There is no question to ask, and there is no answer to ask.

These words floated back and forth in my mind, lingering, sighing to myself, shaking my head and smiling bitterly.

Looking at the familiar furnishings in the sword house, he unconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed the void.

I lowered my head and slowly spread my palm, and found that there was nothing.

"Ask, how difficult is it to preach! Even if you follow the existing way of heaven, it is also bumpy step by step. ”

But then.

"Huh!"

In the end, he snorted lightly, and he laughed at himself, before he built a foundation, he thought about things that were extremely far away from him, and he could come up with a reason to see what the hell.

After today's Dan meeting, Master Su agreed to refine a Xuanqi Dan for Wan Tong at his request, which was a knot in Fang Mu's heart.

However, when he knew that he was a disciple of Fuluan, there was a complex color in his eyes, as if he had a deep meaning.

At the time of parting, the eyes that looked at himself were imprinted in his mind after a long time, and they lingered.

By forcibly discarding these distractions, the mind is calmed and meditation is settled.

Before you know it, it's already morning.

The dew dampled the window paper.

These days, in fact, there is one thing in my heart, like a fish thorn, which has been stuck in my throat.

The previous cultivation was insufficient, and there was no time to take care of it.

Now that I have achieved a small success in my cultivation, when the time is ripe, I don't want to delay any longer.

Ghost Qi is still attached to his left wrist and quietly cultivated, yesterday's wave of forcible awakening, saving the pot in the upside down, at this time more and more weak, even Qin Chuan touched with his mind, and he didn't respond for a long time.

The poison pills that were devoured the day before yesterday were improving, but I didn't expect that in just one day, they would return the principal with interest.

The right hand touched the wrist of the left hand, and the ribbon that fit like a tattoo was apologetic.

Summoning things, he routinely scraped off the creamy plaster on his body and carefully stored it in a jade bowl.

Push open the door and head southeast.

There were not many pedestrians on the road, none of them knew each other, and most of them were unfamiliar Qi refining disciples.

The Qingshan Sect recruited more and more disciples, and I don't know why.

The closer they got to Lin Luo Mountain, the more these disciples who only had the first and second layers of qi refining gradually increased.

Lin Luo said that it was a mountain, but in fact it was just a slightly higher hill, inconspicuous among the 100,000 green mountains.

There are no clouds and mist, waterfalls and rivers. It's just an ordinary wood, and occasionally a loess mountain rock is exposed, which is very ordinary.

There is a mahogany tall building on the top of the mountain, about seven or eight floors. The two vertical screens stand on both sides, and the arch guards are left and right.

For the outer disciples, at least one task must be completed every month. As for those that take at least three or two months to complete, how to calculate the number of tasks is not something you should consider.

As an inner disciple, he doesn't need to think about the task unless the sect gives an order.

Take out the pale red waist card and hand it to the disciple opposite.

"Qin Chuan, take the 1111th mission..."

Although it was the first time to come, the mode here was extremely simple, but after watching some disciples on the left and right take the task, it was clear.

After receiving the waist card and a white jade slip from the disciple's hand, he walked out of the mission hall and walked straight towards the outside of the sect.

"Butcher's Village, 10,000 faces?"

Qin Chuan looked at the information in the jade slip, and the corner of his mouth sneered.

Ten thousand faces are the nickname of a cottage owner.

Printed the saying that poor mountains and bad waters come out of the people, the 100,000 mountains in the Qingshan realm are a good place to hide dirt and dirt, not a good place for good people to live in for a long time.

It can be said that there are many cottages in the mountains, and the horses are all over the place. Those mortals committed a crime, ran to the mountains to hold high the banner of the village, and became a king of the mountain, doing the business of robbing houses and houses.

Qin Chuan crossed the mountains and mountains from the south to Qingshan Sect, and he also encountered a lot.

Along the way, I have heard the names of many bandit cottages. And the butcher's village is one of them, it is said that the owner of the village has ten thousand faces, likes to peel people's faces, and even to the point of crying at night.

Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, Qinchuan, who lived carefully in the world, is back!

I didn't say anything all the way, and when I arrived at the mountain gate, I showed the jade slip and allowed me to leave the sect.

Out of the pass, two valleys, I saw a town, spread out like a big pie. This is a place where mortals live, because it is adjacent to the Qingshan Sect, it is one of the few places suitable for mortals to live.

However, Qin Chuan did not step forward immediately, but climbed up to look around, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

A flying spring, inconspicuous in the cascading dense forest, is vaguely visible, if it is not for Qin Chuan's excellent eyesight, it is difficult to find.

There is no human population here, holding the bright moon in his hand, picking off the branches and thorns sticking out of the oblique thorns, patting the storage bag, taking a common insect avoidance pill, and moving forward without hurry.

The sound of the spring crashing against the rocks approached, and the joy in my eyes became clearer.

In the end, he simply pinched the trick, and suddenly shot out a series of wind blades from his sleeve, which was the Xunfeng technique, but under the subtlety of the aura, it changed its form and power.

The edge of the wind blade glowed with a cold light, some metallic luster, like bee wings, humming at high frequencies, extremely sharp.

These branches, which are no thicker than a thumb, were cut off in unison without the slightest suspense, leaving smooth facets. "Papapa" fell to the ground, paving a path that happened to be passed by one person.

Qin Chuan was overjoyed when he saw the clear spring water in front of him, and hurriedly tore off his robe, casually leaving it on the big bluestone covered with moss marks on the side.

With a pop, a slam slammed into the water, splashing a cool splash.

The whole body is uncovered, like a white fish, teasing shrimp and crabs, and it takes a long time to get out of the water, shouting refreshment.

The water of the stream slapped against the stone slabs, and the mist raised blurred the sight, and the roar obscured the chirping of mountain birds.

He exhaled a lot of turbidity, and with his own confusion, only firmness remained in his eyes.

It took a long time to take out a clean gown from the storage bag, put it on his body, and finally pick it up. At this time, he was just a handsome young man in his twenties.

Although spells can also achieve the effect of cleansing the body, where is the refreshing spring water refreshing.

Qin Chuan was originally a child from a mountain village who was crawling and rolling in muddy water, with a wild temperament, but he had experienced too much in the past few years and had been depressed.

And the original tattered robe was burned by a torch and disappeared.

Folded off a long-stemmed leaf and hung it on his mouth, he really looked like a bohemian and unruly knight.

In front of the approach, everything is in the eyes and the sound is in the ears.

For a while, I moved to the street and walked on the bluestone paved road.

The people here are all calmly and lazily doing the work in their hands, the freedom of plowing the fields, the freedom of buying and selling, the freedom of the women washing, and the elderly while reprimanding the juniors, while holding the small pot in their hands and taking a sip of tea, looking at the younger generations with a shy face on the side with a smile in their eyes...