Night.

Du Fanglin's clothes fluttered, and his footsteps walked easily in the wilderness.

His state is probably different from that of ordinary cultivators in the Suffering Realm, because his soul comes from another world and has gone through hardships to integrate into this world. If you are poor, you will change, and if you want to pursue the end of the road, you can't blindly leave the past.

However, time flies, thousands of years have passed, how many cultivators have come to this point, trapped under the heavy prosperity, forgetting the original intention of taking that step in the first place, and can only seek the wrong path in various ways. The existence of the Geography Division is one example, not to mention that the Three Sects have so many secret people who manipulate power.

This is not to say that those people do not know how to trace back to the source and return to the original heart, but the realm is heavy again and again, stepping on a high place, how to bow down?

A handful of moonlight was held in the palm of his hand.

Only souls from outside the world can easily arouse their initial emotions. Because a long time ago, Du Fanglin had already seen the long history of the hardship. His memories, the people and things he is familiar with, will never be diluted with the passage of time to the point that he can no longer be traced.

He stood in the wilderness, bathed in the moonlight, and something that had been submerged in his soul under the thousand-year-old teachings of Confucianism was slowly reviving with the actions of these days!

Du Fanglin thought to himself, the feeling of letting go of the burden of Confucianism is really not bad. And the other one in his memory, he didn't have such a happy and carefree back then. If most people's changes may be "from the inside out", then the Spring and Autumn inkstone master should be from the outside and the inside...... He was even thinking, why did he have to be a Confucian dresser?

Step into the moonlight.

Seven stars converge, seal the dust and condense the light!

Even if you don't have a folding fan in your hand anymore, it doesn't mean that you lose the ability to cast spells. After all, the "folding fan" is the "ontology", and it probably only happens in the place called "comics" in distant memory.

Fall the lone lamp.

The same bright moon is shining endlessly on the snow cliffs. Today, there is no wind or snow, and the dark stone steps reveal the stone face, leading all the way to the lonely pavilion with lanterns.

A string of crystal wind chimes dotted with wings is hung in the corner of the pavilion, windless and quiet.

The wind chimes were originally sent to the Zhonglie Mansion, but later the Wat family disappeared into the martial arts, and then it was returned to the original owner as a token.

A black-haired and white-clothed man is holding a huqin, wearing a slender sword with a blue color and light spirit at his waist, and is slowly tuning the strings. The piano is not in harmony with each other, and the knife is not in harmony! But now that the world has changed, I don't know when this person, this knife, will be able to re-enter the martial arts with music.

Perhaps the time is not far off.

Suddenly, the wind chimes rang and shook violently, like the sound of broken jade. The feather man raised his head suddenly, but he asked in his mouth: "Huh?" "There was no wind, and the lantern was quietly bright.

There is no hostility and murderous aura, as if in the dark night, a moth that followed the candlelight accidentally touched the six-winged wind chimes when it got lost.

The bell gradually calmed down.

After a while, he suddenly moved again, and the sound of the jade shattering caused Ting's hand to tremble, almost breaking the huqin.

The feathered man's non-roe body suddenly moved.

In an instant, a white-feathered phantom fell from the cold wind raised by his clothes, and the figure went back and forth, but found nothing. Yuren Fei Qingjun's face frowned deeply, raised his hand to hold down the swaying six-winged wind chimes, and tested the air flow with one finger...... Like, perhaps, is there a little bit of wind?

So again and again.

The ringtone disturbs the mind. The lonely man sitting in the pavilion took a deep breath, and the feathered man suddenly got up and grabbed the six-winged wind chime!

“…… Mu Shaoai? The feather man asked slowly in a deep voice.

The darkness remained silent.

There should be a limit to jokes, too!

This time, there was a real gust of wind blowing, slightly cold, allowing the light to reflect the ice flowers on the ground. I heard that the desolate and lonely sound of the lonely lamp often made the mountain people living nearby mistakenly think that there were ghosts on the cliff.

Yuren Fei Fei pressed the disobedient wind chime with one hand, frowned and pressed the handle of the Tianwee knife on his waist with the other, and thought to himself: Do you want to buy some paper to burn another day, the wind seems to be colder than usual......

About some distance away.

Beyond the cliff, there was another hillside, and someone caught a piece of snow under the moon that had been swept up by the wind with the palm of his hand.

Like a flower blooming from the moonlight.

