Nie Fan and Yang Xuening were both immersed in their understanding, both of them had closed their eyes, their hair was dancing, their posture was straight, they were motionless, and it was the third day in a blink of an eye.

Nie Fan's room was filled with sword energy, and the black figures were densely packed, filling every corner of the room, and different moves danced together, silently, chaotic, and the scene was amazing.

In Yang Xuening's room, it was already icy and snowy, every raised place turned into an iceberg, and there were women in white practicing swords around, the sword shadow was fierce, the cold wind was bleak, and the invisible cold air was permeating.

"Grandma, my head hurts." Li Xiaodie, who was in the room, rubbed her head with her hands and came out with a pained face, looking at the old woman and muttering coquettishly.

The old woman was pruning a few pots of pale yellow flowers in the wood-paneled corridor at the back of the house, as if she hadn't heard Li Xiaodie's voice.

Seeing that Grandma ignored her, Li Xiaodie knew that she was angry, so she walked to the table with a bitter face and reached out to pick up the teapot.

"You'll hurt more if you drink it." Before Li Xiaodie could fall, the old woman's voice came out.

"Grandma, what should I do then, it really hurts......" Li Xiaodie rubbed her head vigorously and walked towards the old woman at the back of the house with a bitter face.

"Hmph, see if you dare next time!" The old woman couldn't bear it after all, so she turned around without waiting for her to come, looked at her, and said, "Go to the village chief's house and drink some sobering soup, and then go to sleep at their house, and come back when you wake up." ”

"Oh." Li Xiaodie knocked the door of her head with her right hand, listened to the old woman's words, and turned around and walked outside helplessly. She is not afraid of anyone in the whole village, but she is afraid of the village chief. If he knew that she had secretly drunk a big bowl of Grandpa Jiu's cellar, it would probably be indispensable to reprimand.

Just as the old woman watched Fluttershy go downstairs, she suddenly looked up at the eastern sky.

I saw that her eyes suddenly became deeper, and there were strange whirlpools turning, and a picture was reflected in her eyes.

In the void where I don't know how far away, there was a sudden disturbance, and an old man dressed in gray, with white hair, a calm expression, and a domineering gaze appeared in the void, and then took a step and walked straight in the direction of the village where she was. Each step crosses an extremely long distance, as if you are walking on a mountain.

The strange light in the old woman's eyes turned, and she regained her composure, sighed softly, and said to herself, "It's coming faster than I thought." ”

Just as she sat down and reached out to pick up the three things on the table, she suddenly was stunned again, and turned her head to look at the place just now.

The strange light in her eyes turned again, and another image appeared. I saw a ghostly little old man appear in the place where Zhoushan just came out, and as soon as he came out, he stretched out his head and looked around, with a pair of small eyes and a lewd look, which was simply a living version of the thief's eyebrows and rat eyes.

The old woman's eyes quickly regained her calmness, shook her head, and said, "The Lotus View has also fallen. ”

After speaking, she stretched out her hand and pulled the three things on the table in front of her, opened the package, lid, sealed the mud, and immediately timed, and all kinds of rich aromas overflowed.

The old woman put the two snow-white pills into the wine jar, and the ten scenes liquid were also poured into it, and then picked up the wine jar, shook it vigorously, and the more intense fragrance and aura overflowed, the old woman sniffed lightly, nodded with satisfaction, and covered the mud again.

The old woman sealed the mud, looked upstairs, and then turned and walked outside.

Because this is likely to be the last sacrifice in the barbarian court, the meeting will be extraordinarily grand and grand, so the time of the sacrifice is likely to be delayed, and there are too many things to be busy with, even she can't be idle.

Upstairs, Nie Fan and Yang Xuening were still in their understanding, ordinary landscape paintings, and unfathomable swordsmanship, which made the two of them unconsciously calm in it. The two of them are not so much comprehending the swordsmanship as they are comprehending the Tao in it.

These paintings must have been left by a supreme master, containing an incomparably wonderful Taoist rhyme, and all those who cultivate the Tao are eager for it.

Nie Fan's body is straight, his momentum is as powerful as a sword, he doesn't know when, and at the same time, there are seven black phantoms practicing swords, holding colorful long swords, flickering non-stop, faintly coherent, forming a set of silky and profound swordsmanship.

Yang Xue's pretty face was calm, and a little frost was stained on her body, making her more and more holy. There was a snow-white lotus flower in front of her and behind her, and there was a white figure on each lotus, constantly dancing.

There is no tendency to wake up, and they all fall into a deep understanding.

Zhoushan soon appeared above the stockade, he swept his eyes, didn't care, and walked directly to the sky-like mountain to the west.

As soon as he left, a dozen people in the small village looked up and saw him in the direction of the barbarian court. Before they could retract their gaze, another sneaky person was hiding in the void, but he couldn't escape their eyes, but he didn't stop it, but he sighed in his heart, there were not as many people who entered the village as today for thousands of years, and it was more and more confirmed that Grandma's words might soon come true.

