Back in the lonely mountain, Yun Fan checked his body, he found that every time he acted, his body was not as coordinated as before, there was more of a sense of clumsiness, and he was very tired, martial arts cultivators, unless it was after the big battle, or when condensing the formation, or alchemy and other sub-professions, they would consume a lot of mental power, and now they are just walking simply, but they are very tired. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But I didn't think much about it, thinking it was just because of the injury.

Cultivation is a combination of work and rest, Yun Fan practiced sword practice, which is indispensable, and cultivating together is also like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

The old tree is a companion, Yun Fan finds two old trees from time to time to greet him, although many people don't understand, but these two trees can be said to be Yun Fan's most loyal friends, although Yun Fan planted them himself, but now he just wants two trees to be his companion, express his feelings, and complain, which is fine.

Yun Fan also bought a few pots of fine wine, in fact, Yun Fan didn't like wine, but the name of the wine made him can't help but buy: "Drunk Acacia"

Yun Fan danced the sword while drinking, reciting a few small poems from time to time, the swordsmanship of the dance is undoubtedly the eternal sword persistence, a beautiful woman appeared, wearing a red dress, closed the moon and shy flowers, like a goddess in the nine heavens

"I wanted to share the white head with you

Family affection is difficult to reconcile

Don't complain about making people

only sighs and has a thin life

Heartbroken, heartbroken, heartbroken

The edge is shallow, the edge is deep, and the sky is by

I wish we would be miserable in this world

In exchange for continuing the mandarin duck in the next life"

Yun Fan remembered the poem that Wang Yun'er chanted when he left, and now Yun Fan only sighed, maybe he really shouldn't go to another world, otherwise everything will be fine. He wanted to hug the woman who had evolved from the swordsmanship, but found that there was only a phantom, sighed, sat under the old tree, and made Yuxiao. Yun Fan was extremely proficient in music and rhythm in his previous life, which attracted many women to listen to it obsessively, but Yun Fan only played for one person in his first life, and now he is really alone.

The autumn breeze is blowing, and a few dead leaves have created Mu Xiao's success, and the jade Xiao carved by Yun Fan with a knife is of great significance to Yun Fan, after all, he has always bought it casually, and now he is doing it himself, it is inevitable that he will be a little happy

The wood is not particularly good, stinging his lips, Yun Fan took out a few drops of strange water obtained in the Tower of Babel, a drop of water may not be useful, but this one is different, this is the Heaven and Earth Creation Water that can improve any grade.

"One drop of ten thousand years of knots, one drop of ten thousand years of repair"

This is the highest state of heaven and earth to create water, and this drop of water has at least 100,000 years of cultivation, all things have spirits, but weapons have no spirits, so heaven and earth create water, it is the spirit of weapons!

Yun Fan gave Mu Xiao the Heaven and Earth Creation Water to make people feel very extravagant, but Yun Fan didn't mind, because he still had a few drops of higher vintage

After Mu Xiao dripped into the water of heaven and earth, he flew into the sky, spinning constantly, and the bumper harvest was accompanied by a faint Xiao sound, a burst of inexplicable beauty

Mu Xiao is undergoing some kind of unique transformation, the wood can be seen changing with the naked eye, it doesn't seem to be as rough as just now, it seems to have spirituality, Xiao looked at Yun Fan, Yun Fan smiled and signaled, let it be active, Xiao Sheng became happy, the corners of Yun Fan's mouth raised, and the smile was overflowing.

The tactful, melodious and crisp Xiao Sheng seemed to tell Yun Fan that it had become useful, don't stab Yun Fan's lips, and the voice would not be less beautiful and crisp, more harmful.

In the past, Mu Xiao said that the wind blowing the closed doors and windows would produce a sound like a ghost's cry, but now, it is comparable to the singing of a lark, and Rao is Yunfan is also immersed in it and can't extricate himself

The rhythm played was like a beating elf, and the laughter of "giggling" shocked Yun Fan's heart, and while praising the strength of heaven and earth to create water, he sighed that Xiao also had feelings.

