"Did you get anything today?"

"Yes, I caught a big fish in the woods!"

The above conversation takes place outside a dilapidated village in the Central Plains, a woman in a blue cloth with patches but clean, holding a five or six-year-old girl in her hand, standing under a tree and somewhat crampedly taking a large strange fish from the white-haired man wearing a straw hat: "...... I should be able to braise it, will I come to eat today? ”

She didn't ask why the fish was caught from the woods, and what lingered between her eyebrows was the sorrow of the poor life, but at this time, her eyes flashed more expectation.

The white-haired man took off his straw hat, "Not today." He has a slightly solemn face when he doesn't smile, but when he laughs, his facial features are stretched out, and he looks extraordinarily gentle, "Has the child successfully enrolled in school today?" ”

"The teacher of the new Kaimingde Academy nearby has promised to accept her, although I don't know what the use of learning these is, but compared to living a life in a daze, there is always some hope." The woman looked down at the child she was holding in her hand, and then looked up again, her eyes were already sad, "Are you leaving?" ”

"Yes." The white-haired man nodded, "Thank you for lending me the stove, and you can use all the money you left behind after I leave." Take care of the little ones and take care of yourself. ”

The woman's husband had died at the hands of the bandits a few years earlier. She was alone with a girl and was swept out of her mother's house, living alone in an unknown village for many years, and was not bullied entirely because when she was young, she was lucky to meet a Taoist and learned some martial arts.

The experience of an unusual person made the woman understand that they lived in different worlds the moment she saw the white-haired man who came to the door to ask for a stove, but in the past few days of getting along, the originally silent heart could not help but fluctuate a little, and all the ripples were broken at this moment in the white-haired man's knowing but tolerant gaze.

The woman bowed with the child and said, "Thank you." When she got up again, the expression on her face was grateful, but also a little distance, "Sir, goodbye!" ”

The white-haired man nodded, put his straw hat back on, and turned to leave.

This is the fourth day that Du Fanglin has left Huaishan and walked alone.

He precipitated the feeling of being extraordinarily impetuous because of his momentary success, let go of the complacency when he pulled the demon world off his head, and turned his head to see his failure.

Through hundreds of years, there is nothing in the hand, the hardship is still this hardship, neither brought the electrical age, nor has it been able to spread any advanced technology, as time goes by, the part of the practice that has been cooperated with Situ Yan has stopped in the classroom, and has never been able to get out of the endless sea of learning.

At this time, Du Fanglin couldn't help but think...... Is there oil in Misery?

It seems that there is.

There are too many good things in the bitter realm, and the use of heaven and earth energy is also very efficient, that is, if the innate people fight casually, it may cause a fault line in the life of a region. People who have lived for a long time are focused on cultivating themselves and comprehending the destiny of heaven, ordinary people who have lived for a long time are trying to survive in the midst of endless events, the occasional unification is immediately divided, the superstructure is busy fighting, and no one is engaged in technological innovation.

'Reading can't save you from misery. ’

At most, he turned himself into a second firefighter.

After thinking too much, Du Fanglin's head was about to be blown up entirely, and he couldn't help but pick up the old thoughts, and the bottom line slid all the way down to the abyss - such as detonating all the enemies known to the Bitter Realm, allowing as many cultivators as possible to get involved in it and fight each other, and after the power consumption was to a certain extent, controlling the surviving people by invading the soul consciousness could relatively easily distinguish the people with too strong force from the world of ordinary people.

You can also use the Three Thousand Dream Soul Technique to construct a dream world as large as possible, preserving the body and part of the soul consciousness of those who died in the battle.

When encountering an external enemy, the dead powerhouse will be turned into a non-corpse stream, and the resurrection will be thrown out for a period of time to deal with it, so that the new cultivation world will have time to cultivate high-level strength.

One battle at a time, one pain.

Forget what kind of savior to be sober, I just died once in the Dao Realm, isn't this lesson painful enough? The white-haired man continued to squat in the grove near the public pavilion and rubbed his temples, if he really did that, the situation would be so complicated that he would directly blow his head, and it would be difficult for him to really control everything.

Cuckoo.

A white, gray-spotted pigeon fell from the sky, rested on one foot on its arm, and sent him a reply from the shower in the northwest.

Lao Tie is finally willing to take care of him! Shennong's glass test is effective!

Su really has a lot of good things in his head, and there are only three things that can really be obtained by him, all of them are condensed, one person and three transformations, plus Shennong Liuligong, among which Shennong Liuligong is indeed intended to be the reward for Yusheng, and the rest of the time is too late, so he only found the secret of "one person and three transformations".

He hasn't had time to cultivate yet, and is experimenting with the newly born Huaishan Spirit related to him.

"Okay, the secret of the flow of anger, and some weapons that I still remember, suitable for taking away waste and recycling, such as the Sorrowful Sword, the Seven Divine Spears, the Shadow Sword, etc., the information has been sent, and leaving it is equivalent to the enemy." The white-haired man raised his hand and a straw hat to clasp the pigeon, squatted on the ground and turned out a pen and paper to write, "A swordsman, do you want to learn so many secrets, and you are distracted by casting swords every day...... It's right to be distracted, I know, better than killing. ”

When he was done, he threw the pigeon into the sky, and Du Fanglin, a white-haired man who changed his name to Mu Fangyu, looked up and looked south seriously.

