This demon pawn didn't know, anyway, he was in the past to join in the fun, and he couldn't explain Lin Shan's doubts.

Before leaving, I cautiously asked, 'Do you want to go with you?'

If he can pull a Jindan period thigh, then wouldn't he be fragrant and spicy?

Lin Shan didn't agree, turned around and left.

Knowing that the southwest direction is dangerous, what are you doing in the past?

Especially when he killed so many people in Qianyun Pavilion one after another, he instinctively avoided them, how could he rush to the front of others.

He turned around and continued in the southeastern direction of the Yan Kingdom.

In the Demon Dao Realm, if a righteous path monk dares to travel openly, he will definitely be chased by a group of people like a shark smelling it, and the Jindan period is no exception.

Fortunately, Lin Shan's Soul Pill Period Exercise "Huangzhu Heshen Method" itself is neither good nor evil, and it does not have the breath of Xuanmen, so it will not cause any misunderstanding.

Avoiding those demonic path scattered cultivators who rushed to the southwest all the way, he finally came to the southeast of Dayan, that is, the 'Land of Yanyun' in the northeast of the Great Song Dynasty.

At this time, it was found that the buffer zone where the two countries were originally bordered had all been returned to the north.

I don't know when the Great Song Dynasty has already lost the 'Yanyun Sixteen Prefectures'!

Among the monks who can be seen, most of them are demonic monks, and there are basically no traces of the righteous path.

And the northernmost 'Yichuan' public square market in the Great Song Dynasty has also been completely included in the territory of the Demon Dao.

Yi Chuan.

As Lin Shan's first place to settle down in the cultivation realm.

There are many unforgettable memories and memories here, and there are some impressive people who are vividly flashing in their minds, as if they happened yesterday.

He revisited the old place with mixed feelings, wanting to see what had changed in the past fifty years.

"More than fifty years..."

I didn't see it in a blink of an eye, I had been away for so long, I was wandering outside, I didn't know how many miles, and finally came back again.

It's just that this time there is no longer Huang Xianshi, Yan Protector, and Luan Chun, but he rushed back from Lu Country alone.

The white mist in front of him shrouded the market in a fog.

He walked with his feet up, and after a hundred steps he entered it.

What catches your eye is still the same as it was at the beginning.

The green hills are heavy, the streams are murmuring, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant everywhere, and the terraced fields are scattered and scattered, like a paradise.

Up and down the narrow mountain road, the blue sky and white clouds, the green trees, the air is filled with fresh coolness.

Climb high and look into the distance, the two sides of the mountain are clear and clear pieces of yellow and clear Lingdao Linggu Weijing distinct, a canal water meanders from a distance, and it is dense like a net in the ridges of the fields.

The strong wind blows, the rich aroma of rice and wheat, caressing the taste buds, the long-lost tranquility and peace.

"Yi Chuan..."

Lin Shan stands quietly on the top of the mountain, enjoying a rare relaxing time.

This small place of cultivation was the first time in his life that he satisfied his fantasy of cultivating immortals, his desire for immortality, and his mentality of gradually adapting to it.

I still remember that on the way from Bianliang to here, when I was chased and killed, I came in and felt the beautiful scenery without fighting with the world, the excitement and longing.

Although I am still a teenager, the feeling of being a teenager is completely different from the feeling of being a 70-year-old!

The experience of life, the scenery of one station and one stop, the perception of every moment is worth recalling, and the feeling of rustling memories will make people can't help but indulge in it and forget themselves.

It was also secluded enough that no one bothered him, and he waited until sunset.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the mountain, and his gaze refocused.

Put away the boundless melancholy, turned around and walked down the mountain.

Walking slowly along the field path, the yellow waves on both sides are swaying, layered, with the rhythm of the ebb and flow of the tide.

With his current eyesight, he could see that there were immortal cultivators casting spells in the distance, harvesting spiritual food in different areas.

For no reason, he remembered the 'Quang Nam Sanren'.

Once in the Qi training period, in the first storage bag of his life obtained in Dongting Lake, the old man who left the jade slip more than 300 years ago wrote what he saw and heard in 'Yinchuan Fang City', opening a new door for him who was ignorant at that time.

And the occupation of Guangnan Sanren happens to be Lingnong.

"Alas, if Guangnan Sanren's "Lingtian Lingzhi Cultivation Encyclopedia" was still there, and it hadn't been Huo Huo by the prodigal son of Nanxian Master, maybe I would have embarked on this path later..."

Before becoming an appraiser, he also mixed up for a while, if he cultivated a deputy of Lingnong at that time, he could strengthen the ability with his golden finger.

