The sky is clear, and the autumn mountains are red, purple, and purple under the decoration of flowers and trees, and they look colorful, as if they want to show their beauty before the snow is covered, and the beauty is not only the vitality of spring, the lush greenery of summer, but also the autumn colors, and the sea of brilliant colors. Mu Feng walked along the riverbank, and he was also immersed in the sorrow of parting and the confusion of an uncertain future.

Suddenly, a loud crane chirped him from his sorrow. He looked up confused, and then stood there stunned. The aim is bright, colorful colors, red, yellow, green. It was as if the painter had gone mad, and with a vigorous wave of the palette, the watercolor fell on the mountain in a disorderly and natural manner, either in succession or in spots. The colors change with the mountain, sometimes bright red, sometimes bright yellow, sometimes emerald green······

Sunlight and white clouds work together to bring life to the already stereotyped colors. The harmony of colors is beyond the reach of even the most astute painters. At the foot of the mountain, the stream flows into a shallow pool, and the ripples on the water surface stir the reflected colors, like a dye vat that stirs the color mixture, and when the mountain breeze passes, it returns to the reflection of the calm appearance, which makes people can't help but admire the omnipotence of nature.

Mu Feng is in this world of color change, as if he is in a kaleidoscope, he looks quietly, listens quietly, his mind is excited with the mixing and changing of colors, as if something is turning over the river and the sea in his heart, his eyes touch, red and green are mixed, and his heart rhythm is irregular, as if something is going to break out of his chest, as if he wants to integrate with the colorful colors he sees in front of him. The internal forces are also somewhat uncontrolled, and the qi is disordered.

But Mu Feng didn't realize that he was in the same sense of heaven and man, the vastness of heaven and earth, which could accommodate all things, but he didn't have such a humble mind. He looked at everything in front of him with some greed, as if he wanted to integrate everything in front of him into his body. Zhuang Zhoumeng Butterfly only felt the same as the butterfly, and experienced the freedom of the butterfly dancing with the wind.

But Mu Feng's mind was constantly changing at this time, and as he saw it, he really felt every leaf, the color, and the stem, and it was so unpredictable that his qi was disordered, and his mind was difficult to reconcile with his body, as if he wanted to break away from his body and be with heaven and earth.

A breeze blew his long eyelashes, and he blinked before he stabilized his mind, and in the breeze he calmed his unconscious surging true qi. He silently closed his eyes, but all kinds of colors were still clearly reflected in his heart, but at this time, he could keep his mind, not chaotic and clear, as if a mirror only reflected the complex colors, but the mirror itself did not change.

During this process, Mu Feng's mind was confused and Qingming was repeated several times, and he almost went mad, and finally he kept his heart. When he opened his eyes, it was already sunset, the world was bright red under the sunset, Mu Feng looked at the sunset, and felt that the body and mind were transparent inside and outside, and he was comfortable, and the internal force of the whole body was running without hindrance, and the true qi was used freely. The blood oozing from the corners of his mouth had congealed. Just when he was settled, the cube that Grandpa Baicao gave him moved, but Mu Feng didn't feel it. After resting by the stream for a while and eating something.

He was lucky in his legs, following from top to bottom, tapping the ground with his toes, jumping lightly to be more than ten zhang, his body was like the wind, light and elegant, as if riding the wind, flying on the branches, jumping between the branches, playing for a while, he chose a direction to go away with the wind, and disappeared into the sunset after a while. The sky was getting dark, and the darkness was gradually obscuring the afterglow of the setting sun.

Sunset City crawls on the earth like a sleeping beast. The population of the city is about a few hundred thousand, and the Sunset Forest is located in the southeast corner of the whole of Middle-earth. In Middle-earth, it is neither a big nor a small city, and the city lord is a master of the Gang Realm. In Middle-earth, as far as we can see on weekdays, the martial arts can be divided into three major realms according to the essence of the human body: melting essence, entering qi, and transforming the gods, among which the realm of melting essence is also the process of forging the body, which is divided into three small realms from the outside to the inside: forging skin, easy tendons, and changing bones.

The cultivation of the Forging Skin Realm to the peak can be regarded as invulnerable in the eyes of ordinary people, which means that ordinary people can't hurt them with knives and guns. In the realm of Yijin, you can open the stele and crack the stone, and for ordinary people, you will be injured when you touch it, and you will die when you hit it. The bone-changing realm force carries thousands of catties, and the speed is abnormal.

The realm of qi entry is also divided into three small realms from the inside to the outside: gathering qi, turning into gang, and controlling qi. For ordinary people, it is like a magician, and the Qi Gathering Realm jumps and moves, more than ten feet in length. In the martial arts, he can be regarded as a grandmaster. The Gang Realm can emit Gang Qi and hurt people invisibly. The Imperial Qi Realm can stand in the air, and all kinds of means are really divine.

The realm of gods is a first-class immortal, turning over rivers and seas, and omnipotent. The Transformation Realm only exists in legends for ordinary people, and of course it may be a roadside beggar begging from you. Transforming gods and masters are generally obsessed with martial arts, acting profoundly and unfathomably, they understand the way of heaven better than ordinary people, and all things are incomprehensible to ordinary people. Each small realm has the distinction of initial entry, small success, great success, and consummation.

On this day, the city lord's mansion was heavily guarded and the atmosphere was tense. In a high pavilion in the mansion, two people stood and watched the sun set in the distance. "Great Commander, I received a message from the Lord of Chiba City that a group of rogues will pass through Sunset City in the near future. An elegant middle-aged man with a restrained breath, a resolute face, and bright eyes said to a big man with cheeks accompanying him.