"Let's get ready." In the meeting hall of the village chief's house, Grandma looked at a group of old men and said.

Seven or eight old men, including the village chief, glanced at each other and nodded, and the village chief, who had long hair and waist-length, said, "Then let the clansmen prepare and move to the East China Sea." ”

When several old men heard this, they all stood up and walked outside with different expressions.

"Grandma, those two little friends?" The village chief looked at the grandmother sitting beside him, and said with a hint of doubt in his eyes. This village chief is not big, no more than thirty households in total, Li Xiaodie brought back two guests naturally can't hide it from him, and Li Xiaodie borrowed the three treasures in the village, he naturally knows better.

"Something to do with me, with the old man." The old woman said, "I won't go to the East China Sea, I'm a little worried about the old man's side." ”

When the village chief heard the words 'old man', his heart was slightly awe-inspiring, and he hurriedly said: "Grandma, don't worry, I will bring the clansmen over safely." ”

"Hmm." The old woman also looked a little reluctant, looked at the room, and said, "Bring everything you can bring over." ”

The village chief also nodded, especially the old people, who had a deeper affection for this place, and they couldn't wait to move there together.

Boom, boom, boom

While the two were talking, suddenly, the wooden house shook, and an earthquake-like roar could be heard in the distance.

The two glanced at each other and didn't speak, knowing that it was the person just now who forcibly broke through the barbarian court's sealing array and wanted to enter.

"As soon as possible." The old woman stood up and walked outside on crutches.

The village chief quickly stood up and sent her out the door.

The old woman was on crutches, and soon returned to her wooden house, feeling the sword aura unconsciously emitted from it, and said with a smile: "Let's see if you can surpass me and the old man." ”

With that, she walked to her room, put down her crutches, and sat down on a quaint futon.

There was a roar from the west, and the people in the stockade were not surprised, they all knew that something big was about to happen, and they were all preparing for the sacrifice and the migration.

It wasn't until the fifth day that Nie Fan let out a long breath and opened his eyes. He had a gut feeling that this time it would be a hundred times harder than when he had just cultivated, all of it was mental, and he felt as if his spirit was about to collapse several times, if he hadn't been tough enough, he would have given up and opened his eyes.

But even so, he was still shocked the moment he opened his eyes. He found that his spirit was constantly depleted, and the true yuan in his body did not know when it would have already dissipated. At the same time, his realm has improved a lot, and the fourth layer of Qi cultivation that originally seemed to be out of reach, at this moment, he actually felt that it was a little bit worse, as long as he pierced the upper layer of membrane, he could break through smoothly.

"What a great swordsmanship." Nie Fan looked at the landscape paintings around him that still seemed ordinary, and couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice. True Yuan can be cultivated and replenished, and his spirit can also be cultivated, but he is not surprised that he has improved such a great realm in just a few days.

"If it's amazing, just watch it for a few more days." I don't know when, the old woman was already standing by Nie Fan's side, and handed over a large bowl of wine in her hand with a smile on her face.

As soon as Nie Fan was about to stand up, the old woman pressed one hand on his shoulder and said with a smile: "The old woman doesn't do loss-making business, you can rest assured that you can understand here." ”

Although Nie Fan also guessed that this senior should also need his help with something, he still bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, senior." ”

The old woman smiled and nodded, and said, "Take a sip every half an hour, don't drink too much." After speaking, he turned around and retreated, and walked towards Yang Xuening's room.

Nie Fan looked at the white water wine beside him, secretly exhaled, picked it up and took a sip.

As soon as he took a sip of wine, Nie Fan's face immediately changed slightly, and suddenly his body was straight, his eyes were closed, he was engrossed, his eyebrows were cold and resolute, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Nie Fan intuitively felt that a surging energy poured into his limbs, hot and hot, every inch of his body felt like it was penetrated by the blazing aura, and the whole person seemed to explode, his mouth, nostrils, and even pores were spraying a rich and fragrant hot air.

Nie Fan closed the pores of his whole body and was refining this energy with all his might. He knew that this was specially configured for them by the old woman, and it was used to supplement their true essence and spirit.

Yang Xuening was in a similar situation to Nie Fan, her originally cold pretty face was a little pale, her breath that had been calm was also slightly panting, and her clear eyes were still bright but could not hide her tiredness.

But after drinking the wine given by the old woman, her expression immediately perked up, and like Nie Fan, she closed her eyes and meditated wholeheartedly.

The old woman looked at the state of the two, nodded with a satisfied smile, and turned to walk downstairs.

To the west of the village, at the foot of the high mountain, Zhoushan slapped his hands on a sealed array in front of him, and immediately the mountains and rocks rolled, the ground shook and the mountains shook, and where he slapped his palm, an entrance quietly appeared.

Zhoushan did not hesitate at all, took a step directly, and rushed in in a flash.

"Thief, I smell the fragrance of treasures!" The thief king watched Zhoushan break open an entrance, and his eyes instantly widened, and the green glowed.

He cautiously glanced around again, and walked silently towards the entrance. (To be continued.) )