Chen Anzhi was leaving, and he had to meet someone before leaving, although he didn't know if that person wanted to see him.

In the fortune-telling stall in Ruler Lane in Daliang Capital, the old Taoist priest was bored lying on the desk, and the old man who looked old and faint drooped his eyelids, his vision was cloudy, and he didn't know whether to fall asleep.

He is always like this, never taking the initiative to solicit pedestrians, when there are guests, he straightens his waist slightly, and takes a nap when there are no guests.

Chen Anzhi came, he stood in front of the fortune-telling booth and stood with his hands in his hands.

After a while, a black satin-like delphinium fell, stopping at the table, with a yellow beak still tender, holding a snow-white locust flower.

"Slow down and don't send it. The old Taoist priest groaned slightly and sighed.

Chen Anzhi smiled and said, "What did you see yesterday's sign?"

The old Taoist priest sat up, picked up the stick holder and shook it, "I said, I don't count your life." ”

Chen Anzhi smiled brightly, shook his head slightly, and said, "There are still people in this vast world who the Tianxin Pavilion Master dare not deduce?"

The old Taoist priest sneered and said, "Now you are not a Haoran world, and you are not a person from Haoran Tianxia." ”

The surroundings seemed to be quiet, and the noise was nearby, but it seemed far away.

At this moment, a small and delicate delphinium swooped down on the table from a high altitude, startling another swift to flutter its wings and fly away.

"Let's go. The old Taoist priest's face was solemn, staring at Chen Anzhi, and he said slowly word by word, "While they don't know that you are still alive, while there is still time, the ice is coming." ”

The corners of Chen Anzhi's mouth hung up a little arc, looked at the distant Feiyan, and smiled softly: "The swallow is coming, will spring be far away?" Three thousand years ago, I was not afraid of things outside the Great Wall, and I am still not afraid after three thousand years, the ice will melt after spring. ”

After Chen Anzhi left, the old Taoist priest leaned lazily on the chair, glanced at the bamboo tube, and held it in his hand and shook it gently.

Chen Anzhi left, and he didn't tell Mu Ruyi when he left.

He wants to climb the mountain and go to the Far Mountain Sect, but he didn't plan to walk with Mu Ruyi from the beginning, Mu Ruyi, as an innate sword heart, has received a lot of attention since he was born, and walking with her into the Far Mountain Sect will inevitably cause some unnecessary trouble. Chen Anzhi is a person who is afraid of trouble, and he hates to explain to others, it was like this three thousand years ago, and it is also like this three thousand years later.

Mu Ruyi changed out of his palace clothes early in the morning, dressed in a white robe, and went straight to the inn out of the imperial city.

The window was wide open, a letter was pressed under a teacup, and the envelope was opened, but her willow eyebrows were raised, her autumn eyes were angry, and the small note in her hand was crumpled into a ball, and the three big characters on it were folded.

"Woohoo!"

She was a little angry, not angry at Chen Anzhi for not abiding by the agreement, but angry at him for not saying goodbye.

Mu Ruyi sat down, put the gourd containing the wine on the table, looked at it blankly, and after a long time, he sighed faintly, "That's it, let's give him the wine next time we meet." ”

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The sound of horses' hooves was broken, like the spring rain beating the plantain outside the window, stepping on the sparse starlight all the way, out of the capital, and heading to the southeast.

Far away from the capital, naturally close to the distant mountains. It is the season when winter goes to spring, and the wind that sends winter green branches and sprouts, and the tender grass stains the wheels, causing a few butterflies to chase and flutter up and down.

The horses galloped on the dirt road, and the soft ropes connected were sometimes as tight as iron, sometimes slightly drooping like willows.

Chen Anzhi leaned his back against the wall of the car, his long sword and narrow knife were placed horizontally on his lap, and he sat cross-legged.

Closing his eyes, his mind fell silent, Chen Anzhi breathed in a wonderful mysterious rhythm, and gradually, the galloping carriage was gone, the road under his feet was gone, the sky above his head was gone, the mountains and mountains in the distance were gone, and everything around him turned into a white mist.

