Early in the morning, Ling Jiang pushed open the door of the grass hut and watched the sun rise in the direction of the sea, and the blue sky was like a wash.

"The tidal vision, gone. Ling Jiang stared at the seaside sky, and could no longer find a trace of rainbow light. In fact, by the time of yesterday evening, the rainbow light was already so faint that it would be almost impossible to spot unless you looked closely.

Sure enough, it had only been one night, and the rainbow light had completely dissipated.

"I don't know if Miss Xi Yao has found her own opportunity. Ling Jiang recalled what Xi Yao had said, and couldn't help but feel a burst of curiosity in his heart, "Miss Xi Yao once said that some people can find opportunities with their eyes closed, and some people are destined not to find them, this is the rule, and the rules are set by people." But Miss Xi Yao's background and background don't seem to be bad, why do you always feel that she doesn't feel like one of those people who belong to the rules?"

Ling Jiang stood on the threshold and smiled bitterly, "What's the use of thinking about this now?"

He began to walk towards the stove, washing the pot and washing the rice, and making a fire to make porridge.

Then, facing the purple qi from the east, he was alone in front of the grass hut, and practiced the set of Naling paths that Xi Yao taught him over and over again.

Ling Jiang finished a set of punches, took a deep breath, and really felt that this breath was very unique, cool and gentle, and as soon as this breath entered his body, it dissipated in an instant, as if he had been completely swallowed by himself.

"Is this what is called Naling?" Ling Jiang couldn't help but smack his lips.

"If Miss Xi Yao knew that it only took me three times to find the Heaven and Earth Vitality, how surprised would she be?" Ling Jiang secretly rejoiced in his heart, looking at the sky, he always felt that the clouds floating in the sky were very similar to a person.

But soon Ling Jiang found that Naling was a very boring thing.

Now he walks only three points at most, and the breath he inhales in his body is pitiful. And he needs to keep repeating this simple set of paths, day after day, year after year, and he doesn't know when it will be the end.

"No wonder Miss Xi Yao would say that it is more difficult to cultivate all the way than to ascend to the sky......" Every time Ling Jiang finished walking, he would stop to breathe, quietly absorb the breath in his body, and then continue to accept the spirit.

That morning, he practiced dozens of times, until the pot of porridge on the stove gave off the fragrance of rice, and then he stopped and stepped forward to extinguish the fire.

Ya'er had just gotten up, and she should have been boiling porridge this morning, but the blisters on both hands made her unable to work. For some reason, she actually enjoyed this kind of day a little, and it seemed that it was a good thing to have someone to take care of herself.

The two drank porridge, and Ling Jiang went out with some loose money. Looking at the blisters on Ya'er's hands, he was a little distressed, and wanted to go to the town to buy two plasters for Ya'er.

But before he had gone half a mile, a girl who came in a hurry stopped him, and she coiled up her long hair, which was refreshing, but just looking at the look on her face, it was not quite right.

"Are you, Chen Baohan?" Ling Jiang looked at her and asked, this girl was the girl who took care of him at Dabai's house that day, and after some inquiry, she learned that she was the daughter of Chen Yuanwai's family in the town.

"It's me. She nodded, her expression was a little hurried and flustered, and she hesitated for a while, before she said in a hoarse voice, "Brother Bai, he's dying......

"What are you talking about?" Ling Jiang was stunned, he was fine two days ago, why couldn't he be cold?

"Go and see, he has something to say to you. Chen Baohan said excitedly.

"Okay, I'll go over now. After Ling Jiang finished speaking, he didn't care about waiting for Chen Baohan, who was slow-paced, and went straight towards the courtyard of the ninth uncle. He found that his leg strength had become much faster since he had been in the morning for nearly half an hour.

But at this time, he didn't have the heart to care about this, he came to Dabai's house with some gasp, and hurriedly pushed the door in.

"Da Bai ......" Da Bai at this moment, it is not too much to say that he is a thin old man.

He had suffered a lot in the past two days, his face was black, he was lying on the bed like an oil lamp had run out, and his hair was much whiter. Ling Jiang couldn't imagine that it had only been two days, how could it be like this.

"You're here......" Dabai said with difficulty.

"Did you hide it from me except for the fork in the yin that day?" Ling Jiang asked violently, he always felt that Da Bai was hiding a lot of things from him, but he never expected that Da Bai would dare to hide even his life and death.

"Life and death are fate, why should you be persistent. Dabai said.

"What is persistence!" Ling Jiang was furious, he couldn't wait to rush up and beat Da Bai, "In order to keep me alive, is it worth it to catch yours?"

There is no time to be quiet, but someone has blocked the endless darkness for himself.

Ling Jiang thought that he had been reborn, but now he realized that where is this rebirth?

It's just a life for a life.

"Listen to me......" Da Bai shook his head and said, "Pinghai Town, you can't stay any longer, you have to leave immediately, Uncle Nine should have told you something, if you don't leave, it will be too late......"

"Why?" Ling Jiang asked, "Isn't the black mark on my palm gone, why do you want to leave?"

"Today, it's Lao Guo's first seven ......," Da Bai said solemnly, but his tone was still so weak.

"First seven ......" Ling Jiang thought of something, and couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Yes, Lao Guo escaped from the mourning hall that day, and there was no news again. Ling Jiang thought that this matter had passed, so why did he forget about this stubble? For the first seven soul nights, Lao Guo would definitely come back tonight.

"Is there no other way?" Ling Jiang asked.

"If I had, I wouldn't be like this. Da Bai shook his head and smiled bitterly, "If you can, you can take Baohan with you, this girl follows me every day, I'm worried that Lao Guo will also find her...... Take her out to avoid the limelight, and when it's over, come back. But don't come back......"

Ling Jiang felt an inexplicable fear, not because of Lao Guo's matter, but because of what Uncle Nine said that day.

When the time is ripe, go to Chang'an.

What is the right time?

Maybe now is the so-called opportunity for Uncle Jiu, if he leaves, Lao Guo won't want to catch up with him, but if he stays, there is only a dead end.

"Do I really want to leave like this?" Ling Jiang looked at Da Bai lying on the bed, and his heart was very entangled.

He was afraid of death, but now that Lord Yama is destined to die, what can he do if he is afraid?

Xu Zhen ...... That Dao Master!" Ling Jiang suddenly realized and subconsciously shouted.

"What Dao chief?" Da Bai asked, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

"Dabai, don't worry, I will definitely save you. Ling Jiang said, turned around and left Uncle Jiu's house quickly, and met Chen Baohan walking back on the way, Ling Jiang didn't have the heart to talk to her, and walked towards the town.

"Now that the tidal vision is gone, I hope Xu Zhendao has not left yet......"