When I entered the prison, it was the daylight.

When I got out of that prison, it was still the same daylight.

Xun Ming took out the heavenly clock and glanced at it, it was the time when he went out, and now it is the unitary time.

I didn't do anything this day......

is such a sigh, Xun Ming is suddenly surprised.

It's time to feed the horses at night!

The pace under his feet instantly quickened, and a white shadow quickly swept away the east side of the city wall.

From the prison to the Imperial Horse Prison, it is a small half of the sea and mountain pass!

And when Xun Ming, who had been rushing all the way, pushed open the gate of the Imperial Horse Prison, he was facing a pair of eyes with obvious anger in indifference, as if what they wanted to eat was not Linggu, but Xun Ming.

When Xun Ming hurriedly prepared the feed for each spirit horse and then fed them separately, it was already a "not early" season, and it really came to the "late night".

Walking into his room, Xun Ming looked at the simple furnishings in the room, a table, a chair, a bed, there was no other decoration in the room, although it seemed a little empty, but those such as the subtle carvings on the window lintels made the room appear unique to a simple and elegant fresh charm.

After thinking about it for a while, Xun Ming took out his futon from the storage ring and began to make up the bed.

As it stands, I'm going to be here for a while.

It should be better not to get out of the customs in a short time, that intuition is too evil.

In the Guannei, no matter how you say it, it is also a big guy with a Dao Soul Realm, and no matter how much it is, there will be no big moths.

Life matters.

Originally, when he was in Haorantian, the traction in Xun Ming's heart was very strong, but when he really arrived at Haishan Pass, the traction in the dark was much weaker, which made him less eager all of a sudden.

Odd.

Sighing slightly, Xun Ming, who was already laid out with a soft futon, jumped up slightly, leaned back and fell into the bed, enjoying this short relaxation.

When this matter is resolved, I will return to Don't Disturb Peak to "enjoy my old age".

Retreat, drink tea, look at the clouds, go fishing.

Isn't it beautiful~

The tip of Xun Ming's nose moved slightly, and a wisp of fragrant fragrance penetrated into his nose.

The corners of Xun Ming's mouth twitched slightly.

This little girl, when will it ......

Since she was a child, Feng Ene Er likes to dye Xun Ming's quilt with her own body fragrance, and the beautiful name says, "Brother Xun, you can hold it when you have nightmares at night."

And the method of "dyeing" is very simple, Feng Ene can sleep all night with the quilt covered.

Because on the previous journey, Xun Ming mostly spent the night on a certain branch, and even if it was a guest house, most of them only stayed overnight to meditate and practice, so today is the first time Xun Ming took out this bedding after going down the mountain.

When did this quietly fall victim to her "poisonous hands"......

Although Xun Ming thought in his heart that "there is a difference between men and women, we are just brothers and sisters", but the body is very honest, and he is very consciously turned over and covered his face in the quilt.

Xun Ming, who is born with a sense of smell and can smell "different smells", really doesn't have much resistance to good smells.

But just after a short while, Xun Ming bounced up, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to pit and practice.

Great oaks from little acorns grow..

Especially with the intuition that is not quite right now, there is no excuse for slackening.

It is true that the long road of cultivating immortals depends on talent, but the boring water mill work is equally indispensable.

After recovering to the Seven Cave Heavens, there should be no problem in killing the ordinary Jindan mid-stage.

When the monk crossed the watershed of the Jiedan and entered the Jindan realm, then the path of cultivating immortals after that was much steeper than before.

Different from the Dongtian Realm, the division of the territory of the Jindan Realm is extremely clear, and from the early stage to the middle stage, and from the middle stage to the late stage, there are one difficult pass after another.

Forming a Jindan guest is my generation.

This sentence naturally has its own intrinsic meaning.

After entering the Jindan realm, the difficulties on the path of cultivation are the real beginning, not only a realm and a ladder, but within a realm, it can be divided into three layers of big steps.

Step by step, the difficulty can be imagined.

And the further you go, the more difficult it becomes.

The Yuan Infant Realm, and then the Three Realms of the Immortal Dao, will only become more and more difficult, and even despairing.

A layer of heavy curtains, hung in front of the window by Xun Ming, blocked the endless daylight of daylight, and four snow-white small swords were hovering in the four corners of the house at this time, rotating silently, and an invisible barrier stretched out, isolating the inside and outside of the house.

The streets outside Haishanguan Prison were almost empty, even though it was daylight.

It's late at night, and it's time for the crowd to go out.

In this chaotic heavenly domain, time and people seem to be cut off by an invisible blade.

Although the new monk will get used to it, time will always wear off a lot of things.

As the days go by, it doesn't matter if you are suitable or not.

There is no sun or moon, and the day lasts forever.

The two people, who are similar in height and have six or seven points of similarity, but have completely different temperaments, are walking side by side on the streets where no one is around.

Zhang Qiu, who had just been brought out of prison for his brother, looked sick, but he was not because the carriage was out of control and caused an accident, and in the end he still had to trouble his eldest brother to come to the prison to "fish" himself, but because of the dead white horse.

The two walked in silence for a long time, and Zhang Qiucai said a little sullenly:

"Brother."

"Huh?" Wearing a long knife at his waist, Zhang He, who was not a vermilion gourd, said "um" lightly.

"Brother, my horse is gone......" Just saying this, Zhang Qiu felt that he was even more heartbroken all of a sudden.

Zhang He laughed angrily, and then reached out and pressed his brother's head forward:

"What's the matter, you can ride my brother's horse in the future, how old a person is, you know that you have a bitter face."

"Hey, brother or hello."

Zhang Qiu finally showed a smile and turned around to hug his brother, but after he really hugged him, he was slightly surprised.

Yes? Why didn't you stop me this time?

According to the convention, the eldest brother should be one hand on his head, and then said with a smile: "Such a big person, you have to take yourself to find a daughter-in-law." ”

What's going on this time?

Then Zhang Qiu felt his eldest brother's hand wrap around his back, patted his shoulder, and said:

"Okay, hug it, hug it, and I'll be a little at ease for the next while."

Before Zhang Qiu could ask, Zhang He explained:

"We'll be out of town once in a few days, so you have to be careful when I'm away."

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