Since there is a flying sword purple lightning, 'Li Xuan''s itinerary seems to be a lot more interesting.

Although this sword is limited by the texture of the material and the refining conditions, it is not a first-class fairy sword, but it is also comparable to the stubborn iron of extraordinary fire training, if it is used as a heavenly escape, then the edge is not too far away, if the texture of the purple electric sword is better, the effect of the escape technique will be better.

Therefore, whenever he goes to a place where people are inaccessible, he will always drive his sword to escape, turn into a slippery light, and walk through wantonly, until the beasts and birds in the mountains and forests are violently disturbed, but because of the fear of losing his way, his range of activities is only controlled within a radius of ten miles, and the sword light is also very low.

After walking like this for a few more days, I saw that the mountain was gradually slowing down, and villages appeared from time to time, and I found someone to inquire about it before I knew that the vast 100,000 mountains were already behind me......

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In the south of the 100,000 mountains, behind a hill, there is a small open land, but see the green trees are shady, the grass is everywhere, the breeze blows through the bursts of flowers, the colorful butterflies are decorated with honey, and the birds are crying happily.

The scenery is good, the ground is good, but the earthen bag arched in the center of the clearing, although it is also covered with weeds, looks very abrupt in this flat clearing, giving people a sense of incongruity.

Li Xuan stood quietly, looking at the small dirt bag in front of him affectionately, the breeze gently lifted the corners of his clothes and brushed the two strands of long hair on his forehead......

"Yan'er, how are you all these years?Do you miss me?It's lonely here...... "The great sadness that had been buried for more than ten years rose from his chest, and for a while his heart was like ice, and his body was like a tree, so that he couldn't extricate himself for a long time......

The heart is dead, the tears are dry, and the soul is unbearable to look back on.

When I wake up from a dream, I can't love it, and the past can't be swept away like smoke.

is also virtual and real, love and hate, and the leaves fall silently and the flowers harm themselves.

It's just that the way is to look for it, it's cold, it's miserable;

But helplessly, the days are long and sometimes endless, and this love is endless!

The years are like a song, and the course of life is like an undulating melody, there is excitement in the excitement, and there is depression in the low return, but life is like a song that starts from the first note and sings uninterruptedly to the end, and then after the song is gone, it still leaves a kind of melancholy full of memories of life in the world. Songs are beautiful and short, isn't that what love is all about? always inadvertently everything has passed away, and the most beautiful things are often incorrigibly left in memory, but irretrievable......

Putting aside the past, 'Li Xuan' couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh, looking at the vast sky dome stretching into the distance, quiet and long, but his heart was desolate. The breath of early spring mixed with the fragrance of the earth came to his face, and in the depths of his soul, in the cold gray and dead silence, there was a faint sprout of infinite vitality...... Go with the flow and don't forget to help...... A natural understanding and a faint melancholy lingered in his heart. At this moment, he felt that he seemed to have grasped something, not very clear, but real, his thoughts suddenly opened up between the ups and downs, life and death, and unconsciously, a vague realization rose in his heart......

The death of 'Yanran' is unforgettable for 'Li Xuan', but it also happens to have this sad ending, so that he can regain a clear and clear understanding of the so-called flowers and flowers in the red dust from an outsider's perspective, which cannot but be said to be a kind of chance, as the so-called: "Without the confusion of the past life, the consciousness of the next life?"

Under the sky of the sky, a peck and a drink, all of them are interlocking, and the flow of karma cannot be false at all.

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In a col not far from the hill, there was a cowherd in his teens, with a weed in his mouth, humming a little tune, lying on his back, and next to him was a fat old ox, which was leisurely gnawing on the grass on the ground.

Suddenly, a rapid and violent grinding sound pierced the tranquility of the mountain forest, and reached the ears of the cowherd baby, and he got up and looked around suspiciously......

I saw that in the sight obscured by the dense woods, a puff of gray smoke and dust spread over the treetops and drifted into the distance.

When the cowherd saw this scene, she felt strange in her heart, and secretly thought, "Then there is such a loud sound of smoke and dust, wait for me to take a look!" Thinking this, she tied the old ox to a tree, turned around and ran in the direction where the smoke and dust were rising.

Climbing up a small hill, the cowherd looked at the scene not far away and was stunned - in the grass called the mountain col by the locals, there was originally only a small dirt bag, but now a huge tomb made of long stone strips appeared out of thin air, occupying nearly half of the area of the grassland, not far from the messy stone hill, full of gravel, some stone powder that has not been dispersed is still floating in the air.

The cowherd clearly remembers that when she spent noon, she was still full of grass and rocks, which was not at all like the scene in front of her......

In front of that huge tomb, there stands a taller stone stele, look closely, the whole body is smooth, the whole body is hewn into a huge stone, and the stele is neatly engraved with a line of words: "The tomb of the beloved wife Yanran".

The handwriting is divided into three points of stone, like a round, not at all like a knife carving, and at the top of the tombstone, a stone lily is subtly "blooming", white as jade...... That used to be Ji Feixue's favorite flower when he was alive!

