Today's update, because of the word limit on the list, if there are less than 200,000 words within 30 days, I will make up for it, and then Ming'er will rush to the list, and the smoke ring will book tickets first.

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On the day of the Demon Eradication Festival, the snow-covered mountain ushered in heavy snow again.

After the Demon Eradication Festival is the beginning of spring, although the weather is still not too warm, but to see snow again should be at the end of the year and into winter.

Lin Fan, whose eyes had regained his sight, stood in the small courtyard in a daze after waking up, watching the heavy snow fall in the sky, thinking that the snow was so white, and he was like a fool.

This is not to blame Lin Fan, he suffered from ophthalmosis since he was a child, he couldn't see anything clearly, and then he was blind for several years, and when he saw the light for the first time, it was when his life was dying, and he didn't have time to take a good look at the world.

Therefore, the idea of Xue Zhenbai appearing in Lin Fan's mind was not ridiculous, but a little pitiful.

Ye Ningshuang also got up very early today, and when she pushed the door, she saw Lin Fan standing in the snowstorm, she couldn't help but feel sour in her heart, and hesitated for a long time, but in the end she still didn't speak, and stood silently beside Lin Fan.

Lin Fan turned his head, grinned at her, and said, "It's the first time I think snow is so beautiful." ”

Ye Ningshuang also raised her eyes and looked at the sky, remembering yesterday's fireworks, and said inexplicably: "This time next year, can you come back?"

Lin Fan frowned.

Yesterday, Ye Ningshuang said, "Go to the outer door." But he was regarded as a deaf ear at that time.

If I mention it again today, it is a question, asking Lin Fan if he can enter the inner door from the outer door at the end of next year.

Lin Fan took a deep breath of cold air and affirmed, "It must be possible!"

Ye Ningshuang smiled lightly, then stretched out his hand, pointed to the huge crack in the blurred sky in the wind and snow, and said, "I said that I would go together, don't forget." ”

Lin Fan was stunned, thinking that it was really not a family that did not enter the door, he had just used this way to cheer up the fat man a few days ago, and now Ye Ningshuang is doing the same, and the tacit understanding is extreme.

It's just that he seemed to be pointing in the wrong direction that day, and the direction pointed out by Ye Ningshuang today is correct.

So he squinted his eyes that had just regained his sight, looked at Tianyan carefully, and thought that he must work hard.

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The Demon Eradication Festival was no different for Lin Fan and Ye Ningshuang.

After breakfast, Ye Ningshuang still began to practice rain or shine, but the location became home.

Lin Fan wanted to restore his eyes better, his eyes were still wearing black cloth, and he sat on the stone steps in front of the hut and spread out his palms.

Lin Fan's hands are not big, nor are they slender, because he has been doing rough work all year round and even very rough.

But at this time, there were some wonderful changes in his palms, wisps of cold qi spread out, and Lin Fan, who was hanging his head, felt cold in his lungs with just one breath.

This is the Ice Divine Power, but it is still weak.

Soon, Lin Fan's palms returned to normal, his brows under the black cloth tightened, and he fell into deep thought thinking about the "Theory of Spiritual Roots".

"The Theory of Spiritual Roots" is a picture album, which records more than 30 patterns, in which various line changes are unpredictable and complex.

All Lin Fan could remember was the first ten patterns, and the third of them was the circuit diagram that helped him melt the fragments of the Enlightenment.

And just the third one of the sorting, it can already change the attributes of the spiritual root through specific conditions, so what are the more complex patterns after that?

Lin Fan began to recall his enlightenment process, and before he knew it, it was half an hour, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the "Theory of Spiritual Roots" was too terrifying.

So he simply stood up and walked towards Wanshuge, he wanted to read the "Spiritual Root Theory" once before going to the outer gate.

