Zhao Yongchang looked at the white clouds under his feet, and the flying bird that flashed quickly on his side gradually came back to his senses, knowing that this was not a dream.

This immortal actually took him away just like that?

Zhao Yongchang hurriedly said: "Immortal, I didn't promise to be your apprentice, why did you just put me up like this?" Besides, my father and mother don't know what to cry at home, you are too sudden, ......and you are not prepared at all."

"If I knew this would happen, you should go and stay in the time map for a while. ”

The man interrupted Zhao Yongchang's words, and his sleeve robe waved, and he directly put Zhao Yongchang into his sleeve.

Zhao Yongchang saw the sleeve robe coming, and subconsciously closed his eyes.

After a long time, he didn't feel anything, Zhao Yongchang slowly opened his eyes, but was completely shocked by the scene in front of him.

In front of him, there was an ancient picture about two feet long and three feet wide, floating in the air, and his life was flashing on it.

From howling to babbling, from climbing a tree over a wall to skipping school and being beaten, from a rebellious teenager to gradually maturing.

From small to large, it is not bad at all.

Zhao Yongchang felt that he had come alive all over again.

The next moment, the picture turned, and what flashed on the painting was Ye Fan's life.

There are noisy parents, there are boring moments when teenagers read at night, there are loneliness, and there are laughter.

It's not bad at all.

Zhao Yongchang felt that he had lived for Ye Fan again.

The next moment, he saw an old master with a good head and a poor scripture, who had countless disciples in his life, but none of them could inherit his mantle, but they all peddled knowledge and became the villain who was mercenary. The master was angry and bloody, and he ended up depressed.

Later, Zhao Yongchang saw a court minister from a poor family, who had no wife and no children in his life. But the relatives in the family relied on their identity and power to harm one party, bullying men and women and doing all kinds of evil. He tried hard to persuade to no avail, and finally endured the pain and killed his relatives and brought all his relatives to justice.

After that, he saw another person.

It was a teenager who practiced swords.

looks only fourteen or fifteen years old, but his expression is extremely old-fashioned. He was dragging a long sword about his height and swinging it vigorously, sweat splashing but never stopping.

The picture turned again, and the boy had grown into an adult. His master participated in a game between sects, because the side he supported lost a defeat, he also followed his head in a different place, and the man looked at the master whose head rolled down to the cliff, and his face was still expressionless.

The picture flashed again, and it must have been a long time, but the man's face did not change at all, except that he was wearing an extremely long white robe.

He was dragging the sword he had used as a teenager, step by step towards the towering mountain opposite.

The Dayue Mountain Road is paved with bluestone steps and spirals upward.

The man dragged his sword into the mountain path and walked slowly but surely upward.

Between the bluestone mountain road, people kept rushing towards the man, and the man just slashed down with a sword, and the people who came were all in different places.

How high Dayue is and how long the mountain road is, Zhao Yongchang doesn't know.

He just knew that the man in the drawing was wielding a long sword to kill from early morning to night, from night to dusk, and the mountain road was covered with an extremely thick layer of blood, and the fairyland-like spiritual mountain was surrounded by blood red, and it looked like a land of demons and cults.

I don't know how long it took, and the man finally reached the top of the mountain. The white robe, which originally did not have a trace of variegation, was dyed blood red throughout, but he was always expressionless, just step by step, walking towards the frightened middle-aged man opposite.

The middle-aged man was saying something loudly with his mouth open, and Zhao Yongchang couldn't really hear it. The next moment, his head rolled to the side of his body, and he fell to the ground.

The man's hands trembled, and he threw his blood-stained sword down his body, standing still for a long time.

The picture flashed again, and the man was sitting cross-legged beside a middle-aged Confucian student, watching him talk to a person opposite, with a thoughtful look in his eyes from time to time.

At this moment, the drawings suddenly closed and floated in the air.

Zhao Yongchang stayed where he was, stunned.

He felt that he had lived three more lives.

Good and evil, right and wrong, life and death, black and white.

Zhao Yongchang watched a lot.

I don't see a single reason.

He was just thinking now that people have to have something different from others in their lives.

The white-robed man suddenly appeared beside Zhao Yongchang, looked at the speechless young man, and nodded with some satisfaction.

Then he whispered, "What are you thinking?"

If he drank it as a head, Zhao Yongchang was knocked back to his senses from his stunnedness.

Zhao Yongchang came back to his senses and said endlessly like pouring beans: "Immortal, what is that picture, why is it so magical, is it that everyone sees it on it? This looks at you and is very easy to talk, why did you kill so many people, I am scared when I look at it." But I really didn't expect that Ye Fan's kid was also afraid of crying noses, and he must laugh at him when he goes back. That's right, fairy, if I miss home, can I go back and see, my father and mother are reluctant to let me go, you don't know ...... before"

The man's face was gloomy and he tugged at the corners of his mouth.

I suddenly regretted accepting such a disciple in my heart.

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Although Ye Fan and the others were staying at the post station, in order to prevent accidents, several people still decided to take turns to keep vigil in case of accidents.

Ye Fan is no stranger to this, in the past, he helped those big families to watch the door, and in the middle of the night was the most likely time to be thieves, the young man had to cheer up to see good things, otherwise the money was not earned, but he would have to lose a lot of money.

