Late autumn is lonely, especially in Middle Earth, and it is also full of maple red in Yuqiao Gorge. But this thin penny continent is just a cold day.

In the lower reaches of the Zhizi River, the most peculiar thing is that the river water crosses the sea for hundreds of miles but does not melt into the sea, and the sea water is washed away by a river water, and then it returns to the land, and then it enters the sea again after winding and winding for tens of thousands of miles, and then the Zhizi River will merge into the sea.

The first wonder of this thin penny continent, there are a lot of people who watch the scenery, and they all come, Liu Jingxun naturally does not lack this or two silver across the sea.

Just looking at the river or the seawater, there is no difference, but when the two are put together, it is a bit clear, but in this hundred-mile-long trench, the childish river only cares about flowing its own, and does not take the sea water into its eyes at all.

This is not the great supernatural power of a qi refiner, it is a natural and long spectacle.

At this time, the small boat can only carry a dozen people. The boat folded its sails and sailed down the river, not slow.

Liu Jingxun stood at the bow of the boat, looking at this vision, and for some reason thought of what Hu You said a long time ago on the official road on the border between Qingni and Moluo. It's probably a little white on a black paper and a little black on a white paper, both of which are incompatible with the surrounding environment. Like the scenery in front of him, the river does not want to be in the company of the sea.

But in the end, it still has to merge into the sea.

Taking off the wine bag and pouring a sip of wine, Liu Jingxuan looked at this childish Jiang and muttered to himself, "I have to do my own thing, and I have to be able to do it."

If you don't have the ability to cross the sea, don't think about making trouble with the people and things around you.

"If I have to do my own thing, I have to see if I have that ability, can it still be called my own way?"

Liu Jingxun turned his head and glanced at it, he was a young man in a Confucian shirt, not very old, twenty-five or sixteen.

Liu Jingxun said with a smile: "The reckless man in the rivers and lakes, who has little reading, wants to get this."

The scholar turned his head to look at Jiang Hai and said softly, "Don't you think that your vision has a kind of meaning of killing a bloody road among ten thousand armies?"

Liu Jingxuan smiled: "That's right, but in the end, it still has to flow into the sea?"

The reader shook his head, as if he felt that the words were not speculative, and simply turned his head and went to the other side.

Liu Jingxun poured another sip of wine, stood at the bow of the boat, and pondered all the way.

The water flow is extremely fast, only a hundred miles, and the sea has been crossed in two hours. The boat docked at the small ferry port in Repulse Bay, and Liu Jingxun stepped off the boat and muttered, "It's true that I don't read too much."

This skinny island, there is nothing to hang out about. It was all in the territory of the Liyue Dynasty, and he didn't have the heart to go, so he calculated the time, there should be a Douhanzhou ferry that would pass through the Zhizi River in a few days, so it was better to take the Rag Mountain ferry to Qingluan Continent.

Thinking of this, he simply got up with his sword and went straight east, until it was dark, and he reached a hill where the ferry would pass.

It was raining heavily, and it was already dark and windy, and with the rain, it was impossible to see or hear. Z.br>

Liu Jingxun returned to his original appearance, walked under a big rock, and meditated here for a few days.

Raising his hand to build a bonfire, Liu Jingxun sat cross-legged by the fire and began to review the things in the past six months.

The Lamp Shadow Cave Sky is not so much a place where there are no taboos to release evil thoughts, but a very straightforward place, capable enough to catch cause and effect. Although there are no taboos, but if you don't have enough skills and still want to release evil thoughts, then pray for your luck, but if you are killed, your soul will be stuffed into the talisman. is like the little *** in Tumen Mountain, and finally became a bullied woman in the alley.

A trip to the Shadow Cave is in a hurry, and I will have to go again if I have the opportunity in the future.

Cao Wei is an ordinary teenager, but the soul in his body will never be so simple.

Because Kuang Le has sent a message back, Nanliang has no surname Dugu to worship at all, absolutely not.

Kwong Lexin said that Xiao Lian's guy was detained in an inn as a runner, and he himself was the same, he was detained in the inn as a cook for six years, and the two were brothers and sisters. If it weren't for Xiao Lian's stinky problem of becoming a monk at every turn, he would have served as a Nanliang worship. From this, it can be seen that the two

The relationship is very good, so if there was an alchemist named Dugu Zichi back then, of course Kuang Le would know.

Liu Jingxun took out a pile of conformal stones, and carved the names in turn according to the chronological order.

The first one is not the little *** with the unknown surname of Dengying Dongtian, but the martial artist of Jin Pingguo who he saw at the ferry after getting off the boat, Chai Fu.

The knife is taken up and dropped in one go, and the identity that is known is engraved on the side paragraph, and it is over.

With the faint light of the fire, Liu Jingxun quickly carved a bunch of accompanying chapters.

After thinking about it, Liu Jingxuan picked out three seals among them, the first of which was based on the four characters of Dugu Zichi. In the second, Liu Jingxun engraved the word Nanzhen. The third is Cen Liangzhu.

These are the strangest three people, and they need to be paid attention to by Yuan Sucheng. In the first two, Liu Jingxun was suspicious of her identity, but Cen Liangzhu and Liu Jingxun just felt that something was wrong with her.

After putting away the stone, Liu Jingxun poured another sip of wine.

Over the years, he has been careful, all the people he has seen, as long as he has spoken, he will carve them into chapters, and he is the only one who makes the most mistakes.

The first, of course, is yourself.

