The road of life is rugged and winding, and the long, the higher the climber, the heavier the loneliness, until he climbs to the top.

Maybe he will find that all the things on the peak, in addition to the gold-colored fame and honor, and the silver-white taste of success, are only gray-black loneliness.

Feng Sanyan originally had a road to success in front of him, and he also had a way to reach the top, but Feng Sanyan was also afraid of the countless gray-black loneliness, so Feng Sanyan resolutely gave up this road.

He held the dragon pill coveted by the people of the world in his hand, and the unjust Daoist stood beside Feng Sanyan with his body bent, and at this moment, a strong wind blew and rolled up the clothes of the unjust Daoist and Feng Sanyan.

At this moment, Feng Sanyan actually appeared in Feng Sanyan, a chivalrous man who served the country and the people, and such a noble and unobtainable quality could appear in this little-known person.

Feng Sanyan looked at the vast and sleepless Xiangjiang River, and then smashed the dragon pill into a big stone and turned it into a pile of powdered dragon pills, which was held by Feng Sanyan in his hand.

Feng Sanyan sprinkled these powders into the rolling Xiangjiang River, and saw that the treasures that countless people in the world couldn't ask for turned into a pile of powder, as if it was like watching those golden power beauties, and all kinds of desires were far away from him, Feng Sanyan seemed to have been sublimated in his heart at this moment.

Not only Feng Sanyan was like this, but even the people who were unjust felt that they seemed to be closer to a certain kind of avenue at this moment.

The powder of Long Dan, the water of the Xiangjiang River, I don't know if it will have a peculiar effect, and after that, many big people have appeared one after another, and I don't know if it was born because of all these actions that Feng Sanyan did today.

Just like a small butterfly flapping its wings, it is possible that there will be a tornado in another place because of this flapping of its wings, of course, this is a later story, not for the time being.

After solving the Dragon Dan, Feng Sanyan and the Unjust Daoist finally ushered in a very peaceful time, during which the reputation of Feng Sanyan and the Unjust Daoist became more and more famous in the town.

Everyone knows that it is difficult to find Feng Sanyan, Feng Sanyan and the unfair Taoist seem to have become a close existence like a master and apprentice, whenever Feng Sanyan will go to the town to find a job to do, find a job, get paid, that night will buy a white cut chicken, and then buy two taels of wine and go back to the two of them to eat with the two of them to smear oil.

I don't know how happy and chic I have to live such a day, Feng Sanyan feels more and more that the decision he made at the beginning is right, otherwise he has Long Dan, he is entangled by all kinds of desires all day long, and he has to beware of others doing it to him day and night, how can he live faster on this kind of day.

Feng Sanyan began to follow the formal cultivation of the unequal Daoist, but these cultivation methods were not officially regarded as worshipping Longhu Mountain, and the Unequal Daoist said that although he made a mistake and was broken by Longhu Mountain, he still did not expel himself from the division after all.

So no matter what, the people of the Uneven Dao are still the people of Longhu Mountain, and the people of the Uneven Dao plan to take Feng Sanyan back to Longhu Mountain, which can be regarded as recognizing the ancestors and returning to the ancestors, and also allowing the ancestors to recognize Feng Sanyan's identity.

The people of the unjust road have already made plans, and the day of departure is set for the day half a month later.

Half a month is said to be gone, and before I know it, on this morning, the sun is just slightly rising, and some crystal clear dew drops drip from under a fallen leaf to the ground below, as if moistening every seedling below.

At this moment, at the gate of the town, there are several villagers who are sending off two people, this one of them is not handsome, but he is attractive, with a strong body and a cloth bag on his back.

There was also a sloppy Taoist beside him with his back bent and a lame foot, this was naturally Feng Sanyan and the Unjust Daoist, originally Feng Sanyan and the Unjust Daoist planned to go quietly, but they never thought that these villagers didn't know where they got the news, so they had to come to congratulate Feng Sanyan and the Unjust Daoist.

It is said that Feng Sanyan and the unfair Daoist have solved many things in the town, why do you have to come and send it, this enthusiasm is difficult, Feng Sanyan and the unjust Daoist can only agree, the people in this town have Feng Sanyan on the rich side, and there is also Mrs. Liu who cured the rat spirit last time.

This place is far away from Longhu Mountain, and at this moment, I am afraid that the footsteps of Feng Sanyan and the uneven Daoist are hurrying and hurrying to say less, and there are more than February and less than March, which is very common in the traffic situation at that time.

At that time, rich people were riding horses, and people without money could only rely on their own legs, people like Feng Sanyan and the unjust people were all people who ate this meal without a meal, and they didn't worry about eating and drinking, just looking at their own God who could reward themselves with a bite of food, and if they didn't eat, they tightened their belts, and they could endure a meal.

After all, according to the words of the unjust Taoists, it is natural that God will not starve the cultivators to death, and will always give the cultivators a bite to eat at the most difficult time.

Horseback riding can only be a luxury, and Feng Sanye originally saw that the two of them were going to go far away, so he prepared two thousand-mile horses with strong bodies and shiny fur for Feng Sanyan and this unfair person.

But Feng Sanyan and the unfair Taoist rejected Feng Sanye's kindness, Feng Sanyan and the unfair Taoist said that they wanted to take a look all the way, appreciate the customs and customs of various places, and by the way, if there was anything that could be managed, they would also take care of this idle matter, and even seeing that the two of them insisted on doing so, Feng Sanyan no longer refused.