Du Fanglin's snow-white sleeves sat on the hillside, facing the cliff with flashing lights. He remembered the yellow-clad healer pretending to fall off a cliff by accident, and he didn't want to try it. It is estimated that if he falls, no one will fish him out.

So I was so bored that I didn't want to do it again to threaten young people to cry in the sky. Du Fanglin pointed to the center of his eyebrows, his eyes penetrated the moonlight, and by the way, he blew the white hair bangs in front of his eyebrows...... Hush~~

A cool breeze rises.

Condense the gas into a bundle, and the jingle bell urges the six-winged wind chimes.

So again and again, it seems to be addicted. Before today, the Spring and Autumn Yan Lord had never thought that he would be able to have such a boring behavior in a thousand years. But looking at the moonlight opposite, the wordless and silent face of the feather man Feiwei went from vigilance to looking around and then contemplation, and the loneliness was helplessly blown away by the gusts of demon wind. Suddenly, Du Fanglin was a little happy.

His mood also suddenly brightened. The failure cases of the past melted along with the snow in the palms, but in fact, they were very light.

"If a person is not a sage, he can do no wrong. People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless! ”

However, in later generations, some researchers may refute that in fact, plants and trees also have emotions, but they are too weak to express themselves.

"Hmm. Indeed it is. ”

Du Fanglin knocked on his knees with his fingers, asked and answered himself, and the moonlight jumped on his fingertips, which was the intangibility of the formula. No longer teasing the young man on the other side, the white-haired Confucian turned into the moonlight and shadow, as if he came silently, and left again silently.

In the territory of Liulixian.

Qu Shitu stayed awake all night, squatting in the dark room, trying to figure out the three arrows sent by Tan Wuxian all the way through the night.

According to Su Zhenzhen's words, don't waste things when they are delivered.

At the same time, Qin Fake Immortal and the other three also received a commission from the Glazed Wonderland, and they must find out the dynamics of Du Fanglin and Jufengli and others in the near future.

"Oh ha, I'm going to turn my face!"

The Shadow Corpse gloated and was slapped on top of his head by his boss.

"It's all for the Central Plains, why bother making such a fuss." Ye Tuling drew circles with his hands in his sleeves, and there were vicissitudes of life in every board and at a glance.

Originally, Qin Fake Immortal was still a little worried, and when he heard this, his eyes turned and narrowed. "It's all for the sake of the Central Plains of Suffering...... That's a good saying! "The wind and waves are coming, and Lao Qin doesn't look like impulsive people when he looks at Lao Du and Ma Ji. Since the goal is the same, if you are looking for someone, you will find someone, what is there to worry about.

"Lao Shui, follow me!" "Qin Fake Immortal is going to smash the field~~" "Impossible, Da Zai is a very elegant person, but where is he going in this direction?" ”

"The realm of nothingness is SHUTUP! It's going to be dawn again......"

With two young children all day long, Qin Fake Immortal was also very tired, and he missed Hua Feihua, his wife who was alone in the empty house in the double forest.

After dawn.

"Big boy, it seems that there is no one in the realm of nothingness!" Fences, huts, placed in the middle of the moor, away from people. Ear report that the gods ran in and ran and took the lead in reporting the news.

"Empty!" The Shadow Corpse Man followed.

The elders of Jufengli, who had helped the Central Plains, including those who had no mourning and one person, were nowhere to be seen at this time.

"There are no signs of a fight." Qin Fake Immortal followed back and forth, rubbing his chin and wondering, "It's true that the person is gone, is there something going on?" ”

It can't be that someone knew that someone would suddenly come looking for them today, and that's too nonsense. Although Jufeng has been helping Lao Du with things, the base camp is actually still in the Northern Regions.

Northern Regions.

Shower is back to his old place. Linghu Shenyi has already packed up the casting furnace. The industry's leading foundry was finally challenged by all sorts of difficulties to design an arrow that could make the most of the wind along the way and break through the different spaces. After retiring, the entire Jufeng should also pay off the favor and return to the original place.

"I'll take care of this trip."

Wu Mourning was pushing a wheelchair with his back to the furnace, and was talking to Linghu Shenyi, who was wiping the hammer.

A bony hand came silently from behind, about to touch the narrow iron box placed at the top of the cold furnace.

"Who?!" The heavenly danger knife hidden in the bamboo basket suddenly woke up, and pulled the knife and hemp rope on his shoulder.

After a flash of light, a man in black with a masked head was forced out from behind the shadows on the side of the hearth.