"The plains are yellow, the red streams are barren, and half of the mountain tigers eat roe deer. It was another year of autumn wind, as if a doomed reincarnation, and Gan Ping once again stood in front of the wooden house on half of the mountain. Now he is far from the ignorant child he was back then, and he can only hand over his fate to the unknown, separated from his flesh and blood for many years, and sealed his memories for many years. The warm and solid wooden houses of the year are a little dilapidated, and the roof, which was originally flat, is uneven and creaks in the autumn wind.

Obviously, before his father Gan Ningcheng left, he didn't take too many things with him, and on this half of the mountain, except for the wandering foot merchants who would occasionally pass by, no one else would come. The door was opened with a creak, and the familiar furnishings in the room were as if they were yesterday, and even the scratches on the pillars at the foot of the wall were still clear. Gan Ping still remembers that whenever he grew taller, his father would use a knife to draw a line on this pillar according to his height, and after a few years, the bottom of the pillar was already densely covered with knife marks.

After silently stroking the knife mark for a long time, Gan Ping sighed slightly, got up and stood in front of the pillar, the edge of his palm was like a knife, and on this thick pillar, according to his height, he made a recut. Perhaps, this is also the last time I will come to this place full of childhood memories, and there is no future for me to turn around after this farewell.

Rising against the wind, Gan Ping slapped away a second-order demon beast that pounced on him viciously with one palm, after so many years, this half of the mountain has become a paradise for demon beasts, but it is a pity that Gan Ping is not a weak and immature boy back then. After passing by the place where Xuantian seized the spirit array, Gan Ping glanced at it slightly, then he no longer had nostalgia, and flew straight to the east, the original broken spiritual eye was already broken after being set up by Xuanmingzi to extract spiritual power, this is the beginning of Gan Ping's journey to the immortal, but why not the beginning of the separation of their father and son?

After staying in Majiaji for two days, Gan Ping embarked on the journey again, the first step was to come to this half of the mountain, looking at the wooden house where he originally lived was well furnished, obviously his father had left safely, as long as he went to the Gan family in Tiancheng, he could find him.

Although Gan Ping was kind, the village elders Ma Tou and Mr. Zhang did not want to go to the Zihua Immortal Mansion to settle down, but only hoped that in the future, they could select some children with good qualifications in Majiabao to cultivate immortals. Gan Ping had no choice, he really couldn't resist these two elders, so he had to give up. Before leaving, Gan Ping specially left a large amount of gold and silver, and strengthened the bodies of the closest people, so that the longevity of Mr. Zhang and others increased a lot.

Immediately, Gan Ping carved a spirit array outside Majiabao, and the eye of the spirit array, a piece of flawless jade, was hanging on Ma Zhang's neck. Gan Ping is not at ease with Xuanzheng's person, this array of eyes can't leave the formation, and Ma Zhang's family is not the old horse head and Mr. Zhang. As a woman, she is not an adult, so this spiritual object that controls the formation is the most appropriate thing to put on her.

After disposing of all the affairs, Gan Ping quietly left Ma Jiaji, that Xuanzheng has been deterred by himself, and he has taken his own benefits, if he is really the same as before, if he has a different mind, then he will not be able to bear it, even if he is a fellow brother, it is inevitable to punish him.

With the mood of suffering from gains and losses, Gan Ping slowly marched eastward, and in the past few days, the people of the Falling Moon Sect in the seven big cities in the north of Yanrong Country were killed by him one by one, which relieved a lot of pressure on Miao Chengzong in Yanrong Country. And that Gan Ping can only go so far, the head of the master is not angry, and he just lets himself help by the way, not let him perform the task, after all, he still has important things to do.

Only when the safety of his father is found out and his heart is exhausted, will Gan Ping's Dao heart be clear and clear, and the Jindan realm is just around the corner. Although in the eyes of others, Gan Ping is already a genius who can achieve such great achievements, but Gan Ping knows that he has been delayed for too long in this liquid realm. With the help of the true dragon essence blood and the wood spirit quenching body milk, he has refined the fragments of the Yuan Shen of the two masters, and has been trained by the elders in the sect to refine his heart for himself, and he has also practiced the Pure Yang Heart Sutra of the Kyushu Space.