And then there is the old man surnamed Ji in Qingniguo, that is, the big gentleman.

Stretched out his hand to bake the fire, the rain was loud and a little annoying.

If you want to break through the realm in your own way, you don't know when you have to wait for the time being. Hurriedly came to Skinny Zhou, but there was still no news of the little cauliflower. It's nearly October, and soon this year will pass again, and the New Year will be the year of Xin Chou, even if you rush to the Demon Rejection Island in the year of Renyin, there will be twenty-two years! Liu Jingxun has absolute certainty, after stepping through the hurdle of seeking the truth, he returned to the realm of climbing the tower before the age of fifty, but only climbed the building, how to face the people outside the world who opened the gate of heaven at every turn after the gate of heaven was opened, and the people outside the world who often opened the gate of heaven and Da Luo Jinxian at every turn?

It's not enough to just climb the realm of the building!

What's more, when will that long trip start?

Even if you arrive at Demon Rejection Island a year and a half in advance, it is of little use.

A trip to Skinny Continent to obtain a supply of talismans and elixirs was not a waste of time, and most of the ferries along the route had been visited, and if Lü Dianxiao had become emperor, the Liyue Dynasty ferry would have been used as a resting place. But on the other side of Qingluanzhou, although there are many acquaintances, they are all familiar enemies!

Ji's trip, if the old family master is not there, Liu Jingxun is looking for death, Ji Wenjing has murderous intentions several times, but none of them are fake.

There are too many things, too little time, too low a realm, and there is no way.

If it is as originally thought, there are still fifty years to go, and it will not make people so helpless.

Taking a sip of wine, Liu Jingxun just wanted to sink his mind into his own world, but suddenly noticed a demonic aura coming towards him, he raised his hand to remove the fire, sat back, and hid his figure.

Soon there was a sneaky figure here, a half-grown child, a teenage tomboy, who looked ...... Not like a girl. Those who came in the rain were not goblins.

Liu Jingxun habitually took a sip of wine, and the demonic aura was emitted by a wooden sign in the child's arms, which was a little weak.

There was a demonic aura in the distance that was already very close, and Liu Jingxun didn't look closely, because the goblin realm was not high.

The tomboy looked left and right for a moment, and then said softly, "Are you here?"

Liu Jingxun turned his head to look into the distance, a black wind struck, the black wind fell to the ground, and inside was a woman dressed in thin black, the grass and trees were strange, and it was a locust tree.

The tomboy held the wooden card, grinned, and without saying a word, took out a bowl in his arms, then rolled up his sleeve, took out a knife and cut his forearm, allowing the blood to flow into the bowl.

Liu Jingxun frowned slightly, looking at the dense scars on his arms, some of which had even just scabbed, probably not the first time.

Soon half a bowl of blood flowed, and the little girl took out a white cloth to wrap her forearm, and said softly, "Is it enough?"

The woman in black was expressionless, took out a locust leaf, handed it to the little girl, and then said, "How much blood can you shed? You're going to die."

The little girl grinned, "Death is death, it doesn't matter."

He is very young, but he speaks very maturely.

The woman in black said coldly, "This is the last time this year, and the next time you do this, I won't pay attention to the blood when it shines."

The little girl immediately raised her head, frowned tightly, and said categorically: "No! Without your help, my mother would have died! I've already exchanged blood with you, and a bowl of blood is enough for your leaf to grow, once a month, and you can't leave it alone."

The woman in black also frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Your mother is dead, you don't know, no matter how strong you stay, she won't even have a chance to be reincarnated."

The little girl fell to her knees with a bang, choked slightly, "I beg you, help me, okay?"

The locust tree spirit took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Feng Xiaoying, you are too greedy, your mother ......."

Before he finished half a sentence, he waved his hand and snatched the wooden card from the little girl's hand and crushed it in front of her.

"There won't be a next time."

With that, he left in an instant, disappearing into the pouring rain, leaving no trace.

The swarthy little girl crawled into the rain with a hoarse voice, shouting Aunt Huai over and over again, but after shouting for a long time, she couldn't call the woman back after all.

The little girl was already drenched, she squatted in the rain for a long time, and finally stopped crying, but carefully packed the locust leaves, and went down the mountain with a wrinkled face.

In fact, the locust tree spirit was always there, but it was hidden in the distance and did not appear.

Liu Jingxun turned his head to look at the Shanshui Bridge leaning on the stone, but there was no movement at all.

The woman in black reappeared, sighed, took out the half bowl of blood, and soaked a locust leaf in it.

Only then did Liu Jingxun understand that the little girl was born with a medicinal spring, and in front of her unbroken virgin body, a body of blood could be used as an elixir.

Liu Jingxun saw that the locust tree spirit had no evil thoughts, and wanted to show up, but the woman in black suddenly frowned, and went to the town under the mountain in an instant.

Liu Jingxun looked up at the sky, the ferry would not arrive in a few days, and he was idle, so he turned around and went to the town.

In the pouring rain, in a small dilapidated courtyard by the river on the edge of the town, there was a sneaky man with a bag in his hand.

The man stood under the eaves, cautiously pushed open the door, and asked with a smile, "Little lady of the Feng family, is you feeling better, I have brought you food."

Lying on the bed, the woman who was almost bound by a medicinal power turned her head with difficulty, her face was full of hatred, and her lips were about to be bitten.

The woman's voice was like a gossamer, "You'd better go and ask the Bodhisattva for protection, so that I don't turn into a ghost when I die."