Half an hour later, there was a thunderclap on the ground. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Immediately, the sky that had been shining with the sun was suddenly covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and a howling wind.

Seeing a rainstorm coming, Bai Fan frowned, although he was not afraid of the rain, but in the rainstorm, his vision was blank, and there was no trace of people, and it was impossible to continue to hurry, so he had to find a place to shelter from the rain for the time being.

Looking far away, he saw a temple on a low mountain hundreds of meters away, and he groaned a little in his heart, and suddenly the light flowed under his feet, and a round of the great sun was tiled and sublimated, supporting him to float high in the sky.

Then, the golden aura flashed instantly, and it turned into a rainbow light and swept across the sky, towards the temple on the slope of the low mountain.

In just a few hundred meters, less than ten breaths, it came in a flash.

When the temple is seen from a distance, the weather is extraordinary, and it is not until close that it is found that this temple is actually a dilapidated empty temple.

In addition to the four walls of the roof are still intact, the temple inside has been emptied, and some sundries are piled up on the ground crookedly, looking dilapidated.

Bai Fan's face was as calm as water, and he walked to a corner and sat down straight, the ground was full of dust, but he didn't have half of it on his body. Looking closely, he could see that he sat down on a layer of invisible qi that floated slightly, causing it to float off the ground.

Then, he continued his previous practice when he walked, and comprehended the cultivation mantra of the 'Illusion Body Technique'.

This Immortal Dao True Method, for him, was easy to obtain, and it was completely an unexpected gain.

Therefore, with regard to this true dharma, he does not expect too much, nor does he have any disappointment. In short, look at it with a normal heart, and cultivate like an ordinary spell.

Moreover, the speed of comprehending the 'Illusion Body Technique' is far faster than when he first comprehended the 'Xiao Zhou Tian Protective Body Gang Qi'.

The reason is also very simple, firstly, this trick is indeed not as subtle as the 'Xiao Zhou Tian Protective Body Gang Qi'; secondly, through the cultivation of the 'Little Zhou Tian Protective Body Gang Qi', his own understanding of the immortal Dao spell is also much more profound than before, and at this time, it is naturally twice the result with half the effort.

After obtaining this trick, in less than two months in total, Bai Fan had almost fully comprehended it, and only after understanding the last bit of obscurity, he could start to cultivate.

On the other side, seeing Bai Fan flying away, the three people who followed him from a distance were all amazed, and their eyes flashed with horror.

"Senior sister, what kind of martial arts did that senior perform just now? The sun is soaring, just like an immortal! "The junior sister who spoke was only in her two decades, Xiuruo Zhilan, gentle and gentle, but she had little experience in the rivers and lakes, and she didn't know anything about the secrets of a long time ago.

"Senior sister, senior sister takes the first step, you can follow up by yourself." A different color flashed in her senior sister's eyes, and then she raised her luck and rushed in the direction of the temple with light skills, and in the blink of an eye, she was already four or five feet away.

"Senior brother, why don't you chase after you?"

The storyteller looked at his junior sister, smiled, and said, "Actually, I don't know the identity of that senior, and I don't know why your senior sister is chasing him, but I faintly feel a sense of closeness, so I just followed." ”

"I see, but is what you said in the restaurant true?"

A trace of gloom flashed in the storyteller's eyes, and he said wistfully: "Gui Xuanying has never spoken falsely in his life. It's going to rain, junior sister, I'll take you up to hide from the rain. ”

The younger sister saw that the storyteller touched the knot in her heart, so she stopped talking, thanked her gently, and then went up the mountain together.

In the ruined temple, empty and quiet, Bai Fan closed his eyes with a deep heart, and the sentences of immortal scriptures in his mind, and the annotations in the jade slips, corroborated each other and turned into his own understanding.

The illusion of the body trick, the illusion of the body, its truth is as iron, flawless, as the understanding gradually deepened, Bai Fan unconsciously gave birth to a trace of different ideas.

Maybe this trick can shine in his hands, because he has a unique advantage compared to other reincarnations.

The sound of footsteps came from far and near, in a hurry, showing the impetuous heart of the owner.

She walked in, and when she saw that Bai Fan was really behind, her eyes suddenly lit up, and after pondering for a while, she cautiously stepped forward, knelt down on her knees, and kowtowed respectfully.

"Disciple to meet the ancestor."