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Forgotten Rain City is located in the east of the 100,000 Great Mountains and is the largest capital of the 100,000 Great Mountains generation. The Yangtze River and its largest tributary, the Han River, traverse the capital, dividing the capital into three, and due to its unique geographical environment, its magnificent scenery shows a beautiful charm.

The rising sun in the morning hangs on the river like a shy girl half-concealed and half-hidden, emitting ten thousand golden glows; not far from the river, stands a huge city tower, the gilded glass reflects the sunlight, looking from afar, like a cluster of blooming purple and gold flowers, the well-planned road is like a strip of ribbons dotted in the meantime, pedestrians shuttle back and forth, a busy and rhythmic lively atmosphere.

In the midst of this bustling crowd, there was a tall young man in a coarse sermon robe, with a gourd hanging from his waist, his chest and breasts, half-draped and half-hung, his skin was like bronze, his face was ancient, his stubble was slightly flushed under the hard lip line, and his shoulder-length hair was tied back at will, looking uninhibited and uninhibited.

The appearance of this person was like a pebble falling into the calm water, and immediately attracted strange glances.

Looking at the scene in front of him, 'Li Xuan' felt a slight loss in his heart, everything in his memory was now gone, and all that remained in front of him was a strange back garden of the governor's mansion......

After a sigh, he took a big step and walked away, leaving behind all the criticism and talk about it.

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"Hey, you see that Taoist priest is so special! Which Taoist priest is not brightly dressed and hugging back and forth, and it is rare to see such a shabby!" a passer-by touched the person next to him and said softly.

"You don't understand this! the more you dress like this, the more you have to behave!" said another passer-by with a grin.

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Standing by the river, 'Li Xuan' stood with his hands in his hands, staring at the river, thoughtful.

At this time, it is already a clear blue sky, the sun is shining, the waves in the river are turbulent, the golden light is reflected, bright as the golden glow, like the golden snake of ten thousand trunk roads, soaring above the blue waves. With the sound of a thick and long wind, the moist river breeze came to his face, bringing up the corners of 'Li Xuan''s clothes, and also taking away the faint loss in his heart.

In this beautiful scenery of the Spring River, stepping on the soft sand, along the riverside, he walked forward slowly. The river gently caresses the soft sand, making a gentle "sizzle" sound. The moist, vigorous river breeze completely ignored the sun overhead, fresh and cool. Occasionally, I saw the small grass sprouts emerging from the sand on the beach, and suddenly felt that the body and mind were pleasant and peaceful, and the silent invisible vitality flowed in the depths of his soul, as if he was integrated with the grass and warmed in the embrace of nature.

At this moment, 'Li Xuan's heart had indescribable excitement and happiness, as if something had been punctured, and unconsciously, the golden pill in his body slowly rotated, and the Dao True Yuan naturally flowed between people and heavens, repeating itself over and over again, without stagnation, and it was completely a kind of aura that was secretly in line with nature. In an instant, a sense of comfort welled up in his heart, and a faint smile appeared on his face......

In a secluded alley, 'Li Xuan' stood quietly. looked left and right, and when he found that there was no one, he saw him pat his waist twice with his hand, and two small black gases floated out of his waist and fell to the ground and rolled into the appearance of Yifeng and Yiyue.

"Yifeng, Yiyue to meet the Taoist. ”

Glancing at the two ghosts in front of him, Li Xuan said, "Are you still used to living in my gourd recently?"

The two ghosts looked at each other and said happily: "I'm tired of the Taoist chief, the treasure of the Taoist is full of five elements, we are very good in it, and our bodies are much more condensed than before!"

"Well, that's fine! I called you out today because I need you to do something. ”

"Please instruct the Taoist chief, but if you are able, you will do your best to do it. The two ghosts said in unison.

"You two should go to this city now and inquire about a person named 'Chen Shaochong', and report back to me as soon as you have any news...... But there is one thing, I want to make it clear to you in advance, once you hide something nonsense from me, don't blame me for being ruthless, and then I can punish him with thunder and fire even if it is thousands of miles, remember. "After Li Xuan finished speaking, he raised his hand and punched out two runes, fluttering and flickering, and disappeared into the eyebrows of the two ghosts in an instant.

"With this sigil, not only can I hide your aura, but I can also know your whereabouts at any time...... Go for it......"

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As night comes, people who have been busy all day return to their homes one after another, enjoying the brief tranquility after a busy day.

At the beginning of the lanterns, the hustle and bustle of the city is still brilliant, and at this time, in a prosperous area on the edge of the Yangtze River, there is a newly opened Spring Flower Courtyard to hold a lively celebration.

Chen Shaochong is very happy today, he is finally able to run a spring flower courtyard in his reading power, looking at the celebrities from all walks of life who continue to come to congratulate, he is very excited and surprised by his father's influence. He knew that those unfamiliar faces were all very influential figures in the city and even in the province, but at this time, they came uninvited one by one, of course he knew the hidden "mysteries" here.

