Outside of the front, Xing Ye's tone was inexplicably angry. Repeating "reverse", "killing", and "robbing", the echo was trembling, and his roar was all over the valley.

After a while, there was only one sentence left: "I will go against the world...... How can you ...... against the world?"

Its voice is depressed, there is no sense of domineering, and it is compassionate.

The so-called Asking Heart Road, only three feet wide, is made of Xiuyan nephrite, and arrives at the foot of Qingshanyuan Mountain. The monk who can't stop the "conscience" takes a horizontal step and leaves this way. The voice of the night remnant star is depressed and gradually lowered. The slower and slower he goes, he will not give up, and he will definitely shout his "I will go against the world" to the end.

The wind is light at night, the fox is light and cold, and Ning listens to the snow and tramples on it successively.

A gentle meaning, quickly surging up, all over the body, like a bright spring, people become lazy, the true qi in the body, even no longer flowing. The wind is light on the night, and the little fox's Xuanhan forging magic trick operates on its own, and his divine consciousness is empty, and he has no feeling. Ning Tingxue is a girl who has been touched by the world and the world, her mood is as pure as a spring, and the influence of her heart is minimal. The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and walked together.

Mo Wenqing grinded his teeth and said, "Confused, hehe, what's the matter?" Let's try again." ”

Lift your feet and hang in the air, stop, and fall.

The wind is light and the little fox each uses a grain of Xuanhan Divine Sense to drill into the ground. The veins of the whole Xiuyan below, the faint light is dotted, as vast as the starry sky, and the earth is connected to the eight directions, which is a magical formation arranged, and the abyss is unfathomable. Xuan Han's divine consciousness seemed to be inhaled and swallowed by it, and he didn't dare to explore it again.

The wind was light and the night was shocked, and the formations in the "World Formation Collection" were superimposed, and they were far away. Is it just for the sake of a three-mile-long road of inquiry, to torture the world? The little fox pondered for a long time, his blue eyes were clear and beautiful, and he was looking around.

"These mountains are all formations?"

Xiaohu nodded.

"So what else do you think. This place alone, it takes a hundred years of mind, and it may not be transparent, let alone a radius of hundreds of miles? Han'er, don't bother. ”

Unconsciously, one person and one fox fell behind.

Mo Wenqing's clothes were disheveled, the green silk was wet, his cheeks were pink, his eyes were blurred, and he was almost wilted. Ning Tingxue was at a loss and accompanied her beside her.

The wind stretched out her fingers in the light night, and pointed at Mo Wenqing's eyebrows, and the cold breath went straight into her sea of knowledge. Counting the time, don't ask for love to return to a charming state. sorted it out slightly, but made fun of it: "Such a great exercise, can you afford to get rid of my sister's lifelong spring dream?"

The young man was restrained, and Ning Tingxue relieved the siege and said: "Brother, you pay attention to the right handsome gentleman for Sister Mo, and calculate the compensation." Well, according to Master Xing's words, 'If God gives me a handsome woman, I can't raise her?' should let Sister Mo also raise a handsome ...... Man. ”

Feng Qingye said solemnly: "Exactly, exactly." ”

Looking at the men and women in front of him, looking back and asking his heart, back then, wasn't it just that he walked with "him" like this? Don't ask for love and sigh: the years have already bleached the luster of youth, and the thousands of dust in the world have long been contaminated with a simple heart. It would be nice if there was a way in this world to turn your life back, go back to your youth, and find another way to grow.

Fun with their minds, naturally converge.

After a while, he chased the night remnant star. Xing Ye's voice was hoarse, and his back was rickety.

The wind is light and the night is concocted like a method, and a wisp of cold air crosses into the sea of night remnant stars.

Three people and one fox, first go to Qingshan Yuan.

One view should stand, and the "Wuli view" is written.

The wind is light and stares at the night, and the dantian is slightly light, and the heart is suddenly opened. Without looking at the lintel, two wisps of qi suddenly entered his divine consciousness. Hug Han'er, hold the sword in hand, and meditate on the ground. Don't ask for mercy, Ning Tingxue doesn't know why, but when he sees him and Xiaohu, a precipitous and solemn state, he should have an epiphany, one left and one right protect each other.

