The sky was bright, Fang Yan dispersed the breath of qi and blood that melted the fire cultivation pill, and exhaled his breath.

There were thousands of qi in the body, the Yanshu Heavenly Jiao Gong was surging rapidly, the burning sensation flowed from the top of the head to the soles of the feet, and several new blood holes were buzzing, like the shape of a creation bell.

What's even more bizarre is that there is a faint wolf howl on the young man's body, looming.

As for the Yuan Infant Blood Embryo in the storage bag, it was already slightly water-chestnut under Fang Yan's day and night carving, but the young man hadn't thought about what kind of magic weapon he would sharpen it into.

The young man stretched his waist, turned his head and saw that the little girl in the Taoist robe and the young man in the gray robe were still asleep, so he did not disturb them, and took out a book bought from the grocery store in his bosom and flipped through it.

The book is divided into two parts, the first part is circulated in the world, and the second part is the master's truth, the editor will not make up the book at first glance, and put the mythological stories and academy knowledge in one book, which can be called funny, but Fang Yan is not so particular.

The most widely spread in the world is the legend of heaven and earth, telling the story of the ancestor Taichu opening up the world and creating the avenue, and the eight-year-old child can carry the rolling melon ripe.

Fang Yan watched it with relish, when he was a child, his grandfather Fang Lost also told him the story above, he only thought that he was a great god on the mountain at the beginning, and he was very powerful. Now from the perspective of the mountain people, I realize that it is far from so simple.

The latter has traces to follow, but the former only appears in the legend of heaven and earth.

Fang Yan was interested in the realm of this human ancestor, he had seen and heard in the Flower Bone Sect, in the phantom realm, and his vision was no longer what it used to be. Hua Feiyang, the sect leader of the Flower Bone Sect, the Blood Bone Ancestor before the suppressed realm, and Xu Beitian, an old Taoist from Wangjian Mountain, were all standing on the top of the mountain of the Fourth Realm Yuan Ying and Qi Cultivation Realm. His own master Qin Wuwu should be able to break through the Yuan Ying after the unity of the spirit, Uncle Li should also be the cultivation of the four realms, but compared to the previous four people to stand taller, the beautiful sister I saw before should have the cultivation of the five realms, Fang Yan heard the old Taoist inadvertently said that the five realms of the qi practitioner on the mountain are called divine annihilation, and they are the ones who really stand on the top of the mountain, and they can see the mountains at a glance.

If the young man learned that in addition to these people at that time, there were also monks with green lanterns, old men in Mai who played chess, old men in sackcloth who played chess, old men who had a relationship with Fang Yan, drunken men who had a relationship with Fang Yan, a single day in the Barbarian Soul Sect Palace, and a little girl in black in the Shadow Sect, there were so many unreasonable hands, each of them stood on a different mountain height, but they had an inexplicable relationship with this young man who had just started to climb the mountain, what would it be?

Mountaineering is like climbing immortals.

Fang Yan didn't know after all, but he felt that there seemed to be a lot of distance between these people and the human ancestors who were all over the world, above the five realms, were there six realms, and the human ancestors were at the beginning, did they stand outside the six realms?

Fang Yan smiled, and suddenly found that the cultivation of the mountain qi cultivator who seemed to have seen it was higher, and he had not seen the martial arts under the mountain in the fourth or fifth realm!

Fang Yan continued to read, skipping the legend of heaven and earth, and attached some poems of literati and scholars and the teachings of the sages of the academy, the young man sank his mind and read carefully.

Reading this, he smiled, and roared over Kunlun. The pen is like a cloud flow, it is not a generation of poetry and wine fairies, this Li Xian's poems are really worthy of the four words of weeping ghosts and gods. Fang Yan swept through a few scrolls of poems and flipped them back, chewing on the teachings left by the sage of the academy, his brows furrowed slightly, and he was also introspective.

"The ancients had a proverb, things have a beginning and an end, and things have an end. Knowing the order of things is the shortest way, there is some truth, but if you want to figure out the order of things, how difficult it is, just like me and the little boy in purple, the order of good and evil is right and wrong, one by one, I don't know which is right and which is wrong, but the purpose of understanding things is to fulfill human nature, and sure enough, the truth is in the book!" Fang Yan asked himself, talking to himself, his eyes were bright, and his heart suddenly opened up after reading it.

The little boy in purple woke up early, opened his eyes after spitting cross-legged, and saw the young man studying books in a leisurely manner, and couldn't help but be confused, how beautiful are these black and white letters, can there be a beautiful girl to look at?

When the morning dew fell slightly, the little girl in the Taoist robe woke up with her eyes rubbed, and as for the fortune teller, Lin Haoran was directly kicked up by the purple-clothed boy. After eating some dry food and drinking water, the group continued to walk.

There are a lot of charms in the early morning in the mountains, and most of them are close to the purple-clothed boy, and the little girl in the robe is not surprised, but she is still a little unconvinced.

