"Sect Master, disciple Wu Fan has seen Sect Master" Wu Fan hugged his fists and bowed, very respectful.

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"Hehe, there is no need to be polite to Wu Fan Xiaoyou. You are not a sect disciple yet, so there is no need to call me sect master. The Outer Sect Master of the Tianyun Sect looked at Wu Fan with a smiling expression.

"Sect Master, you're not kidding. Didn't that elder say that as long as I passed the second care test, I would be a miscellaneous disciple of the sect?" Wu Fan couldn't believe that a sect master would say such dishonest words. At this time, Wu Fan's face was uncertain, sometimes gloomy, sometimes angry.

"Are you feeling very bad now?Do you feel like you've been tricked?" The Sect Master of the Outer Sect of the Tianyun Sect still had a smile on his face, which made Wu Fan feel the urge to slap him with a big mouth when he looked at it. This old man is so shameless, it's just that I can't enter the sect, and he has a smug smile on his face that the conspiracy has succeeded, which is really hateful.

"Nonsense, if you work hard to achieve a goal, blood and sweat and almost kill Huang Quan, but in the end you are told that everything is in vain, will you be happy?" Wu Fan said angrily to the old man, but he didn't know that he was now, and people could poke him to death with one finger. But he doesn't care, are you the sect master of the Tianyun Sect who cares about my birds? But it's your fault for cutting off my immortal path and making me unable to avenge my family and country.

Wu Fan raised his head and glanced at the Sect Master of the Tianyun Sect, the old man was still smirking. Hey, something is wrong. I, Wu Fan, have a cheap life, I want money or not, I want sex, and I really have it. This old man won't have Long Yangzhi, this is a lot of age, won't he still be old and strong, right? He is a person who cultivates immortals, maybe it is really possible. Thinking of this, Wu Fan's eyes when he looked at the old man were strange, which made people look very uncomfortable.

What is this kid thinking, why are the eyes looking at me so weird? You can't think of me as something different, right? He really didn't guess wrong, Wu Fan thought of him like this, who told him not to speak looked at Wu Fan and smirked. Even if it's not Wu Fan, someone else can't stand it.

It's better to pick it out directly, so as to save this kid from thinking about it. I said, "Wu Fan, I have something to do with you." This matter is very important, you will take a bath later, and then ask Qingfeng to lead you to my cultivation cave mansion. The expression of the Outer Sect Master of the Tianyun Sect was very serious, while Wu Fan was a chrysanthemum.

Wu Fan was led by Ye Qingfeng to walk on this sect path with abundant spiritual energy, and he really didn't want to go to the cave mansion that he didn't know where it was. But if you don't go, you won't be able to enter the sect. Wu Fan clenched his fists, feeling that even if he died, he would not betray his temperament.

The mountains and forests are lush, the cranes are chanting, and the sound is melodious, reaching the sky. A person in the suburbs, looking up, sighing at life, and feeling desolate. Hong'er, what are you talking about cultivating immortals for, isn't it just for immortality. Once upon a time, I was as eager to cultivate immortals as this Wu boy, and in order to cultivate immortals, I left my hometown. Condensation for 100 years, foundation building for 300 years, knot Dan for 1,000 years, and Yuanying for 5,000 years. For the sake of that ethereal immortality, I took over the task of the sect, just for the resources of cultivating immortals, pills, talismans, magic weapons, and so on.

After a thousand years of retreat, Shaohua has passed away, and it is difficult to see you again; stepping into the Yuanying Void for 4,000 years, guarding your grave alone, tears and sorrows, how can you repay your kindness again? Hong'er, I hope you will bless me in the spirit of heaven to bless me to enter the Yuanying and live for you for another 4,000 years. The heart is dead, the love is gone, and there are many springs and autumns, adding a grave for you. Put a glass of wine, spill it for a lifetime, get drunk from the heart, and hold you in my dream.

That year, he walked with his friends to hunt for treasures, and when the treasures arrived, he was happy to come from the top of his eyebrows, but he didn't know that the cold light came out, and a sword seriously injured his body and heart. The sneak attack of his friend pierced his heart, and the deception of the immortal cultivation world made him angry from his eyes. He was unwilling to perform the Blood Escape Technique, but he escaped with great damage to his vitality. I don't know how much time has passed, but the woods before he fell unconscious were the last sight he saw before his eyes when he was conscious.

That day, she went up the mountain alone to collect medicine, blood dripped from the leaves, and she found him in a coma with serious injuries. A few drops of blood, a person, a lifetime of love has an encounter here without an ending. He didn't know her, but he knew that it was she who stopped the bleeding for him, that she took care of him for a few months, without regrets. I didn't ask him who he was, I didn't ask him where he came from, just a glass of water, a bowl of rice, and a caring look that made him unforgettable. The grace of saving lives will be repaid in this life. He did not leave without saying a word after he recovered from his injury in this life, because the money was good to repay, and it was difficult to repay the kindness. The sect has the grace of knowing and cultivating him, he is difficult to repay, and wants to return to the heart of the sect, a few years of time pass by like a white horse, but he can not forget the flowers and plants of the sect. The appreciative smile of the master, the greetings of the fellow brothers. But every time he leaned on the door and looked back at the shadow in the room, he was full of reluctance and deep guilt.

has been in love for many years, and he has never forgotten the promise he made when he spent candles in the cave room. But he is a nostalgic person, and she is also a confidant woman, although there is no sinking fish and geese, and the appearance of a shy flower in the closed moon, she has a kind and simple heart. That night, the phrase Are You Leaving pierced his heart deeply, he could hear the reluctance in that sentence, and he could feel the deep affection in that sentence.

If you want to go, I'll take you with me, when he choked up that night. She smiled, her smile was like a hundred flowers in May, it was so beautiful. She didn't tell her that the iron rule of the immortal cultivation world is that immortal cultivators are not allowed to fall in love with mortal women. This is because a hundred years of good harmony is not a dream of a monk, and the death of a red face will become the center of the heart. When the tribulation is disturbed, it is difficult to cut off the feelings in the heart, and he will die under the catastrophe, and the road to the immortal will be cut off.

That year, she knelt with him for a day and a night at the foot of the mountain in the sect, and his master helped him to get up with tears. On that day, the sect wanted to treat him to death as an example, and his master desperately persuaded him to cut off the mortal dust. But he didn't, that glance back saw her behind him, still smiling but deeply worried, he couldn't forget that sweet mortal life. Fanchen's past is not a dream, it is the best memory of his life, just because there is her in the memory. A sentence that without her, I would have died would have died is the most determined and confident word he has ever said in his life, and he has no regrets even if he dies.

The red dust is beautiful, the beauty is in the red face for you to be intoxicated, the grace is unforgettable, the difficulty is that the red face is not regretted for you. He owes kindness to him and does not owe grace, and there is no reason only that attachment. Hong'er, have you seen it? I have been married for less than a thousand years. Master, do you see it? The love you exchanged for death made me better than blue. Master, Hong'er, have you seen it? This shouting at the sky is the release of the love that has been depressed in my heart for a hundred years.

"They will see" A voice came from afar, in the sky, and in the ears.

"Ancestor?" Bu Qiaoen looked in the direction of the back mountain and muttered in a low voice.