When Xue Xiang arrived home, it was already dark, and the three children were not at home, so he touched into the kitchen, fried a pot of flower rice, mixed two sausages, and devoured them, squatting on the threshold blowing the evening breeze, holding a cigarette, facing the dark blue sky, his thoughts flew a little far, and then he had an inexplicable melancholy. ≥ ≥ ≥ Xiao ≥ said,

It seems that everything is fine, he is twenty-six years old, he has become a deputy hall, his favorite Hongyan has built a dazzling business empire for himself, and his net worth is rich enough to make 99.999 percent of the people on this planet envious, and his glamorous wife works smoothly in the European Division, although it is difficult to get together, the relationship between them is as stable as ever.

The younger brothers and sisters, gradually growing up, healthy and smart, do not need to worry about him as a big brother.

Really, everything looks good, but Xue Xiang can't be happy.

The evening breeze swept up the fallen leaves, and the tired birds spread their wings and left the branches, facing this vast courtyard, relying on the magnificent green mountains, Xue Xiang felt depressed.

Those who are gloomy ** are just farewell!

It is precisely because of the separation that the loneliness is added, this compound has never been as quiet as today, thinking of relatives and lovers in the distance and near places, who do not leave their thoughts.

In the final analysis, no matter how big the official is, Xue Laosan is still a warm man with a rich literary temperament in his bones.

Squatting on the threshold stone of Kuanda, after smoking a cigarette, Xue Laosan leaned against the door and closed his eyes in reverie, not like a vigorous young man, but like an old man who has reached the end of his old age.

Inexplicably haunted, Xue Laosan was suddenly very tired, very tired and tired, and unconsciously leaned on the door and fell asleep.

For Xue Laosan, this is an unprecedented mysterious realm, the crow on the old locust tree thirty meters outside the door has flown off, he doesn't know; The fish in the river jumped out of the level and hit the waves, and he didn't know it.

In the past, he was sleeping. These movements all entered his heart, but it was like a spring breeze caressing his face, and there were no waves in his heart.

But this time, he didn't know it at all, as if his divine consciousness had been shut down and the national art had collapsed. If someone was by his side at this moment, he would be able to find Xue Laosan's thin shirt, windless and automatic, bulging like a balloon that had been inflated, and the exposed skin seemed to be a small mouse, chasing around in the skin, beating so much that his whole skin seemed to be attached to the flesh, which was extremely weird and terrifying.

Originally. The cultivation of national art to Xue Laosan is already the pinnacle, and the sages have been counted, but it is only Damour, and legendary figures such as Zhang Sanfeng can be compared.

Dengping crosses the water, if the mountain flies, the iron becomes mud, and the flying flowers and leaves can hurt people. Almost to the point of myths and legends.

According to the Taoist cultivation theory, Xue Laosan has now reached the level of refining and refining qi. If you really continue to practice, no one knows whether you will practice Qi and return to emptiness, and whether you will practice Void and Merge Dao.

The only one who knows is that he is going to cultivate immortals and become ancestors, and call the Buddha a god. That's as easy as that.

It is precisely because Xue Xiang is in the realm of refining and refining qi that no one knows that his semen is either refined, or in the process of refining, and in the process of testing, it will die again and again. Almost survived.

This is also the fundamental reason why Xue Laosan has only planted but not harvested over the years.

But said that over the years, Xue Xiang's national art has been in a state of breaking the void and seeing the gods, there is no way to advance, there is no way to retreat, and he has maintained a state for a long time.

Throughout the ages, no one knows whether there are immortals or not, but because since ancient times, the national art is too difficult to practice, if you want to achieve great success and reach the current realm of Xue Xiang, it is Bodhidharma, and Sanfeng is also after the prime of life.

However, the gate of heaven will be closed before the age of thirty, and at that time, even if you cultivate the national art to a brilliant galaxy, it will be difficult to cross.

Like Xue Xiang, in the year of the weak crown, he reached the point of breaking the void, seeing the gods, and refining and refining the qi in an amazing manner, which is really one in ten thousand.

If Xue Laosan continues to practice like this, abandoning distracting thoughts, and only the Tao is one, no one dares to say for sure, whether this guy will cross the refining and refining qi, successfully reach the level of refining qi, cross the gap between mortal immortals, and achieve a land true immortal.

However, today's many coincidences, first of all, the day and President Liu's phone call, ** of the thought of arousing his blood surge, at this moment, home, parting with sorrow, gloomy**, under the ups and downs, the heart has been hurt, and the gate of heaven that is about to close is completely closed.

Since then, Xue Laosan has lost the opportunity to take a step forward and isolate the mortals.

What's even worse is that the closed gate of heaven is too unsuitable, this gentleman is in a dreamland, chaotic and ignorant, full of energy, blood boiling, if no one wakes up, tomorrow morning, Xue Laosan will definitely collapse in blood and blood, not dead and crippled.

As the old saying goes, Jiren has his own natural appearance, but it is very suitable to put it on Xue Laosan, just when Xue Laosan's skin was about to be burst by qi and blood, Didi two high-pitched horn sounds, in the gloomy night, it seemed extremely harsh, and then a strong pillar of light shone into the door, and suddenly, Xue Laosan woke up!

When he woke up, Xue Laosan was completely stunned, his blood was boiling, it was like boiling water, if it weren't for his solid internal organs and strong blood vessels, he was afraid that he would have burned to death.

Rubbing the ground, Xue Xiang bounced up and swept towards the backyard, turned the corner, jumped suddenly, flew out more than ten meters, and plunged into the back lake.

The shore of the lake is planted with giant trees, and the back reaches the towering Yutang Mountain, although it is the height of summer, the lake water is quiet and cool.

As soon as he entered the water, Xue Xiang's drowsy mind became clear, and the moment he entered the lake, he made a thousand catties fall, one foot was stuck in the mud, he pulled the fist fight, and he actually punched in the water, and he fought for half an hour, and the irritable blood was all in place, and Xue Laosan put his mind at ease.

The heart was settled, but Xue Laosan was strange, he couldn't figure out why his body reacted this way, raised land, and remembered that when he was still in Dejiang, at that time, in order to slaughter Qiu Yuejin, he single-handedly led the crash, was seriously injured and almost died, and after recovering, he found that his perception suddenly decreased but became keen.

That was the first time that his body had undergone uncontrollable changes, and since then, his qi and blood have been filling up every morning, and he has to take a few punches and kicks to calm down.

If it lasts for a long time, it can be considered a complete recovery.

Until today, there have been uncontrollable changes in his body for the second time, there have been these two times, and this time, it is extremely dangerous, as a national art master, no one realizes how evil Fang Cai's situation is better than him, if it is a few minutes late, it is really unimaginable.

But Xue Laosan couldn't figure it out, so he was in his heart, planning to ask Gu Changdao.

As everyone knows, even if he asked Gu Changdao, it was impossible to have an answer. (To be continued......)