Lin Haoran was far away from him after hearing about the identity of the purple-clothed boy early in the morning, but in the end, he was still the good man with a bigger heart, and after a full meal all night, he was bold and directly patted the purple-clothed boy on the shoulder and said that since he is a friend now, the previous things will be written off. The purple-clothed boy rolled his eyes and bared his teeth at him, so frightened that Lin Haoran was almost choked to death.

Lin Haoran was a little curious, and tentatively asked the purple-clothed boy what kind of ghost cultivation he had since he was a ghost, Fang Yan was expressionless on the surface, but in fact, his heart moved, and he had never asked this purple-clothed boy who knew the woman in the white dress.

When the purple-clothed boy heard this, he suddenly came to his senses, and pointed to those points of light with a big grin, these mountain spirits are very small.

The boy in purple stretched out his thumb and pointed it towards him, smug.

I'm a little more powerful than them, so I'm a mountain king, but now that I've fallen into the realm, I'm afraid I'm just like a second king.

He deliberately said very loudly, and squeezed his eyebrows at Fang Yan, but unfortunately the latter was still reluctant to pay more attention to him.

Several people hurried and passed by a hill.

The little girl in the robe stopped, her face a little pale, and pointed to a cliff not far away.

There was a cliff, like a dead-end road, the fog was filled, there was a faint sound, and there seemed to be a figure in the haze, and the arm was raised and fell.

Lin Haoran took out a yellow paper talisman seal, which burned as soon as it was exposed, so frightened that he quickly shook it off, and the purple-clothed boy also had a rare solemn expression.

Fang Yan's scalp was numb, thinking of the old tree spirit he met when he was close to Liquan County, and he warned his group that a little girl on the edge of the cliff threw stones down the mountain day after day, day and night.

Fang Yan stood in front and made a silent gesture towards the three of them, and several of them exhaled slowly at the same time, carefully moved their steps, and bypassed the long road, but unexpectedly, the arms that kept waving suddenly suddenly, the faces of the four people changed greatly, and they hurriedly pulled out their legs and ran desperately into the distance.

Fortunately, there was no movement after the thick fog, and several people gasped for breath, still palpitating, looked at each other, and laughed together.

A trace of mustard in the hearts of the group slowly dissipated.

The way down the mountain is much faster, and there is a town in the distance, Fang Yan chose to rest in the town after summing up, and the little boy in purple picked a small restaurant and invited a few people to eat out of his own pocket.

Fang Yan and Xu Minjian asked for two bowls of tea, and the purple-clothed boy directly brought a pot of wine, poured a bowl for himself, and poured a bowl with Lin Haoran. Fang Yan asked Lin Haoran if he could drink, Lin Haoran patted his chest and said that he dared to go into the rivers and lakes without a little drinking?

Lin Haoran muttered in his dream, speaking his hometown dialect indistinctly, Fang Yan didn't understand it very well, probably talking about the mountain sect he had stayed in, or the rivers and lakes he had encountered. Lin Haoran is not from Lanzhou, he is a native of Baolai in Bosa Prefecture, and Posa Prefecture is not close to Lanzhou, and it is difficult to imagine the arduous road of the gray-robed young man all the way.

There were not many guests in the restaurant at this time, and after Fang Yan and a few people took their seats, a few big men came up, all dressed in an official mansion, looking like a dart master of the dart bureau, and one person in the line was carrying a long sword, his pace was steady, and his breathing was continuous, I am afraid he was also a martial arts master. These strong men found a table and sat down, and asked for a lot of wine and food, and in addition to this table, there were some diners in different clothes.

There is a middle-aged storyteller downstairs, holding a ruler in his hand, and he is talking about several popular jokes at this time, one of which is Li Xinlian, a sword immortal in the Western Regions, who entered Zhongzhou with a sword, and his face turned red and he was full of energy when he talked about it.

The purple-clothed boy lay on the table, pouting with some disdain, "The world is rumoring that the masters of Zhongzhou are like clouds, and I don't know how many there are in the God Annihilation Realm, he Li Xinlian is just a martial artist who is still in the virtual realm, if my mother goes, it will be about the same." ”

Fang Yan glanced at the purple-clothed boy, and quickly withdrew his gaze, but it still fell into the eyes of the purple-clothed boy, who was in great spirits, obediently, and found a topic that interests you.

So the purple-clothed boy sat up straight all of a sudden, and began to talk to himself, "In fact, when the cultivation reaches the peak, whether it is the five realms of qi cultivation or the five realms of body refining, as long as you climb to the top of the mountain, you can turn over the clouds and open the clouds, and the lights of the negative hands are dry, then it is called a giant, and most of them are called the fifth realm, in fact, there are differences." The mountain is called the god to destroy, and the mountain is called by many names, the martial artist is called the void, the Confucianists are called the saints, and the Buddhists are called the Buddhas. ”

The purple-clothed boy paused and said slowly,

"Those who live in the world with immortality and do not die in the world also use the Tao to reach the heavens, so those who complete the avenue are also the immortals who travel on the land, and they are the wandering immortals of this land. ”

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