The sun slowly and silently set down the mountain, and the dusk dyed the top of a mountain in the distance of Tianluo Mountain pale yellow.

Zhao Lin's eyes were closed, his slightly pale face was covered with beads of sweat, and his palms were slightly open, at this moment he was concentrating on guiding the source of flames in his body, for Zhao Lin, who had not yet made great use of his aura, this was a work that consumed extremely aura and spiritual power, although this was only the basic skill of cultivating "Flame Howling Decision".

Zhao Lin's palms opened slightly, and the aura surged wildly in his body, impacting Zhao Lin's body like a turbulent river, making his body tremble, and the red light of Dao Yaohua flashed on his arms, especially the light on his palms was even more dazzling.

"Drink!" Zhao Lin shouted in a deep voice, his palm slammed into a slam grip, and then Huo Ran opened it again, "Bear!", and in an instant, I saw a small red flame suddenly gushing out of the palm of his hand, like a red dancing flower.

However, the spark only lasted for a moment, and a gust of wind blew, and the flame flickered and then turned into smoke and dust, and dissipated.

And Zhao Lin saw that the sparks dissipated, the shoulders that maintained balance suddenly stepped down, and his body seemed to be dehydrated, and he collapsed to the ground softly, gasping for breath, his chest was constantly rising and falling, and almost all of his strength was drained now, and he didn't even bother to move his fingers.

"Well, you've done a great job, and you've made amazing progress, Xiaolin."

Xian'er's clear beautiful eyes looked at Zhao Lin who fell to the ground softly, and said with a smile, like a blooming white orchid, which made people not get drunk in it.

After a day of hard cultivation, Zhao Lin reluctantly summoned the flames, although compared to the realm of flames roaring and burning, he could only be regarded as igniting, but compared to the previous one, he had made great progress.

"Hehe! Thank you...... Thank you, Xian'er" Zhao Lin panted like a cow, looked at the angel-like girl in front of him, and immediately smiled slightly, but he couldn't speak completely due to fatigue, or he felt very tired even laughing now.

"Okay, don't talk yet, look at you're tired like this, really, I don't know how to control it"

Xian'er Ying said with a smile, and then said with a burst of worry. Hearing this, Zhao Lin also smiled bitterly, sighed deeply, put his hands in a large shape, and then his tired eyes slowly closed.

Xian'er was silent, walked over slowly, sat beside Zhao Lin, quietly looked at Zhao Lin's immature face, smiled slightly, and even slightly distracted, the breeze slowly floated a few wisps of green silk on Xian'er's cheeks, and a faint coolness swept over, and then looked up at the half-hidden red sun hanging in the distance, and her pretty face became slightly gloomy

"Twelve years, tomorrow will be thirteen"

Xian'er Danhong's thin lips moved slightly, and she muttered to herself.

"When this boy's heart really awakens, it will be the day of his death"

At this moment, a leisurely sound came, Xian'er turned her head sideways to look behind her, Hu Lao stroked his white beard, his expression was solemn, he nodded towards Xian'er, and then looked at Zhao Lin who was lying on the ground, and said lightly.

"Grandpa, what were you talking about just now?" asked Xian'er with a slightly puzzled expression.

"This is a prophecy, a prophecy of death, and a prophecy of fate"

Hu Lao then continued, looking at the sleeping Zhao Lin, Hu Lao's expression looked complicated, his brows furrowed, he looked at Xian'er again, and said slowly: "Xian'er, I think you can feel this too!"

"Is it about the heart of the demon in Xiaolin's body, or is it about the fate of people"

Hearing this, Xian'er also responded lightly, but her pretty face was even more sad, Xian'er's delicate body shrank slightly, her arms slowly carried her knees, the cool breeze slowly crossed this delicate body, and the green dress fluttered slightly, at this moment she was like a sad fairy in the sky, which made people feel sad in their hearts.

"Both"

"Then grandpa, do you believe in the prophecy and fate?"

