Since that day, Lin Futian and his party have walked through many mountains and rivers.

Occasionally, Luo Mei would see Lin Futian walk to a place where no one was around, sit down silently, and then take out some books and put them in front of him, and slowly flip through them. Sometimes he would take a brush and sketch on a blank piece of paper, not knowing what he was doing.

Luo Mei looked at Lin Futian from a distance, who now seemed to like to wear black clothes, and she was in a trance.

I still remember that at that time, he was always dressed in white, a gentleman, and handsome.

At that time, it seems that it will not last forever.

She lowered her head and thought about it. Somehow, she always felt that he was like this because of her.

Maybe it's because he's self-inflicted, right? How could I let him change himself so easily?

Lomé rubbed her face, feeling that it was still stiff.

Next to the boulder.

Mo Yunfu closed his eyes and meditated, the golden talisman in his body still flickering. It's just that it looks much clearer now, not like it was before. He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that if he continued at this pace, he would probably be able to get closer and closer to the goal in his heart.

He raised his arm, and several coins flew out of it happily, forming a circle around him.

Go round and round.

The many coins that were stored by Mo Yunfu were all counted out and wrapped around him.

A golden round shell suddenly appeared on the barren meadow.

It has a variety of patterns and patterns on it, which are connected to each other and form a harmonious whole.

The definition of the avenue is different for each person, so the way to walk will also vary from person to person. Although Mo Yunfu accepted the inheritance of the Taoist priest holding the abacus in the mural, because the inheritance came from the same master as him, he could be regarded as following the original path. It's just that the speed and steadiness of walking have been slightly enhanced.

Some things are actually just a matter of time for him.

Is his master, who was wandering in the South China Sea, still fishing for "fish" there? No one knows.

But his master prepared a coveted Yuan Dan for him, ready to hand it over to him at any time, whatever he wanted. However, it depends on when Mo Yunfu will have the strength to absorb it.

After Mo Yunfu accepted the inheritance of the talisman seal, he actually kept thinking: Is the Taoist priest holding the abacus the ancestor of his own lineage? But then he still decided: Don't think about these things that are still too far away for him now.

There is a saying on the mountain: "If you are less than 100 years old, don't worry about a thousand years old." ”

There are things that are too far away, and it is not in our interest to think about them too early. If you're not careful, you might even damage your Dao heart. This is not alarmist, there are too many such examples in the world.

Mo Yunfu breathed quietly, and slowly rested his arms on his knees.

The golden round shell on the outside of the body became more and more "complete".

A tree as thick as two hands around

Thin next to the big tree.

Zhao Jingzhi sat quietly.

Zhao Jing's straight silver-white eyes appeared in her eyes again, she had no intention of cultivating now, but she was still in a state of cultivation. This is a more mysterious state, for her before, it was just something that could be met but not sought, but for her now, it is up to you.

She felt a little homesick now, especially when it was quieter. When they walked on the road with Lin Futian, it was fine. But once I was alone, I began to think of home.

I wonder how my younger brother, who is teaching at the school, is doing well? Is he eating well? I wonder if my father, who is always very serious, will think of himself occasionally?

I was too ignorant before, and I caused a lot of trouble for my family. Now I just want to practice well, and then I can go back in style.

It can be regarded as a long face for the family.

Zhao Jing sat on the ground with her legs crossed, swaying back and forth from time to time.

The corners of her eyes curled.

Over there.

Lin Futian was still flipping through the books handed over to him by the scholar surnamed Li. He's been flipping through the book lately, but he's only read half of it in so many days. It's not that there is so much content in the book that it makes people slow to read. But the content of this book always makes Lin Futian fall into deep thinking, sometimes thinking about it is a day, and before he knows it, the sun has set.

Lin Futian smiled and slowly closed the book. He unfolded the books in front of him and began to deduce the time when [Zhenling Mountain] would appear next. Since [Zhenling Mountain] is a "half-life" composed of elements, and it is the [Yuanli Floating Array] that appears with a certain law, it is still impossible to know the specific time when [Zhenling Mountain] appeared, and can only roughly infer a rough approximate based on past impressions, but cannot deduce the specific time of its appearance.

Lin Futian sighed, and couldn't help but sigh a little, it was actually only a hundred years since his last reincarnation, but the changes in the world in just one hundred years were too great, and many things had deviated from their original positions, moving forward or backward. Although it is only a small change, it is enough to produce many inevitable branches on this "line" that has been winding all the time.

It's intricate, and that's the path of reincarnation.

And Lin Futian has been walking such a path, and he has walked for ten generations unconsciously.

Lin Futian put away the book in front of him, he raised his head, the sunlight was a little dazzling.

