|151Kanshu.com text|.| Many people in Cangzhuang have never seen what the man looks like, but even if they see it at this time, they are covered by coarse cloth, which arouses the curiosity of the villagers.

Wang Yuan only had two plain eyes exposed, but after these two eyes glanced around the people of Cangzhuang, their hearts rose at the same time, and a feeling of inferiority rose in their hearts, as if the person in front of them did not belong here.

Wang Yuan was originally angry, had been enduring for a year, wanted to heal his injuries, came out to ask, asked where this was, and then the demon clone immediately rushed over to save the deity and the demon clone, and then he recuperated day and night with peace of mind.

But the good atmosphere was broken like this, maybe the sunlight had been gone for a while, he looked at the sky with great disgust, and naturally revealed the aura contained in the cultivator himself.

Cultivation was dispersed by Xuan Yantian with "decoction", but as Wang Yuan, who had been cultivating for nearly four hundred years, those eyes that had gone through thousands of dangers were not something that this group of Zhuang people could look at.

But mortals are mortals after all, after some excitement in their hearts, they thought that this was a trance caused by hard work day and night, and they all looked at Wang Yuan with sympathetic eyes.

"Let's go." Xuan Yantian smiled softly at Wang Yuan, and then did not stop for a moment, passed through Zhuang Min's gaze, and left Cangzhuang.

Cang Weichen stroked his beard, staring thoughtfully at the two who had disappeared from his eyes, but shook his head, muttering a few words to himself.

A year of calm and tranquility since Wang Yuan stepped into the path of cultivation, where the word tranquility came from, is moving forward in the path of pursuing his own path, and this year has also become a beautiful wave in his memory.

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For several days, Xuan Yantian did not urge any cultivation, and it was like this with Wang Yuan on his back, and finally found a place that looked relatively quiet.

This is the upper reaches of the river in Cangzhuang, the terrain is precipitous, the strange peaks and strange rocks, and there are evergreen cypresses intertwined, and the sound of flowing water moisturizing things is in the ears.

Xuan Yantian untied the thick rope tied around his waist, slowly put Wang Yuan on the smooth gravel, and then lifted the coarse cloth that covered his face.

"We're so miserable. we've been expelled. Xuan Yantian waved her pink fist and gestured towards Wang Yuan, as if she was coquettish to Wang Yuan.

"The owner is not an ordinary person." Wang Yuan looked at the blue sky alone and said.

Xuan Yantian's beautiful eyes were stunned, and she asked, "Your cultivation has been imprisoned by me, how can you still see the extraordinaryness of the owner."

If Wang Yuan had the corners of his mouth now, he would definitely be aroused.Xuan Yantian finally told the truth.Wang Yuan smiled hoarsely: "Your mind is too simple.Not all people who look extraordinary are reclusive cultivators.There may also be martial arts masters among mortals."

Xuan Yan Tianqiong's nose wrinkled, knowing that he had been hit by Wang Yuan's plan, the powder fist hit his chest, but Wang Yuan coughed and gasped in pain, and his chest seemed to be smashed by a giant hammer.

"Ahh Xuan Yantian exclaimed.Hurriedly rubbed the position where she had hit.,Said with some pity: "You have to get better quickly.Otherwise, you won't be bullied by me every day."

Saying that, Xuan Yantian leaned on Wang Yuan's chest, her hair spread out mischievously, and a pungent fragrance came.

"Yours here, is there a woman named Xu Xiaoxuan? Xuan Yantian said quietly.

However, Wang Yuan was silent, if his hands could move, he would have thrown his hand and pushed this woman away.

"Ugh." Xuan Yantian sighed softly, raised his head, pulled his hair behind his ears, and said with a somewhat gloomy face: "Actually, your place doesn't belong to you anymore."

Xuan Yantian pointed at Wang Yuan's heart, and the jade finger was so straight and white.

"What do you mean by that?" Wang Yuan suddenly asked, Xuan Yantian had something to say, and he also noticed a hint of strangeness.

But Xuan Yantian turned around gorgeously.Three thousand green silk flew.She stood up.Ying Ying walked to the river.With her cultivation, how could she be blocked by this strange peak and strange stone

Untie the coarse linen clothes, the sun flickered, a fair skin was exposed in the air, the fragrant shoulders were weak, like a touching trace of a scene cut into a scene.

Half of my shoulders have this urge to dry up, what would it be like if the whole body was lifted.

Wang Yuan had already tilted his head and closed his eyes to recuperate, but the sound of his clothes rustling sounded in his ears, as if he was whispering, and he couldn't force himself into the seat.

Half an hour." Poof, there was only a coarse linen coat and a few pieces of extremely light clothing left on the shore, but Xuan Yantian appeared in the depths of the river.

Two white arms stretched out.Happy splashing.Long hair naturally spreads.There are thousands of styles.Heaven and earth are overshadowed.Red lips are also full of water droplets.Cute and smart.

Under the peerless face, the long swan-like neck, the perfect proportions, the more than one point, will not produce this thrilling length, under the neck, is a touch of white skin, the skin is crimson, against the river, the morning glow reflects the snow, the flowers and the moon.