"Xian'er, tomorrow will be your thirteenth year, in the past ten years, I have tried to do a lot, resisted, struggled, escaped, and finally hid in this barren land, but I have never been able to break the prophecy, and now they are still looking for it"

Hu Lao sighed slightly, complained, and then shook his head helplessly, and said.

"The prophecy of the 'Thirteen-Year Covenant' may be a lie......!

"They have arrived, and now they are outside" Before Xian'er's words fell, Hu Lao interrupted Xian'er in a deep voice and said lightly.

Hearing this, Xian'er didn't speak, and the little face of the Shengxue goose egg was gently placed on her knees, her face was gloomy, and even a faint light flashed in her eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey, smelly old man, when did you come, hmm! Xian'er, what's wrong with you, who made you cry, ah! I'll fight him for 300 rounds."

At this moment, Zhao Lin's eyes opened slightly, stretched his whole body meridians, his limbs opened, and suddenly a feeling of soreness came to him, and then he saw the old man's solemn face, and saw Xian'er's pretty face sad, and his eyes were still filled with a little teardrops, and he suddenly screamed and scolded, Damn, who dares to make me cry...... Uhhh Goddess, I'll kill him in minutes.

"Is it you, stinky old man, there is no one else here but you, it must be you, hum......! Oops, it hurts."

Zhao Lin stared at the old man with wide eyes, and was about to get up and fight with the former as he spoke, but then a hot pain suddenly hit from his arms, his body weakened, and he fell to the ground again, and the pain made Zhao Lin grin.

"Boy, don't be reckless, you just started cultivating the power of flames, and it itself does not belong to you, and it is impossible to resist your body, and with the power of reproduction in your body, I am afraid that the damage of the power of flames will be more serious" Hu Lao smiled faintly, and then continued to ask: "Have you cultivated to that level now?"

"I? I haven't practiced the first roar, it's just a short condensation into a flame, and it can't be condensed for a long time, every time I just start to condense into a flame, there is a burning sensation in my hands, so that I can't concentrate on running the aura, and I can't reach the burning realm for a long time."

Hearing this, Zhao Lin sighed and said, when the flame condensed in his hand, the burning sensation in his hand made him unable to control the flame, and the flame was immediately extinguished.

"Only when the flame is used freely in the hand, the flame burning realm can be regarded as practice, but you can already condense into a flame in one day, which is already good."

Hu Lao nodded with satisfaction, and his heart was also slightly shocked, when he first cultivated the "Flame Howling Decision", it took about three or four days before the flames began to condense, which showed the strength of the reproductive power.

Glancing at Zhao Lin's soft hands, Hu Lao walked forward, stretched out his fingers, and a faint and clear luster was wrapped around his fingers like swimming clear water, and gently pointed at Zhao Lin's hands, and the Dao aura slowly swam into Zhao Lin's arms.

A faint and cool meaning suddenly came from Zhao Lin's hand, so that he couldn't help but make a cold example, and exhaled comfortably, and then the burning heat and exhaustion slowly subsided.

Zhao Lin raised his arm, jumped over, turned over and stood up lightly, and at this moment, his body was also restored to ten **, and then looked at Hu Lao with a smile on his face, and said with a sincere smile: "Hehe! Thank you, old man."

"Ahem, I'm also the one who guides your cultivation recently, don't always call me an old man and an old man, no matter what you say, you have to call me Master, Master or something" The old man pretended to cough, waved his robe, and turned his hands to stand up, like a respected Venerable.

"Old man, old man... What's the matter, I like it, you have the ability to bite me!" Zhao Lin pursed his lips and said with a look of disdain.

He and Hu Lao Xian'er got along with each other for nearly a year, the world passed in a trance, as if what had just happened yesterday, after he left the beggar's nest himself, he subtly regarded this place as his second home, and sometimes quarreled with Hu Lao, teasing Xian'er, the warm time of having a home was like going back again, and he also missed the family members in the beggar temple, but Hu Lao has always opposed him going down the mountain, and he still feels very puzzled.

"Hmph, a white-eyed wolf who can't be raised, forget it, I'll ...... in the future Hey!" Hu Lao sighed, and said with a slightly gloomy expression.