There was snow in front of Wanshuge, Lin Fan wanted to see the appearance of Wanshuge, so he took off his blindfold, but after his footsteps made a creaking sound on the steps, he still unconsciously checked: "One, two, three, four......." ”

This is a habit that Lin Fan has developed over the years, there are one hundred and eight steps in front of Wanshuge, every time he comes to Wanshuge to clean, he has to count the number of people who enter Wanshuge, even if his eyes regain sight today, the habit is difficult to change.

All the way into the Wanshu Pavilion, sure enough, Sun Deqian was drunk, and the posture of lying on the table did not have the slightest demeanor of the elder of the Snow Gate, and even saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Lin Fan knew that Sun Deqian didn't like to disturb when he was drunk, so he took a light step and went all the way up to the ninth floor.

Today's Demon Eradication Festival, there is no one in Wanshu Pavilion.

Lin Fan walked in it, as if he was in another world.

He had been cleaning in the Wanshu Pavilion for several years, and he was extremely familiar with the things in the Wanshu Pavilion, but today he looked at it with his eyes, and a feeling of both strangeness and familiarity came to his heart.

It turned out that the texture of the bookshelf was dark red.

It turns out that the bonsai in the corner can be so lush in winter.

It turned out that a qiē was better than he imagined, and it turned out that Wanshuge was like this.

Lin Fan's eyes were full of excitement, he wanted to touch and touch everywhere he passed, and then the familiar touch was transmitted to his heart, and the picture in front of him overlapped with this familiarity, which was really a little indescribably wonderful.

In this way, it took Lin Fan, who was struggling, half an hour to ascend to the ninth floor of the Library Pavilion and come to the book he was most familiar with.

Because he often looks back at "The Theory of Spiritual Roots", "The Theory of Spiritual Roots" does not have a feeling of familiarity and strangeness to Lin Fan.

He kept his calm expression and opened the Linggen Theory, took out the pen and paper hidden in the bookshelf, and began the purpose of coming here today, copying.

Copying, naturally, is to memorize all the patterns, but the patterns in the Linggen Theory are becoming more and more complex in turn, and Lin Fan's copying is becoming more and more difficult.

By the eleventh painting, Lin Fan's pen was already extremely difficult, and there was a feeling of blood reflux in his body.

Lin Fan hurriedly stopped writing, and then he realized that the Yuan Qi in his body was actually consumed during the copying, and he couldn't help but think that it was because the Yuan Qi realm was not enough?

Thinking of this, Lin Fan put down his pen again, and the extremely uncomfortable feeling appeared again, Lin Fan stopped writing, let out a long breath, and shook his head helplessly, it seems that there will be no harvest today.

Shaking his slightly sore shoulders, he glanced at the top of the hollowed-out tower, only then did he feel that the snow had stopped, thinking about today's Demon Eradication Festival, and how to make a hearty dinner in the evening, Lin Fan threw the copied paper into the brazier, put the wallpaper away, and walked down the nine-story library.

On the first floor, Sun Deqian, who was lying on the table, had already woken up, and saw Lin Fan smiling slightly, not caring at all that Lin Fan had climbed to the ninth floor to read the book after his eyes regained his sight.

Lin Fan then remembered that after he regained his sight, he didn't seem to be able to enter and leave Wanshu Pavilion at will, and when he was a little embarrassed, Sun Deqian saw Lin Fan's thoughts and said, "It's okay." ”

Lin Fan didn't know that in fact, Sun Deqian had already regarded him as his disciple in his heart, so he hurriedly said, "Elder, I ...... it."

Sun Deqian waved his hand and said, "The old man wants to take you to see a stone." ”

Lin Fan was inexplicable, he didn't know where Sun Deqian wanted to take him, and he had to go home to cook.

Sun Deqian, who could see at a glance that Lin Fan was instigated, smiled helplessly and said with a bitter smile: "It won't be delayed for long, let's go." After finishing speaking, he strode towards the outside of Wanshu Pavilion.

Lin Fan followed his pace closely, and the snow outside the Wanshu Pavilion was resting at this time, and the wind rose, blowing up broken silver and filling the sky one after another.