This elegant middle-aged man is Tang Tianyuan, the city lord of Sunset City. This great commander Liu Xiaoxi is a master of gathering energy, commanding the armaments of Sunset City, and has three battalions under his command, each battalion has a hundred martial artists above the Fusion Essence and Yi Muscle Realm, which are divided into A, B, and C according to the realm of martial artists. Each battalion is commanded by a deputy commander who gathers small strength.

These three battalions are the elite of Sunset City's army, known as the Xuanjia Army. Liu Xiaoxi smiled and said, "Big brother, I know, I will let the little ones be more active." "Although Liu Xiaoxi is a big man, his name is stingy, he is loyal and sincere, he seems to be rude, but he is quite cautious. On weekdays, he eats and drinks with his subordinates, and after eating and drinking, he trains his subordinates to the death. There is no trick to the cultivation of the Fusion Essence Realm, just continuous training to improve the strength and toughness of the body. As long as the forging skin realm can endure hardships and be beaten, almost everyone can achieve it.

The martial artist who has forged the skin is fair, the color is bright, the skin is rough and hard, the bronze color, and the greatest achievement will shed a layer of dead skin, like a worm chrysalis breaking through the cocoon, and a qualitative change occurs. Of course, you can't endure hardship, you can't endure severe pain, and it is difficult to want Dacheng, but it is also difficult and abnormal, and the warriors who generally forge Dacheng play the role of officers in the army, and then train the recruits to beat the recruits half to death, but they can't be beaten to death. After the recruit is beaten, if he forges Xiaocheng, he will have the opportunity to join the city defenders, and if he is beaten and does not have Xiaocheng, he will be sent back.

After hearing Liu Xiaoxi's answer, Tang Tianyuan said, "Okay, you go, don't be careless." "Well, big brother, I'm going. After Liu Xiaoxi finished speaking, he went down to the attic. Tang Tianyuan looked at the boundless forest in the distance with his hands behind his back, and the sunset that was dark red as blood and was about to fall into the forest, frowning slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and as if he was worried about something.

Wait until the sun sets and the forest is overwhelmed, and leave the pavilion. Walked into the inner courtyard and gently pushed open a wooden door, walked in, and looked at a little girl of four or five years old lying on the couch, her face was full of love, but her eyes were full of helplessness and sadness, and her brows were wrinkled into Sichuan characters. He silently walked to the bedside and saw the maid holding her head and her eyes closed. Shook the maid slightly.

When the maid woke up and saw the old man standing next to her, she stood up in a little panic, tied her hands and retreated to the side, bowed her head and called out to the master, and then stopped speaking. The maid looked up at Tang Tianyuan slightly, and then turned her head to look at the young lady lying on the couch, her eyes gradually turned red, and her eyes were full of tears. Tang Tianyuan looked at the little girl lying on the couch for a while, and said loudly: "Ning Xiang, go down and rest, I'll take care of Li'er." ”

The maid Ning Xiang was slightly blessed, looked at the young lady lying on the bed again, and retreated silently. Tang Tianyuan sat beside the couch, stretched out his warm big hand, and gently touched the little girl's face, as if stroking the most precious treasure. As the night deepened, I saw a faint glow from the candles in the house, and drops of melted wax oil were like dripping tears.

The night is like flowing water, because the moon hangs high. A young man covered in blood rode a strong and powerful black horse like a wind in the woods, and his skill in controlling horses was so great that the horse cooperated with him perfectly. So even in the woods, where the trees were cluttered, he rode his horse skillfully and skillfully, narrowly avoiding the many trees.

His face was resolute and resolute, and although he was seriously injured, his eyes were blazing, as if there was not the slightest hint of fatigue. He looked at the approaching branches in front of him, and if he usually wouldn't have been afraid to break them. But now he couldn't slow down, so he quickly leaned back when he was about to crash into it, keeping his back close to the horse's back. But the moment he put it on his horse's back, an armor-piercing arrow swept past him with a sharp chirp, and he could even see the faint blue sheen on the arrowhead.

He was scared for a moment, then quickly calmed down, stood upright, and looked at the trees in front of him to choose a path to walk. He was followed by several horsemen, following him in a semicircle, looking for an opportunity to shoot an arrow from time to time. With that, he quickly rushed out of the forest. Looking at the empty ground in front of him and the lonely city in the distance, he felt a little calm, and then leaned over and let the horse lead him towards Sunset City in the distance. The few people chasing behind him did not dare to rush out of the woods, and stopped more than a dozen feet away from the clearing. Let the horse run into the city.

When they knew that they could not do anything, they turned their horses and returned, cutting off eight heads on the way back, and after searching them for a while without finding them, they went deeper into the forest.

Deep in the forest there is a clearing, which has been artificially developed, and there are more than a dozen tents scattered in the clearing. More than a dozen people from far and near the tall trees around were hiding on the big trees to be on guard. Suddenly there was a birdsong, and then seven men on horseback approached the clearing, dismounted and walked before entering the clearing, and then came to the campfire.

They all knelt down on one knee in front of a man sitting around the campfire, covered in black robes. His body tensed, as if he was terrified. The black-robed man made a hoarse voice: "How is it?" One of the seven people said, "Tell the commander, ten people, eight dead and two wounded." The black-robed man's sitting posture did not change, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he paused, and said in a slightly cold voice: "Go down and receive the punishment." ”

The seven of them calmed down and said respectfully, "Thank you, Commander." Then he retired to the woods and was punished. And the black-robed man was still sitting motionless by the campfire, his figure lonely, as if he was thinking about something. The moonlight sprinkled coldly on the trees, turning up the leaves as the wind gusted.