Green silk knotted hair.

Never give up?

Dating with the rites of ordinary marriage?

His eyes fell on the paper scroll, and Han Muye was shocked.

Those eight words were like a burning flame, instantly falling on his mind, turning into golden light and shadow.

Light and shadow flow, and one picture after another.

Green shirt robe, large sleeve scarf.

The white clothes are better than the snow, and the red sleeves add fragrance.

The young man in the picture is brilliantly literate, and the pen is the world, and the ink is swaying the mountains and rivers.

That girl is smart and intelligent, affectionate and sexual.

Famous mountains and rivers, ancient cities and cities.

The young man carried a book bag and walked all over Zhongzhou with the maid in white.

The girl accompanied the young man, watched him appreciate the artistic conception of the mountains and rivers and realized the Tao, cheered, hugged each other and cried.

Look at him and the great Confucian, continue to warm the tea and wine, and smile lightly.

Look at his pen and rain, enter the Tao shockingly, watch him write dragon and snake, poetry suppresses demons.

The young man's green robe was replaced by a robe, and the youth on his body turned into calm.

The girl is still the girl, and the youth has become a literary minister.

All the people shouted, hundreds of officials worshipped, and heaven and earth gave golden seals.

Wenxiang, naturally there must be the world in his heart.

Wen Xiang, how can he only put his heart on a small white fox?

That night, the moon warmed the wine, wrote poems under the lamp, and danced lightly in white.

That night, the girl drank poisoned wine and danced in a messy manner.

That night, Wen Xiang wrote, "Mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away, and a dream is forgotten without a trace." ”

When the white fox reappeared, it was already trapped in the fighting room.

Under the Sword Pavilion of Jiuxuan Mountain.

There is a closed town here.

With the help of the power of the town, the little white fox cannot leave for ten thousand years.

Cursing, biting, crying, the power of the town turned into a half-grown child, only accompanied by the little white fox, smiling and unraveling.

Until one day, the town was shaken, the white fox turned into a white fox and left, and the half-grown child sighed and shook his head and left.

Gao Xiaoxuan, little white fox.

It turns out that this is their past and present lives?

The white fox is the affectionate girl, Gao Xiaoxuan, who is the embodiment of the array that suppressed her?

The sound of literature and ink, a Confucian and Taoist sage, after all, is for the country, and he has lost his face.

Han Muye sighed and was about to hide the picture in his mind, when suddenly the golden light and shadow moved again.

This time, it's a different picture.

A twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy returned from collecting medicine in the mountains and forests and rescued a seriously injured white fox.

Carefully treated, the white fox left.

A few years later, the green-robed scribe and the white-clothed girl met on the side of the road and have been together ever since.

When writing poems, the scribe read out the poems, and was afraid that the power of the literary qi would intrude on the girl, so he whispered silently, making people think that his Confucianism and Taoism were lowly.

When discussing the Tao, I was afraid that the girl would not be able to withstand the suppression of Confucianism and Taoism, and the scribe spoke leniently and never competed with others.

The farther he went, the more profound the scribe's Confucianism and Taoism became.

With a single stroke of ink, you can suppress the demons of mountains and rivers.

With just a few words, it can echo with the avenue of heaven and earth.

Until one day, the power of heaven and earth is condensed, the wishes of all the people are combined, and the responsibility for the great prosperity of Confucianism and Taoism falls on the shoulders of the scribes.

Enter the Imperial City and take charge of the Academy.

Form the Xuanyang Guard to suppress the demons in the Tianxuan world.

It turns out that there are so many things that need to be done between heaven and earth.

If you have the world in your heart, how can you care about the feelings of your children?

In the end, Wen Xiang chose to send the girl away from Tianxuan.

Knowing that the girl was unwilling, Wen Xiang chose a glass of sake and a poem to let the girl forget the memory of Hongchen.

"Mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away, and a dream is forgotten without a trace."

The poem is written, and the memory dissipates.

There is no fate in this life, one is separated and two are wide.

In the western Xinjiang, Jiuxuan Mountain, before going to the outer passage, before sending the girl away, Wen Xiang cut a strand of green silk and knotted it with his hair.

The picture dissipates.

Looking at the knotted hair in front of him, Han Muye was silent and speechless.

Two strands of hair, two different memories.

It turns out that under Jiuxuan Mountain, there are neither big demons nor big demons.