An old man and a young man walked down one hundred and eight steps and walked into the path next to the Wanshu Pavilion, and stopped at the corner, at this time their silk and clothes were covered with a lot of snowflakes, but an inconspicuous bluestone in front of them was even more unbearable.

The bluestone is huge, two heads taller than Lin Fan, brown, standing in the wind and snow, and the outlines on the surface have long been filled.

Lin Fan looked at it at a glance, and inexplicably felt that this piece of bluestone looked like an old man's face, and the wrinkles were the irregular cracks, which were like wrinkles, with endless vicissitudes written.

He felt a kind of magic in an instant, and he unconsciously took two steps forward, placing his rough little hand on the bluestone.

Almost subconsciously, Lin Fan had the idea of wanting to see it, so Qingshi's past began to retrace in front of his eyes.

Sun Deqian looked at the thin Lin Fan standing beside the bluestone, without making a sound, the corners of his mouth were raised, and then he turned around and walked away.

Lin Fan didn't hear the footsteps, and an unimaginable picture appeared in front of his eyes.

In the picture, there is a vermilion wall, the wall is so high that if you stand under it, it will be covered by the clouds, and a sense of majesty will rush to the face at the same time as the rain falls in the sky.

The rain soaked the vermilion walls and also drenched the stone slabs.

On the stone slab cast of marble, there stood two people, one was burly, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, in the prime of life, and the other was drooping and old, dressed in green clothes, smiling.

And Qingshi stood beside the middle-aged man at this time, which was extremely abrupt under this empty scene.

When Lin Fan was wondering, he saw that the man in his prime stretched out a huge hand, this hand was not only huge, the skin was like metal, the texture was rough but it looked extremely hard,

And when this hand grasped the bluestone, the wind and rain seemed to stop for a moment.

A majestic momentum that no one can take place erupts around the middle-aged man.

Lin Fan only felt that his scalp was numb, and even more terrifying things had just begun.

The middle-aged man easily picked up the huge bluestone, and it turned out that the bluestone appeared here not abruptly, because the bluestone was the weapon of the middle-aged man!

The sound of the violent wind breaking sounded, like thunder on the ground, and the bluestone was even more amazing, the continuous line of water splashes, turned into mist in an instant, and the old man in Tsing Yi danced wildly, as if he was about to be photographed into minced meat in the next moment.

At this time, the old man in Tsing Yi with a frozen smile took out his sword.

His sword was extremely thin, like a hairpin compared to the bluestone, and it seemed impossible to shake the bluestone.

But this hairpin, at the moment when the old man in Tsing Yi made a move, took away all the brilliance between heaven and earth!

The vermilion wall was instantly dim, the drizzle seemed to disappear into this cloudy sky, the stone slab seemed to turn into nothingness, and every qiē was diluted by the brilliance of this sword.

And when this sword hit the bluestone, a qiē returned to calm!

The rain seemed to finally have the right to land, drenching the bluestone, wetting the burly man's resolute face, the burly man did not make an incredible look, just frowned and frowned, and then put down the bluestone.

Qingshi made an extremely ugly sound, as if it had suddenly passed a hundred years of wind and frost, its color turned brown, and several huge scars appeared on the surface.

And this qiē did not end, the burly man knelt on one knee, royal blue blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, smashed the marble paved stone slab, and then he did not speak, did not raise his eyes, and lost his life.

The old man in Tsing Yi put away his sword, and then raised his finger slightly, and the bluestone flew up, floating behind him, in the wind and rain, he seemed to have become an ordinary old man, bent his waist but strode towards the palace behind the vermilion wall, plain as if he had just given birth to nothing.

Lin Fan was already dumbfounded to the extreme at this time, his thinking paused, and he naturally returned to reality.

He subconsciously looked around him, there was no one now, and then turned around and saw Sun Deqian, who was lying around his waist in the wind and snow, like an ordinary old man, he was striding forward, and it was also plain as if he didn't take Lin Fan to Qingshi at all.

Some inheritance, drizzle silently.

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