"Okay, everyone, there will be a farewell to you for a thousand miles, and my master and I have already received your hearts, since this is the case, you should go back!" Feng Sanyan said.

Although he did not fully formally worship the unjust Taoist as a teacher, but since getting along with each other, Feng Sanyan had already regarded the unfair Taoist as his master, and the uneven Taoist did not feel more prevented from Feng Sanyan's title, as if he had acquiesced to this situation.

After this period of cultivation, Feng Sanyan's body bones became stronger, and the exposed half of his chest was emitting golden light under the sun.

"Three-eyed, I don't know how long it will take you to come back, no matter what, the people of our town are waiting for you to come back at any time!" Feng Sanye stood up.

He held Feng Sanyan's hand, his eyes could no longer suffer from those piercing pains, it can be said that this was more or less stained with Feng Sanyan's light.

It's just a pity that the half-doutoutuo who healed Feng Sanye's eyes at the beginning has already become a dead soul under a boulder.

This made Feng Sanyan sigh and sigh, sure enough, life is impermanent, who can estimate today and tomorrow, whether it will come first tomorrow or accidentally?

Feng Sanyan nodded, looking at the group of villagers who came to see him off, his eyes couldn't help but have some redness, but he quickly put away these rednesses.

Feng Sanyan was born and raised in this town, and since he was a child, he has eaten hundreds of family meals, rubbed a meal at Aunt Liu's house, and then borrowed a night at Uncle Li's house, until he was able to support himself when he grew up, and then he stayed away from such days.

It can be said that many people in this town are Feng Sanyan's relatives, and seeing that he is about to leave, Feng Sanyan's heart is more or less reluctant, not only Feng Sanyan, but even those old people are constantly wiping tears.

Feng Sanyan is a kind-hearted child, and he is also hot-hearted on weekdays, whenever the old man of any family encounters something that cannot be solved, Feng Sanyan will go over to help.

Working hard and tired, Feng Sanyan helped first, and he didn't complain to Feng Sanyan, but after today, Feng Sanyan probably won't appear in this town again.

There was a sadness in the air, but the unjust people laughed, held their wine gourd in their hands, hummed a leisurely song in their mouths, and slowly walked forward, and drank two sips of wine from time to time, as if playing the world and not putting the world's affairs in their hearts.

Feng Sanyan bowed to these village elders again, and then chased after the unjust people.

The unjust Daoist threw the wine gourd in his hand to Feng Sanyan, and Feng Sanyan also poured the liquor into his mouth as soon as the lid was opened.

"Haha, comfortable, it's really comfortable, life has to be happy!" Feng Sanyan laughed.

During this period of time when he was learning Taoism with the unjust Taoists, Feng Sanyan also began to slowly learn words, and he was also involved in Tang and Song poetry, so at the moment, Feng Sanyan had an unusually strong aura, and there was more of a light of wisdom, Feng Sanyan was not a stupid person, he was a kind of wise and foolish person, a smart person who looked stupid.

Feng Sanyan was able to completely empty his mind, and such a person was very terrifying to learn.

The two of them went away, and it wasn't until they watched their figures disappear completely, in the countryside in the town, that the rich man slowly faded.

It's just that they will all remember that once in the dilapidated Shiniu Temple, there lived a Taoist, and there was an enthusiastic young man, this Taoist's name was called Buping, and that young man was called Feng Sanyan.

It is said that after Feng Sanyan and the unjust Daoist left Shiniuguan, they hurried towards Longhu Mountain, and before they knew it, half a month had passed.

On this day, it was not noon, it was almost noon, and the sun hung high in the sky, like a huge egg yolk, using the heat to scorch the earth below, and also to scorch the people living below.

At this moment, Feng Sanyan and the people of the Unjust Dao had entered a dense forest, surrounded by thick shade, and the sound of insects sounded from time to time, and a breeze struck, blowing away a lot of heat.

Feng Sanyan and the unjust Taoist have been in a hurry recently, and their bodies are even more sloppy, the uneven Taoist and Feng Sanyan are in tattered clothes, unkempt and unkempt, if someone doesn't say it, they won't think that these two are Taoist priests from the wandering side, and they think that this is a beggar who fled from where!

"Three eyes, let's stop and hurry first, rest and rest, you must know that the meridian time of every day is the best time to practice kung fu, you must not delay, hurry up and sit cross-legged, and it is not too late to leave after quietly cultivating for an hour!"

The unjust Daoist stopped Feng Sanyan and said.

Feng Sanyan nodded, Taoist people have always paid attention to the meridian time, and they all say that within the two hours of the child hour and the noon hour, the earth qi rises, and the yang qi will also come to the extreme.

Therefore, cultivating within these two hours can achieve twice the result with half the effort, and the reason why people who are not just Taoists is because they no longer have the desire to cultivate.

It can be said that in the minds of the unjust people, he doesn't even know why he is alive, he only knows that living every day is a day.

At present, supervising Feng Sanyan's cultivation, the unjust Daoist has not slackened for a moment, seeing that Feng Sanyan is already sitting in a clearing, closing his eyes and pranayama.

The unjust Taoist took the wine gourd and poured two sips of wine into it, but found that the wine gourd had dried up at some point, and not even a drop of wine was poured out.

The unjust man licked his dry lips, and suddenly found the sound of a stream murmuring in his ears, and couldn't help but glance at Feng San, and then slowly walked in the direction of the stream.