Yes, it is the resentment in the white fox's hair, and the emotional sustenance of the text and ink.

The white fox's resentment will not be dispersed, and it will become a big demon in ten thousand years.

Wen Xiang's love is born, it is Gao Xiaoxuan, who has been accompanying the white fox.

The love in this world is the most difficult to understand.

Even Confucian and Taoist saints like Wen Xiang are powerless to solve it, so they can only use such a lose-lose, forgettable and unforgettable method.

True or False?

Regret it?

"Hum—"

The golden halo in Han Muye's mind turned into three ancient inscriptions.

Red Dust Spell.

This is the condensation of love and righteousness in the world, which can protect the mind and keep the mood in the red dust tempering at all times.

Cultivation requires the cultivation of the mind the most.

Tu Sun Shi's kendo cultivation is the first in Western Xinjiang, but he is mixed with the ordinary world, just to refine his heart with red dust.

This red dust mantra is stored in the heart, always vigilant and refining the mind, so that the mood melts into the red dust, and leaves the red dust.

For the first time, Han Muye saw a method that could refine his heart.

At least in the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, he had never seen such a technique for refining the mind.

In the entire western Xinjiang, I am afraid that there may not be such exercises.

Otherwise, Tu Sun Shi would not need to be in the middle of a scattered cultivation.

With this kind of exercise, it can make up for the embarrassing situation of Han Muye's cultivation being too fast and lacking in his heart.

In Han Muye's opinion, the acquisition of this Red Dust Mantra Technique was more valuable to him than that magic treasure.

The red dust spell was hidden in the gods, and between Han Muye's eyes opening and closing, there was a golden halo.

Gu shh

This golden light seems to be able to see through the world.

Looking down, he saw a wooden comb on the small case.

Picking up the wooden comb, Han Muye was a little stunned.

The material used in this wooden comb was something he had never seen before.

Is this also what Wen Xiang left?

Put the wooden comb into the wooden box, press the strand of hair and the paper roll, lock the wooden box, and Han Muye left the quiet room.

Whether he is a person who is affectionate and righteous and unswerving for thousands of years, or a person who is hypocritical and refined, Han Muye is not sure.

If you go to Zhongzhou in the future, you may be able to understand something.

In the next few days, Han Muye almost practiced in retreat on the third floor of the Sword Pavilion.

In front of Yunchaoling, he slashed through the heavenly realm and fought against demons.

These experiences, precipitated, are the basis for the improvement of the state of mind.

After a few days of retreat, before the medicinal power of the Immortal Pill in the dantian was exhausted, he finally pushed his spiritual energy cultivation to the second level of foundation building.

The cultivation of the body refining method, also because of the help of the Great Demon Arm Bone, reached the ninth level of condensation in a few days.

The phantom of the nine-headed bull condensed behind him, and the two white-fronted tigers roared silently.

The power of two tigers.

The strength of this physical body has reached the point of clenching his fists to attract qi and waving his hand to bring the wind to the wind.

The next step is to build the foundation of the Great Dao with the power of the flesh and step into the realm of the foundation of the flesh.

It takes a lot of resources to build a foundation for the physical body, and Han Muye is now basically exhausted of the spirit stones and pills in his hands, so he has to go out of the customs.

"Uncle Shi."

When he walked down the Sword Pavilion and arrived at the door, Liu Hong hurriedly bowed.

With excitement on his face, he looked at Han Muye and said, "Senior Uncle Ancestor, my grandfather has promised me to enter the Sword Pavilion." ”

This guy is a third-generation sword cultivator, but he doesn't do his job on weekdays, so he was pressed in the Treasure Building by his grandfather to help deal with all kinds of missing items.

Han Muye was interested in taking the sword pill because of that time, so he followed him to the Sword Pavilion.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived at the Sword Pavilion, Liu Hong found that in the entire Sword Pavilion, everyone was extraordinary.

After getting along, I even had the idea of joining the Sword Pavilion.

Last time, Han Muye said that as long as his grandfather agreed, it would be fine.

Liu Hong went back to find his grandfather, and Liu Chuanyi, the deacon elder of the Treasure Building, directly grounded him.

What is Sword Pavilion?

The sword aura is pervasive, and the serious sword cultivation will be scrapped if you go.

It was only later that the Yunchaoling army returned, and Han Muye's reputation spread.

Kendo Immortal.