Wang Yuan was "devastated" by this voice for a long time.Simply he began to recite spells in his heart.One by one, he recited all the spells and mystical spells.After one time, Xuan Yantian hadn't played enough.So he recited it again.

After four times in a row, there was the sound of footsteps in his ears, and Wang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity, and then turned his head over.

The purpose is the ruddy small and delicate toes, and the coarse linen trouser legs at the ankles can't hide this jealous temperament.

Wang Yuan didn't continue to look up, turned his head again, and said indifferently: "Aren't you afraid that someone is peeking?"

"Gluck, you're talking about who's you." Xuan Yantian walked around Wang Yuan's body, a pair of beautiful eyes exuding charm, looking at him with interest.

Xuan Yantian, who has just finished bathing, is even more perfect, and the hibiscus out of the water is less than one in 10,000.

It is said that demon women are naturally good at charming, but at this moment, Wang Yuan feels that this woman's charm is not as good as Ye Lan, a disciple of the Demon Dao Red Pink Palace.

"How about we build a wooden house here." looked at Wang Yuan, who didn't speak, and Xuan Yantian changed the topic.

But Wang Yuan was still silent, not wanting to waste his tongue.

"If you don't say it, I'll be considered to agree." Xuan Yantian was like a child excited, smiling, and I don't know why she was laughing.

And just like that, a wooden house was built and time went by.

Wang Yuan consciously leaned against the corner.Slowly conditioning his body.In the middle of the year.At the beginning.His eyes couldn't be opened.It seemed to be scorched and glued together.Now.Wang Yuan could feel that his body was slowly recovering.Maybe Xuan Yantian forcibly gave him a bitter medicine to drink every day.Part of it had the effect of recuperating the body.Of course, the greatest effect was to disperse Wang Yuan's cultivation.

When night falls, this place is extremely empty, the sky is full of stars, the huge and extremely round moon is close at hand, and it seems that you can pick it up at the touch of your hand.

In the wooden house, in a dark corner, Wang Yuan was trying to move his feet, but he was sweating profusely, and he couldn't move for half a minute.

Wang Yuan, who was excited that day, couldn't wait to appear in the Immortal Worship Sect immediately, and finally because of a mistake, he was hurt.

In the darkness, Wang Yuan's eyes flashed and finally became cold." Uncle Zhou...... You didn't want to continue to have anything to do with the Immortal Dao.You could have entered reincarnation peacefully in your lifetime.You have not grown old for hundreds of years, but you were captured.That can only mean that the Immortal Worship Sect has greatly increased your life expectancy in a vicious way.In the end, you died at the hands of others.In this life, I don't share the Heaven with the Immortal Worship Sect.I will not forget your hatred.When my injuries heal.The Immortal Worship Sect will be wiped out."

Wang Yuan's thoughts drifted to a long time ago, in the inner courtyard of "Youyouju", a mulberry tree, a catalpa tree, the story of Mulberry Zi was learned from Zhou Dalai, and Wang Yuan also felt at home.

Bit by bit, it finally converged into **.Wang Yuan's eyes became more and more cold.His chest rose and fell.Then he tried to move his feet again.Regardless of the pain in his heart.But he had a reason and an oath that he couldn't fail.

Suddenly, a "buzz" sound sounded, Wang Yuan frowned, stopped moving, his ears squirmed, and he tried his best to listen to the source of the sound.

Under the night, on the strange rocks, on a flat bluestone, a slender figure, behind it was a round and big moon, hazy, and it was impossible to see who the figure was.

On the bluestone, the sound of the piano suddenly floated down, so melodious and clear, like the mountain spring frolicking among the green luan, so clear and unrestrained, like the breeze floating by the willow tops, so soft and gorgeous, like the colorful butterflies fluttering in the flowers, such cold and noble, like the little red plum in the snow dance.

Wang Yuan's tired body seemed to be washed by the sound of the piano, and he slowly stood up.

Guided by the sound of the piano, Wang Yuan walked to the wooden door step by step, gently pushed open the wooden door, and a ray of moonlight floated down.

Noisy cut wrong bullets, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate...... Don't have gloom and hatred, at this time silence is better than sound.

Sometimes the sound of the piano is towering into the clouds and low like a whisper, sometimes the sound of the piano is ethereal like silk in the wind, and sometimes the sound of the piano is steady like a pine cliff.

The beautiful woman reflects the moon, the slender figure writhes slightly, and the sound of the ball is sprinkled.

Wang Yuan walked out of the sound of the qin, his hatred could not be let go, his thoughts could not be abandoned, he gave up the sound of the qin, and walked back to the wooden house.

On the melodious mountain, the pretty figure trembled slightly, and then the sound of the piano disappeared, but only for a moment, the sound of the piano was sprinkled again, but this time the sound of the piano was a little tactful and a little sad.

In the night wind, a low groan sounded: "Reflecting the moon sorrow, reflecting the moon sorrow, unintentional and always intentional, a few memories in my heart."

Liang Jiu, Yinzhi, the beautiful woman rose, the jade hand against the chest, gently rubbed, and murmured, "Your place does not belong to you anymore."

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