Xiao fell into Yun Fan's hands, Yun Fan stroked the smoothness of Mu Xiao, this wood is comparable to dragon whisker wood, Mu Xiao is like a child who has not grown up, rubbing Yun Fan's palm around, not to mention, Yun Fan leans back against the dead tree, laughs at a stream under the mountain, says that it is a stream, in fact, it is just a pool of water, but there are flowers around, Yun Fan is like a hermit at the moment, living in a wooden house, blowing Mu Xiao, leaning on a lonely tree, enjoying a small pool.

Yun Fan sat on the tree, closed his eyes, and blew out the sound of empty and desperate situation, as if he was about to leave.

The sound is tactful, the sound of the flute is gradually loud, just like the blower is blowing on the one hand, and the other side is slowly approaching, the sound of the flute is clear and beautiful, high and low, light and flickering, low to the extreme, after a few circles, and then low again, although extremely low and very thin, each syllable is still clearly audible. Gradually, there are occasional pearls and jade jumps in the bass, crisp and short, one after another, the complex sound gradually increases, first such as the splash of the spring, and then such as the group of flowers competing for beauty, the flowers are clustered, and there are more intermittent bird words, he sings I and, gradually the birds leave, the spring remnants of the flowers fall, but the sound of the rain Xiao Xiao, a desolate and killing elephant, drizzle, if there is nothing.

A gust of wind blew, and the sound of a flute floated out of the lonely mountain. Before, there was no music in this lonely mountain, only the sound of insects. The sound of the flute is sandwiched with the breath of the ice spring, suddenly like the waves advancing layer by layer, suddenly like snowflakes flying, suddenly like a whirlwind in the canyon, rushing upward, suddenly like the Milky Way flowing quietly in the middle of the night......

A woman walked over, it was undoubtedly Bai Jianzhen, Bai Jianzhen sat quietly beside Yun Fan, looking at Yun Fan's focused expression, the deer slammed into each other.

Yun Fan finished the song before he realized Bai Jianzhen beside him, and nodded to signal her arrival

"You're Yun Zu, right?" Bai Jian really didn't know why he knew, and Yun Ancestor was undoubtedly the ancestor of the Heavenly Sect, who was also Yun Fan in his previous life.

"Yes, but the Yun Zu you said is dead, only Yun Fan is gone." Yun Fan chuckled, stroked Bai Jianzhen's hair, and then lay down to look at Liuyun and enjoy this unique beauty

"It's good to be dead, it's good to be dead, I wish he was dead." Bai Jian really pursed his mouth, this appearance made Yun Fan sneer for a while, but his forehead turned black.

"What is called dead well, how do you speak, I'm just giving an example." Yun Fan explained with a light smile, after all, when others say that it is good to die, it is inevitable that they will get excited

"He's dead, but his heart is still there." Bai Jianzhen looked at Mu Xiao in Yun Fan's hand.

Seeing Bai Jianzhen's appearance, Yun Fan still didn't know Bai Jianzhen's thoughts, but Yun Fan had a heart.

"The wind is cold, it's really a good song, and there are people who blow the flute, and they rely on the song to harmonize it. His voice whined, such as resentment, such as crying, how lonely and proud you are, to express it like this. Bai Jianzhen looked at Yun Fan's slashing face, and felt that although it was not far away, Bai Jianzhen felt like isolating Tianchuan, Yun Fan was extremely dazzling, so dazzling that she couldn't see clearly.

"It's also a great thing to have a confidante to listen, it's rare for someone to understand me, although I was once in a situation, but now I'm embarrassed." Yun Fan picked up the wine that was set aside and drank it in a big gulp.

"That's not embarrassment, it's the waiting of the beast, he doesn't come out, it's amazing, he used to be a king, it's impossible to say it, even if there is more vicissitudes on his face, but he has replaced the young and frivolous." Bai Jianzhen looked at Yun Fan's frustration of failing to break into the sky, and his heart ached, even if Bai Jianzhen was extremely cold and arrogant, but some people were willing to let her let go of her arrogant character, pay silently for that person, and give him the only warmth she had, and this person was Yun Fan.

