I promised you that the fish is here, send it to your father as soon as possible." ”

The girl jumped up and down to him, and said with a smile: "This fish is really big, half a stewed soup and half braised is just right, you come to my house for dinner in the evening, I have a treat." ”

The young man smiled bitterly and said, "It's better to be free, Rhubarb is still waiting for me at home, if it is hungry, it will be unhappy." ”

Rhubarb is a dog, one leg is disabled, that year a family in the village saw that the female dog at home gave birth to a cripple, can not take care of the home and wanted to slaughter, was met by the teenager and finally begged to come.

The girl pouted and complained: "Hmph, I know your rhubarb, go and live with it for the rest of your life." ”

The young man touched her head and said comfortingly: "Good, I will go hunting in the mountains in the afternoon, and I will invite you to eat roast pheasants tomorrow." ”

The girl smiled: "A word is a certainty." ”

After the other party left, the boy put away the fishing rod and walked home against the fishing basket.

He is not in the village, but on the hill behind the village,

Ten years ago, during the flood, there was a child who was washed from the upper reaches of the flood, and the old hunter in the mountains was alone for most of his life, and he adopted him when he saw that the child liked him very much, but unfortunately he died of illness last year.

So now he lives alone.

The sound of the water that day was like thunder, deafening.

So his name is Kong Qianlei, and the former Orion has some articles in his stomach, which means the last three words of the cold into the valley and roaring Qianlei.

In summer, the mountains and forests are full of birdsong, and although the mountain breeze is slightly dry, the flowing water in the forest can also bring a touch of coolness.

Looking at the dense greenery in the mountains, Kong Qianlei suddenly felt a little thirsty, came to the stream and drank water, the entrance was sweet, and the cool feeling sank all the way down his throat into the secluded mansion in the dantian.

Youfu immediately fed back a rich aura, and the vitality grew rapidly, and soon it was connected end to end in the body.

Kong Qianlei didn't have time to be surprised, threw away the fish basket and sat by the stream, feeling the changes brought about by this strange power.

The sea of his consciousness was clear, and the external world disappeared from his perception, leaving only the world in his body, the clear water in the stream flowing silently, as if afraid to disturb him, just like the passing time.

Not only that, but even the restlessness of summer, the cry of birds, and the chirping of spirit insects in the mountains and fields have all disappeared, and the quiet and somewhat strange seem to not want to be real.

Time came to night in a blink of an eye,

Under the stars and moon, Kong Qianlei opened his eyes, and the voice of nature sounded again.

At this time, he is already a top grade in the spirit realm, and he is only one line away from completely opening the door of the secret mansion.

He didn't know where this opportunity came from, why it fell on him, could it be that saliva had such a wonderful effect?

In just one day, he went from the lower grade of the spirit to the top of the spirit.

This kind of cultivation speed is really amazing, presumably those inner mountain disciples in the fighting sect are not so fast.

In fact, even the disciples who closed the door didn't do it so quickly,

This is undoubtedly a breakthrough that can refresh the cultivation record of the human world.

Kong Qianlei picked up the fish basket, thinking that when he asked the village chief for an elixir tomorrow, he would be able to break through the realm.

He excitedly thought that he might be able to leave the village and go to the big city to find a sect to practice, or enter the court as an official to live up to this full stomach.

What he didn't know was that after he left, two figures appeared here,

One of them was dressed in a black robe and wore a hideous mask,

He stood there like a stone, and he couldn't feel any of his breath,

He is a demon monk, and like Zhao Haotian, he is a passerby.

The other person was a faint phantom, like a ghost in the mountains, looking a little terrifying.

"We discovered him a long time ago, and this young man's talent is among the best compared to those who are famous. What's more, now I've drunk Qiongxiao liquid again?"

The demon cultivator played with the porcelain vase in his hand and said, "I wanted to include him in the mountain gate and expand the inheritance of the main gate, but since you want me, how dare you hide it?"

His tone was very respectful, even though this phantom looked very weak, as if a gust of wind could blow it away, but the demon cultivator could still feel a huge pressure from him.

It comes from the fear of the unknown.

He couldn't understand why the other party had become like this and still survived?

The Phantom glanced at him, his gaze faint, like his current body, if that could be called a body.

Demon Xiu noticed that the other party's eyes were different from ordinary people, and the pupils in his eyes were vertical, not like human eyes.

Maybe it was because of these eyes, maybe it was some kind of Taoism, or maybe he already knew that the other party would let him do that...... Anyway, no matter why, he understood what the other party meant.

Kill all the people in that village.

