The clouds are light and the wind is light and the autumn is refreshing, it is a good season for the young people in the rivers and lakes to roar on the prancing horse, and these rangers do not have the boring feelings of sadness and sadness in the hearts of literati and rioters, but more for the unknown world, the yearning for the rumored rivers and lakes. Whether in the city or in the wilderness, it is common to see more or less, groups of teenagers who come to the rivers and lakes together, they roar and sing away, sprinkling a lot of years in exchange for today's wanton carnival. When Shaohua grows old, some people may be called the big man on the Weizhen side, or some people may still be wearing rags and a long sword for many years, wandering alone.

This is the rivers and lakes, there are countless fresh blood to join every day, and there are countless people every day to wash their hands and retreat to the rivers and lakes of the mountains and forests, among which there are countless deceits, and countless bloody pride, no matter how they interpret their roles, these rivers and lakes have remained unchanged for thousands of years.

"Alas!" The middle-aged man in green clothes on the Wangjiang Tower looked at the few young heroes singing happily below, and let out a sigh. The teenagers below had obviously drunk a lot of wine, otherwise they wouldn't have ridden their horses in the middle of the city, causing a commotion. Young and frivolous, I have been at such an age, and I have done things that are even more absurd than this. It's a pity that all this has become a memory, leaving only a faint wisp of affection lingering in my heart.

Just as he was sighing, the middle-aged man couldn't help but see a white figure walking on the long street in the distance, and a flame kept beating on his shoulder. The middle-aged man hurriedly looked intently, but it turned out to be a small palm-sized monkey bouncing on the young man's shoulder, and the fiery red fur was really like a flame against the background of the moon-white robe.

When the man approached, the middle-aged man couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration in his heart, what a handsome and beautiful boy. The young man looked like he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a moon-white robe, the whole person was as warm as jade, and an elegant aura came to his face, and a palm-wide belt around his waist bound the narrow waist, which made it even more obvious that the young man had a bee waist on his back, revealing a heroic aura in his elegance. Looking at his face, this young man's face was like a crown of jade, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his eyebrows were straight into his temples, and a warm and flawless jade ring on his head tied his hair up high, making his already extremely tall figure even more upright.

What is even more surprising is that the long street has just been galloped by those drunken rangers, and the ground is already dirty and messy. The young man's slow pace was undisturbed by the dirt on the ground, and there was no trace of the dirt on the thin soles. is a handsome young man who seems to be a guest from the sky, and when he swings his dusty posture, a group of people who pretend to be sons on the rivers and lakes are simply as unbearable as the local chickens standing next to the cranes.

"Dad, what are you looking at?" a crisp and pleasant girl's voice sounded, as beautiful as a yellow warbler. A young girl in a bright yellow dress walked up to the middle-aged man, poked out her little head curiously, and followed her father's gaze. The girl was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and her big eyes narrowed slightly in the sunlight outside the window, as beautiful as two crescents.

Naturally, it was Gan Ping who came from below, after refining his soul with the true fire that day, he refined the remnants of the Yuan Shen fragment in the soul with the help of the blazing true fire, and the memory that had been sealed for a long time finally returned to his mind. "The plains are yellow, the red streams are barren, and half of the mountain tigers eat roe deer. "There are nursery rhymes from childhood, childhood memories, a broken enlightenment book, and the demon tiger, the sinister Xuan Mingzi. Oh, the most important thing is his father Gan Ningcheng, all of which was remembered by Gan Ping and resurfaced in front of him.

At that moment, Gan Ping made a decision, go down the mountain, and find his father! This is the ardent expectation from the flesh and bones, and the urgent desire from the heart of father and son. He has been away from home for many years, presumably his father Gan Ningcheng has been waiting anxiously, right? Fortunately, Gan Ping thought that he was taken away by Xuan Mingzi in the name of cultivating immortals, presumably his father was not too anxious, so he settled down a little.