He stared straight at the sun, his eyes gradually turning golden.

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An old country in the middle of the country.

The mountains and rivers are ragged and broken.

People are like duckweed floating on the river, going around and around, year after year.

Mountains.

Lin Futian and his party came to the border line and looked down at the huge land under their feet.

Now there is only a thin white line left on the border line, and the former boundary monuments have long disappeared, and most of them have been torn down and cut down.

"This is Longhu Country. ”

Lin Futian said.

"Longhu Country?" asked Lomé. Suddenly, as if she remembered something, "Is it?"

Lin Futian nodded.

Lomé suddenly understood.

It turned out to be the Longhu country. She said to herself.

I still remember that day in the forest: Luo Mei and Lin Futian almost died in the forest, never to see the light of day again. I still remember that the remnant of the Longhu Kingdom, that is, the old man in the black bear skin, almost beheaded Lin Futian and Luo Mei that day, but fortunately, the last two of them were safe. Because the "land lord" finally arrived in time, the two were able to get to where they are today. Otherwise, it's really hard to say.

Lin Futian's eyes were complicated, and he still owed a lot of debt to that old immortal.

Old things are like old pages, and when they are turned over, they are dusty.

The country of Longhu has long since perished. Because of the infiltration of the Demon Cult and the occurrence of cannibalism, the death of the country is inevitable. After all, at that time, the whole country, down to the common people, up to the princes and ministers, and even the emperor and prince were all in a demonic scene. Naturally, this situation spread to the empire, so what happened later was recorded in the history books.

With the power of one sect, the Demon Sect traveled as far as the extreme west of the [Snow Plains Ace] to the Longhu Country in the Central Continent to poison a country.

This kind of handwriting can be described as not small.

After careful consideration, it is unimaginable that it involves so much and deeper.

"Alright, let's go. Lin Futian said.

Lomé and the others nodded and began to descend the mountain.

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In a tavern.

"Boss, bring me another hundred flowers!" shouted a drunken man. The clothes he wore were of a good texture, apparently expensive. If you don't look at him and don't listen to him, you'll be a handsome boy.

It's just a pity that he has such a beautiful face, such a good-looking appearance, how can he be such a depraved person?

The proprietress rolled her eyes, but went to get the potpourri wine. If it weren't for the fact that this young man was a customer who could afford to pay for his drinks, and he never went crazy when he was drunk, the proprietress would never have let such an eye-catching person stay in her shop.

She placed the jar of potpourri wine in front of the young man, "I said, you young man, it's not a matter to stay in the tavern all day, go out and find a living, so that you can support yourself and not squander the little money left in the family." The proprietress looked at the drunken young man lying on the table and said earnestly.

She can actually see that this young man's quality is not bad, but she doesn't know why, he always looks bored with life. Although the proprietress didn't know where the money for his drinks came from, there was no need to guess, it must be his parents' money.

The proprietress has seen too many young people like this.

Sometimes the proprietress can't figure out why they don't support themselves when they have their own hands and feet?

The proprietress patted the young man on the shoulder, a little regretful.

How could such a handsome young man be so willing to fall?

The man lying on the table raised his head slightly, his eyes half-squinted, his face flushed. Apparently drank too much. He suddenly smiled and said, "Boss, don't you know, originally, the entire Longhu Country is mine, do you think I have any money......? I'm so rich, do I still need to find a way to make a living? Hmm? Boss, you know the Longhu Country, right? It's the Longhu Country that was destroyed more than ten years ago, hahaha, before it was destroyed, I was still its owner? haha......

The proprietress saw that the young man's words were becoming more and more unsound, and she couldn't help but sigh again and again, she had heard of Longhu Country, although she had not been here for many years, but she had heard of Longhu Country, after all, such a big thing happened back then.

But the young man's words didn't take the proprietress to heart, just thought that he was drunk and talking nonsense. The proprietress smiled and said, "You are not very old, but you are not small, and the entire Longhu country is yours, who do you think you are? ”

The young man's eyes dimmed, and he said drunkly: "I'm not the emperor, I'm the prince of Longhu Country. That old man is dead, isn't this Longhu country mine?haha......"

The proprietress looked at the crazy young man with some regret, and she sighed: "You are drunk. ”

The young man slumped on the table, his face pressed against the table, and muttered, "I'm drunk, I've been drunk for more than ten years......"

He smiled, but shed tears.

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Lin Futian and his party slowly descended the mountain.

On the road, the willows are still clinging, and the green trees and green vines swing with the wind.

Lin Futian looked around, his eyes were complicated, and he said softly: "Ten years of wind under the mountain willows." ”

Luo Mei and the others looked at Lin Futian and felt that he seemed to be a little sad.

(End of chapter)