Su really turned into an indigo wind lotus, and he still didn't look easy to deal with...... "No, calm down, Qingxiang Bailian and you have never been the same person."

"Looking for a new collaborator......

He suddenly turned around and fished out the pigeon that was about to fly away in a circle: "Wait, first help me send Zhang Baiti to the cold peak waning moon, Brother Divine Beast!" ”

On this day, the tired and half-dead pigeon flew over the northwest lung casting platform in the middle of the night the next day.

——was directly hit by a slingshot, and the shower, who had been waiting for a long time in response, lifted the pigeon's leg upside down, suspended it on the steaming furnace, and his expression was cold: "It's better to roast!" ”

Sneeze.

The white-haired man, who was already standing at the foot of the Cold Peak Wanyue Peak, had received permission from his master's response, completely threw away his straw hat, rubbed his nose in the cold wind of the third watch in the middle of the night, and prepared to move his hands and feet upward.

Whether it is in terms of IQ, insight, character and position, the only person who may be able to cooperate with him and have a name and surname in the plot is probably the lonely marquis of the civil and military crown, the owner of the cold peak waning moon!

The extreme eyes smiled coldly at the clouds, and the lonely life was proud of the sky.

In Du Fanglin's words, this is what makes people often wonder if they have peeked at the existence of the script on the set when reviewing the plot. The lonely Hou is good at layout, and he has no last resort, and he has seen through the scourge of the imperial dragon in the future a long time ago, and then he assisted from it, reversed the poor dragon's life, and once unified the Central Plains.

Some of the methods that Du Fanglin used to deal with Su Zhenzhen were learned from this person, such as making him tired of working so much that he had no time to interfere with the layout. But compared to Su Zhenzhen, who can't let go of the Central Plains, the lonely Hou who can sacrifice everything for the goal is more difficult to deal with, this person is similar to himself to a certain extent, and it is more difficult to control.

At this time, the moon is in the middle of the sky, and the waterfall brings an icy air current, and the moon is embedded in the sky dome as soon as it bends, emitting a jade light.

Just like the name of the place, the cold peak waning moon!

The lonely marquis of the civil and military crown turned his back to the comer, and stood alone in front of the waterfall with his sleeves brushed, under the moonlight. Fragments of cold light sprinkled on his shoulders, reflecting the black and white coldness.

Lonely Hou is a literati dress, due to perennial illness and black hair color in the white in the dark, in the dark gray gray, with a dark square scarf to tie the hair, obliquely inserted two scroll-style hairpins, a white dress dotted with black edges, almost with the night as one, sometimes bow the head and cough lightly, then break the silence at this time.

He didn't look back.

"Spring and Autumn inkstone master, Du Fanglin." But he revealed the truth of the person who came.

Being able to know this name means that Lonely Hou has been observing the movements of martial arts. Unmoved by the rumors of life and death, he firmly recognized the identity of the person who sent the post, proving that his eyes always saw the root of everything.

Du Fanglin appeared at the end of the other side of the road, the white-haired man was not wearing a Confucian costume, but an ordinary person who was short fighting, only temporarily draped a plain white robe on his shoulders, "The lonely marquis of the civil and military crown, the survivor of the bloody case of Qilin Villa, and one of the distinguished guests of Tianjing Yitong in Yemo City." Being identified by someone, he had no choice but to respond like this.

"But Your Excellency is not here today to discuss the night motorcycle market with me." Lonely Hou coughed a few more times and turned around slowly.

The person who appeared under the moonlight, except for the white hair under the shawl, did not have any other characteristics that could prove the years, and the rumored Spring and Autumn inkstone lord had a straightforward and serious temperament. But standing at the other end of the road, facing the lonely Hou with his hands in his hands, his eyes still seemed to be flashing with curiosity, as if the years had only passed by his hair, and his heart was as young as ever.

For a moment, Du Fanglin wanted to use the night motorcycle market to open the topic. The first time he saw Lonely Hou, he was actually not as familiar as facing Su Zhen, and he really didn't know how to get into a relationship with this person for a while.

He looked up at the black-haired and white-clad young man standing under the moon. There is a disconnect between age and appearance in the hardship, but the lonely Hou is probably really not too old, so he looks cold and lonely, and his heart is still burning with the flame of wanting to change the world.

It is much more reliable than him who is already cold in his heart and is about to slide into the abyss if he is not careful.

"I visited today because of one person."

Du Fanglin changed his mind: "The fragrance of white lotus is really true. "Let's ask Lonely Hou what he thinks of Su Huanzhen first......

The wind brings water vapor.

Why do people who have been sick for a long time still live next to the waterfall and bathe in water vapor all over their bodies, because they are afraid that they will die too soon?

"You're lying."

Lonely Hou stared at Du Fanglin: "The name you want to ask is the Six Calamities Canglong." "All the clues point to the fact that the Spring and Autumn Yan Lord should have known the future, and he is a person who already knows everything!