On the bank of the stream, there was a large shallow beach covered with pebbles, and a man lay in it, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and even his breath was very weak.

The stream soaked half of his body, and several blue-shelled crabs crawled around him, one of which crawled directly on top of him.

For several days, the man was not able to wake up, but he did not die, he always kept a faint breath, and just lay here all the time.

I don't know how many times have passed, but one or two figures slowly walked from a distance.

The old man looked to be in his sixties, with a dark complexion, a hat on his head, a cloak on his head, and a fishing rod made of bamboo on his shoulder, and he walked a little uncoordinatedly, and seemed to have a slight limp in his left leg.

There was a girl of no more than ten years old, dressed in old clothes that had been sewn many times, barefoot, with a red face, and two pigtails on her head, kicking the stones under her feet from time to time.

The old man looked at his girl's really cheerful appearance, and there was a peaceful smile on his face.

Suddenly, the girl ran to the old man from the front with a panicked face, pulled Lao Rao's shirt and said, "There is a dead man in front!"

The old man's face changed, and he quickly squinted his eyes and looked ahead, and sure enough, he saw a motionless corpse.

The girl was frightened, but she still looked at it with a probe and seemed to be a little curious.

"Stay here, grandpa go and see. The old man said, put the bamboo pole aside, and walked over with a heart.

The girl nodded, although she was curious about the corpse, but it was a dead person after all, and she was still very scared and did not dare to follow closer.

The old man approached the corpse, and saw that the corpse was so young, that it looked like it was not even twenty years old, although the face was white and terrifying, but the appearance was very good.

The old man's face was gloomy, and he felt a little sorry, why did such a young and beautiful young man die here? Could it be that he encountered a disaster**?

However, the old man didn't think about it, he had lived most of his life, and it was not strange for this kind of person to die in the barren mountains and mountains.

"Alas, I died at a young age, and I blame the pitiful, so I will bury you, and let you be buried in the ground, so as not to be gnawed by the jackals and tigers on this mountain. After all, the old man had a good heart, so he decided to dig a pit to bury the young man's body, and then set up an anonymous monument for him, which could be regarded as accumulating virtue and doing good.

"Peace, come here. The old man beckoned to his granddaughter.

The girl called Ping'an was a little hesitant, but in her heart she still wanted to see the dead look, so she also walked closer.

"Gee, this guy is so good-looking. When Ping An saw the face of the corpse, he was a little surprised.

The old man smiled bitterly: "Don't look at it, grandpa is going to bury him." ”

"Oh. Ping An answered, and then helped the old man drag the body to the shore.

The old man found a place and began to dig with a hoe pinned to his waist, and the girl Ping'an felt very bored, so she went to the river to touch the fish and shrimp.

After digging for more than half an hour, the old man finally dug a decent dirt pit, and was so tired that he was sweating profusely.

However, after all, the old man had done manual work when he was young, and he was a hunter who had gone into the mountains to hunt, and even if he was old, his body and bones were still quite strong.

Wiping his sweat, the old man first muttered two words to the corpse, which was nothing more than something like letting you go to the ground for peace, reincarnating as soon as possible.

When he had finished talking, the old man pushed the corpse directly into the earthen pit, and then covered the earth, and covered it tightly, and deliberately surrounded the side with a circle of stones, and finally found a relatively smooth stone slab and stood in front of this earthen bag.

After doing this, the old man sat down next to the dirt pit to rest, looked up at the sky, and frowned slightly.

"It's going to rain heavily. The old man said to himself, for an old hunter who has lived in the mountains for so many years, when there will be wind and rain, when there will be a big sun, as long as you look at it, you can know.

In the mountains, rain is not a good thing, especially when there is thunder, it will disturb the wild beasts on the mountain to scurry around, and if you don't get it right, it will run into the house of the hunter.

When the old man was young, the family had several wild beasts from the mountains intruded into his family, and his father was shot to death by a blind bear frightened by thunder.

This is the fate of Orion, after a lifetime of hunting, it is very likely that he will die under the claws of those beasts.

The old man looked at his granddaughter, who was having fun by the river, holding two blue-shell crabs in both hands and smiling brightly.