He laughed a few times, then took out a pitch-black bead, pinched it lightly with his two fingers, attached it to the creek and dipped it gently, and then put it away.

The phantom watched him complete this action, and then he was relieved to "walk" in the direction Kong Qianlei left, more precisely, it should have floated away.

His body had no weight, so there was no wind in the flutter, but the grass and fallen leaves strangely parted to the side to make way for him.

Demon Xiu watched him leave, thinking about what the other party was going to do, and a slight chill in his heart actually rose some fear for no reason, and the gaze under the mask was still cold, but there was a little more puzzlement.

"I really don't understand why they are so committed to killing the geniuses of the Central Plains, even the Demon Sect in the North. Determining the future of the Central Plains is indeed of great benefit to the final plan, but the means are not clever, and the practice may not be effective. How many geniuses have been bred under the prosperity of cultivation, and these true geniuses are all under the strict protection of all forces, how can they be killed?"

Demon Xiu looked at the sea of stars, then looked into the distance, and muttered: "My Demon Dao originator has been reborn, what are we still afraid of......?"

He muttered to himself as he walked towards the village down the hill.

He wanted to stay here for a few days and see the images of those people dying.

......

......

After Chen Yingying came to Changming Sect, the people of Qingzhu Peak did not dare to let Meng'er Mountain go up again, because the other party came with a knife every time......

And Chen Yingying heard that the girl from the grassland carried an iron knife all day long under Qingzhu Peak, and sometimes learned from Ziyun Peak to sharpen her knife by the Qingxi Stream, and was so frightened that she didn't dare to go down the mountain.

Feng Xiaohan was very curious, how did this timid guy escape from the Shang Clan's guards, and where did he get the courage to pursue his dreams?

But what he wants to know more is what he wants to use to pursue his dreams.

When he asked, Chen Yingying firmly denied this, and at the same time blushed like a chili pepper drying outside the diner's house.

So Feng Xiaohan went to ask the big fat man Bai, because he had a similar experience.

The big white fat man also blushed and explained: "It's hard to say this kind of thing, some people are like this, they can't wipe their face with thin skin." Once the open secret is spoken, it will feel very embarrassing and embarrassing, so it is denied. ”

"Barely understood, but not very understood. ”

Feng Xiaohan thought for a while and said, "Then how did you do it?"

The big white fat man touched his fat face and said honestly: "Maybe it's because I'm thick-skinned." ”

Feng Xiaohan shook his head and said, "I'm asking how you pursue success. ”

"It's nothing, just trying to lose weight, practicing hard, and reading books seriously. Only by making yourself better can you be better for her, and only in this way can you move her. ”

The big white fat man smiled bitterly: "Actually, I haven't really succeeded, now we are only separated by a layer of paper, but no one dares to pierce it." ”

Feng Xiaohan said puzzledly: "Why?"

The big white fat man touched his head and said, "Maybe it's not time yet, we are young after all, and this kind of thing can't be rushed, and it's still very early for a Taoist couple or something." What's more, no one knows what the future holds. ”

Feng Xiaohan patted him on the shoulder and said, "I saw a sentence in a book that said this...... There will always be steamed buns, and everything will be fine. I feel like it can be used to comfort you. ”

The big white fat man said with a smile: "It's a simple truth, but it's very true." Thank you. ”

"We're friends, you're welcome. ”

Feng Xiaohan got up and was about to leave, when he suddenly thought of something, turned around and said: "If you can get a ranking in the top ten, even if you look at it, you will have a lot of gains, which may help you become a better version of yourself in your mouth." ”

The big white fat man thought about it very seriously, nodded and said, "Reasonable." ”

Feng Xiaohan said: "But the Ten Meetings will be next year, and the time is very urgent, so do you still want to learn the Pisces Sword?"

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Feng Xiaohan felt that Bai Da Fat's method made sense, but he was very stupid, and the protagonist in any book used more clever means than him.

But although the story in the book makes sense, it is not reality after all, and if you want to truly solve the problem of Chen Yingying and Meng'er, you must have a realistic method.

So he planned to go and see his dogleg again...... After all, no one is better at this than him.

It's not that he has a good relationship with Chen Yingying, or how enthusiastic he is, and he solves this kind of problem for him, but after all, these two people were recruited by themselves, and according to He Xirou, he must be responsible for these two people.

So he's going to settle this matter.

In fact, He Xirou's original intention was to let him "invite" Chen Yingying back to his hometown in Xuzhou, otherwise this person would never be happy here.

Feng Xiaohan doesn't know how these two girls became close friends in the boudoir, they have only known each other for a few days?

Is this what it sounds like, or something else?