Chen Shaochong, who is forty years old this year, although he is middle-aged, he has not been particularly merciful in the footsteps of the years, and the slightest relaxation can be seen on his slightly white face, and there is more age in his once moody eyes. As a wealthy businessman's young master, since the age of twenty, he has been running around for his father's business, although his ability is limited, but most of the time he still handles it very well, but the means are very unsatisfactory, for this, his father has scolded many times; I don't know if it is because of this reason, his father has never let him do it alone, there are restrictions everywhere, until now, he acquiesced to open this spring flower courtyard, for which he was excited for several nights, there is a way is thirty and standing, forty is not confused, if he has no achievements at his age, there is basically no rush, maybe his old father also took this into account。

"Haha, Young Master Chen, congratulations! Congratulations on your prosperous business and ...... wealth."

"Hehe! Thank you so much, thank you, please take care of me in the future, and cheer me a lot......"

Chen Shaochong was entertaining, and his heart blossomed, and he turned his head to the man in the long shirt beside him and said, "Uncle Shi, look at this posture, I'm afraid that once I open this time, I can't do business if I don't want to!haha......"

"Yes! Just looking at these people who came to congratulate them, they are either officialdom masters or business tycoons, and under their care in the future, I really can't think about it...... I didn't expect Senior Brother to have this ability!" After the man in the long shirt finished speaking, a look of admiration appeared on his face. In his mind, his senior brother, that is, Chen Shaochong's father, is not only a profound cultivator, but also a good hand at social business warfare, and the industry of the master has developed to such a point in just thirty years in his hands, which is absolutely convincing.

There is one thing that he has been unable to figure out, seeing that Chen Shaochong is already about to pass the age of cultivating the Dao and building the foundation, and his father still has no intention of teaching him the method of cultivating the mind!

Seeing that the people who came to congratulate him were almost there, Chen Shaochong led the man in the long robe and came down to the hall of the Spring Flower Courtyard under the guards of several strong men wearing black brocade robes.

"Everyone, be quiet, listen to me say a few words - today you have to come to the scene, Chen would like to express his heartfelt thanks to everyone...... Next, please enjoy the services provided by this institute to everyone......" Chen Shaochong's loud voice echoed in the hall.

"Whoa......" applause mixed with a congratulatory sound, and then dozens of young girls with drinks interspersed in the crowd, the hall suddenly cups and plates were staggered, very lively.

Chen Shaochong stood side by side with a lean man, a smile of achievement on his face. Just as he was fluttering and forgetful, a waiter walked towards him with a large flower basket covered with a red cloth in his hand.

"Master, I have just been asked to give it to you, and he says that he is your best friend, and that I will definitely hand it over to you!" said the waiter, handing the basket of flowers with both hands.

"Best friend?" Chen Shaochong glanced at the waiter, took the basket in his hand, and thought, "I still have friends?"

Holding the flower basket in his hand, Chen Shaochong suddenly felt a little heavy, which was not the same as the ordinary flower basket, and under curiosity, he gently lifted the red cloth covering the flower basket...... In an instant, his face turned from white to yellow, from yellow to purple, and from purple to white—white—"Fuck, who told you to send it?" In the midst of the roar, Chen Shaochong raised his hand and gave the waiter an ear scraper.

"Young Master Chen, what's wrong?" The man in the long shirt was a little surprised when he saw Chen Shaochong's angry expression, and when he looked over, he saw a miniature version of the black lacquer coffin in that flower basket......

"What's going on? Tell me the truth, or you'll be good-looking." The man in the long shirt was also full of anger, pointing at the stunned waiter and yelling.

"Yes...... Be...... It was a man whose face I couldn't see clearly asked me to send it!" said the waiter, covering his beaten face with his hand, and said with trepidation, and he was much more awake at this time, and saw the contents of the basket, and cursed in fear the man who told him to send it.

Because Chen Shaochong's mood fluctuated greatly, and the audience was extremely quiet at the moment, his roar was heard. The hall was even quieter for a while, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and they all felt inexplicable, only a few sharp-eyed people saw the scene inside the flower basket.

"Fuck! useless thing......" Before Chen Shaochong finished speaking, he heard a voice coming from outside the hall door, "Young Master Chen, why did you lose your temper so much at today's opening ceremony?" A calm and heavy voice echoed in the hall, and everyone couldn't help but turn around, only to see a tall man wearing a gray windbreaker, a towering collar, and a big-brimmed hat slowly walking in at the gate. The brim of the hat was so low that even the best of the eye could barely see a thin, stiff lip line and a stubble-covered chin.

The man in gray came slowly, and everyone involuntarily flashed a passage to both sides, and people with a clear eye could guess a few points about this situation, and everyone was thinking about it in their hearts, and at the same time, they were waiting for the next good show to happen, and these people's minds were just saying that they were brothers, brothers, and brothers, and they would face each other with evil faces, and if everything involved interests or officialdom, there would be nothing to say.

Looking at the man in the trench coat who was walking slowly, looking at the tall and burly figure, Chen Shaochong seemed to have a familiar feeling, and thousands of faces flashed in his mind, but none of them could be linked to this person's image. "Uncle Shi, do you know this person?" Puzzled, he had to turn to the man in the long shirt beside him.

(To be continued)