In the room, the beautiful woman looked at the pot of orchids, her eyes were a little red, and murmured: "Sister, we are finally going back!" Zhuohua is now more and more beautiful and generous, quite amazing as you were back then, the family sect that came to propose marriage almost broke the threshold, but I rejected it, how can we Zhuohua marry these ordinary people, if you want to marry, you have to be the first person in the world, such as our Penglai's son Shen, the most unfortunate has to be Lingyun Shuangmu, sister, Zhuohua has really grown up, she is as beautiful as you, and as kind as you......"

The woman's nose suddenly became sour, and she couldn't help crying out loud, her voice whimpering, and the people outside the whole courtyard could hear it clearly. Zhuohua was a little sad and suddenly hugged the woman and said: "Auntie, we all have to be strong, we have survived those difficult days, and tomorrow will be better." ”

Half an hour later, a horse-drawn carriage drove through the streets of Green Cow City, on which a young girl and a woman held a blue and white umbrella in her hand, and the woman held a pot of orchids in her arms. The carriage was followed by a group of men in black costumes, who rode through the long street and into the distance.

The white-clothed man in the inn looked at the carriage and said softly, "Elder Lu, do you see what kind of cultivation they are?"

Lu Youding couldn't believe it for a while: "There is a faint halo around the body, that is the body protection divine light, these people are at least in the realm of refining gods." The old man at the head may have reached the peak realm of practicing gods. ”

What a shock, the way of cultivation is against the sky, and it has the effect of seizing the heavens to replenish one's body, and during the period, there are many disasters, so the path of cultivation is the most difficult.

Generally, Shenzhou monks divide their cultivation into twelve levels, namely, perception, nasan, guifu, tongmai, juyuan, earth yuan, tian yuan, refining gods, returning to the void, human immortals, earth immortals, and heavenly immortals. As for whether there is a higher realm above the heavenly immortals, no one knows, and so far no one in the Divine Prefecture has been able to reach that realm.

Ruan Zhikun, Lu Youding, Gong Qiu, Yun Ling is considered to be the top genius of the three thousand in Hongchen, so far his cultivation is the realm of practicing gods, and he has not been able to step on that threshold for many years, and today he actually saw a group of guys in the realm of practicing gods, which makes people embarrassed.

Gongzi Yunhuang is considered to be a genius who has not been born in the world for 3,100 years in Hongchen, and he has reached the realm of Juyuan at the age of fifteen this year, and is regarded as a key cultivation object by the whole clan, but when he sees these people, he is still overshadowed.

Ruan Qingyun looked at the carriage out of the city in a daze, those childhood years passed quietly, those past affection was tender, and the sweetness was painful. You're gone, but I'm still where I am. From then on, we were separated.

At this moment, the old man at the head seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly looked back, and his two eyes pierced Ruan Qingyun's pupils like two sharp swords, and a burst of pain instantly invaded his brain, as if he wanted to grind Ruan Qingyun's brain to pieces. The cold sweat on his forehead fell big and low, the muscles on his face began to spasm, and he gasped heavily, he already felt the ghost door closed, and death beckoned to him, he gradually blurred his memory and fell into the snow.

The purple flame on his forehead suddenly jumped, and then burned, and the little red in the middle was even more radiant, trying to resist the sudden attack. The old man's face sank, and he intensified his attack. Gradually, the red light weakened, and finally even the purple flame was extinguished, and the boy's face turned pale.

Suddenly, a milky white and soft light shrouded Ruan Qingyun's body, and there was a bead the size of a chicken egg slowly rotating in the dantian, and the amazing energy emitted on it quickly spread to the limbs, and there seemed to be a green river flowing slowly in the body, moistening the cracked and dilapidated body.

Dark clouds surged in the sky, and large areas of dark clouds shrouded towards Qingniu City. It's getting dark. The green cow city at night is even more weird and strange.

About half an hour later, the beads in the dantian fell silent again, Ruan Qingyun's breathing gradually returned to normal, and the white beads lay quietly in the sea of dantian.

The man in black escorted the carriage out of Qingniucheng and headed towards the direction of the East China Sea.

Halfway through, the woman got out of the carriage, "Old Feng, you shouldn't have made a move." ”

The old man at the head was shocked, and the woman found out that he had done so secretly. "You know, his identity, so he is destined to live short, he is the one who will be destroyed by the sky." ”

The woman glanced at the people in the carriage and felt a little pity: "Have you ever thought about how Zhuohua feels?"

"Entangled in the ninth life, painful in the ninth life, she should have let go of that relationship a long time ago, God will not be an adult. The young lady is weak and can't make up her mind, so I will help the young lady make a decision, old man. In the tenth life, there will be no pain, this will be good for everyone, and no one will come to imprison my East China Sea Penglai anymore. The will of the Divine. None of us can disobey it. ”

However, this is not fair to him, reincarnation of the ninth life, the death of the ninth life, this life is his last chance. ”

"Under the way of heaven, there is no so-called fairness, whoever has a big fist will be fair to whom. Now it makes no sense to say that, he's dead. Feng Lao seemed to remember something, and his eyes looked into the distance: "Miss's trip to the border city was personally arranged by the head of the family, that person doesn't know, if that person knows, my Penglai will be destroyed." ”

"Well, even if this matter is over, it will be a relief for Li Beidou. went back and greeted Penglai's advent with a new look. Penglai reappeared, waiting for the new, it was the time when people were needed, you haven't been back for nine years. ”

Yes, Feng Lao said yes, this is good for everyone, but he has never been able to pass the hurdle of Zhuohua, and he always feels sorry for this child, the woman has an excellent demeanor, but his brows are gloomy, and he suppresses a kind of grief and anger in his heart.

