In that still river, Xun Ming looked around, and all he saw was a gray empty space.

His eyebrows were slightly raised, on the one hand, he was a little curious about where he had been sent, and on the other hand, he did not dare to act rashly because of the unknown environment.

Always be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years.

When he took out two talismans from his sleeves and was about to throw them around to "explore the way", the gray that seemed to completely envelop the entire space suddenly began to change.

Mass after mass of gray seemed to turn into mist, then condensed into one very fine droplet after another, and finally fell one after another, and finally converged into a gray-white bubbling stream at his feet, flowing in one direction and finally disappearing at the end of his vision.

Just when Xun Ming had a faint guess in his heart, the gray-white stream suddenly froze, and then it flowed backwards for thousands of miles, and then flowed again.

The gray world changed suddenly.

……

A towering blue and white mountain, at the foot of the mountain, a fairy-like old Taoist followed by a little fat man holding a big red rock sugar gourd in one hand, and began to walk towards the mountain step by step.

But he still didn't take a few steps, the little fat man was out of breath, turned his head to look at his cheap master, and jumped out and said: "Master, if I don't cultivate this immortal, I want to go down the mountain." ”

This year, the little fat man was five years old.

……

In the end, he still gave his master a little fat man up the mountain, and he just eats, drinks and has fun all day long, neither reading any poetry or books, nor reading any exercises and secrets, every time he waits until his master pulls him to teach him the exercises, and he is symbolically learning a little.

The days passed like this, and this little fat man with a very high rank because he had a Supreme Elder as a master, just floated by gently, because his talent was excellent, so his cultivation was still passable.

However, compared to his talent, that cultivation was definitely still 108,000 miles behind.

Later, he got tired of talking to his master, so he turned to refining his body in a fit of anger.

Do you want to learn the Tao of Shilaozi? I have to read books and memorize mantras, and I am annoyed to death!

And refining the body is a lot simpler, and the usual practice of supporting death is to beat people and be beaten, and at most add some death tricks that can be remembered without using a brain.

His master naturally made him angry at first, but in the end, after seeing that his realm growth had obviously increased more than a little faster after he started refining his body, he didn't say anything more.

……

This year, the little fat man was thirty years old and traveled down the mountain for the first time.

The appearance of the monk naturally cannot be seen from the eyes of the mountain, although it has been established, but the little fat man at the beginning, at this time, still looks only in his early twenties, with a delicate face, dressed in white, which can be said to be extremely eye-catching.

And then he met the woman.

On the river, the weather was uncertain, and a sudden storm overturned a fishing boat.

The young man passing by on the spirit boat just squinted his eyes, and he didn't care that he wanted to leave leisurely.

However, a figure in Tsing Yi came in a hurry, saving the fisherman in that boat, and then a sword soared into the sky and slashed the spirit boat.

Swift shot, backhand is a punch to knock the nosy woman into the water, the little fat man hurriedly left, unwilling to entangle with the crazy woman.

Master is right, women are trouble.

Big chest, small brain.

Mortals have their own destiny, so why bother with everything? Are you the god who can't do it?

But somehow, the figure in Tsing Yi who suddenly came out of the sword quietly settled in the little fat man's heart, but he didn't realize it.

……

Many years later, they met again at the opening ceremony of Bessho.

The two of them, who were already in the Yuan Infant Realm, inadvertently looked at each other, and sparks flew everywhere.

On that day, the little fat man, who already had the reputation of "boxing straight to the fairy realm", deliberately left his hand and beat the female sword cultivator in green clothes and green swords and green hair into a pig's head.

But since then, the little fat man has relied on the woman's sword cultivation like a piece of kraft candy.

……

He accompanied her through countless mountains and rivers, walked through one mountain and river pass after another, and left footprints in the demon world, the underworld, and the demon world.

But one day later, the woman who had disappeared for a few days reappeared, with red eyes and punched the chest of the little fat man, who was already not a little fat man, and then cried.

After coaxing and coaxing, the little fat man knew that the woman was mysterious in the past few days, and he went to her senior brother to confess his heart, but he had already regarded the two of them as a pair of senior brothers, so he just smiled and touched her head and said, there should be more tolerance between the two, don't lose your temper because of a little thing.

After drinking wine with the woman all night, and then sending her back to the sect, the little fat man left lonely.

Twisted melons are not sweet.

I thought people were really interesting to me.

It turns out that I am a puppy who only knows how to annoy people at the door of people's houses, and I quarreled for most of the night, but I didn't even enter the door.

The senior brother of the family is really good, he is proficient in poetry and songs, not to mention that he is good-looking, and he is already a dog's day of extinction.

Except that she doesn't seem to like her, everyone else seems to be better than herself.

……

After that night, the little fat man was like evaporating from the world.

Just casually took the name of "Delusional Green Daoist", and traveled through the mountains and rivers like a lonely ghost, everywhere, but every time he passed through the areas where they had been together, his punches were particularly fierce.

Since then, the little fat man, who has never liked to read, and even has a headache as long as he sees the dense "ghost painting talisman", changed out of his Taoist robe and put on a cyan Confucian shirt, not to mention, he began to chant poems and sentences, as if he had changed.

……

The shemale war broke out, and the southern frontier of Haorantian was suddenly bloody.

After leaving the customs, the little fat man who had been wandering for a long time after hearing the news, his figure rose to the sky, turned into a long rainbow, and rushed from Beijiazhou to the frontier battlefield of Nanchanzhou.

You're not an immortal, you're not a little yuanying, what are you doing in that place?! Death?!

……

A fist that dragged thousands of miles fell from the sky, smashing a Yuan Infant Demon Cultivator with a sword who was smiling and rushing towards the woman.

A cyan Confucian shirt fell to the ground, and he was not afraid of the heavens and the earth, no matter who he was up to, he was a monk of the Freedom Realm who dared to throw a punch, but at this time, his lips trembled, and he didn't dare to turn around.

Behind him, there was a bloodied female sword cultivator, holding a verdant long sword that was only half cut off, and after smiling hard, she fell to the ground softly, and there was no more breath.

"It's nice to change your clothes."

……

On that day, a monk in the realm of freedom with a crippled soul cut off his immortal path and went straight into the midst of ten thousand armies, killing two demon immortals alive with one enemy and two enemies, only with his fists and feet, and dissolving the enemy in the array.