What seeds can't be upgraded?

When the time comes, playing farming will not be a way out.

It's just that life is unpredictable, and there is no chance to start over, and no one knows which path to choose is the most time-saving and labor-saving.

At least now, he has been crawling all the way, even if he wanders around, he has become a golden pill.

Unconsciously, you will cross this field, and several high mountains are in sight in front of you.

The mountain is full of flowers, the spring orchid and autumn chrysanthemum gather together, several pavilions stand in the mountains, this is the place where the sons and ladies of the family gather and go on a small trip, and the water flows.

Lin Shan saw Gongsun Yu in a trance, the white-clothed son of the Xiuzhen family, with a graceful demeanor and hospitality, chanting wine and poetry among a group of young people, free and uninhibited.

When Lin Shan, who was poor and scattered, first arrived in Yichuan, he met a group of young and handsome men here, and Dazong was a dignitary. Knowing that his cultivation is low and short-sighted, he has an inferiority complex, and he doesn't even dare to get closer, but just silently squats on the back of the pavilion under the steps to listen.

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But he was directly invited by Gongsun Yu to go to the pavilion, sit at the same table, accompany each other with fine wine and wine, talk about interesting things about his travels, and what he saw and heard made him flattered and embarrassed.

Until now, he still remembers how high-spirited and profligate everyone was that night when they played swords and danced and got drunk!

It's just that after all, the meeting of Pingshui can only be regarded as a wonderful fate, a journey of mountains and rivers, people like a tide, and forget each other in the rivers and lakes.

Later, in the Gongsun family in Shangdang County, the identity was changed, and the world was impermanent.

He turned into a demon sect envoy, and Gongsun Yu traveled extensively when he was young, and he had long forgotten this poor little cultivator.

The fire burned the Gongsun family, and it is estimated that the two of them also have a feud and are strangers, and all kinds of past events are like smoke and fog.

I could only hear that reality and memories were intertwined, and there was another hearty laugh from the top of the mountain.

"Hahaha..."

It seems that another group of talkative young people are gathering on it.

Step by step, he climbed the mountain.

Sure enough, three of the five pavilions in the four weeks were already occupied, both men and women, all of whom were young people.

Their faces were full of vigor, and they happily talked about their cultivation experiences, and from time to time they toasted each other, just as they had been decades ago.

Lin Shan stood quietly in the distance and watched all this, and did not go over to bother.

This should be another group of young ladies from the Xiuzhen family, enjoying the cultivation mileage of 'reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles' that belongs to this age group.

If it is a casual practice, there is absolutely no leisure and leisure in groups of three or five, and you must still be busy with life, how can you have time to get together in the wind and snow.

At this time, it is getting late, and the full moon is hanging high.

Boundless silver light fell, casting a veil over the dark and hazy mountains.

The young people in the pavilion are still expressing their ambitions, singing about wine, inviting the moon to drink together, and drumming and blowing sheng.

The place is still the same place, but the people are no longer the same people as they used to be.

'The present man does not see the ancient times and the moon, but this month once looked like the ancients'.

Quietly, Lin Shan's figure disappeared into the vast night.

I don't know how many people will have a good memory of this place in the future.

......

In front of an old town, a large stone stands on the side of the road.

The seal is engraved with the word "Yichuan".

Outside the town, there are monks guarding the gates, and they sit alone in the dark with lamps in their hands.

When he saw someone coming, he just spoke lightly.

"Tokens."

An object was thrown into his arms, and he was stunned for a moment, then picked it up and looked at it.

The token is as new as new, but it was made 50 years ago.

This person paused slightly, looked at the young man walking in front of him, with puzzlement in his eyes, fifty years have passed, or is he a teenager?

Could it be that a certain junior inherited the Yichuan token of the elder?

"Southern Xinjiang of the Great Song Dynasty, scattered cultivation of forest mountains?"

The token had a simple identity message on it, and he asked a question.

The young man in front of him nodded gently, his expression was calm, and he just replied simply.

"It's the elders of the clan."

Now that Yichuanfang City has been returned to Dayan, Dayan is a demonic country, he has no enemies, so he naturally has no fear.

There's no need to hide your head and tail, just do whatever you want.

However, if he admits it, he may be surprised, so he simply shirks it directly, so as not to shock the world.

The doorkeeper nodded, expecting that the descendants had inherited the token of their ancestors, otherwise how could they still be a teenager after more than fifty years?

Instead of recycling or recasting, the person simply threw the token back.

"You can inherit this token and use it, there is no need to make a new one. Now that Yi Chuan has returned to the Demon Dao camp, all the previous rules and regulations have been abolished, and everything is simple..."

