Early morning.

It's still the same grass pavilion.

Lying on the bench with a corner missing, Du Fanglin pushed away the Xuanyu fan to cover his face.

He hadn't slept all night, or rather, he had been "sleeping all night", and he had been pondering a question in his head:

'How am I going to die......

This problem, he also thought about it at the beginning of his hard time, and the biggest possibility is that he was not good at learning and was hung up by a certain boss...... It didn't work out.

Hearing that the Holy Sword of the Three Sects was stolen from the Confucian Sect, he felt that the time had come, and chased after Mo Dump Chi into the Wankai Dynasty City, and did a big ......

In addition to not getting along with Mo Dump Chi, he is still alive and well.

Hundreds of years have passed, time has passed, feelings have faded, and even the default of "old age and death do not get along" no longer exists. The sun shone on the earth, Du Fanglin experienced what it means to be "hazy" through the fan, half-open eyes, and cultivated feelings with his own machine spirit in the dark.

"The old moon is full" has a spirit, the Xuanyu long sword is turned into a Xuanyu fan bone, and the more spiritual white jade short sword is a white silk fan. The double sword was spontaneous and chose to return to the master's side in the form of a "fan", probably sensing his dislike for the double sword form.

“…… Mistakes, waste, the most is time to turn into foam. "Hey, don't mess with other people's poems.

"That's still 'a few inkstones traveled in the past, and now it has become ten autumns...... Hundreds of Autumns'! ”

Du Fanglin sat up and took off the fan from his face:

"It is known that 'one person, three transformations' and 'jushen condensation' have interconnectedness, it is difficult to say whether there is any reference between each other, one condenses the soul into an entity, and the other makes the three souls communicate with each other and be independent...... But in this way, the separated incarnation is no different from the ontology. ”

He muttered to himself...... If it's exactly the same, then the incarnation can't replace the main body and worship other factions......

"It is still necessary to start with the 'Nanke Dream Soul', with the 'spirit weapon' of different attributes as the core, combined with the 'Jushen Condensation', and the method of 'one person and three transformations' to promote the independence of the three souls, so that the formed incarnation is naturally inclined to a certain attribute."

Buddhism pays attention to reincarnation, should belong to the 'earth', Confucianism is based on human morality, naturally is 'people', Taoism pursues ethereal, is 'heaven', built on the cloud drum thunder peak, independent of the Buddha vein, used to seal the sin to get the horn of the rhino to destroy the formation of the heavens, is based on this!

"Huaishan ......"

Huaishan has recovered, and the connection with Du Fanglin has not disappeared, and the carp-shaped "mountain spirit" that has re-condensed in the belly of the mountain was originally a reserved back road.

The mountain stone is the golden soil of the five elements, but the mountain spirit is associated with the deep pool, and it is fish-shaped, belonging to water, and the concept of good as water on the door. Moisturize all things and promote vitality; All things wither, decay and decay, and consume into water, which is the cycle of heavenly principles. The fish-shaped mountain spirit represents vitality and is life; The deep pool in the belly of the mountain, if there is no fish, the water is still and rotten, and it is death. Between life and death, it is called the Tao, and the attributes of this incarnation have been determined.

"Forget what the hell is saying about the sealing demon rock in Wanskai Chaocheng...... It doesn't matter, the reason is the same, it won't clash with each other. ”

Du Fanglin wrenched his fingers and slowly made calculations, calculating his own life and death.

Only the incarnation is useless, and there needs to be a suitable and reliable person to guide it. Since there is this opportunity, wouldn't it be a pity not to take the opportunity to learn the two methods of Buddhism and Taoism, if you want to try to hide from the sky and cross the sea, the thunder and lightning split from the waning moon of the cold peak must be used now, and find a few friends from other sects to publicize that "I am really in calamity this time, and there may be a glimmer of life to save it", ask them to help take away the "key elements" of the incarnation, and guide the introduction later.

Most people are still very simple.

The death calamity is true, the glimmer of life is also true, and the key elements are also true.

The only thing that is not pure may be the "purpose", the purpose is to steal the methods of other sects.

"Then, you don't have to use Confucian people...... These 'jade swords' can be used just in case, and should be the core of future resurrections. ”

Du Fanglin brushed the Xuanyu fan in his hand, and the incarnation condensed with the fan as the core only needs to be placed in a safe place, and the last place: "Cloud Drum Thunder Peak ......"

There is no more secure destination for Buddhism than Yungu Thunder Peak.

Emperor Rulai, who owes him a love, takes the sword of the human emperor who is still maintaining the formation and the madness of poetry and wine as the road mark, and can directly project the earth soul to the past, the only thing that is more troublesome is that the Buddha and Confucianism are mixed there, and he can only hope that the influence of the Buddha vein is strong enough.

"The three souls are scattered, and then the three sect Dao bodies are condensed, and the moment they are reunited, they should be able to fully understand the tricks left by the original Ten Thousand Worlds Venerable Lord...... The path I am walking is an impartial and balanced way, as long as the middle is properly balanced, and when the three souls are reunited, the combined move that I have realized should be a truly unbiased 'joint move'. ”…… It's interesting.

When there is a little hope in life, there is more motivation to do things.

A heavy calamity, a heavy realm, the cultivation has reached the point where he wants to go up further, maybe he really has to look at how to deal with the calamity.

