Li Ji's mind was exceptionally clear at this time, and he quickly grasped the key point, and the head Fang Xuan had a side before they left: Void Town Zhongtiao for decades, the west of the bright moon is born and born, the green light shines on my white hair, and a little inspiration crosses the jade pass.

It is not uncommon to do this, many cultivators are good at it, and what is unusual is ... At that time, Fang Xuan still had footsteps under his feet, just like the feeling of chanting a poem in a few steps in ancient times, Li Ji felt very funny at the time, but the situation at that time did not allow him to think too much, and later he was running for life, where did he have time to think about these...

Standing up, Li Ji tried his best to simulate Fang Xuan's movements at that time, fortunately, he had a good memory, and he quickly remembered... Take two steps to the right, then four steps to the right, and then back? oh yes, turn around and take two steps to the left, and finally one step to the left... People who are not careful will not care about Fang Xuan's steps at all, in fact, it is an ordinary process of walking to the right and then returning... It seems that there is too little information, but if you cooperate with that poem?

Zhenxi light one...

This is the answer, of course the town refers to Taniguchi Town, and the lamp must refer to the thirteen tall lighting stone lampposts in the town, if you think more about it, it is - the baby is hidden in the first lamppost in the west of Taniguchi Town, go dig it...

Li Ji trembled with excitement, he suddenly remembered that before the Pingdu Sect attacked the mountain, he had been arranged to go to Gukou Town to add oil to the lamppost, not only him, but also almost all the core disciples of the Crescent Moon, at that time, he felt that this kind of task was very boring and meaningless, and now it seems that it is probably also a hint, it should be like this...

A small world, this kind of temptation, no monk can resist, the individual gains, is the leader in the scattered cultivation, the sect wins, but also the foundation of the rise of the faction... It's been five years since you crossed over, and your luck has begun to change?

After thinking about it, Li Ji came to the courtyard, looked up at the bright moon, and stood for a long time; the moonlight sprinkled on his body like flowing water, and also entered his heart; he finally laughed at himself: All this is just his own conjecture, what if the guess is wrong?

Even if you guess correctly, does you have the ability to enter the Nakajo blessed land to steal treasures?

Even if you really enter Taniguchi Town, is the treasure still there? After all, three years have passed...

Even if the treasure is still there, is it really suitable for your own use? A small world sounds terrifying, and the Crescent Moon Gate has been in place for many years, and I haven't seen anything strange about it...

How foolish it is to lose one's mind for an ethereal foreign object that does not belong to oneself, and what have you relied on along the way? Is it an elixir? Is it a treasure? Is it a spiritual weapon? Is it a powerful talisman?

No, I rely on unremitting persistence, calm judgment, and a mind that is very different from the mainstream concepts of this world, which is the most important factor for me Li Ji to wander step by step from a small town where I don't know anything, to the current enlightenment and consummation of the monk...

What do I need now, what is my goal, what do I have to do, and what do I have to do first?。。。 It's not a small world, it's a treasure, it's a foundation—the realm is always the most important thing for a monk, nothing else...

At this moment, Li Ji drove away his own greed, strengthened his belief, the so-called thought is accessible, straight to his heart, and it is also from this moment that he has the most basic conditions for building a foundation in his state of mind, although at this time he does not know much about this change in himself...

Neither obsessed with external treasures, but naturally relaxed. Everything has been done, these days simply by temperament, in the streets and alleys of the twin cities began to pursue the past youth,

Twin cities are small cities, the pattern is not enough, not to say that compared to Xuanyuan City, it is compared to Xichang, Shenfang and other big cities, but also the difference between cloud and mud. But to Li Ji, or to his original physical memory, every alley and every building in this city seems to be extraordinarily intimate. Walking through the familiar streets and alleys, like spider silk, but without hesitation.

The streets are bustling with pedestrians, the Twin Cities are relatively closed, and there are few outsiders; when they meet each other, there is often a sense of familiarity, but he has been away from home for too long, and it has been nearly five years since he was driven out of the Twin Cities to be assigned to Cibaptism, and few people regard the tall and upright scholar in front of him as the prodigal young master who used to be in the Li Mansion.

Li Ji is relaxed, completely relaxed, a soup cake shop emerges a familiar and tempting fragrance, this is stuffed with meat and scallion roast, a kind of snack similar to the meat bun in the previous life, very delicious, Li Ji's original owner got the example silver when he was a child, and a small half of it was spent in this place; and the boss Fang Bo said hello, Li Ji bought a set of green onion roast, one bite down, the meat is fragrant, the aftertaste is endless; after many years, I ate the delicious taste of my youth, which makes people intoxicated.

Go further, but it is a cloth village, the boss is mean, the baht must be investigated, Li Jixiao and his partners often secretly set off cannon sticks here, every time the fireworks rush into the cloth village, everyone laughs excitedly. Now he naturally doesn't have a cannon staff, but he uses his mana to make a small spark bounce in, and he hears the foul shouting and scolding of the boss's local language, but it is like a fairy sound.

Diagonally across the door from Buzhuang is Guo's tailor shop, a plump young woman is sitting behind the counter, half-concealed breastfeeding her child; Li Ji is happy, this woman is not only an acquaintance, but also an old friend; in the blink of an eye, 6 or 7 years have passed, she has her own child when she was once young, but she is as bold as ever; the murder weapon on her chest is so strong, Li Ji's hard work was indispensable back then.

Along the way, those long-sealed past events came to his heart one by one, just like opening a picture scroll, with joy, bitterness, happiness, and sorrow, as if unconsciously washing his soul. Li Ji is immersed in the past, unconsciously has walked out of the north gate, this road leads to Buji Mountain, is his young often playmate riding horses and whips the wind and galloping place, so this memory is profound. . . The mana in the dantian is agitated, lively and uncontrollable, this is the resonance of emotions and memories, in the spring afternoon, it gradually converges into a torrent, unstoppable.

I don't know when, there was a light rain in the sky, which is very common in the south; Li Ji didn't realize it, the drizzle had been connected into a line, and when it was about to touch Li Ji's body, it was steamed into a trace of white gas by the surging mana; along the horse road of the year, the speed was getting faster and faster, and the thirty-mile road of Buji Mountain seemed to be in a blink of an eye; Buji Mountain was not a beautiful place near Shuangcheng, there were few tourists, and occasionally there were woodcutter hunters, but under the denser and denser spring rain, it was difficult to find people. . .