Seeing his granddaughter having fun, the old man was also happy in his heart, and the big things were not as good as our granddaughter.

After resting enough, the old man went to pick up the fishing rod and fished by the river, because of his old age, the old man did not go into the mountains to hunt much, not only was it dangerous, but he was also worried that if he died in the mountains, what would happen to this fatherless granddaughter?

Therefore, the old man often takes his granddaughter down the mountain to the stream to fish, and as much as he can catch, as long as he is enough for his grandparents and grandchildren to eat.

"Grandpa, is there a dragon king in this water?" Ping'an squatted beside the old man and asked with a real face.

The old man paused for a moment and said with a smile: "The water here is too shallow, and it can't accommodate the Dragon Lord." ”

Ping'an pouted: "How big is that river to have a dragon lord?"

The old man thought for a moment: "It will take about ten rivers of this size to have them." ”

When Ping An heard this, his face was full of surprise: "Is there such a big river?"

The old man smiled, "Of course there is." ”

"Has Grandpa seen it?" Ping'an looked at his grandfather in surprise.

The old man was slightly embarrassed and scratched his head, he had never been out of the mountains a few times in his life, and the farthest was to a town more than a hundred miles away, where he had seen any big rivers.

"Of course Grandpa did. But after all, in front of his granddaughter, the old man still wants to save face.

Ping An chuckled, then held his chin with his hands, looked at the clear stream in front of him, and whispered, "I also want to see such a big river." ”

Although the old man is old, his ears are very bright, and when he hears his granddaughter's words, his heart is full of guilt.

He is just an old hunter who has no prospects, let alone seen the world, and he has been in this way all his life, but his granddaughter, does she want to be like herself, nesting in this poor mountain and bad water all her life?

With a light sigh, the old man was very hesitant in his heart, should he take his granddaughter to the outside of the mountain to have a look?

"Go home. ”

"Oh. ”

The night rain was pouring down, and the brand-new deserted grave not far from the stream suddenly moved. When Fang Lin crawled out of the tomb, a thunderclap happened to sound above the dome, and a flash of thunder light illuminated Fang Lin's pale face.

"My cultivation..." Fang Lin sat on the ground, covered in muddy water, looking quite embarrassed.

And what was most difficult for Fang Lin to accept was that he couldn't even feel the slightest fluctuation in his cultivation at the moment.

clenched his fist, his physical strength was still there, but the cultivation of the Great Immortal no longer existed, and he could not display it at all.

At this moment, Fang Lin couldn't fly in the air, couldn't perform any martial arts moves, and couldn't use any treasures.

The body is empty, and there is not a trace of cultivation left, just like an ordinary person who has never stepped into the path of martial arts, and there is no cherry blossom even in the lowest human yuan realm

"Why is this happening?" Fang Lin couldn't believe that he had only cultivated to the Great Immortal Realm with great difficulty, how could he cease to exist overnight?

Fang Lin sat under the night rain and thunder, his heart was full of shock, anger and anxiety, and his mood was complicated and uneasy.

It's like a rich man with a lot of money in his pocket, and suddenly he loses all his wealth overnight and becomes like a beggar on the street, and such a huge gap is simply unacceptable.

Fang Lin was in such a similar situation at this moment, from the world's top master who had the Great Immortal Cultivation, but suddenly lost all his cultivation, Fang Lin did not fall into madness, he was already in a very strong state of mind.

But Rao is a calm person, and it is impossible to be calm when encountering such a thing.

The night rain was thundering, Fang Lin finally settled down, took a deep breath, sat cross-legged in the mud, and tried to run the Jiuding Decision.

However, with this operation, Fang Lin sensed his own problems.

"Someone has sealed my cultivation!" Fang Lin's face was full of shock, he could feel that cultivation was not the kind that disappeared out of thin air, but that there was an unimaginable force that sealed Fang Lin's cultivation.

All the tricks, all the meridians, were completely blocked by this force, and there was not a single omission, suppressing Fang Lin's cultivation.

Even if Fang Lin forcibly operated, he could only make his body suffer, but he couldn't use the slightest bit of cultivation.

