At the end of the sky, a round of morning sun slowly rises, splashing the morning light on the plain white clouds, rendering a layer of golden brilliance, with the strong wind blowing, the clouds are rolling and soothing, like a golden carp, cruising above the sky, looming, beautiful.

Zhao Shenbi stepped out, landed between the clouds, and walked slowly.

He took a deep breath and was silent, with a smile in his eyes.

There is great beauty in heaven and earth.

Leaving the sect this time is the first time since the reincarnation of this life, I have traveled alone between the mountains and rivers, and both my mood and perception have been sublimated to a large extent.

Compared with the resentment, unwillingness, bullying, and tyranny when I first woke up in my memory, now between the heart lakes, I am gradually calming and indifferent.

After all, he is a person who has really died once, and all kinds of people in this world have begun to have a metaphysical breadth and depth in his eyes.

Some things that were once considered important are now insignificant, but those small things that are not worth mentioning can often evoke ripples in the heart and cause the avenue to roar.

Especially after getting involved in a group of mortals, I have seen the subtleties of human hearts in the world.

After seeing the lofty Lu Fangming in his previous life, the mortal scenery and the low-level scenery that he had never seen before, he had a deeper understanding of this vast number of living beings.

Unspeakable, unspeakable, wonderful.

What even he didn't notice was that quietly, the looming avenue behind him seemed to be more condensed and complete, and began to build the first outline, which was vast and ethereal.

After a while, he slowly came back to his senses from this realization, quietly went to the small city, took the girl Yu Songyue who was still asleep, and returned to the Donglin Sect leisurely.

After taking care of all the things at hand, he was finally able to spare his efforts to sort out the gains of this trip.

Thinking of this, Zhao Shenbi not only showed a hint of fiery color.

He gently opened the storage bag like a blood-colored canvas that he left behind after Feng Yang fell, and his soul power swept in, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Feng Yang is worthy of being one of the seven quasi-Taoist sons of the Blood Luo Sect, and he is also a master of a certain Jindan ancestor, and his net worth is far from being comparable to that of an ordinary monk who travels far away, except for the golden spirit crystal that Zhao Shenbi has in mind, the spirit stone alone is enough to have a teacher, personally stationed on Jiuniu Mountain, and it took countless heavenly and earth treasures to supervise dozens of inscription masters, which lasted three days and three nights before laying down an extremely terrifying inscription array.

According to conservative estimates, if you choose a mining method that does not damage the foundation of the ore vein, the output of low-grade spirit stones in a year may be as much as 780,000, which is equivalent to a huge income of two or three times more than that of Ling Dong Linzong overnight.

All this is not only due to Zhao Shenbi's chivalrous actions, but also inseparable from the rich luck he carries.

And now that the New Year has arrived, not only the mortal towns under the mountain, but even the immortal sects such as the Donglin Sect, which have an ancient inheritance and are separated from the world, are also because of the good things and the people's hearts are excited, and they have made an exception to celebrate the New Year.

The pillars of the porch are covered with couplet banners carved with mysterious inscriptions.

Between the eaves and pavilions, above the sky of the square, thousands of lanterns were lit by the magic of the fairy family, emitting a warm and bright red light, shining on this mountain.

There are even disciples who make fireworks that are far superior to the mortal world, and in the sound of explosions that rise from the ground, the night is completely lit up.

The snow was falling, but it couldn't hide the festive atmosphere.

In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu.

At this moment, Zhao Shenbi was gently holding Li Yujue's white and soft slender jade hand, standing on the cliff of the back mountain, ignoring his shyness, gently hugging the slender waist that Yingying was holding, and embracing the extremely bright and stunning woman into his arms.

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