Zhang Fan, who didn't belong to his mind, walked along the town's road to Zhenhai Town, and then returned to the wooden house along the path of the cemetery, and lay down on the low couch, his mind full of recent experiences.

Murong Bo let his nephew guard the cemetery in order to be fair, where does this put family affection, since ancient times, there is a saying that licking the calf is deep, is Murong Fu not his own nephew, but Murong Bo also personally admitted that Murong Fu is his own nephew, is it really just for justice, for the responsibility of the mayor.

Situ Nan's old guy, his hair is already gray, he is a lot older, and he has to take over his junior brother to sit in the position of the sect master, so the position of the sect master of Raushzi doesn't seem to be so fragrant. A lot of people who are old have a lot of comfortable days in Xianyun Yehe, not to mention that they are all elders of the sect, the resources in the sect are not what they want, and it is not good for the retreat to impact the higher realm, Yuan Chi said that he has the opportunity to impact the Yuan infancy. Why do you want to take over the position of the sect master, hold a succession ceremony and pay tribute to the sect master to die first, respect a fart, sit on the position of the sect master and die first, what do you do. If you sit on the position of the sect master, you have to give up brocade clothes and jade food, and you can only wear sackcloth and shoes, is that comfortable?

Thinking about it again, when he first arrived at Wanghaiguan, Qin Qiong's old guy gave him an inheritance pearl without saying a few words, it was an extremely precious thing, and several big families may not be able to have one, this old guy gave it after saying a few words to himself, and he didn't bother to ask anything, this old guy actually went to die by himself. I don't understand, I can go back to the capital to spend my old age in peace and live a stable life for a few years, but I just went to die by myself.

And that stupid horse, he didn't die in the fierce battle and even went to jump into the sea, you think about Qin Qiong like this. The more Zhang Fan thought about it, the more excited he became, and he wanted to jump up and scold his mother, but he didn't know when his eyes were already full of tears.

When the sky lit up again, Zhang Fan woke up from his dream again, and the memories of last night kept him awake all night, and he fell asleep until nearly midnight. Look at the light of day outside the house, it is already the middle of the day, then get up to wash, by the way to make some meals, although he has recovered his internal strength to cultivate, he can hold on for a long time without eating or drinking, but who wants to go hungry if he can eat and drink.

After thinking about it all night and not being able to get an answer, he finally decided to continue his meditation on the Mochizuki Taoist Book after eating. After experiencing the battle of Wanghaiguan, he already knows the level of combat power in this world, and he is far from it, and only by working hard to improve himself can he find his way home and explore what these old guys are thinking.

Time passed quietly, Zhang Fan lived in the cemetery and began to practice the "Mochizuki Taoist Canon", and every first day of the new year, he went to the mayor of Zhenhaiguan to get the calendar, and bought some salt and rice noodles by the way, but his clothes were never changed, and he was still wearing a tattered robe, but it had been repaired, and it was not in tatters. His feet were still barefoot and unshoeed, and his hair was still bound with twigs.

The people of Zhenhai Town are also familiar with the strange man who guards the cemetery, he never buys things on credit, he also loves to laugh, he speaks funny, and under his long beard is a resolute face, although he looks to be in his thirties, but not very big, which makes occasionally when he buys items, some mothers-in-law come to eat his tofu. It's just that when he encounters this kind of thing, Zhang Fan is not annoyed, he just smiles and walks away, never taking it seriously.

Since the beginning of the monthly calendar, every time he comes to town, Zhang Fan will buy a pot of wine, and then stay under the eaves of a wine shop for a while to take a look at the small courtyard opposite.

The wine was not drunk by him, after returning to the cemetery, he would drink it with an old ghost, and the old ghost's grave was piled up by his own hands, and there were no bones in it, just a thought of his to commemorate Qin Qiong.

In the small courtyard opposite the wine shop, there is a woman, but he doesn't meet it every time he comes to Zhenhai Town, he has no ill will towards this woman, he just wants to take a look from afar to see if she is doing well, and this is enough. The reason is very simple, this woman gave herself drinking water to sober herself up, so that she would not die in a foreign country.

The days passed little by little, and finally a month after he began to practice the "Mochizuki Dao Canon", he entered the first layer of the Qi cultivation period, and then used two months to practice the second layer of Qi, and then used another four months to practice the third layer of Qi. Originally, he thought that it would take eight months to practice the fourth layer of qi, and when the foundation was built, he had a whim, and introduced the internal force into the running meridians of the aura, and no longer relied on absorbing the aura to cultivate the "Mochizuki Daodian", but this thing turned out to be feasible, and the cultivation efficiency was extremely fast, he used the internal force to practice the "Mochizuki Daodian", and when the internal force was exhausted, he meditated and practiced the internal force, and it only took half a month to practice the fourth layer of qi, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and began to practice as much as possible, trying not to go out.

Finally, ten months after he came here, he finally cultivated to the great perfection of the Qi cultivation period, and when he practiced the tenth layer of Qi, he meditated and pranayama to restore his internal strength, but he could not gain anything more. In desperation, I had to give up meditation and pranayama to recover my internal strength, and began to try to break through the qi training period. It's just that after many attempts to no avail, I had to give up and study and comprehend other miscellaneous studies on the "Mochizuki Treasure Book" again.

There are not only exercises on the "Mochizuki Dao Codex", but also spells, alchemy, alchemy, alchemy, talismans, and formations, all the skills he knows and related to cultivation are included.

After another two months, Zhang Fan completed all the spells that could be cultivated on the "Mochizuki Dao Canon", and all that was left was to practice regularly and increase his proficiency. It's just that the remaining alchemy, talismans, refining tools, and formations can't be repaired, and can only be roughly understood, just because he is really poor and has no materials.

When Zhang Fan came here for a year, he tried many times to break through the Qi Cultivation Realm and enter the foundation building period after many unsuccessful attempts, and finally decided to leave this place, he wanted to go out to find his own opportunity, and the other is to find a way home, although he learned a lot of things here, but this is not his home, there is no family for him. Renyun's heart is at peace with my hometown, but his heart has never been settled.

Zhang Fan got up and looked at the furnishings in the house again, got up and walked to the woods, picked up a few bundles of branches and piled them in the corner of the house, then cleaned the cooking utensils, put some small things in the pot to cover them, and took water from the stream to fill the water tank, then picked up the wine jug by the window and walked towards a cemetery on the top of the mountain.

There is his memory of Qin Qiong buried, and the stone tablet in front of the tomb was newly carved by him a few months ago, but there are no words on the tombstone. Here he alone knows enough, and does not need the sacrifice of others.

He sat down by the tombstone again, looking at the forest below, verdant, dark and shadowless. Zhang Fan poured a sip of wine on the tombstone, and then took another sip himself, telling the tombstone the story of his departure.

He will embark on a journey, looking for the meaning of his arrival and his way home, but this is always his memory, and his sorrow for Qin Qiong is also buried here.

When the wine was drunk and the nonsense was finished, Zhang Fan got up and walked down the mountain, he was going to the town, before he left, he was going to meet a person, a woman.

To be continued...