The sore body, the sour feeling of weakness to emptiness gradually poured into his heart from his limbs, and he tried to open his eyes, Fan Ziming wanted to shake his head to make the blur in front of him clear, but he couldn't do anything, his neck seemed to be bound by something, and he couldn't move at all. The pen www.biquge.info staggered and struggled to sit up with his neck staggered, but he was weakened by everything in front of him.

"Hell, where is this?"

The couch with exquisite workmanship of 100-year-old Nan wood, the clothes and quilts within reach are all natural snow silk, the hanging yarn compartment of unknown fabric (isolating the bedroom with yarn), and even the window lattices are carved with black iron. Everything in this room looks casual and natural, not some kind of clever and pretentious arrangement. "This loser's thing!" Fan Ziming scolded silently in his heart, not knowing whether to scold the owner of the house for his extravagance, or the bastard way of the person who "invited" him over. Limping to the window, Fan Ziming was still thinking, who wants to invite me, I remember...

The people who were looking for Fan Ziming that day were not a giant, let alone a dignitary, but some hidden people. In China, there are ancient martial arts, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea, and there are endless magical powers; in Dongying, there are shinono, assassination and escape, and the shadow is invisible; and the American imperialists have blood eaters, blood-sucking and transformation, cruel and tyrannical. There are also all kinds of witchcraft, soul arts, and spells in various places. The one who found Fan Ziming was Xiao Ren, the small country where the people were imprisoned in the sea, which had disintegrated before Huaxia destroyed the American imperialism, just because he saw Huaxia's strength after Master Fan surfaced, he intended to use Master Fan's hand to try to restore the country. "Where did this group of devils in TM get so many resources!" Fan Ziming recalled what happened, and he was constantly scolding and scolding, what was ugly and scolding.

Looking out of the window, all kinds of precious flowers with a faint aura are spreading, and the houses are intertwined with each other, and they are set against the steep mountains in the distance, which is majestic and harmonious and soft. Grandma's, I'm quite good at enjoying it! Find such a good place! It's very capable, so many exotic flowers and plants, this is a rare thing that money can't buy. Looking at these "treasures", Fan Ziming teased himself sourly, and then thought that it was right, it was also a group of deflated calves for the purpose of recovering the country, and he didn't dare to have that idea if he didn't have any strength foundation!

A few meters outside the window, there is a road paved with stones, from time to time there are some people dressed in strong suits and powerful people hurrying by, seeing Fan Ziming standing at the window, they all stopped and saluted, turned to leave, and did not say anything. Fan Ziming suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Fan Ziming has never seen what kind of etiquette this is, and this is nothing, but these people who stop there are either older or immature, and their outfits are basically the same: the blue soul jade ornaments on the top of their heads, the dark blue short hair, the Kong Ling waist, the dragon leggings, and the seemingly most inconspicuous boots are inlaid with stepping marbles, although they are very small, they are all in Fan Ziming's view, if there is any difference, it can only be said that the color ripples on the chest, red, orange, yellow and green are different.

This is by no means the decoration and layout that the little devils will have, although they invite themselves to ask for their own needs, and the treatment will definitely not be bad. But it is impossible for the door to be wide open and completely undefended, not to mention what kind of strength this is, everyone has a soul jade on their heads, although it is the lowest quality Lan soul jade, but so many obviously do not use it as a treasure. Thinking of a possibility, an inexplicable excitement rose in Fan Ziming's heart. Lan Soul Jade is the lowest level of Soul Jade. There are three types of soul jade quality, Lan Soul Jade, Heroic Soul Jade, and Enlightenment Soul Jade. Generally speaking, the higher the quality, the more soul power it contains, the purer it is.

Speaking of soul jade soul power, Fan Ziming has an impulse, the urge to formalize his thoughts. Fan Ziming is an orphan, who grew up in an orphanage in a remote county town in China, and was abducted into the mountains by traffickers at the age of seven. When he was ten years old, Fan Ziming took a group of hairy children who were about the same size to catch fish in the Longyin mountain stream, and went home after a day of crazy play and found that there was one child missing, so he went down the mountain alone to look for the mountain stream but was forced into the cave by the mountain wolf, and got a volume of Taoism, called: Soul Sutra. At that time, there was a dojo near the orphanage, and Fan Ziming, who had learned Tuna from a small master in the dojo at that time, went directly to the pulse and practiced.

The Soul Sutra is divided into six volumes, exploring the soul, nourishing the soul, condensing the soul, leaving the soul, transforming the soul, and saving the soul.

