Half a month later, Feng Xiaohan looked at the barren mountains in the distance and was silent.

The aura here is so rich that it is unimaginable, and it is close to the aura of the twilight of Zizhu Courtyard, and it is impossible to say that it will be cultivated here, but it will be countless times faster than other places.

Why is the Middle Boundary Mountain so desolate?

And there are no tribes living in them.

Meng'er saw his doubts and explained, "It is said that here, it can erode the Dao heart. ”

The stability of the Dao mind is an extremely important matter for practitioners. Many people are even willing to sacrifice their lives in pursuit of true inner peace, just to see the scenery of that moment.

Feng Xiaohan thought about this question and asked, "You practiced the method of turning a sword into a lotus here, so you didn't worry about it?"

Meng'er said: "That old man is very magical, maybe he has a powerful magic weapon, in short, there is no need to worry about this by his side." ”

Feng Xiaohan nodded slightly.

The barren mountain is ten miles away, it seems that because the mountain is very desolate, even the snow does not like it, and the snow in front of the two of them suddenly became shorter somewhere, forming a line, which is very abrupt, like a cake being neatly cut in half.

Feng Xiaohan looked at that heart and felt something.

There was a line at the top of the Beacon Volcano, and there was also a line in the snow area of the ruins, and now there was another line in front of him.

These three lines all represent a realm, the inner and outer sides are distinct, there may be a way to survive in it, he has suffered countless hardships when he stepped into it before, is it the same this time?

If he could, Feng Xiaohan would never want to see a similar boundary again, let alone step on it. It's not that I'm afraid, I'm just bored.

But he couldn't,

Because he still wants to live.

It's not that I'm afraid of death,

There was no such thing as a peaceful death in his consciousness.

"Let's go. ”

Feng Xiaohan carried the barren sword on his back and walked towards the barren mountain, Meng'er followed behind him, and the lotus flower on his waist swayed gently.

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A line of dust stared at the silver flower in front of him, the fanaticism in his eyes was still unabated, he forgot to sleep and eat, and he didn't know how much time he would live.

It wasn't until my eyes became astringent that I came back to my senses and it was time to rest.

Different from the realm of seclusion and retreat, he contemplates things and seeks the realm of the holy realm with the Dao method, which consumes his divine consciousness very much, and three consecutive years of retreat is the limit.

He glanced at Yinhua and let out a slight sigh.

How many years have it been since the first incarnation?

The sparks that sputter out from time to time between the silver petals hide the supreme reason, and the moment each spark explodes, it means a change of heaven.

Closing his eyes and resting shows that he will miss many moments.

The master said that by understanding these changes, corroborating them with the Tao and the Dharma he has learned throughout his life, and interpreting the mysteries of heaven and earth with his own yin and yang qi, he can comprehend the power of the law and become holy.

This is what we call sanctification.

In those moments, there is very likely to be an opportunity to help him break through the bottleneck, how can a glimmer of dust be willing to give up?

But he must rest and warm his senses, otherwise he will not be able to catch it.

So Yichen closed his eyes and recuperated, not thinking about the fire trees and silver flowers, listening to the falling snow outside the cave, and enjoying the real peace.

It was the most pleasant time he had in years.

But the next moment, he frowned, because the wind and snow were disrupted by two breaths, and the horse's hooves fell into the snow with a rhythmic slight sound, leaving a string of footprints.

It's like a person who is in the middle of a landscape drawing, and suddenly finds that the extremely incongruous lines of the Tao break the beauty of the whole painting.

This is unthinkable in the absolute calm of the Boundary Mountain.

A line of dust doesn't like to be disturbed, especially when he's resting, which is even more infuriating than interrupting him to look at the flowers.

The old man only has such a comfortable time every few years, first the stupid crane of the old guy Guo, and now there are two of them.

Thinking of the little girl a few years ago, and the sword saint even a long time ago, a line of dust thought to himself that many people came to this place where birds don't, could it be that now the taste of people in the outside world has become heavier?

Do you want to move again?

But moving was too much trouble, and he wouldn't want to do that unless he had to.

After a while, Yichen's eyes opened, his brows were still slightly furrowed, but the tail of his eyebrows was slightly provoked, a little surprised.

The Middle Boundary Mountain is a barren mountain, but the mountain is high and steep, making it difficult to climb.

Moreover, under the influence of some kind of force in this mountain, it will slowly erode the Dao heart, making people irritable and irritable, and it is easy to go mad over time.

This is not a secret in the human world, and everyone knows it on the grassland, even if they pass by, they will only bypass in that wasteland, how can anyone go straight to this mountain?

His eyes fell on the paper next to the futon, and then he remembered that the last time the crane brought news, saying that a young man had come from afar to ask for advice on how to live.

A line of dust's brows furrowed even tighter, thinking to himself his way of life, how could I know?

He let out a divine thought, and everything within a ten-mile radius of the Middle Boundary Mountain appeared in his mind.

A young man and woman, riding date horses, appeared on the grassland.

That little girl, why is she so familiar?

Seems to have been seen somewhere.

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Feng Xiaohan looked at Gao Shan and said, "He knows we're coming." ”

Meng'er said: "Seeing Zhongjie Mountain, it means that the grassland has already walked halfway. ”

She also crossed the steppe and was worshipped by 10,000 people, but it was a parade of saints once every few years in the Union. Sleeping in the starry sky, fighting wolves and breaking through the wind and snow is the first time, and it is undoubtedly a novel experience.

But for Feng Xiaohan, this is familiar.

The more the two of them moved forward, the clearer the perception of the first line of dust became.

It wasn't until the eyelashes of her eyebrows and eyes were counted clearly that he finally realized that this was the little doll who gave him a candy that year.

A ray of dust has been isolated from the world for so long that I have forgotten the fact that children will continue to grow up.

Thinking of that delicious candy, the corners of Yichen's mouth curled into a smile, and he habitually wanted to touch his beard, but then his hand froze in mid-air.

Along with the sweetness in her eyes, there are also painful memories of being grabbed by that little girl and used her beard as a swing.

The degree of pain in which the beard was pulled off was comparable to the despair of cultivating the avenue of penance.

"The little girl has a very high status in the grassland, the last time the Holy Maiden paraded was when she sneaked to me, there are at least a thousand people outside looking for her, why are they just the two of them this time?"

A glimmer of dust thought to himself: "How did these two little things get together?"

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The heavy snow in the grassland continued for several days, the clouds were very thick, and the sky and the earth were gray and vast, and it was extremely oppressive.

Meng'er looked at the top of the mountain, pointed to an inconspicuous location, and said, "He's right there." ”

Feng Xiaohan looked up, only to see that the cliff was steep, no less than a hundred zhang high, and it was more difficult to climb after attaching a slight snow, and then remembered one thing and glanced at Meng'er.

Meng'er stuck out her little tongue and said with a smile: "I went up on the other side of the mountain back then, and the terrain there was quite gentle. ”

The two of them are located on the south side of the Middle Boundary Mountain, and Meng'er went up the mountain from the north when she was young.

If you detour, you will continue for another two days.

The quickest way is to climb straight up.

"Climb up this cliff and go around a group of rocks, and the cave is behind a boulder. ”

Meng'er paused and said, "Why don't we go around to the north, anyway, it's already here, it's not bad for two days, speed up and get there in one day, how about it?"

Feng Xiaohan shook his head and said, "It's not good, I'm in a hurry." ”

In the spring and autumn seasons of the wilderness, the most are the lofty mountains.

In those years, he climbed many times for the sake of compact poultry and animal meat.