Chen Ping, as the senior brother of the fifteenth generation of disciples, was not low in popularity, and after Song Yan finished saying his name, everyone present had already remembered which one it was. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And then then there is doubt.

Isn't this person special?

"What do you mean?" Mingyue asked.

Song Yan smiled: "You just say to give or not to give..."

Mingyue shook her head: "We can't make decisions about this matter, we can only decide by Senior Brother Wise himself." ”

In fact, for the sake of safety, it would be easier to take Chen Ping away in the middle of the night, but Song Yan didn't know the immortal Dao methods of this world, and he didn't know if it would trigger any formation.

What's more, you obviously have the strength, why sneak around?

After thinking about it, it is better to suppress people with power and let Jingming hand over people directly.

But I didn't expect that Jingming Dao would actually respect the opinions of his own disciples?

"What if he doesn't agree?" Song Yan asked.

"Then we have to keep fighting!" Mingyue replied.

Song Yan shook his head: "This is not up to you!" ”

At this time, Jingming Mountain has restored order, after all, the mountain is full of formations, and the vibration of the battle cannot be transmitted far, only the master can feel it, and the others are still busy for the ceremony.

After looking for Li Mengxuan, Song Yan was surprised to find that this little girl was in the main hall, and unexpectedly, she was with Chen Ping...

"My master is very strong, and with a wave of his hand, it is a very high iceberg..."Li Mengxuan said.

"Yes, yes, yes..."Chen Ping said perfunctorily, not taking it seriously at all.

He was one of those people who didn't feel the fight, he just saw a lost little girl, and he didn't believe it when he heard the little girl say that the master who brought her was going to fight, but he couldn't rest assured that the little girl was running around alone, so he just put it with him.

It is rare that the little girl does not reject him, because he has a similar aura to the master.

Song Yan stood far away and looked at Chen Ping in the crowd.

Glamorous and beautiful, the stars hold the moon, and I think I am also a figure like the pearl of Jingming Dao.

He thought of Mingyue again, who was also a disciple of the fifteenth generation, and this one had already become an immortal.

I don't know how these two people usually get along.

"Hey, master, here!" Li Mengxuan saw Song Yan in the crowd and hurriedly beckoned.

Song Yan smiled and simply walked over.

Chen Ping turned his head and also saw Song Yan.

"Pretty cute little girl, is that your junior?" Chen Ping asked with a smile.

After all, Li Mengxuan's qualifications are not good, and Chen Ping thought that this was Song Yan's relative, so he would accept the apprentice.

Song Yan nodded, and pulled Li Mengxuan over: "I'm causing you trouble..."

"Master, are we leaving?" Li Mengxuan asked.

Song Yan nodded: "Yes..."

Taking the Pure Ming Dao by force, he could not pursue Song Yan's injury to those miscellaneous disciples, but he would never give Song Yan a good look.

Why should Song Yan be bored here.

However, leaving here does not mean giving up, Song Yan just tightened his fists and waited for the next attack.

Descending the mountain, Song Yan sensed the scope of the Drought Fish Realm and left Jingming Mountain far away.

He has already figured out the combat power of the great grandmaster, to say that strong is indeed strong, especially the artistic conception is inscrutable, a Taiji diagram can defend against the incomparable ten thousand laws at the foot of the foot, and the role of that huge earth has not yet been figured out.

However, there is a limit to this strength, as they do not have good resistance to physical attacks from single bodies.

It's a bit like Uejo Dangma, even if he can disable any superpower, this ability can't allow him to defeat the gangsters on the side of the road.

It's just that Song Yan has the most in his hands and is the little gangster.

The location that Song Yan came to was probably Tangshan, but this world is a mountain forest.

These Taoist priests really moved a lot of mountains to cultivate medicinal herbs, flora and fauna.

However, the herbs are living very well, but the lives of the people are not very good.

The country is not the country, the country is not the family, the development of science and technology is all driven by individuals, and whether or not they can be saved in the event of a catastrophe depends on the mood of the monks.

Even if they can't see each other again for thirty years, parents are willing to let their children cultivate immortals, even if they are separated from each other in life and death...

This is what Song Yan saw all the way over, he didn't think this was right or wrong, he must have liked this kind of life very much, after all, there is a hope of immortality.

Naturally, there will be people who hate this kind of life, after all, a person has struggled all his life to become the richest man in the world, but the value of all assets added up is like a pill that prolongs life for 20 years...

It's easy to lose hope while you're alive.

"Mengxuan, you said that there is a world with hope but no miracles, or a world with miracles but no hope, which one do you like?"

