"Past the Mida Sutra! It is rumored that one of the three major town temple scriptures of the Great Chan Temple is mysterious and unpredictable, and the supreme cultivation of the soul is the art. After the collapse www.biquge.info of the Great Zen Temple, all the people in the world were looking for the three scriptures, but there was no news, and I couldn't imagine that the Amitabha Sutra was obtained by the teacher in the past, but the teacher fought the monk Yinlun, and it is still famous and rumbling, in fact, it is one of the key figures in that war, and it is not uncommon to get this scripture secretly. ”

Hong Yipan sat in his room, feeling the past Mida Sutra scriptures in his mind, and his heart was full of amazement.

"Sage Yun: The king treats me as a countryman, and I should repay him as a countryman! You treat me as a passerby, and I repay you as a passerby! If you treat me with mustard, I should repay him with revenge! The teacher has passed on these Bibles to me, and I should study diligently and achieve extraordinary deeds in the future, and serve them with kindness, and I must not fail the teacher's teachings. ”

The more he felt the subtlety and profundity of the past scriptures, the more grateful Hong Yi's heart was, he had begged his father to learn martial arts and cavalry archery, and he would join the army in the future to make meritorious contributions, but Hong Xuanji refused, in his opinion, if he was not accepted as a disciple by Shenwu Hou, he might only be a weak scholar in this life, and he would not have the opportunity to embark on the wonderful path of cultivation.

It was night, there was no one around, there was silence, and there were sparse stars shining in the sky, and the stars were shining and scattering the dust.

Hong Yi began his first divine soul cultivation, and his fantasies came like a demon surging in his heart, and he stuck to his heart and was unmoved.

At dawn, a soft sound was suddenly heard, and Hong Yi was out of his body and wandered all night! Embarked on the first step of the cultivation of the soul - night tour!

Even the simplest step, but for most cultivators, it is still a chasm-like level, and Hong Yi can succeed overnight, worthy of his status as a child of destiny.

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For cultivators, if the unit of time is less than a year, it loses its meaning, and more than ten days in front of Bai Fan and Pu Zhi are almost fleeting in the blink of an eye.

The New Year of the 60th year of the Great Qian Dynasty has finally arrived.

In the entire Yujing City, the sound of firecrackers roaring has been constantly sounding since night, and it has not stopped until the early hours of the morning!

The streets are full of lanterns, dragon lanterns, singing and dancing, selling food, civilians, merchants, and scholars from all over the country have also taken to the streets, while having a lively time, celebrating the national fortune of Jiaziding.

On the Wufeng Tower of the Imperial Palace, the emperor brought the queen concubines, many princes and some favored courtiers, all observing the splendid prosperity of the city.

Countless fireworks soaring into the sky seem to mark that the true prosperity of the Great Qian Dynasty has reached its peak.

It was a night when everyone seemed to be intoxicated with excitement.

However, the Shenwu Marquis Mansion is like a black meteorite in the starry sky, maverick, quiet and empty, and lonely in the sky.

This night, Bai Fan did not cultivate, but looked at the two strands of green silk braided hair, his eyes were stunned, and he sat in silence all night.

Mo on the red dust three thousand, who is the ferryman.

In that previous life, I only hated not being able to meet, you and I didn't know, and I was reincarnated several times in vain.

On that day, the lights were shining, and the reason was that he was a cultivator, not for lovesickness, but for the rest of his life.

In this life, I know you well, not for longevity, but for staying together, looking forward to a quiet time, talking with you, waiting for the prosperity to fall, and growing old with you.

That time, parting, full of sorrows, I have been looking for you, but the road is too dark and too far, you have to wait for me, I will cross the heavens, find you, come to meet you......

"You're going to wait for me ......"

As the sunlight shone through the old screen window, and fell on the lonely figure, a murmur rang out.

Bai Fan put away his braids, pushed open the door and walked out, facing the rising sun, he was tall and majestic, the invincible Shenwu Marquis, came back again, as if last night was just a whisper left in a dream.

The entire Hou Mansion was unusually quiet, most of the guards and attendants were taken a few days off by Bai Fan, and went home to reunite with their families, even Pu Zhi was nowhere to be found, but Bai Fan knew that he was going in the direction of the ruins of the Great Chan Temple.

At this moment, a sword attendant walked outside the door, accompanied by a tall samurai with a hard face.

