The moon stars are sparse, the cold wind gusts at night, and the fallen leaves turn yellow.

The boy collapsed on the ground gasping for breath, clenching his teeth, and there was no pain in his whole body.

"Yo he, I didn't fall unconscious by holding my fist, it seems that the medicine jar is still a bit useful after soaking for so long. Old Dao'er withdrew his hand and looked at the young man condescendingly, his robe with long sleeves flying, "Go back to practice!"

Fang Yan was accustomed to Lao Dao's good and bad temper as a child, gritted his teeth and got up, dragging his body back into the tank. Cross your legs and silently run the Yanshu Tianjiao Gong.

The skin on the young man's body is white, and he looks like a weak young man from a distance, but whenever the young man knows what kind of strength is hidden under his body.

Lao Dao'er snorted, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Starting tomorrow, you don't have to soak in the medicine jar, I will teach you a mudra, learn it as soon as possible, and practice from time to time." ”

Lao Dao'er said, "In three days, we will leave and go all the way east, and since you have nowhere to go, I will allow you to follow us as a companion with my kindness." ”

Fang Yan opened his eyes, Xu Beitian said angrily: "Just know, don't grind, hurry up and cultivate." ”

The little girl in the robe lay on the futon, stretched her waist, and fell into a deep sleep again.

Xu Beitian sat cross-legged outside the courtyard, the moonlight was sprinkled, and the talisman sword on the ground shook slightly. Xu Beitian frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

There was no word for a night, each was silent, and the three days passed in a flash.

Before the first day of the town rose, three people came out of the street in the dust.

Old Daoer Xu Beitian, Xiao Daoer Xu Minjian, and Fang Yan.

The three of them walked slowly, really dusty, because Lao Dao'er actually took the broom from the previous Taoist temple and dragged it on the ground, making sand fly everywhere.

The little girl glared angrily, and the old Taoist laughed.

Fang Yan walked silently, he deliberately put a cloak on the outside of his shirt, with a straight collar and two long sleeves, just blocking his left arm. At this time, his right hand was hidden in his sleeve, and he was holding the handprint taught to him by the old Taoist, twisting the trick as he walked, and his mind followed it.

Lao Dao'er squinted at the young man, "Ordinary people hurt their muscles and bones for a hundred days, you are injured like this, it will not be good for one hundred and eighty days, in addition to soaking in the medicine jar every day, my mudra can consolidate your collapsed knots, so that you will not be wasted after taking two steps." Remember to kneel down and thank me for my great kindness. ”

The young man was silent, and the old Taoist was bored, snorted twice, and walked forward with his head down.

The three of them scattered, each bought something from the neighborhood, and gathered together again, leaving the boundaries of the town and heading east.

The little girl Xu Minjian jumped up, and the two small temples on her head swayed and swayed.

The young man was naturally treated as a coolie, carrying a large bag and a small bag, his face was slightly red, and the old Taoist yawned while educating the young man, "Bearing weight is also practice, don't keep thinking about putting it in a storage bag, tempering your physique, and you can't be sloppy at all." ”

Fang Yan smiled bitterly and nodded.

Walking through mountains and streams.

There are many peaks and peaks in this area, Fang Yan tilted his head and looked at the mountain above, thinking about whether this place was connected to the green mountains, thinking about it, and thinking of the terrifying scene of the barbarian hand.

The barren mountains are wet and uninhabited, Xu Minjian shrunk his neck, and the old Taoist hummed a small tune casually, his voice echoed, and he was bold.

There is no one in the empty mountain, but there is a sound of people's voices.

Xu Beitian stopped to rest from time to time, because there was a young girl in a robe beside him, and a half-abandoned young man, so his foot strength naturally couldn't keep up.

However, in his heart, the former is much more precious than the latter.

As the night fell, the starry sky dotted the sky, and the three of them rested by the stream, lighting a bonfire to warm their bodies.

Xu Minjian took off his little shoes, shook his little feet and dripped, sparkling, and carefully leaned over one by one, circling around the little girl.

The little girl in the robe reached out with her hand, and those points of light trembled and dispersed, and quietly gathered back after a while.

Fang Yan has often seen such a scene in the past few days, these mountain spirits, and the demons in the water seem to be extremely close to the little girl, and he is afraid of the little girl.