Xiao Mengxuan shook his head: "Isn't there a world where miracles and hopes exist?" ”

Then who knows!

With a wave of his hand, a hard house was created by him, and with a wave of his hand, the air molecules moved violently, and even the temperature in the hut rose.

"Master?" Li Mengxuan looked at all this suspiciously.

Song Yan smiled: "It's going to snow..."

Before you know it, a heavy snowfall covering half of China has fallen.

Many sects in need dispersed the clouds, but more of them went with the flow and let the snowflakes fall freely.

Song Yan sat quietly in front of the hut and looked at the snowflakes.

Li Mengxuan couldn't stay in the house and wanted to come out for a snowball fight, but Song Yan didn't have this interest, so she made a snowman to play with her.

This snowman was named Barbie by the little girl...

Facheng's enlightenment ceremony has begun, and this kind of ceremony is not as simple as people from the same way coming to eat and drink, but by the enlightened people to tell about the path they have taken, and to bring up the juniors and colleagues who are still on the road.

After all, there are only a few who can attain enlightenment, and most of them die halfway through.

Fa Cheng's practice of the "Zhengyang Sutra" of the Pure Ming Secret Transmission, which was born from the "Pure Yang Gong" of the Pure Yang Sect, is a practice that directly points to the Great Dao.

Straight to the avenue, that is, Jindan Avenue.

After the golden pill, most of the monks began to practice on their own, getting rid of their dependence on the exercises.

Song Yan sat on the mountain a hundred miles away, also quietly listening to the sermon.

From the beginning of visualization, to practicing qi and meditating, to leaving the soul out of the body, to carefully surviving the three calamities, around a great sect disciple, Fa Cheng is also quite difficult.

In the end, Fa Cheng took the I Ching as the base, and the Gen hexagram became the Tao for Man, and showed his artistic conception.

This is a big stone that is not more than a foot, not to mention compared to Mingyue, even Jingyi is much worse.

But in Song Yan's opinion, this is not the case, because according to Xiao Qi, cultivating artistic conception is an extremely difficult thing, but everyone here seems to have enlightenment...

The ceremony finally ended, and the people who came to watch the ceremony gradually began to disperse.

Song Yan looked at the snowflakes in the sky and secretly summarized the content of this sermon. He always felt that although he couldn't cultivate immortals, he might be able to learn something.

For example, the soul survives the three calamities and achieves the primordial god?

"Xiao Qi, help me take care of my soul, and save me if you find something wrong!" Song Yan instructed that after all, he had no division commander, and no one to support him.

Sit on the edge of a broken edge and feel the wind blowing from below.

On the hill but the wind is still relatively light, and the further down it goes, the stronger it gets.

This is the wonderful thing about a typhoon.

Song Yanpan sat down and carefully released his soul.

The three calamities refer to the three natural phenomena of wind, fire and thunder, which are not a disaster, but a test of the soul.

After the soul is able to get out of the body, it must first be blown by the wind, and when it can survive freely in the wind without being affected by the wind, the wind disaster will be overcome.

It's just that don't look at it as just a wisp of wind, there is no difference between a soul facing the wind without physical protection and a knife facing the body, so the whole process of adaptation is a masochistic process.

Song Yan's soul also felt this sourness, but fortunately, because spiritual power could exercise the soul, his feeling was not so profound, but he still felt discomfort in the wind.

It's just discomfort, and I don't feel like I'm being exercised at all.

"Is the wind too light?" Song Yan thought secretly.

However, it was getting late, and the wind at night was difficult to grasp, so Song Yan also stopped exercising and got down to business.

Around Jingming Mountain, hundreds of thousands of square kilometers of land were originally covered with snow. Now, these white snow have become the army of Song Yan's expedition.

The heavy snow for two days and one night was as thick as two feet, and the two-foot thick snow was exchanged for an army of millions of snowmen who had no wisdom and only had the order to attack Jingming Mountain.

"Master, now you are a lot more ruthless..."Xiao Qi admired: "It should have been like this a long time ago, those meaningless kindnesses should be abandoned." ”

Song Yan shook his head: "It's not that I'm ruthless, it's just that my ability is enough, so I don't care about some things anymore." ”

In the past, he would be in awe of life because life is precious, but now, as long as he dies for no more than seven days, Song Yan can completely create a body that is exactly the same as the deceased's original to resurrect him.

What else is needed to be feared, and then resurrected after the purpose has been achieved.

"Anyway, this kind of change is always good..."Xiao Qi is very happy, the heart and the heart are different after all, and he is secretly happy to see this change in the master.