Du Fanglin looked up at the sky, and the hand holding the Xuanyu fan slowly raised his middle finger in front of the fan.

After thinking about it, the sky was already bright.

The news of the sword plague was confirmed close to the early hours of the morning, and then Feishu Guanglingke passed the news that he wanted to meet with the sword through Jufeng, and the process in the middle was not so fast.

So the person Du Fanglin is waiting for now is not without mourning.

……

It's also early in the morning.

At the border of the Central Plains, Mu Shaoai suddenly stopped.

"Oops......"

There was a white fog around him, and the temperature around him dropped sharply. In the previous night, Mu Shaoai had already noticed that the wind behind him was not in the right direction, and just in case, he deliberately took a detour on the way and dragged it until the morning light fell.

If you drag it out any longer, I'm afraid you will have to follow it all the way until noon before you can see where Mu Shaoai went. People can endure it, but the "soul" can't. Talking about no desire and unbearable, while the sun was not strong at this time, a white mist was raised, and a black shadow appeared in the mist, and the "accomplice" Mu Shaoai was beaten first.

It was a swordsman with a pitch-black body, his soul condensed and formed, and there was no shadow on the ground. Looking at the appearance, it is only slightly similar to "Talking Without Desire" in terms of outline, the clothes and hair accessories are completely different, with a dark ominous sword on his shoulder, and a black iron mask covering the upper part of his face and eyes.

can be called the "black-haired swordsman", who appeared in the swirling white mist at this time, and first sneered mercilessly:

"Huh."

The black-haired swordsman raised his head slightly, his shoulders moved, and a sharp sword suddenly attacked the medicine master Mu Shaoai.

Mu Shaoai said "oops" again, he didn't have time to tell whether this was a person or a ghost, so he turned sideways to avoid this sword, and at the same time raised his sleeves and raised the pipe to guard against the next move.

But there was no change of trick.

The sword mangs passed by the man in yellow, and there seemed to be some slight changes in the middle, but after all, he rushed straight into the rear without turning around, slashing at a thing that looked like a grimace with a red fist.

That thing was attached to Mu Shaoai's back at some point, hidden in the light and shadow, if it weren't for the white mist sweeping and changing the surrounding light, this sword wouldn't be able to force it out.

"Wow......" There was a slight baby cry, a smack, like a punctured mirror flower and water moon, and the mirror baby of the god returned to shatter and die under the impact of the sword qi.

In the realm of Ximiao, in the way of the cocoon, in mid-air, the picture transmitted back with the mirror baby also disappeared immediately, and the final shot was the vast white mist and the sharp sword.

Mu Shaoai's back was chilled for a while.

Careless, when did you catch up with such a ghost thing behind you, if you follow all the way to the end...... At this time, Mu Shaoai turned around and looked up at the black-haired swordsman again, and his feelings were different.

The sword was unsheathed, and the black-haired swordsman did not move, his mask concealed all expressions, as if he looked up at the medicine man's hand, and suddenly retreated like the wind, and disappeared into the sunlight like a bubble with the vast white mist.

The white mist dissipated, and the way forward was revealed.

Mu Shaoai thought about it for a while, and unconsciously touched his hand to the cigarette pipe and took out a handful of bamboo foam.

When the outside of the cigarette pipe was just wiped off, the word "month" was engraved by the sword qi.

…… Moonlight, moon shadow, moon genius?

……

Thousands of miles away.

On a hillside connected with the white mist, the sheepskin tent belonging to the astrologer is also bathed in the morning light.

In the tent, on the white woolen felt, a crystal ball with changing light and shadow is placed on a wooden table. In the back, the astrologer Sha Roman, who was wrapped in a turban and wore a silk veil, suddenly woke up with one hand on her forehead, only to find that she had fallen asleep at some point.

She glanced at the crystal ball, and the scene inside that appeared with the white mist churning was still on the road, the same as before she fell asleep.

Sha Roman put his mind at ease, looked around, but he didn't see the Taoist Huan Chunqiu, thought for a while, got up barefoot, and walked to the other space behind the tent that was divided by the space array technique.

After a ripple of water, Saloman appeared in an empty room, with bamboo curtains hanging on each side. One of the bamboo curtains was half rolled, and the sound of a boy talking in a small voice came from inside.

Saloman didn't come in.

Through the gap in the bamboo curtain, you can see that the two boys of the Taoist, gourd rice wine, are honestly kneeling on the blanket, one rolling the dough and the other wrapping dumplings. The gourd that rolls out the dough makes two sounds, "Ah Sneeze" and "Ah Sneeze", which is very unsuitable for this kind of life surrounded by flour.

The two little ones have lived in a clean and pollution-free sky since they were born, and they have been turbid since they were young, and they don't need to eat too much, and soon after Huan Chunqiu came to the bitter realm, they experienced what is the pain of going to the toilet, not only that, but the stomach is getting more and more hungry, and the things they eat are a little bit unclean, and they have to experience the pain of going to the toilet...... Repeatedly, before Huan Chunqiu struggled to pull the two children to Shaloman's side, the rice wine was visible to the naked eye and was much more languid and haggard.

“…… Don't be afraid of rice wine. Sweat dripped, "I promise that you won't have diarrhea if you eat this thing...... You wait, and you'll be able to get used to it in no time. ”

There is no Huan Chunqiu in this room.

Saloman turned and walked to another room.