The young man waved his hand, and some turquoise spirits in the air suddenly stirred. These spirits are very similar to the fireflies in the Blood Barbarian Fantasy Realm, and they are more like insects than monsters.

Lao Dao'er sat on the ground slowly, glanced at Fang Yan, and said, "Haven't seen it?"

The young man nodded, "In the Flower Bone Sect before, I have only seen beasts become demons, and this is the first time I have seen these innate spirits." ”

Xu Beitian smiled, shook his head and said: "The mountain has a spirit, the water has a spirit, every grass and tree has a spirit, and the spirits of wood, stone, birds and beasts are all called demons, let me ask you, how do you see the demons under the mountain and the demons on the mountain?"

Fang Yan thought about it and tried carefully: "It's wrong, what's the harm?"

The boy was really scared by the punch of the old man who had nothing to do.

Seeing the young man's hesitation, Lao Dao'er laughed and patted his chest, "It's okay, as far as you go, if you make a mistake, you will be rewarded with a punch at most." ”

The young man smiled bitterly, closed his eyes and recalled the fragments of books he had read when he was the young master of the Fang family before, and the strange demon beasts he had seen when he was a disciple of the Flower Bone Sect.

After a long time, the young man whispered: "I remember that there is a saying in the book, the right is strange, and the good is the demon." In my opinion, the demons under the mountain follow evil, for the sake of harming the world, and the power of cultivating the heaven and earth should be eliminated by the demons. The demon on the mountain, subdued by others, did not make waves, and can also help people practice, although it is not good, but not evil. ”

"Yes, not entirely. Lao Dao'er thought for a while, and touched a handful of white beards, "These are the words of those old masters in the academy, the so-called killing demons is their own way, and only the qi practitioners of the second and third realms in the mountains seem to be treasures in their hearts." Those fox demons who seduce scholars, ghosts that devour people in ancient houses, and succubi who eat people's hearts can be regarded as evil. ”

Without waiting for Fang Yan to answer, Lao Dao'er pointed to the halo beside him, "These mountain spirits are also demons, but they have never harmed people's hearts, and they are even more infatuated with demons and dedicate their lives to people." On the contrary, there are some mountain qi practitioners, captivity of big demons, and do not hesitate to slaughter millions for them to practice, so as to feed themselves, and some let them do evil, monsters are rampant, occupying a mountain and a realm, can you still say that these demons on the mountain are not evil. ”

"Of course, if your realm is enough, these monsters are just duckweed in your eyes, and those so-called disasters in the world are even more disdainful in your eyes, and you don't even bother to care. In the final analysis, it is good for a qi practitioner to go down the mountain to kill demons and eliminate demons, and to be peaceful for one party, but you must remember that not all demons are evil on the mountains and down the mountain, and not all people are good. Xu Beitian waved his hand.

"Now, tell me again, what do you think of the demon under the mountain and the demon on the mountain?" Lao Dao'er put his hand behind his back and looked at the young man condescendingly.

The young man frowned, bit his lip, but his eyes gradually brightened, and finally he breathed lightly and said: "I don't read much, and I don't have much experience, so I can only borrow the words of an elder I know. ”

"Where did everything come from to be a dog?" Xu Beitian narrowed his eyes.

The young man scratched his head and said: "According to what Mr. Xu said, when you reach the peak, look at the scenery below, what are the monsters, what are the good and evil, they are just passers-by under the world, no matter up or down the mountain." It's just that I'm standing at the foot of the mountain now, and I don't have enough eyesight to see this. I know an Uncle Li who often tells me that people live a breath, and if you don't fight for that breath, it's not interesting to live. Since I can't see clearly the truth of Mr. Xu's so-called mountain up and down the mountain now, I will try to climb to the top of the mountain in one breath and see it with my own eyes when the time comes. ”

Fang Yan's voice was light and crisp, and the little girl in the robe on the shore kicked the splash, and the sound of the water was soft.

Lao Dao'er was stunned, but Fang Yan was uneasy in his heart, he hadn't read for too long, and he stumbled when he spoke, so he could only honestly say it according to his own thoughts.

"Eat!" Lao Dao'er came back to his senses, slapped his thigh, and stood up, the corners of his mouth were imperceptibly hooked with a shallow arc.

Somewhat savvy.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, his heart was reassured, and he also stood up and walked towards the water's edge.

The boy made up his mind to find an opportunity to read the previous book again!

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