In an instant, one person and one fox, the Xuanhan Forging Divine Technique was extremely operational, and it couldn't resist the Bo Ran and Mian of the Qi Machine. The flowing wind sword intent danced with it, unable to ease. The entire sea of divine consciousness was full of formless and phaseless qi, which immediately exploded. Finally, the qi was discharged, and he ran towards the broken little sword in the dantian, and slipped into the sword.

The wind was light and the night was drenched in cold sweat, thinking, and picking up two small lives.

However, there is no threshold for Li Guan, and the two wisps of qi penetrate directly through the sea, like the dawn of the moon and the autumn of qi. When the wind was light and the night was light, Linghu Qinghan had a splitting headache again, and the qi poured into the sword body again.

At this point, Feng Qingye roughly understood that he and Han'er were really just a passage between the Qiqi machine and the broken little sword. The broken small sword is like a bottomless abyss, how much there is, how much it sucks, and the thunder can't move. It seems that no amount of it is enough to stuff a crack. The two of them no longer cared, endured the pain of their consciousness for a while, and took this opportunity to practice the Xuanhan Forging Divine Technique and the Flowing Wind Sword Technique in the coming and going of the Qi Machine.

I don't know how long it took, the wind was light and the night was light, and the fox opened his eyes lightly, and in the middle of January, the moonlight sprinkled on Wuliguan.

A Taoist priest with snow-white hair trembled in the face of Wu Liguan. On both sides of the lintel, there is an extra line of words, which is written: The blue sky is like a mirror hidden in the stars and moon, and the mountains are like a sea sword shining on the frost.

Every stroke, every stroke, the spirit is like a rainbow, the sword intent is full, and it is extremely heroic. The wind is light and the night reads it, but it vaguely gives birth to an endless desolation meaning. In particular, the word "frost", which is about to fly, is the most ethereal and freehand, and it is also the most haunting dream. The boy suddenly thought of the "Yuntai Immortal Dream" he made.

Ning Tingxue whispered: "When meditating, these words are slowly displayed, and as soon as the word 'frost' is finished, you and Han'er wake up." It's like you two visualize. ”

The old Taoist priest recited the words: "Patriarch's handwriting!

Mo Wenqing interrupted him and said, "Hearing the Lord, if we are not here, how can you see the handwriting of this Wuli Guan Patriarch?

Feng Qingye understood that this variable was all because of the small sword in the dantian, and a few people who had no Li Guan did not notice it in the slightest.

Ning Tingxue said vividly: "Xun Guoning listened to the snow, brought his friends to visit Wuli Temple, visited the Lord of Wenren, and came with the real people of the Southern Regions Night Remnant Starry Night. ”

The night remnants are lonely.

The old Taoist priest turned around slowly, his eyes were shining, and he squeezed his eyebrows and said, "Poor Taoist gentleman." Several laymen, with outstanding talents, have walked the road of conscience lightly. Wuliguan hasn't received so many people for many years. ”

"The road of conscience that has been walked by tricks. Mo asked.

"It's clever and talented. ”

"It's so flattering, you want to donate more incense, right? ”

"The female layman is really understanding. The gentleman suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen enough of the grandfather's handwriting, so how could he have the leisure to tease the female layman, and hurriedly said, "A few people, please come in." Mo Jushi, Poor Dao remembers you. Anyway, at the top of the mountain, you greet the guests for me, you can play if you want, live if you want, no matter how long it takes, you don't accept spirit stones. Whoever touches the Taoist machine without Li Guan is the creation of whom. I understand the mystery. ”

After this person wrote a long story, he really ignored everyone, looked at the words and understood the mysteries, shouted silently, and shouted that he should not.

Ning Tingxue, who has always been gentle and elegant, made a gesture to kick him.

Entering the view of Wuli, the true element and true qi are solidified, which is no different from the path of inquiry. The view is simple, to the point that it can't be more simple. There are three or five futons in the main hall, and a painting is hung. In the painting, the Taoist has a clear face, carries a long sword, ties a stone seal around his waist, and his robe agitates and flies against the wind.

"Behind the Wuli View are the Cliff House, the Sword House and the Frost House. Mo asked.