After the battle with Wan Fang, coupled with the fact that the True Fire Soul Refining has completely refined Gan Ping's body and mind, the many spiritual objects accumulated in his body have already taken effect. That wood spirit quenching body milk and true dragon essence blood are both things that can greatly enhance people's cultivation, and now that the effect has been stimulated, Gan Ping only feels that his cultivation is simply a thousand miles a day, and he has reached the peak realm of liquid in a short period of time, and he is only a layer away from the golden pill.

However, this layer of diaphragm is an insurmountable mountain, and I don't know how many people with extraordinary qualifications have been stumped from ancient times to the present. As soon as this golden pill was completed, he immediately jumped out of the rolling red dust, and the real person who pursued to achieve immortality was so easy to spend at will? Although the sect thought of Gan Ping's merits, the twelve Yuan Shen peak masters took action and performed this True Fire Soul Refining Technique, so that there was no trace of impurities in Gan Ping's divine soul. It can be said that it paved a smooth road to heaven for him, but when Gan Ping reached the Jindan realm, it lost its effect.

This divine soul is pure, and it has really crossed many levels, but it has also completely revealed the seven emotions and six desires in the hearts of cultivators, and now Gan Ping, who has regained his memory, already has a concern in his heart, and his father who is separated in a distant place is his concern. Therefore, this golden pill is difficult to form, and only by going to this heart knot can he pursue the immortal path without worry.

Along the way, Gan Ping did not drive the sword light straight to the Heavenly City that his father said, firstly, he did not know the way to the Heavenly City, and he must have been taken to Yulong Mountain by the sect when he was still very young. Second, he wants to walk around in the world, although the father-son family affection lingers in his heart, but for some reason Gan Ping has a slight sense of resistance to this feeling, after all, after so many years, coupled with the fragments of the Yuan Shen that are integrated into the two masters, the current Gan Ping is no longer half a child on the mountain who admired it back then.

Maybe it's because of something, although Gan Ping is like an arrow, he resists this feeling in his heart, so he also plans to walk in this red dust, temper his mood, and think about what kind of face and what capacity to meet his father. Therefore, Gan Ping and Huo'er traveled all the way, and did not use the magic weapon of the flying sword to hurry, but just relied on their two legs to measure thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

The scenery along the way made Gan Ping dizzy, and he finally understood the meaning of reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles in the books at Mr. Zhang's place back then. This sentimental landscape really has an extraordinary effect on the refining of the mind, and along the way, Gan Ping's originally restless heart has slowly calmed down. Recalling the poems and songs he had read, Gan Ping exuded an air of elegance from the inside out. If someone walks on the other side, they must think that this handsome young man is a young scholar who travels around.

The girl in yellow poked her head out curiously, and at a glance saw Gan Ping walking in the sun, the white clothes were flawless, the faint and warm light sprinkled on the top of Gan Ping's head, and the white skin was as crystal as jade, and above the two star eyes, the eyelashes flickered open and closed, which had a unique charm. This young man's calm posture, I don't know how many big girls and little daughters-in-law in the streets and alleys he loved, all of them secretly looked at this calm person with a calm expression from the corner of his eyes.

When the girl saw Gan Ping, her face couldn't help but be stunned, she never thought that there was a man who could be so good-looking, and she couldn't help but look straight at it. Seeing that the young man walked to the bottom of the Wangjiang Tower, he raised his chin as handsome as a knife, and looked at the plaque obliquely. The small and delicate monkey on his shoulder kept bouncing on his shoulder, so cute that his mouth kept chirping, as if urging his master to remind his master that it was time for lunch.

Looking at the cute appearance of the little monkey dancing and the helpless expression of the young man, the girl in yellow couldn't help but hook the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a pair of cute and beautiful dimples. The eyes narrowed even more as beautiful as a crescent moon, revealing a smart and cunning light inside, and a thoughtful expression.

Seeing that the young man walked into the door downstairs and disappeared from sight, the middle-aged man turned around and saw his stunned daughter, and couldn't help laughing: "What? ”

Seeing his daughter's thin face and hard mouth, panicked and running away like a frightened deer, the middle-aged man couldn't help but smile slightly, didn't make a sound, and followed his daughter back to the table.