Bai Fan opened his eyes, glanced at her lightly and said, "How are you sure?" You must know that worshipping the wrong teacher is a serious crime! ”

"When the disciple was young, he was fortunate to have witnessed the dignity of the master in Mount Emei, and he remembered it in his heart for a long time, and he did not dare to forget it." She lay her head on the ground, not daring to lift it in the slightest, and there was a tremor in her voice.

"What's your name?"

"Disciple Ding Minjun."

When Bai Fan heard this name, he snorted coldly: "Hmph, get up and stand aside." ”

Ding Minjun was stunned, cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, he didn't know how to annoy Bai Fan, and he had the heart to continue to talk to him, but he was afraid of being condemned, so he had to answer in a low voice, got up and stood not far from him.

After a while, the storyteller and his sister also came in, and by this time, the rain had been pouring down, crackling and crackling.

The two of them were drenched with some rain, their coats were soaked, and a gust of wind blew the dilapidated temple door open, and the cold wind penetrated straight in.

When the storyteller saw this, he split the broken tables and stools on the ground, used them as firewood, and lit a pair of bonfires to keep everyone warm.

Bai Fan turned a blind eye to everything, these three people can be regarded as juniors, but they are just strangers with a little relationship to him.

The so-called chance, where is there such a good thing.

Ding Minjun is full of scheming, but unfortunately his heart is higher than the sky, and his life is thinner than paper.

First of all, she shouldn't leave her junior sister behind and go first by herself, so that she cares about her fellow disciples for herself, which is the most disgusting to Bai Fan.

Second, she shouldn't be called Ding Minjun, in the original book, this person is competitive and talentless, and his talent is too poor, Bai Fan can't look down on him at all.

The storyteller and his sister didn't know Bai Fan's identity, and when they saw his pure appearance, they didn't dare to disturb, and they gathered around the stove to make a fire.

At this moment, there was a sound of stumbling footsteps outside, and a man in his twenties and less than thirty walked in, holding a thick-backed knife in one hand, drenched all over his body, covered with scars, his clothes were stained red with blood, and he was carrying a boy of six or seven years old on his back.

As soon as he entered the temple, he ignored the bloody wounds on his body, first lowered the boy from behind, groped it carefully, and was relieved to see that he was intact.

Then he looked at the situation in the temple, and after seeing the long sword beside the second daughter, he suddenly showed a look of vigilance.

"Uncle Hu, I'm cold ......" The boy looked at the bonfire in the middle of the temple, pulled the man's sleeve, and said pitifully.

Hearing this, the man gently stroked the boy's head, then took a deep breath, stepped forward and said, "A few heroes, my nephew is young and frail, can you make it convenient for him to warm up by the fire and dry his clothes?" ”

The storyteller clasps his hands around his chest, closes his eyes and listens to them.

The junior sister looked at the boy, showed pity, and said with a smile: "You all come, the location is very spacious, and it is not in the way." ”

"Thank you!" The man sat down by the campfire with the boy in his arms, his scimitar at his lap.

The rain was pouring heavily for two hours, and at this time, the sky was completely dark, and the ruined temple was also plunged into darkness, except for the bonfire in the center that emitted a warm glow.

The man took out a piece of dry food soaked in the rain from his bosom, mixed it with blood, slightly reddened, and handed it to the boy to eat.

But after the boy only ate a few bites, he shook his head again and again and stopped eating, but rolled his eyes and looked at his junior sister with a blank eye.

I saw that the younger sister didn't know when, and took out a stack of scallion pancakes wrapped in oiled paper from the baggage, not only was not soaked by the rain, but also exuded a faint fragrance.

After she gave the storyteller and sister to eat, when she saw the boy looking at him, she smiled and handed him three or four cakes, and said, "Let's eat together, I have a lot of them here." ”

"Thank you, pretty sister."

The boy very obediently handed the dough to the man, took one of his own, and ate it with his little mouth, and his little face was full of smiles.

"Da En is not grateful, dare to ask the girl which sect of disciple she is?" The man asked solemnly with his hands facing his junior sister.

"It's just a gesture, don't worry about it."

The junior sister shook her head slightly, then looked in the direction of Bai Fan, muttered a little, held two cakes with a handkerchief, got up and walked to him, bent her knees, and said softly: "Senior, you can also eat a little, I'm afraid that the heavy rain won't stop tonight." (To be continued.) )