"The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return" Yun Fan sighed, looking at his young and frivolous at the beginning, thinking that he was invincible, although he was the enemy of the world and was admired by countless people, but he was embarrassed, and the taste of being chased and killed was not comfortable, and he was chased when he went out from time to time, and Yun Fan also said forget it

Yun Fan used to be young and frivolous for many years for fame and fortune, and only Leng Jian was by his side. When the underlying forces still exist, Yun Fan's battlefield for the world still does not stop, and some of the brothers next to him beheaded the generals, or died for Yun Fan's battle, but they said with a smile. He got the glory and gave up how much he knew best.

But if you choose to fight on the throne, there is no way back, and you can pass all the way. The general was sometimes seriously injured and even on the verge of death, but the thief just didn't let him leave early, and his hands were stained with blood but he couldn't block the direction, and he was called "the free demon king" by countless people! From the time he single-handedly went until he became the emperor, he asked himself what he had gained besides fame and fortune, gave up his brother in his previous life, and Hongyan, and got this ethereal thing.

Although some brothers have betrayed for their own interests, most of them are still around, and they are ready to fight for Yun Fan again in all directions, but the brothers who have fought for many years are not cold, whether they are good in the imperial realm!

Some brothers and friends persuaded Yun Fan to live a safe life, stop fighting with the emperors, and don't fight with the forces of countless years, in exchange for only Yun Fan's shouting, he could only leave, and in the end, he was the only one sitting on the lonely mountain!

Yun Fan used to be a generation of heroes, and he was also a man who wanted to become above the Nine Heavens with a momentum like a rainbow, and he fought with the peak of the underlying forces, and countless people looked forward to it, but Yun Fan died in the battle for milky white beads, leaving behind countless familiar roars, which was the cry of Yun Fan when he got the glory, telling him the glory he got in the imperial realm!

Although he fought all his life in his previous life, endless calculations, roared at the sky, and the sky trembled, but now he is alone for so long, only accompanied by the heirs of the old man in his previous life, he has killed countless enemies, and countless ancient tombs have been erected, but now he can't go to worship, how many people can remember after his death after the ten thousand years of conquest, once stood proudly in the sky, and now he is lonely and, once a cold sword finger, countless brothers are his front spears, and he fights for Yun Fan, but now it has disappeared, Yun Fan's eyes are full of tears, and Yun Fan is silently standing in his heart against the sky. In this life, he must give an account to the former holy general and his old friends! Sigh

"Ten thousand years of life and death are boundless. Don't think about it, it's unforgettable, girl, you're still a little tender. Yun Fan jokingly said to Bai Jianzhen, but he didn't think that what Bai Jianzhen said was wrong, after all, he was really too proud, once he was frustrated, frustration would make him silent for a long time, and at this time, someone needed to enlighten him, Wang Yun'er tens of thousands of years ago, Bai Jianzhen tens of thousands of years later, Yun Fan sighed and played Mu Xiao again

Mu Xiao's Xiao voice outlined the memories of the past, Wang Yun'er's kindness, her cold arrogance, her dedication, her tolerance, she was beautiful in Yun Fan's heart, but Yun Fan carried her, left alone and left her alone to spend alone in the ruthless night, Yun Fan's heart suddenly trembled, a cold feeling made Mu Xiao become sad, Bai Jianzhen held the wooden sword in his hand, and danced the sword for Yun Fan.

The white sword really danced is Yun Fan's swordsmanship taught by her that day, and the blooming green lotus appeared in the lonely mountain, but there was no trace of harm, only beauty, this is the superb sword, the sword can be a million corpses, and it can be tender like water, this is the king of weapons "sword!" ”

Qinglian symbolizes purity, symbolizes beauty, countless wise people praise it, Yunfan blows, the white sword really dances the sword, which makes people envious like a fairy couple, but those who understand things know that it is just a dream