"What the hell is going on?I'm already in the Great Immortal Realm, even an immortal powerhouse can't seal my cultivation, why is this power so strong?" Fang Lin's eyes were gloomy, and he tried to break through the seal in his body again and again, but he was simply doing useless work.

Fang Lin recalled that he was chasing the mysterious person who had turned into an eyeball, and when he was about to catch up, the mysterious person suddenly disappeared, and then he seemed to have been hit by someone, and then he didn't know anything.

Until he woke up at this moment, Fang Lin didn't know how much time had passed, let alone where he was now.

The biggest question is why his cultivation has been sealed?

In Fang Lin's mind, the one who was most likely to seal his cultivation should be the mysterious person, but since this person had hidden such a strong strength, it was really a bit strange that he only sealed his cultivation without killing himself.

Fang Lin tried to use the communication jade slip to contact Dugu Nian, but although the Nine Palace Bag could be opened, none of the things inside could be used, even if it was the communication jade slip, there was no way to use it at all.

If Fang Lin still had a little bit of cultivation left, then he could use a lot of things, including the Transmission Jade Slip, but the problem was that Fang Lin couldn't even use a little bit of cultivation now, so naturally he couldn't use these things.

This made Fang Lin very depressed, but he had no choice but to put away the communication jade slip.

After checking his condition, there were no other abnormalities except that his cultivation was sealed, and there were no injuries.

However, although Fang Lin's cultivation was sealed, the true dragon immortal body still existed, and the physical body was not affected in any way because of the sealing of cultivation.

Yes, even if there is no cultivation, just with this physical body, not many people can threaten Fang Lin, but without cultivation after all, it still has a great impact, if he encounters a great immortal or an immortal powerhouse, then Fang Lin is estimated to be in danger.

"Who is that person?" Fang Lin's biggest doubt was the identity of the mysterious person that the eyeballs turned into.

Originally, Fang Lin had always thought that he was his enemy, he might be a powerhouse of the Hidden Killing Hall, a remnant of the ancients, or a master of the Sealed Sword Pavilion.

But if it was the enemy's words, then he should have died at the moment, but that person did not kill himself, but sealed his cultivation, this action really made Fang Lin feel puzzled.

He also began to wonder if this person was not an enemy, or was there some other incomprehensible intention and purpose?

In short, Fang Lin felt that things were a mess right now, especially after seeing the twelve murals from the 100,000 mountains and rivers, Fang Lin felt that he had approached a lot of truths, but after all, there was still a fog in front of him, making him unable to see the last layer of truth.

Heavy rain and thunder, this rain fell very much, the thunder also sounded for the whole night, the beasts in the mountains were all frightened by the thunder, at this moment the mountains and fields can hear bursts of wolf howling and tiger roaring, if ordinary people are in the cluster is estimated to be scared half to death.

But Fang Lin sat in the night rain but didn't realize it, and none of the beasts that were alarmed by the thunder dared to approach Fang Lin.

After all, although Fang Lin's cultivation was sealed, his strong physique was still there, and those fierce beasts could naturally sense that Fang Lin was not something they could provoke, so they naturally wouldn't come close to Fang Lin.

However, several of the hunters in the mountains were killed, and frightened beasts broke into the homes of the hunters, some were wounded by the beasts, and some were killed alive.

The old man and girl who buried Fang Lin as a corpse during the day were safe and sound, and they stayed at home all night peacefully, and there were no wild beasts to disturb them.

When the night passed, the beasts in the mountains who had been tossing all night finally calmed down.

In a wooden house on the mountainside, the old man and the girl sat around the fire, and in the stove there was a fish stew, and while the soup was boiling, the old man threw in some fresh wild mushrooms, which made the pot of fish soup delicious.

The girl stared at the fish in the pot, obviously salivating, and the old man looked at his granddaughter happily and said, "Don't worry, you can eat the fish later." ”

The girl named Ping An nodded her head, although she lived in the mountains and was used to eating all kinds of wild game in the mountains, her favorite was the fish soup cooked by her grandfather, which was delicious and delicious, and Ping An would be much happier every time she drank it.

At that moment, the sound of footsteps sounded outside the wooden house.

"Is anyone there?" Fang Lin stood outside the wooden house, covered in mud and looking as if he had crawled out of the mire.