The carriage drifted farther and farther away, and finally disappeared into the clouds, like a fairy spaceship, flying across the sky in a distant direction.

When Ruan Qingyun woke up, it was already the morning of the third day, lying on his bed, he felt that he had no strength in his body, as if he had been sucked dry of blood by an evil ghost. There was not a single trace of blood on the pale face.

The father and the boss were both by his side, and his expression was heavy and he didn't say a word.

"It was caused by being attacked with mental power, and the people of Penglai were too bold and reckless. The boss was the first to speak.

"Hmph, if something happens to my son, no matter who it is, I will kill him at the end of the earth. Ruan Zhikun said angrily.

The boss glanced at Ruan Zhikun, a little crying and laughing, "Due to physical reasons, this kid finally survived, if it was an ordinary person, he would have died a long time ago." ”

Ruan Zhikun said: "It's better to be fine." ”

"I'm going to go to Sword Forge Mountain in the next few days, you father and son try to be careful. ”

Ruan Zhikun knew that the boss was living in seclusion here to forge a sword, so he nodded.

Ruan Qingyun has been frail and sick since he was born, many people think that the child can't be raised, and his wife was plotted when she gave birth, and she died, and the child stayed, but the child was born with incomplete personality and it was difficult to survive, this child is his only nostalgia in this world, and he said that he would let the child survive.

That night, it rained heavily, and the storyteller guided him to a way out, that is, the holy relic of the Hongchen 3001 clan, the Tibetan dzi, so he had a fifteen-year agreement with the patriarch Yun Wanli, but this agreement was only known to the patriarch and Ruan Zhikun, and no one else knew about it.

It was a really torturous time, but fortunately, there is no end to it.

My son was plotted on the street today and almost lost his life, can he not be angry?

In the inn.

A chubby figure appeared in front of Lu Youding's eyes.

The slightly chubby one is Hu Zhongming, who came this time to join forces with Lu Youding to attack the Ruan family.

"After the success, half of the industry in Qingniu City will be yours, how about it?" Tiger Zhong chimeed.

"Why should I help you?"

"Because you also want to kill Ruan Zhikun. ”

"That's my own business, it's none of your business. Lu Youding said coldly.

"There is also the fact that you are the second under the three thousand patriarchs of Hongchen. ”

Lu Youding's eyes flickered a few times, "Okay, I promise you." ”

I am the first in the three thousand red dusts, Ruan Zhikun, you are not worthy, Lu Youding exhaled lightly, and suddenly felt that the world was wider.

All of a sudden, the monks from all over the world rushed to Qingniu City, just for the ethereal Tibetan Heavenly Bead. No one knew who was in the possession of the Hidden Dzi, but they still traveled thousands of miles to the Green Cow City to capture the treasure.

Some people say that the Tibetan dzi is in the hands of Ruan Zhikun, some say that it is in the hands of Zhen Hongchen, and some even say that it is in the hands of Lu Youding, and no one can tell which hand the Tibetan dzi is in when the Tibetan dzi has not yet appeared.

The night in Green Cow City is exceptionally quiet and cold.

The lamp was like a bean, and it was a snowy night outside the door, and Ruan Zhikun was pacing back and forth in the house, his face full of sorrow.

At this moment, the room suddenly became dark, the oil lamp on the table went out, and the figure seemed to shake in the darkness.

A smile appeared at the corner of Ruan Zhikun's mouth, his left foot reached forward, and his right hand grabbed forward like a fierce wind, only to hear someone in the darkness rising rapidly and landing on the beam.

"Haha, I haven't seen you for many years, but I'm still so agile. The man on the beam suddenly laughed.

"You're not bad, you can go into the house and put out the oil lamp before I know it, you're the first. ”

The person on the beam wanted to play a trick on Ruan Zhikun, but he didn't expect to be recognized so quickly, and he didn't think it was fun at all, so he simply jumped down. As soon as I rubbed my fingers, a flame jumped and shook on my fingers, and the oil lamp was lit again.

The room was bright again, a little oil lamp flickered the shadow of the flame, and the shadow of the person was also reflected on the wall by the light, only then did it become clear that it was an old man, wearing a coarse linen robe, carrying a blanket on his shoulder, and his face was filled with an intoxicating smile, but the old man began to be busy from the moment he appeared, swept every corner of the room, and finally his eyes fell on Ruan Zhikun.

"How did you count it back then?"

"What's the matter?" Ruan Zhikun asked with interest.

"Don't pretend to be garlic with me, hide the dzi thing. Why should you be patient with me?" said the old man impatiently.