So in the first half of the night, Liu Dapeng and Ye Fan were on duty together.

The young man felt very good, he had just stepped into the third realm, and he took this opportunity to familiarize himself with the golden pill in his body.

Ye Fan sat cross-legged, calmed down, and the aura in his body soon spread along the dantian to his limbs and five organs, looking like a dragon playing in the water, so unhappy.

When the aura reaches the golden pill, stop for a while, like a mountaineer who breathes halfway, so as to prepare for the next round of sprints.

It's just that when the aura flowed out of the golden pill, it was all contaminated with a trace of purple-gold aura, sacred and solemn, and it looked much better than ordinary aura.

The young man knew in his heart that it was the wisp of Haoran Qi in his body that was working.

Ye Fan looked inward, looking at the purple qi that was quietly standing in the dantian, and found that he was more familiar with it than before, and he was more handy when manipulating.

The young man opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbidity, stood up, jumped lightly a few times, quickly turned his head to look, and saw Liu Dapeng walking out of the house, carrying more than ten long swords in both hands, all of which were the ones that Ye Fan had borrowed from everyone before.

Liu Dapeng walked up to Ye Fan, placed the long sword on the ground, and laughed softly: "Brother Ye Fan, the sword is not bad here." It is worthy of being a high-level flying sword, which is really comfortable to use, much sharper than our steel sword, and it will cost a lot of money at a glance. ”

Ye Fan replied with a smile: "If Brother Liu likes it, I can give you a handful." ”

Liu Dapeng waved his hand, "A martial artist, isn't it a tyrannical thing to use this kind of immortal spirit weapon, it's enough to have a knife with you." ”

Seeing this, Ye Fan didn't insist on giving it.

After chatting with Ye Fan for a few words, Liu Dapeng got up to get some firewood, saying that he was preparing to build a fire for warning.

In fact, Ye Fan had already discovered that Liu Dapeng was extremely careful and leaky, according to Li Qingfeng, he was simply more stable than the most experienced Jianghu people.

Ye Fan has a deep understanding of this, for example, when he went into the mountains to clean up weeds and dead branches before, Liu Dapeng cut the grass very low, and picked up the dead branches very finely, just for fear of scratching the little girl. For example, when he rests and eats halfway, the man will always distribute the food very fairly, and even Chen Jingyan can't say anything.

For all this, Ye Fan saw it in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

It's all in mind.

The firewood was quickly carried over, and Ye Fan also went to help, and it didn't take long for the bonfire to burn.

Liu Dapeng took off his cotton clothes outside, stood by the bonfire and slowly punched, actually hitting a boxing pile.

Ye Fan felt very interesting, and gradually straightened his eyes.

Liu Dapeng didn't care about this, and just boxed silently.

After beating the fist pile dozens of times, Liu Dapeng exhaled lightly and withdrew the fist.

Ye Fan asked curiously: "Brother Liu, your boxing looks so slow, is it really useful when you catch and fight against people?"

Liu Dapeng sat beside Ye Fan, added some firewood to the fire, and said with a smile: "Although I have a cultivation of the Three Realms, my aura is thin, and at best I can only say that I am a martial artist, and we are not the same." The strength of the martial arts practitioner is secondary, and the most important thing is the qi and will. Brother Ye Fan, you are a person in cultivation, you don't know, when I wait for martial artists to practice boxing, I mainly feel the flow of qi in the body, and feel the fist intent when each punch is thrown out and withdrawn, which is very beneficial to my own body and body. ”

Ye Fan clenched his fists and said with a smile: "The kid has been taught." ”

Liu Dapeng waved his hand, indicating that he was not polite.

After saying this, the two of them all began to be silent, and by the moonlight and firelight, they turned their heads to look at the scenery on the Broken Water Mountain and the Guliu River.

Ye Fan felt it and muttered: "The mountains are wide and clear, and the rivers are shocked. ”

Liu Dapeng said with a smile: "I didn't expect Brother Ye Fan to be a talent. ”

Ye Fan said with a smile: "What the ancients wrote, I just borrowed flowers to offer Buddha." ”

Looking at the red-faced young man who was reflected in the firelight, Liu Dapeng wanted to say something for those people.

It's just that after so many years of going south and north, Liu Dapeng naturally remembered these four words.

So there are things he can't say.

Like what he wants to say now.

But if you think about it, you don't have to say it yourself, this teenager who doesn't look like a teenager in some places at all, like a mirror in his heart, has a number.

Late at night, Duan Xiaomo and Wei Cheng came to work, but Ye Fan and Liu Dapeng were not sleepy, so they didn't let them come to replace them and stayed all night.

The bonfire was gradually extinguished.

Nothing happened overnight.

The sky was bright, and Ye Fan began to meditate. As the sun rises, the purest aura in heaven and earth slowly appears, and the boy doesn't want to miss this opportunity.

After breakfast, the group began to prepare to go up the mountain to take things down.

It took half an hour, and more than a dozen people finally moved all the materials abandoned in the mountains. Only then did everyone begin to set off and head north along the Guliu River.

Ye Fan was dressed in white, with fluttering sleeves, looking very stylish.