What's more, Gan Ping was originally the Yang Spirit Body, the body of the Innate Fire Spirit? If there is turmoil today, the dark tide is surging, the signs of the demon calamity are obvious, and the era of chaos is coming, and Gan Ping has no time to waste anymore, only by forming a golden pill first, can he have the capital to confront the masters. And it won't take long for all the people in the immortal sect to gather in Yanrong country, what a prosperous era the treasure ship will begin, and at that time, the wind and clouds will gather, and there will be countless people who have cultivated to the highest level, if Gan Ping is only in the realm of liquid, then what is the same person to fight? This is also the reason why Gan Ping wants to find his father first, no matter what, first form a golden pill.

All the way the clouds are light and the wind is light, Gan Ping sits on the top of the head of the blue bamboo sky centipede, feels the heartiness of the autumn, travels quickly to the east, and gradually disappears...

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Mo Yeqing's throat made a muffled sound, and the heavy snort resounded throughout the cave, it was really amazing, the evil ghost in Mo Yeqing's color really got what he wanted today, and the strange suction power came continuously, making him flutter and want to die. A pair of big hands kept rubbing and kneading on the pink and white body, bringing up ambiguous red marks, but even if they disappeared, they were still so deceitful and covered with snow.

What a wonderful person, Mo Yeqing hissed and inhaled the cool air, looking at the beautiful face, a long black hair had been scattered because of the action just now, and fell on the white and smooth back, the bewitching curve kept twisting, bringing greater happiness to the man. The slender neck is tilted upward, a small cherry mouth is slightly opened, and the slender waist like a water snake keeps twisting and sliding, which is even more difficult to extricate itself.

At this moment, Mo Yeqing felt that he had not lived in vain in his life, the women he met before had become vulgar fans, such a woman, even those female cultivators in the Demon Sect who had practiced the evil magic exercises, were incomparable. With his eyes slightly closed, Mo Yeqing licked his lips, looking greedily at the pair of beating little mischievous, and reached out to grab it with a strange smile.

And the barbarian girl who was sitting on him kept shaking, but she smiled and stretched out a pair of jade hands, and Mo Yeqing's big hands, the ten fingers were tightly interlocked, and the palms were against each other, and with this support, they shook even more wantonly.

The essence light that was originally slightly scattered in Mo Yeqing's eyes immediately dispersed more quickly, which was a sign that the divine soul had begun to become intoxicated, this kind of evil cultivation, not resting on the Dao heart, only relying on his own likes and dislikes, Zhiwei sought greater power, so although the cultivation was strong, but for resisting the demons, even the little disciples of the Zihua Immortal Mansion were inferior.

Obviously, this Mo Yeqing's spirit has begun to lose, but he doesn't know it, he still greedily scans up and down on this beautiful body, and moves his waist from time to time, and the monkey's anxious appearance makes the stunning beauty on his body eat and laugh. The laughter was so devastating that it drifted through the cave like the sound of ecstasy, and the two birds that flew through the air heard the laughter, and plunged down from the sky, as if drunk, fluttering their wings, and unable to get up.

And Mo Yeqing, who heard this voice, was even more confused in his eyes, and a little saliva was already flowing out of the corners of his mouth, and he looked at the beauty on his body with a smirk. Nan Nan's eyes are like silk, her cheeks are like peach blossoms, and her moving beauty makes Mo Yeqing's heart flutter, and her waist is numb when she lands, and she roars in her throat, and she erupts when she lands.

And the beautiful and boundless beauty on his body raised his beautiful neck, his black hair was windless, and he made a crying voice, which was extremely ecstatic. Mo Yeqing, who was dying as if he had ascended to the immortal realm, was horrified to find that his desire was unstoppable, and he did not stop at all, which made him frightened, and there was a look of fear in his eyes.

The mellow essence blood and true yuan mana of the body poured out of the body endlessly, and was absorbed by the flawless female body. And the beautiful jade hand was clasping Mo Yeqing's hands, making it difficult for him to move. The originally ambiguous and lingering posture turned out to be a life-urging talisman, and Mo Yeqing only felt that in a few breaths, most of his essence blood true yuan had been absorbed, and he struggled desperately at the moment.

A creaking sound sounded, and Mo Yeqing's thick hands were slowly deformed under the tight clasp of Nan Nan's slender jade hands, and they were weirdly bent into an angle, which was difficult to lift. And the two white and slender legs were even more powerful, which made Mo Yeqing's waist rattle. The eyes of the barbarian girl Nan Nan no longer knew when they were as dark as ink, and she looked at Mo Yeqing coldly.

The bodies of the two were not separated, but Mo Yeqing's strong body dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he couldn't speak. Eating and laughing, Nan Nan let go of Mo Yeqing's deformed arms, and her soft little hands gently stroked his chest, her tone was as gentle and charming as ever, "Lord Mo Ye, are you comfortable?"