The night was getting deeper, and at the door of an upper room on the second floor of the inn, Fang Nan arched his hand with a smile, and watched the black-robed man who came to say goodbye go downstairs and leave. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After the figure of the black-robed man disappeared at the door of the inn, he turned around and went back to his room, closed the door casually, and came to the bed.

After sparing those mortal monks, the black-shirted man directly let them go to the Tianfeng Inn where he stayed to wait for the fate, as for the inn mortals, including the shopkeeper, naturally he easily erased the memory of the immortal cultivator, and after revealing the identity of the Taoist temple a little, the shopkeeper was naturally busy taking him and the black-shirted man to pick the best upper room, and also sent a table of wine and food.

So at the table, after the two talked for more than half an hour, the black-shirted man said goodbye and returned to the Tianfeng Inn at this time.

Of course, time has passed, and after Fang Nan settled down in the Great Zhou at this time, he already knew more about the nearby immortal cultivation world than the other party, and there was no need to deliberately inquire about anything like before.

However, when the black-robed man was talking, he was extremely enthusiastic about Fang Nan, the so-called old man who had only met once, and after a few glasses of wine, he told a lot of things he had encountered in the past year.

Including the whereabouts of the other scattered cultivators he met in Fucheng at the beginning, although Fang Nan didn't care too much about this matter, but the old wine he just sent was mellow and tasted very good, so he tasted it while silently listening to what the other party said.

Last winter, the two places set by the Taiqing Taoist Temple had been determined, and it was the royal monk and his group who met in the inn, the black-robed man was able to enter because the royal family didn't know why, and left Jiazhou directly, which was picked up by him and the woman surnamed Huang.

As for the two brothers of the Sun family, they failed to enter the Taiqing Taoist Temple that day, and in disappointment, they directly went to a nearby Fang Market to become shop assistants, so as to earn the spirit stones needed for cultivation, and by the way, they waited for the next time the Taiqing Taoist Temple recruited people.

And coincidentally, the two of the Sun family were located dozens of miles away in the north of the Yuqing Mountain Range, and Fang Nan had been to the Fang Market a few days ago, but at that time, he was concerned about the shops that bought and sold spirit runes, and there were hundreds of shops in the Fang Market, so it was normal to not run into them.

The same is the original drinking in the inn to ward off the cold, now the two of them are in the Taoist temple, one is in the big sect, and the remaining two can only be a buddy in the shop, when it comes to this, the black-robed man sighed, his face is full of emotion.

Fang Nan didn't care at first, after all, he was very clear about his current status in the sect, and he had never taken the identity of the foreign affairs disciple of the Yuqing Sect seriously, but when he saw the black-robed man's expression and the envy in his words, he was still stunned and thoughtful.

Speaking of which, he has been in the sect for a long time in the past year, and he always considers himself the lowest level of immortal cultivators, but he has forgotten that there are still a large number of low-level casual cultivators who cannot step into the sixth or seventh level of qi refining for the rest of their lives, and these people are unwilling to give up their slim hopes, and they are even reduced to relying on doing a lot of mundane work to obtain cultivation resources, even so, after a few years and decades, their cultivation may not be able to increase much, and the bottlenecks above are still so desperate.

The cruelty of the immortal cultivation world can be seen from this.

......

In the middle of the night, the clear light is sprinkled.

There was silence all around, the autumn wind was bleak, and in the empty room, the moonlight reflected on the white figure, like silver frost.

With Erlang's legs crossed, his arms wrapped around the back of his head, no longer cross-legged, no longer condensed, Fang Nan lay on the edge of the bed in this casual posture, looking at the old wooden beams on the roof, and humming a small song from his previous life on his lips, if those who knew his temperament saw this, they were afraid that their eyes would fall off in shock.

It's just that his demeanor looks relaxed and relaxed, but the trace of tiredness in the depths of his eyes can't be concealed in any way.

"It's been five years......"

After being silent for a long time, Fang Nan pillowed his head with one hand, stretched out the other hand in front of his eyes and slowly unfolded, looking at this young man's white and slender palm, he lost his mind slightly and muttered.

Since he was reborn, he was probably touched by the changes in the fate of everyone in the words of the black-robed man, and it was the first time that he had seriously examined his years in the past five years, and even when he was subjected to the demon in his body before, he had never had such leisure and leisure.

The scenes of the past five years have passed by in his mind one by one like a marquee, and he has changed too much in the past five years, or since he stepped into the world of cultivating immortals, his temperament and mentality have begun to change slowly.

Although he once stood at the top of the world in his previous life, due to his outstanding qualifications and smooth journey, he was only in his thirties when he died.

At that time, he had always acted from the heart, and his personality was also extremely straightforward, in other words, he was like the uncle who left his master, he was obedient to his heart, followed the fate, and walked a little bit of Yun Yun Shu and not shocked in his life.

It is probably for this reason that after he came into contact with this uncle, he did not regard the other party as an alien like the rest of his peers, but gave birth to a sense of closeness.

And during the period when he was just reborn, although Fang Nan acted much more cautiously, his heart was still full of pride and reserve as a martial emperor, even after being shocked by the spectacular scene of the high-ranking monk burning the sky for thousands of miles, it did not diminish in the slightest.

This emotion finally spread, transferred to his thirst for the path of immortality, and it was precisely because of this that even though he had experienced more desperate situations than the vast majority of low-level cultivators, and had endured all kinds of blows, including the transformation of the Heavenly Spirit Root into a Waste Spirit Root, he had never slackened off in his cultivation, and he had never been numb and content with the status quo.

Today, he is almost as low-key as a transparent person in the sect, except for some things that must be done, he is in retreat in the mountains almost all year round, and the reason why he can endure this long-term loneliness and loneliness is precisely the pride he once had, and the uncompromising tenacity in his nature.

Everything you had at the beginning can't go back, so between this world that is thousands of times more expansive, you can spell out your own side of the world, and a piece of the future is.

Today's plainness, today's low-key forbearance, and today's loneliness may last for a long time, but it will certainly not be forever, he will one day be able to jump out of the shackles and prisons, laugh and be proud of the Three Realms again, and act from the heart.

After a while, he finally communicated everything, smiled silently at the corner of his mouth, and then closed his eyes slightly, and his upturned knees were slowly lowered, turning sideways to the left, and he fell into such a deep sleep. (To be continued.) )