The old Taoist nephew's daughter-in-law had never seen so much silver, and when she heard that it was all left to them, she immediately thanked her and kowtowed to this uncle who had been snubbed by her. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

With this money, they will have no worries for the rest of their lives, and according to Zhuo Zangfeng's arrangement, they moved their families away from this town.

Although the Earth Sword Sect did not dare to come to the door to seek revenge, but leaving this place, many things could not be predicted, for safety reasons, hired an ox cart, placed the injured woman and brother, and watched the three of them go along the main road before leaving with the old Taoist.

He hadn't returned to Chang'an for many years, and even when he heard the name, the old Taoist priest felt sad.

Back then, he was also domineering and wanted to make a big career, but he didn't expect to fall into such a situation, but fortunately, there was Zhuo Zangfeng.

This doll is what he grew up watching, and the relationship between the two is not a relative, but it is better than a relative.

Following Zhuo Zangfeng, he was very happy and relieved.

The winter wind is bitter, the clouds are low, and it is about to snow.

The ox cart climbed up the hillside, and the old Taoist priest glanced at the place where he had lived at a high distance, and there was reluctance in his eyes.

Although his nephew and daughter-in-law were not very good to him, they did not bully him, thinking that they were a family after all, and now seeing them go far away and go their separate ways, now that they are parting, they will probably never see each other again in this life, his heart is very sad.

When he saw Zhuo Zangfeng's handsome and upright figure, his old face couldn't help but show relief.

"Zang Feng has finally grown up!"

The old Taoist priest who was full of emotion watched him walk away, lifted the curtain and looked at it for a long time.

Shen Xiaoxiao looked at the old man with concern, and did not blame him for opening the cold wind that filled the car.

"Old man, he's gone......"

There was no longer Zhuo Zangfeng's figure in sight, so the old Taoist priest lowered the curtain and said, "Chang'an has probably changed a lot......

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The snow slowly fell, in two pieces, and then fell in clumps.

The heavens and the earth are white......

Zhuo Zangfeng's eyes passed through the wind and snow, watching the ox cart galloping over the mountains, thinking that Mo Ya would definitely treat him as a grandfather.

In fact, when he picked up the old Taoist priest, he had already thought about everything.

Instead of letting the old man here, it is better to take him to Chang'an. He didn't have the ability before, but now he can, and he believes that he can take good care of him until he dies.

It took a lot of effort to persuade Shen Xiaoxiao to escort the old Taoist.

At first, this girl insisted on going back to the Heavenly Sword Sect with him, and she was thinking about her seriously injured brother, Zhuo Zangfeng said a thousand things, ensuring that Lu Wuxiao was safe and sound, and promised her that she would take him back to Chang'an to find her after the New Year.

He had even thought about Lu Xiaoxiao's place to stay.

Now that she is out of Le, she has no place in Chang'an, so she lives in Yaoshan with Mo Ya, he thinks this is the best arrangement.

He had already explained everything in the letter he entrusted to Lu Xiaoxiao to bring to Mo Ya, although Yaoshan was not his home, he would eventually settle down in Chang'an.

It's just that he didn't know that there was another girl invisibly.

He didn't take into account what Yao Caiwei would think when she learned about this, and His Royal Highness Yueyue, what their attitude was, and whether they would doubt themselves.

After all, Lu Xiaoxiao was born in Fengyue place.

Rush to the mountain peak in one go, and watch the snow at a high altitude.

The world is white, and this white flower gives people a sense of infinite tranquility.

Zhuo Zangfeng gently pulled out the Qingfeng Dao Sword behind his back and danced against the wind and snow.

A ball of sword qi bloomed, and the blade of the sword was not stained with a single snowflake.

I remembered that my master said, "Your sword can make the bird stay, and that is the way of the sword." ”

This snowflake can always be used, Zhuo Zangfeng tried to converge the qi.

However, his own vitality was too strong, and the snowflakes did not fall on the sword technique and were dispersed by an invisible sword qi.

Looking at the snowflakes that were far away from the sword blade, Zhuo Zangfeng sighed and said, "It seems that my cultivation can only be regarded as swordsmanship, and I am still 108,000 miles away from the way of the sword. ”

He remembered that Liu Qingfeng's sword could stay on the leaves, and the leaves were like snowflakes, which belonged to a quiet thing, if even this kind of thing could not stay on the sword, so lively and active, the timid and fearful birds did not dare to stay on the sharp sword.

It seems that if you want to really step into the way of the sword, you must first change your aura, which is the connotation of a person.

The connotation reflects the state of mind, and the reflection is the foundation.

Contemplating in the snow, walking in the snow, he was thinking about the comprehension of the world's cultivators of the kendo.

He didn't know that one person singled out the Sword Alliance of the World and destroyed a powerful sect, and the killing machine on his body had appeared and was no longer under control.

The methods of cultivating the mind and cultivating the nature that I had learned in the past have all quietly collapsed, and what remains in my body is not only a fearless domineering spirit, but a violent aura that dominates the world and will never decay.

At this moment, he was closest to Duan Qianhua.

At this time, under this heavy snow, he suddenly realized a lot.

The white color of the heavy snow, the cold and murderous aura permeated his chest and abdomen, and he felt that there were countless rivers flowing silently in his dantian qi sea.

The snowflakes flying in the sky are like thousands of sword elements in the body.

The sword yuan melts into vitality, and the heavy snow turns into snow water, which is the eternal truth between heaven and earth, and it is also the realm of the sword path that everyone in the cultivation world looks forward to.

The divine consciousness flew above the snowflakes, flew into the dark clouds, flew above the dark clouds, and reached the vast sea of stars.

The stars in the day cannot be seen with the naked eye, but where are the stars, billions of years have never wavered.

A meteor fell, drawing a bright light.

A sea of stars suddenly appeared on the edge of his sword.

The divine consciousness runs thousands of miles, thousands of miles, and runs in the boundless universe.

At this moment, the heart trembled, and the dantian qi sea suddenly made a loud noise, and then the sword element in the body was constantly changing.

An ethereal but incomparably vast vitality suddenly flowed rapidly in the meridians and acupoints of the body.

There is no mind, no divine sense, even the sea of consciousness is peaceful.

He restrained the ecstasy in his heart, and for the first time, the thousands of sword yuan in the sea of dantian qi turned into vitality in a natural state.

The vitality reaction, which used to be extremely energy-consuming, turned out to be the breath in the body without being driven by oneself under this heavy snow, as natural as the blood in the blood vessels.

He suddenly realized that he had reached another realm, but this realm was too desirable for him to be convinced.

I must ask Lao Liu if this feeling has really broken through the realm, or is it my hallucination.

Zhuo Zangfeng thought, looking at the flying and circling snowflakes infatuatedly. However, within his sea of consciousness, in his sight, and under all his perceptions, there is a bright sea of stars.

The stars were so vast and immense, and he felt his own insignificance in the midst of it.

"Heaven's will forgetfulness" welled up in my mind, and I couldn't help but chant it.

With each sentence read, the violent qi in the body decreases by one point, and the vitality circulating between the meridians is abundant by one point.

By the time he finished reciting the entire mantra, a thick layer of snow had fallen on his body, and from a distance he looked like a snowman standing upright with a sword.