These white mist seemed to have a soul, moving with the rhythm of Chen Anzhi's breathing, condensing into thousands of thin threads, surrounding him, Chen Anzhi sat there, his skin was crystal like jade, the pores of his body were stretched, and those white silk threads were like tides, surging and pouring into his body.

This is the aura between heaven and earth, and now it is incorporated into the body like Chen An's whale swallowing cow drink, every inch of flesh and blood has an aura circulation, and his flesh is crystal clear, like white jade.

At this time, Chen Anzhi's body was like a huge ancient beast, wantonly plundering the aura of heaven and earth, and thousands of aura were hanging down in wisps.

"Sneer·····"

There was a subtle soft sound.

Chen Anzhi slowly opened his eyes, sat quietly for a long time, gently leaned against the wall of the car, a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and there was an unknown light in his eyes.

For half a month, he repeated the futile action every night, and he never tired of it.

Seize but not gather.

Although he incorporated all the spiritual energy of this heaven and earth into his body, the shattering of the foundation of the Great Dao caused him to be unable to control those spiritual qi at all, and it scattered out the moment he woke up.

A tattered house can't gather warmth, a broken and fragmented teacup can't hold fragrant tea, and similarly, the broken flesh of the Great Dao's foundation can't accommodate the aura.

Chen Anzhi pursed his lips, showing a rare hint of childishness, raised his hand and rubbed his head fiercely.

'Ahhhh

Chen Anzhi picked up the white gauze curtain with his light hand, in the faint starlight, staring at the half-quarter moon in the sky, he reached out and touched his waist and grabbed it again, three thousand years ago there was a wine gourd hanging here, when he had nothing to do, he would always unscrew it and drink a few sips.

"I said guest officer, in about two hours, we will arrive at Honglan Town, and a dozen miles further will be the Yuanshan Sect. With a soft breeze, the coachman's voice came from ahead.

Chen Anzhi put down the curtain, closed his eyes, and whispered, "I'm sorry for you." ”

Yuanshan Sect, located in Yuzhou, Middle Earth, has a history of 3,000 years.

For three thousand years, the Yuanshan Sect is too strong, the three thousand years of the Middle Earth Yuzhou is the three thousand years of the Far Mountain Sect, shocking the Middle Earth, no one can match, within the vast Middle Earth Yuzhou, the dynasty is more than a thousand, and the sects are countless, but the dynasty is overthrown, the sects are ups and downs, only the Far Mountain Sect stands for three thousand years undefeated, and it is extremely prosperous.

In Honglan Town, which is more than ten miles away from Yuanshan Sect, Honglan Town is actually a little inappropriate to say that it is a town, relying on Yuanshan Sect, it has already had the scale of a big city, but it is a pity that Emperor Daliang has refused to canonize it, so he can only call it Honglan Town.

Chen An got out of the car, he stood in the evening breeze of Xi Xi, looking at the behemoth towering into the sky in the darkness in the distance, exhaled, and had a lot of thoughts, but finally came to his mouth and muttered: "I don't know if Miss Mu will be angry." ”

At this time, it was already a shallow night, and a starlight pierced the night sky in mid-air, flying diagonally down, the light was bright and crystalline, like a crystal clear gem.

The moon and stars are scarce, and the mountains and rivers in the distance are hidden in the night.

In the gloomy night, in a courtyard somewhere in the Far Mountain Sect.

Mu Ruyi sat at the table, sitting there quietly, not moving, as if she was thinking about something, and as if she didn't think about anything.

The heavy wine gourd was placed on the table, and the moonlight outside the window slipped in through the window, like a group of speechless dancing girls, a little tired, lazily lying on the window, on the table, on the girl's clothes.

Eyelashes trembled slightly, Mu Ruyi pursed her lips, and gently 'hey' into the distance.

It seems to be quietly asking a man from afar, as if to say, hey, Chen Anzhi, I have wine here, when are you coming?