Bai Fan recognized that this warrior was one of the capable generals under Yang Qian, the Jade Prince.

"See Shenwu Hou, this is the New Year's gift that Prince Yu specially ordered the villain to give to Hou Ye from Xiguan, please accept it", the warrior was dusty, solemnly took out a jade bottle only the size of a thumb from his arms, raised his hands above his head, and respectfully handed it to Bai Fan.

"Huh? Curious and strange atmosphere......"

After Bai Fan felt a faint aura emanating from the jade bottle, he raised his eyebrows, and suddenly became interested, Yang Qian would also send gifts every year in the past, but most of them were rich and ordinary things, but this year's one seems to be a little unusual.

As soon as his mind moved, the jade bottle floated into the air, and immediately shattered, revealing a drop of bright red liquid, with an inexplicable Xuanguang circulating, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"What is this?" Bai Fan stared for a long time, but he didn't recognize it, he had never seen this thing, and there was no record in the Immortal Gu's spiritual material treasures, so it was probably something unique to this world.

The warrior hurriedly replied: "Lord Houhou, this is a drop of divine wine unique to the Jingyuan Temple of the Fire Luo Kingdom, called 'Tugulas', which translates into Daqian characters as 'Blood of the Evil God'. ”

"Tugulas! Evil Blood. Bai Fan read the name in his mouth, recalled it, and then found a record of this thing from his memory.

The blood of the evil god is the wine of the Jingyuan Temple of the Fire Luo Kingdom. It is said that this wine was brewed with the blood of an evil person killed by their leader in ancient times. Every drop of this kind of wine is a dream elixir for those who practice martial arts and cultivate the Tao. Legend has it that if you use this wine, point it in the center of your eyebrows, and infiltrate it into the blood, and the qi and blood of the whole body will be greatly nourished, and at the same time, the soul will also swell! Some people even say that with just a drop of wine, after absorbing it, the Divine Soul Cultivator of the Possession Realm can break through the ghost immortal barrier!

However, although this thing can be called a treasure, but for him, it is useless, he has already been a ghost and immortal seven tribulations, where will he use this thing.

"Where did your prince get this thing?" Bai Fan flicked his hand and put away the drop of evil god's blood, and asked casually.

The warrior replied with a straight look: "It was exchanged for a sacrifice from a Jingyuan Temple, a total of two drops, the prince himself took one drop, and the other is this drop given to the Hou Ye." ”

"He has a heart", Bai Fan nodded lightly, whether it was useful or not, Yang Gan's heart was still worthy of appreciation.

Immediately, the light flashed, Bai Fan's palm was spread flat, and a magic weapon long sword with red mangs suddenly appeared, "You take this 'Nangang Divine Fire Sword' back and hand it over to your lord, just say that it is a magic weapon I gave him." ”

When the warrior heard this, he looked at the long sword that was almost condensed into flames with red light, and his eyes showed a look of surprise and madness, and he hurriedly bent down and stepped forward to take back the magic sword with both hands, "The villain will thank the prince for his grace!" ”

The power of this magic sword is secondary, and the most important thing is the meaning it represents, it is the magic weapon used by Shenwu Hou in the past years to follow Emperor Qiandi Yang Pan's conquest, and it is also the original body of the sword of the warriors of the Shenwu Battalion, holding this sword represents the Shenjian Battalion that can mobilize the Shenwu Hou Mansion, and it also represents that the owner of this sword stands behind the Shenwu Hou! In the territory of Daqian, as long as the people who have reached a certain level of understanding this sword, no one dares to try its edge.

After a while, the warrior carefully put away the magic sword and left, and after Bai Fan sent out a spiritual treasure, there was no fluctuation, this magic weapon was completely meaningless to him now, he handed over this sword to Yang Gan, and he was also telling the world that he would fully support Yang Gan! And not in the case of the previous imminent departure.

After all, a master and apprentice, even if he is only a registered disciple, Bai Fan treats him very differently from others.

Not long after the warrior left, another sword attendant came over and said, "Lord Hou, there is a young man outside the gate of the mansion who asks to see him, saying that he has come to see the teacher. ”

"Let him in, he will come back later, and let him go directly." Bai Fan already knew who it was.

"Yes, my subordinates know."

Then the divine sword attendant turned around and left, and in less than a cup of tea, he walked over with Hong Yi, but he solemnly saluted and greeted, and between his manners, he had a strong scholarly habit. (To be continued.) )