I read the new rules of the Demon Dao again.

It is nothing more than a decrease in control efforts, a simplification of free trade, and a wartime front, so there are no checkpoints, and you are welcome to go to the sixteen states of Yanyun to confront the front line of the Great Song Dynasty.

And from here, I also learned that not only the southwest side is fighting, but also the southeast side is also fighting.

It's just that this side has fallen into a stalemate, and there is not too much fighting.

Now that Yi Chuan has been taken over by the Demon Dao, he also knows that the origin of many loose cultivators is not visible, so he deliberately relaxed the requirements for entering the city, and at most went through a process without asking for the bottom of the matter.

Lin Shan put away the token and said that he knew.

The doorkeeper didn't embarrass him, and simply let him in.

After entering the Fang City.

Yi Chuan is still the same, not the same at all.

The south of the city is the stall area, the north of the city is the shop area, the east of the city is the residential area, and the west of the city is the entertainment area.

Because it is nighttime, the stall area in the south of the city and the residential area in the east of the city are basically dark, and the streets are empty and deserted.

In the shop area in the north of the city, most of the shops are closed, and only occasionally some large shops will continue to open at night.

The entertainment area in the west of the city happened to be booming.

Brightly lit and resplendent.

Several streets are bustling with people.

Able to hear a steady stream of calls and pulls, the Demon Dao Monk prefers to go in and out of the Fengyue place to release his nature.

"Oh, Qi Daoyou, you can count it, the girls want to kill you!"

"Ma Gongzi, do you still like the dancing girl I arranged for you last time?"

"Zhao Daoyou, there is another newcomer in our building recently, do you want to participate in the competition? Maybe tonight and its overnight stay, the person who tastes the first red is you! ”

......

"This... Well... What a handsome boy! Why don't you come to our Yanchun Tower to experience it and try the wonderful taste of double cultivation? ”

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The old bustard kept smiling at the gate, pulling one regular customer after another, and there were few people in Yichuan who she didn't know.

However, when he saw a young man in white walking by, he stopped and stared at the signboard behind him, the brightly lit wooden green building, and his eyes seemed to be a little confused.

There is a drama in my heart, and it seems that there is a new person coming!

Looking at this dress and temperament, it may be the son of a great family who traveled here.

Don't you have to take advantage of this?

This kind of young man who has just entered the WTO and has little experience is a fat sheep that is easy to slaughter.

Pick an experienced mature royal sister in the building who picks up countless customers, which will definitely make her sink into the gentle township and can't extricate herself, and she can't find the north all day long.

The old bustard has countless people, and he knows that in the Xiuzhen family, he will basically keep them from touching women in order to protect the younger generation of Yuanyang.

Breaking the body has a great impact on the completion of the foundation and the impact on the Jindan period, and the cultivation of the body without leakage is a great influence, and many far-sighted sect families will pay attention to control.

However, if you are traveling and you can't resist the temptation and control your lower body, then it's no wonder that others.

"Little brother, our Yanchun Building is the largest green building in Yichuan! Our first brand is also the first brand of the famous land of Yanyun! Come in and take a look! ”

"Yanchun Tower..."

The young man in white muttered in a low voice, was pulled by the old bustard, and was brought into the Qinglou without resistance.

There are singing and dancing in it, the atmosphere is noisy, and there are people from all three religions and nine streams, sitting at the table one by one and drinking heartily, laughing endlessly.

Some of the girls at the table were in a circle, hugging each other and being frequently persuaded to drink, and their hands were still touching each other, and the girls were laughing and trembling.

The eight dancers in the stands twisted their snake waists, stretched out their lotus arms, and shook their fans around, their bodies light and hazy with transparency, and many of the features inside seemed to be clearly visible if you looked closely.

There is a woman in a blue dress in the middle, with a slender figure, jade-like legs exposed, and her eyebrows are curved with the temperament of an empty valley orchid, and the most important thing is that kind of cold feeling, giving people a desire to conquer.

A bamboo flute is held horizontally, and the delicate red lips like blood are lightly opened, blowing out the melodious meaning of the snow lotus of the Tianshan Mountains.

A song of liver and intestines is broken, where to find a bosom friend at the end of the world.

There seems to be an unknown secret in her music, which stimulates the desire of everyone present to explore, and unconsciously, there are blurry phantom sounds overlapping, as if building a dream Elysium.

was still immersed in Lin Shan, who ran errands for Huang Xianshi and came to Yanchun Tower to encounter Yan Protector's past, and finally recovered from his embarrassment.

Suddenly, I felt that the woman on the stage looked unprovoked and familiar!

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