According to the Soul Sutra, after the cultivation of the first volume, you can know friends and foes, turn into calamities, explore the soul in the invisible, and dispel the cover and explore the roots; the second volume is complete, you can take the soul and take desires, you can win and make up for yourself, and sacrifice your strength to save people from delusion; after the third volume is completed, you can condense your soul, explore your own potential, and predict the prophet; after the fourth volume is cultivated, you can leave the body, inspect the heaven and earth, rush to the meridians and seize the pulse, and disturb the enemy's heart; in the fifth volume, you can turn into a dark shadow, invisible and unscrupulous, free from pressure and sleep, and see no obstacles; the sixth volume, the soul is sublimated, and the Fit Sanctuary. In the latter part of the Soul Sutra, there are many ways to smelt soul jade, as well as substitutes for soul jade. Soul jade and its substitutes are the carriers that provide soul power when cultivating the Soul Sutra, which is directly related to the cultivation progress of the Soul Sutra. But after all, soul jade is scarce, and the asteroid resources of the earth are really limited, so there are all kinds of Fan Ziming's divination for tears. That's right, tears are a very high-grade substitute for soul jade. Sadness, despair, joy, and even tears when crazy have an effect, but the degree of complexity of soul power is relatively different depending on the emotion, and the rarity is even more different. Moreover, Fan Ziming's cultivation has reached the realm of three volumes of soul condensation, which can be predicted by divination, and the benefits of tears to divination are very huge and difficult to obtain, so Fan Ziming only needs to exchange tears for divination, and practice while making up for them, and the realm of four volumes of soul separation is also about to be cultivated.

There is no doubt that Fan Ziming's practice of divination and prediction skills is perfect, from the deduction of small items to the prediction of the fate context, which is already a great realm. It's a pity that the soul sutra will always have a long period of weakness during the rush period after each volume of Dacheng, which is one of the reasons why Master Fan was taken away so easily.

Fan Ziming was now very eager to verify his idea, and when a child passed by outside the window, he finally couldn't help but speak: "Where are you going?" No matter how the child answered, Fan Ziming thought, I can always know where he is going, maybe I can also know what he is going to do, and then I can figure out where this is and what they are looking for me to do.

The little boy in the department frowned, and responded to him in a strange manner: "Library Pavilion, why do you want to go too, young master, do you want to go too?" The master said that the library pavilion can only be entered in the late stage of the second order, and if it is too early, it will be..." The three orange ripples lingering on the boy's chest, which is what he called the late stage of the second order, and his tone was teasing, neither friend nor foe, but under the calculation, Fan Ziming was confused. Tianchi acupoint was faintly painful, and the amount of feedback information Fan Ziming got under his calculation was too much, and there were faint signs of being broken in the meridian acupoint.

This is Longquan Mansion, one of the 108 mansions of Qingyue Kingdom in the east of the mainland. The mainland's armed forces are layered into the seventh order, red, orange, yellow, green, gray, blue, purple, and then the realm of legends, the realm behind the legend is vague and uncertain, and Fan Ziming does not force it to see clearly. Longquan Mansion, 2 green-level masters, Long Ling, the master of Longquan Mansion, and Long Shiyun, the chief housekeeper. The little boy who teased him in front of him was the martial boy of Long Ling's third son, and he had some status.

Abandoned Continent, Longquan Mansion, and Raushzi's Rainbow Master, Nima, isn't this the situation that the earth should have? Fan Ziming twitched the corners of his mouth, and asked again verifiedly, who am I?" "Second Young Master, are you okay, although the late stage of the first order is considered strong, you are too unbeaten!" The little boy sneered, looked at Fan Ziming, who was quietly in a daze, shook his head and turned to leave. Fan Ziming, who slowly came back to his senses, only heard a vague sentence ".... The second lord is the second lord,... Waste wood"

What happened that night, am I dead? Why did I appear here? Then why are my exercises still there, all this seems to be a little interesting! In the past, when I established the Soul Research Institute, I studied the topic of crossing for a long time, and although there was no conclusion in the end, I found that soul crossing was relatively not too magical. Because the soul can leave the body on the fourth layer of the soul scripture, the art of divination has never worked on itself, and every time you give yourself a divination, it is a result, the soul is continuous, the love is chaotic, and there is no trace of life. I don't know what will happen to me in the future, Fan Ziming always thinks that his strength is not enough to calculate, and now it seems that maybe only crossing can explain it. In a flash of inspiration, Fan Ziming made a fortune to himself, the future is like a sea rushing to take his life, and he can only make a fortune when he meets Qingxia, and he can only reach Tengda with dragon scales.

Fan Ziming, who had calculated several times in a row, did not feel tired at all, which he could not do in his previous life. In fact, if the Soul Sutra has not been cultivated to the realm of soul condensation, it is also possible to use the technique of prophecy, but the price is Shouyuan. Although the Soul Condensation Realm consumes the page game, it is just energy, and it will be fine if it recovers. And now Fan Ziming doesn't feel tired at all, it's not that it's because of excitement and other emotions, but in the process of traversing, the soul is condensed and refined, and it is already a level of strength from the soul realm. Fan Ziming, who realized this, was not in a hurry to cultivate the realm of leaving the soul, and after inspecting his physical and mental condition, he found that there was no major problem, so he prepared to go outside to take a look.

The injury on his neck has been fully treated by himself with the small Huitian technique, and the fixed Sakaki has been removed, and Fan Zi secretly warned himself, from today onwards, you will be called Long Yun. While walking, he sorted out the remnants of the original owner of this body in the depths of his soul, and Long Yun walked like a hall.