One person, one sword, invited Tu Sunshi, the first sword cultivator in Western Xinjiang, to go to Yuntai Mountain together.

Use the sword of the divine soul to help Tu Sun Shi slash the four heavenly realm demons with one sword.

Thousands of swords return to the sect, condensing thousands of swordsmanship.

One person with two swords, reverses into the space channel, and seals the extraterritorial heavenly demons.

These characters are Luo Xiaoyu, the elite of the Spirit Dao Sect, and Sun Jinshi, the powerhouse of the Taiyi Sword Sect, all of whom bluntly said that among their peers, Senior Brother Han's sword dao talent is extremely talented, and he does not dare to face his edge.

There are millions of monks in Yunchaoling, who doesn't respect the demon slayer Huang Liuge?

There are millions of monks in Yunchao Ridge, who doesn't know the sword path of the Immortal Senior Brother Han?

These two were both born in the Sword Pavilion.

Han Muye's reputation spread back to the Jiuxuan Sword Gate, Liu Chuanyi looked for Liu Hong, and after a long talk, he agreed to enter the Sword Pavilion and be a sword watcher.

"What did you agree with your grandfather?"

Han Muye looked at Liu Hong and asked.

Liu Hong's face turned red, and he twisted: "Actually, it's nothing, that is, you are not allowed to go down the mountain in the future, and you are not allowed to stay overnight under the mountain." ”

"Also, my grandfather set me a family business."

Han Muye nodded, these are not a big deal.

He knew what the sect meant by arranging another sword watcher.

Huang Lao Liu left, and the current sword watchers in the Sword Pavilion were all attracted by him Han Muye.

This is not a good thing for the sect.

Liu Hong is the third generation of cultivators of Gen Hongmiaozheng, and he is willing to enter the Sword Pavilion, which can make the sect feel at ease.

Han Muye also knew that the sect had moved his mind to cultivate himself.

At least in the battle with Tang Chi, he won.

"You first inherit the exercises with Yang Mingxuan and Jiang Mingxiu in the Sword Pavilion, and then take charge of the affairs of the Sword Pavilion after you can withstand the sword qi entering your body."

For the time being, Liu Hong couldn't stand the intrusion of the sword qi in the Sword Pavilion, so he could only take his time.

The family is a third-generation cultivator, but it is not like him when Han Muye entered the Sword Pavilion, and he had a bad life.

Liu Hong was a little disappointed.

He looked at it and was able to be a sword watcher right away.

Seeing his expression, Han Muye suddenly smiled and said, "Are you interested in those things that are missing?" ”

Liu Hong told him about this, and Liu Hong felt that he seemed to have a special sense of many things that could not be seen.

Liu Hong nodded.

"In this way, in the future, you will go around the Treasure Building and various markets, and bring back those things that you think are good."

Han Muye smiled and spoke.

This is a good errand for Liu Hong.

Sure enough, Liu Hong had a smile on his face.

It's a good errand, it can test his talent, and he can go down the mountain......

In front of the Sword Pavilion, Bai Suzhen, who was wearing a pink dress, came slowly.

"Senior Brother Han, Sword Dao Immortal," looking at Han Muye, who was standing on the stone steps with his back to his back, Bai Suzhen's eyes were full of light: "I really don't know, Senior Brother Han, how many means do you have." ”

When the incident came on Yunchao Ridge, Bai Suzhen was really surprised.

His understanding of Han Muye is that Dan Dao talent is unique, but he didn't expect that his swordsmanship and combat power are also as strong as this.

Seeing Han Muye's eyes, Bai Suzhen was slightly stunned.

For some reason, the golden light that flashed in Han Muye's eyes made her feel her heart tremble, and she lowered her head unconsciously.

This is a kind of divine light that can see through the bottom of the heart at a glance.

Han Muye shook his head, walked down the stone steps of the Sword Pavilion, and walked forward.

Bai Suzhen chuckled and followed.

"This, this is, to the grove?" Liu Hong's eyes widened and he looked back at Lu Gao, who was leaning against the door.

Lu Gao shook his head and said, "I can't see it." ”

Liu Hongqi shook his fist.

Han Muye walked on the mountain road and said lightly: "What did the sixth sister-in-law say?" ”

The sixth sister-in-law, Lu Qingping, did not accept Han Muye's invitation to come to Jiuxuan Mountain, but returned to Jinyang City.

The hometown of her and Huang Lao Liu.