He didn't eat for three days and two nights.

There is Mount Meru in the South China Sea, and he had been there several years ago.

After passing through Mount Meru, there is the Smoke City, where he encounters a water monster, a bagpipe, an old man, and a person who inexplicably resembles him.

I didn't expect that after so long, the Sumeru Mountain Realm would be barren and become like this.

He had eaten a full meal at a family on the mountainside early, and then went forward with a light blue baggage.

fell off the cliff with one foot, just like Qiao Nan fell into the wind and cliff valley in his previous life.

In the depths of the cliff, there is a large area of lilies with jade blue, Ye Ye is windy, but there is no fragrance.

Slightly scratched by the grass and trees on the cliff, he flew to the rock, rubbed against the rather steep and winding edge, and finally settled on a pond stone.

It rained last night, and the night rain was wet, but fortunately his eyes and hands were fast, so he didn't slip, otherwise, I'm afraid his life would be in danger, and his head and skull hit the round egg-like blue ink-colored meteorite directly below.

is another old man who is quite immortal, dressed in green clothes, like an empty valley orchid.

The lotus flower was in full bloom in his place, and the ripples that fell down were all Manshu Sawa on the Huangquan Road, and the fiery red filled his eyes.

Presumably he was the old man from a few years ago, and after a few years of cultivation, he had become an earth immortal.

And a few years ago, he was just a century-old stone bridge in Wind and Smoke City.

The surroundings are full of greenery, but there is no ray of sunshine down, and the fog here is like a fairyland of Yaochi, and it is full of adventure and horror like an underworld.

I couldn't help but feel a shiver rushing out of the pouring water's heart, thumping, and tense.

The old man's withered fingers were like strings in a bow, ready to point to a light gray mist, where the door of rebirth was the only way to find anything the world wanted.

The old man was silent, but he had already made his way clear.

Pouring water followed the guidance of the old man's gaze, and stepped through the shallow stream with shisha at the top in blue-gray boots...... The mist goes up and down, one after another, I am afraid that someone will lead the cloth to make trouble, and I can't see the things in the three directions around me clearly, so I can only barely figure out the outline, but the green bean grains that reflect the hole in the front end of the eyes are very eye-catching.

A point of light the size of a bean gradually appeared in front of his eyes.

There is nothing in the cave (cave), and this is also a meditation place in the middle of the cliff.

Tens of thousands of meditators have passed away here, and they have returned to immortals.

The mist was still lingering, just like the gloomy clouds on the brow.

He sat down, drew the ground as a prison, sat on the ground as a rosette, closed his eyes and listened.

Don't listen to the direction of the wind and capture the silk shadow, don't peep at the scene of everything withering and decaying at any time, just find out the quiet world in your heart.

A blooming manju sawa blooms in his heart, and he will be the second guide for the time being.

The opening of the Xuanjie Method brought out tens of thousands of warbler feathers, and he jumped and took only one plant.

A flash of inspiration, and then the inspiration retracted, shrunk into a small black bean, and finally became disillusioned.

It is said that the warbler feather and the dew are mashed together, and it can be turned into a bowl of Meng Po soup, and after drinking the Meng Po soup, you can be reborn. Thousands of lonely souls and wild ghosts were born from this, and those tens of millions of Manjush Sawai were formed.

Thousands of times, some good thoughts still exist, remove the filth, rise from the mist to the cliff, sink the good water into one after another holy lilies.

Listening to what this mountain man said, I don't know if it's true or not.

Anyway...... He listened to it, so let's give it a try.

He drank what the world calls Mengpo soup, and there was no hindrance.

The next step is to go down the mountain.

In order to make the map fast, only the clouds and fog were lifted, and they arrived at the same place, which was the pool stone, the algae were soft, and they swept and fluttered at the bottom.

After this trip, he was naturally contaminated with a lot of fairy energy.

and the white garments became holy from filth.

He touched the water, probed the wind blowing from the mountain pass and the falling sun, he was in a good mood, played a jade flute, and the sound of dark flying pierced the cliff.

The fish fanned the tail and fins of the fish, golden and shining, glowing with a ghostly light, and he suddenly remembered the life when he was Xiao Nan......

The fish's mouth was loose and gurgling, and it spat out an astonishing series of blisters that opened his slender onion-like fingers.

I can't help but think of Xiaoyu's face when she was young......

And in the Longyu Pavilion, under the ginseng wood coil, the red tassel brocade fluttered back and swayed, and the bell rang.

Several female disciples, dressed in red, returned from learning from the Red Snow Pavilion's ancestor, the Purple Sword Pavilion.

Practice a skill that can't be eliminated in a short time.

They were like birdmen with plump wings, but the wings were heavy, and they were overwhelmed.

One by one, they rose into the air and fled under the canopy of the ginseng tree, and what shone was the crisp bell in a row, and the glazed jade was glowing.

The red clothes fell like rain and fell to the ground.

They never had the talent to comprehend. They want to learn the skills of the red-clothed actress, but they can't learn it deeply.

Smile bitterly and move, turning into a resentful lovesickness in my heart, and spring mud is more sorrowful for flowers.

Mo Yan returned, and a few days ago he went to the land where the lynx trapped the beast was caged.

When he came back, Fang saw that Ye Fengzhu was almost better.

It's just still obscured by a dark curtain. And Shun

After three days of mashing and quenching, she naturally got better.