"Ahh

"Oh! it's nothing! I just said you can go down the mountain in the future" Hu Lao's expression paused slightly, then he retracted his thoughts and said slowly.

Hearing this, Zhao Lin was slightly stunned, and then his face was covered by a look of excitement, and he exhaled in surprise: "Really, are you willing to let me go back?"

Hu Lao smiled slightly, his expression was slightly meaningful, and Xian'er was also slightly stunned, his beautiful eyes turned to look at Hu Lao, his red lips moved slightly, and he wanted to say something, Hu Lao also looked at Xian'er with a slight wry smile, and shook his head gently, Xian'er also stopped what he wanted to say when he saw the curtain.

"Hehe, okay, boy, let's end here today!" It's already night" Hu Lao smiled, Zhao Lin also smiled when he heard this, looking at the sunset on the mountain, and then saw him shake his head, looking at the former with a resolute look, and said slowly: "What fades away is only the light of the day, and the night is also my day, and today is not over"

"Hehe!" Hu Lao nodded secretly in praise, stroked his white beard, and flipped it over casually, a milky white jade slip appeared in Hu Lao's hand, and the delicate jade slip was carved with the word "drunk", and Hu Lao slowly handed it to Zhao Lin.

Seeing the curtain, Zhao Lin also stretched out his hand to take the jade slip into his soul, turned over the jade slip in his hand, and looked at Jane's body carefully, his expression was slightly puzzled, and then he asked Hu Lao: "What is this?"

"Pai Jian, it will be helpful to you, after you go down the mountain and go back, go to a place called Ancient Xuancheng North Xuansheng Courtyard to find someone"

"Who are you looking for?"

"He is a famous tutor in the academy, his name is Mu Bei, and he is a person who can help you"

......

At night, the crescent moon of Yaohua hangs high in the dark night sky.

The entire scenery of Tianluo Mountain is submerged in the darkness like the sea, and in the deep silence of the dense forest, there is a roar of demon beasts from time to time.

On the wooden house, a figure sat cross-legged on the roof, his robe fluttering, his long hair fluttering, at this moment Hu Lao closed his eyes to recuperate, and after a while, he slowly opened his deep eyes, and then looked at the crescent moon again, a wry smile was wiped on the corner of his mouth, and then his expression became solemn, and he turned to stare tightly into a dark forest.

In the dark forest, the dark space was slightly distorted, rippling in a circle of ripples, and a figure loomed in the space, and then the figure slowly became clear in Hu Lao's eyes.

The cold breeze blew at night, like a blade slowly cutting through a thin figure across a certain meadow.

At this moment, Zhao Lin was still cultivating martial arts, he wanted to cultivate his first martial art as soon as possible, this belonged to his own strength, and he was very eager to get his own strength.

"Xiaolin, it's so late, and you're still cultivating."

In the night, a shadow slowly walked over, although it was in the dark night, but Zhao Lin still saw the other party very clearly, Xian'er beckoned a white little hand to Zhao Lin, smiled, Zhao Lin saw the former coming, his face was slightly happy, and he smiled at the former and said: "Xian'er, it's you! Hehe, what are you doing in such a cold place so late? Are you coming to see me, haha"

Zhao Lin laughed, and Xian'er also smiled slightly, like blue waves with clear eyes, full of faint warmth, the corners of his mouth raised a beautiful arc, and then smiled: "Hehe! That's right, I'm here to find you, don't you like to listen to me play the flute, I'll give you a song."

"Oh, really, yes! I like the flute played by Xian'er the most, what can you bring me a song?"

Hearing this, Xian'er smiled, and then Qianqian's little hand took out a jet-black bamboo flute, on which was painted with a beautiful red dragon carving, lifelike, like a living thing.

"This song is called "Qingming Song", I gave it to you," he said, and the thin slices of Xian'er Danhong lightly clicked on the bamboo flute.

The melodious flute sounded suddenly, and Zhao Lin also shook his head with the flute intoxication, and his expression was immersed in the beautiful flute