Looking at the white clouds in the sky, he seemed to see the figure of Lao Dao appear in the air, looking at him with a smile on his long beard, and saying to him: "Take care." ”

Lin Chaofeng suddenly felt that his nose was sore, tears came out of his eyes, and he held back a few words from his clenched teeth: "You said goodbye to the rivers and lakes, don't lie to me!" ”

The sky is high and the road is long, the mountains are high and the water is long, Lin Chaofeng doesn't know how long he has been flying and when he has fallen from the sky, he only remembers that he was awakened by hunger in a nameless mountain.

Three months later, Lin Chaofeng got an almost old-fashioned rumor in a town.

That battle was very dynamic, it lasted for seven days and seven nights, and it is said that in the end, many famous masters participated in the battle one after another, and many masters outside the world were surprised, which can be called a great battle between cultivators.

The mountains and rivers were razed to the ground, the stars lost their brilliance, and no one knew who would win or lose in the end, and no one survived the battlefield.

The world also gave face to that battle a very exaggerated name - the battle of the gods!

Lin Chaofeng didn't know the true identity of Lao Dao, and he didn't want to care about whether those participants were gods or not, looking at the sunset that was already hanging on the city, he only knew that he was now more like a lonely bird who had left home, no home, no support, whether he could live well, and how high he could fly, it was all up to him.

Touching his hungry stomach and looking at the beggar snuggled at the foot of the wall, he silently walked over .......

"Old Dao, what kind of bird do you think that?"

"It's a sparrow, a very common bird."

"You told me that there are beasts in the mountains and tigers are kings, so what is the king of these birds?"

"Yes...... Maybe it's Phoenix. ”

……

"Old Dao, I don't want to practice calligraphy, I don't think it's useful?"

"How could it be useless? Words are like people, and when you grow up in the future, a good hand of words can add points to your image. ”

"I see that your handwriting is very beautiful, and I don't see anyone who can afford us, and that aunt is still gossiping about us today."

"Yes...... Maybe that aunt misunderstood us. ”

……

"Old Dao, you say that you are chivalrous and admired, you said it."

"Well, I did."

"But today I saw the son of the cloth shop owner in the city molesting the girl, I took a righteous shot, and the official did not say anything about arresting me, but also curry favor with the evil young man, why is this?"

"Isn't it too difficult for you to be an official, you have to know that the country has national law, and righteousness is good, but you have to pay attention to ......"

……

"Old Dao, old Dao, why do you want me to call you Lao Dao."

"Because ......"

"But I think it's pretty smooth, so be it."

“……”

……

"In the past, I encountered wind and snow on the road, and I picked up orphaned ...... on the mountain road"

"What's the situation, it turns out that you really know how to spell."

"Lin Chaofeng, you are the fate of the lone star determined by the heavens, and you bear the scourge of 'Red Flame Pill Heart', and you need to practice the Fa diligently......"

"Yo, illusion, awesome, this wave is full marks."

"The rivers and lakes are sinister, you should be careful, although you and I have no master-apprentice status, but we also have ten years of dependence, now I am going to go as ordered, if he can solve the danger of fate one day, there is a fate to see you in the rivers and lakes."

"Old way, old way! Don't you disappear, what did you just say? Are you leaving? Hey, hey!! ”

"Found the herb 'anchovy', the quality is 'inferior', is it planted?"

A voice suddenly sounded directly in his mind, startling Fang Ruochu's whole body with hair, Huo Ran turned around and shouted, "Who is it?" Who's talking? ”

There was silence in the wing, only the wind and rain and thunder outside the window.

Fang Ruochu only felt that his hair stood on end, he looked around, and even cautiously poked his head out of the door and glanced at the main hall, but still didn't find half a figure.

Forcibly pressing the pounding heart, Fang Ruochu slowly recalled the content of the voice just now.

Found the herb "anchovy"?

What is Anchovy?

Fang Ruochu seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly picked up his mobile phone and searched for the relevant content of "Anchovy Grass".

"Anchovy grass, also known as golden cocktail, chicken foot grass, well fence side grass, etc., anchovy fern, anchovy fern. It likes to grow in shaded, moist and warm places, avoid direct sunlight, and can be viewed indoors all year round. The whole herb is used as medicine, cool in nature, slightly bitter in taste, and belongs to the liver, kidney, and large intestine meridians, and has the effects of clearing heat and dampness, cooling blood and stopping bleeding, reducing swelling and detoxifying......"

Looking at the pictures on the webpage, Fang Ruochu's gaze fell on the weeds wrapped around his fingers.

"So this is anchovy ......"

"If that's the case, what about 'planting or not'?"

Fang Ruochu, whose frightened heart had calmed down slightly, hesitated for a moment and replied loudly: "Yes!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the weeds wrapped around his fingers suddenly turned into a thin invisible streamer, flew straight into Fang Ruochu's wrist, and then disappeared without a trace.

Fang Ruochu's eyes widened suddenly.

He could clearly see that the weed had turned into a very fine green glow, and it was gone in a flash.

At that moment, the pot-like tattoo on the wrist seemed to move, as if the lid of the pot had revealed a gap, just enough for the green light to enter.

"Could it be...... The voice that sounded in my head just now was made by this little pot tattoo? ”

"That is, this tattoo is alive? What the hell am I possessed? ”

Fang Ruochu was so shocked by the thought that he popped up that he hurriedly took out a knife, gritted his teeth, and slashed at the tattoo on his wrist.

"Lao Tzu is desperately peeling off a layer of skin, and he can't let this thing control it!"

The sharp fruit knife was about to touch the skin, but Fang Ruochu's movements stopped.

He suddenly remembered the scene he had "seen" before, the vast and vast thousands of voices, the barren and desolate dusk earth, and the door with the word "Leave" written on it.

"What is that light and shadow that spreads for hundreds of millions of miles? What's inside the gate? ”

He hesitated for a moment and picked up his phone again.

This time, he searched for "Pi Li", and he wanted to see what the meaning of these two words really meant.

In the vast amount of information, he found only one sentence.

"The Book of Jin and the Biography of Siyi" contains: Su Shen Northwest, Ma Xing can be 200 days, and 20,000 households are collected, which is to leave."

Other than that, there is no more writing about "separation".

Fang Ruochu knew that as one of the twenty-four histories, the Book of Jin was written in the Tang Dynasty, and the history began in the Three Kingdoms, and was supervised by Fang Xuanling, Chu Suiliang, and Xu Jingzong. After the "Book of Jin" came out, "those who spoke about the history of the Jin Dynasty abandoned their old books and conscientiously wrote new ones." "You can see its historical value.

In other words, the word "separation" actually represents a large tribe 2,000 years ago, or even earlier.