It doesn't look at who provided the formula for the red-clothed Youling, every step of the details must be done according to his instructions, and there is no room for error.

An emergency meeting was held in the Four Seas State, and He Xiong was the boss of the Four Seas State, but many years ago, there was someone else who was the leader, so the reason why Mo Yan came to the Four Seas State was not because of He Xiong, but because of the person who had been many years ago.

It's just that the years are grinding, everything has changed, and time flies like a shuttle in order to hide the momentum of stealing the bell.

"Stop singing!" The red-clothed Youling shouted.

Ling'er was humming a light song.

She was naturally worried about Shui Ran's brother's affairs, but now this red-clothed Youling was not her, but a white-bearded swordsman who had exchanged her body and soul with Ye Feng.

She was going to brush up on the thousands of strands of beard...... But no, none of the tails remained, they all dissipated and passed away, deviating from the ordinary people, not in line with her temperament and temperament as a white-bearded swordsman, as well as her special habits.

Her hand froze, and she had nothing to shake but the pen in her hand held by someone else's hand—the sheep's hair that was spinning back and forth, splashing the pine smoke and ink, and pounding the mud inkstone.

The mind is loose and free, and carelessly ......

In the past, that is, some time ago, she used her body to use it quite well, food, clothing, shelter, transportation, eating and drinking happily.

This time he said that he would change it, which was really unhappy, and it made him very entangled.

And the red-clothed Youling himself stole the body that poured water, and he was able to do the sassy of a man, drink a lot, and eat meat with an open heart.

But this ...... Sitting up and sitting down is really inconvenient (i.e., the toilet walk).

Pouring water and bypassing Mo Yan on his own, Mo Yan squatted down at the red-clothed Youling, and a string of bells rang quietly.

Mo Yan paid attention to the pouring water for a while, and then suddenly closed his gaze.

Pouring water today, but he ignored the red-clothed Youling, and went to the Red Snow Pavilion, walked through the door, stepped over the three-inch-high threshold, the shallow wind blew his temples, and the sun was dizzy, maybe it was the half day before he had been lying on the ice couch for a long time.

His long fingertips tapped the painful part of his temple, then spun around and patted the ash on the streamer.

The eyelids blinked twice before stepping into the long boots.

"Shui Ran ......" Wu Shuang was overjoyed and couldn't help laughing.

Pouring water is naturally cold, eyebrows are slightly bent, three points of laughter, two points of innocence.

It didn't happen that Zhu Xie was helping Wu Shuang how to pick up the sword and better strategize.

His body was close to her back, his hair shadowed her shallow sigh, turning and turning, holding the handle with both hands, sticking a little wet sweat, and the cold air was soaked under the sword light, but he also held her hand that drew the sword out of its sheath.

His eyes are firm and warm, brave and persistent, decisive and fearless, and domineering.

The speed of the sword is quite fast, as fast as lightning, galloping in the wind, and there is no room for slackness.

Wearing a black silk brocade robe, the pattern that is clear up close but not obvious from a distance - ice plum blossom pattern, engraved on the corner of the clothes.

His hand finally stopped, and it was put into the scabbard, and the heavy calluses on a wide, thick palm were still faintly visible.

He couldn't help but shout: "Master Zhu Xie ......"

Zhu Xie hesitated for a second or two.

In the end, it was restored to its original appearance, and it was as calm and serene as ever.

Looking at the young man in front of him who made all the disciples and women in the Sword Pavilion shine.

After looking at it, Zhu Xie confided: "Wu Shuang will be handed over to you."

He stepped into the pavilion with a pair of wind boots on his sleeves.

Here, it is a narrow world, arc-shaped, a bay pool is thousands of feet deep, the ripples are not broken, reflecting the whole unfathomable courtyard four corners of the bird's house, I painted the ground for the prison summer withered grass to rejuvenate.

The purple ones have gone, mottled and unremarkable, black, grayish-yellow, and a dead sleepy face like earth.

A few Red Snow Pavilion disciples with fluttering clothes sneaked out and entered the entrance of the tall center.

There—that's where the real entrance to the Red Snow Pavilion is.

"Rest for a while......" Wu Shuang suddenly raised his eyebrows and threw his eyes to the second son who was in a reverie at this moment.

The pouring water is still in a trance, and the gap between the eyebrows and locks is enlarged in the shape of "eight", which deepens the melancholy rhyme and gives birth to a different kind of wood.

His eyes were empty and distracted. Several disciples smiled secretly and covered their mouths to look at each other.

"Teach me how?" Wu Shuang asked quietly, and a cluster of flames suddenly ignited in her heart, and the blue was bright.

shallow, continuous, battling with the wind, stalemate.

The wind may blow it down in a moment, let alone a strong wind......

Her heart was a little moved, cold and clear.

It is miserable and miserable, but it is the mottled and fragmented shadow of the summer dry grass that has failed miserably before the place has had time to wither.

Her eyes slanted horizontally, the sword fell, and the sword flew together, and the shadow became three people.

Pouring water is powerless, reluctantly holding hands, and being an opponent.

Compete with each other and test the depth of your skills.

Obviously, Yu Fangcai was angry with her and deliberately snubbed her Wu Shuang.

A few disciples went back and made irresponsible remarks, saying that Wu Shuang, who looked down on her with a hot face and a cold buttocks, was obsessed with greed.

Even if the red-clothed girl comes, it can't be turned, yes or no?