He fell, looking at the grass and trees in Nirvana Village, at the big mansion in Nirvana, and at the crystal clear stream at the head of the village. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he still remembered that Chun Chun once said that from that stream, will there be a vast sea under this stream.

Chun Chun will not also come from there, but it doesn't look like it, more like an abandoned baby floating downstream.

"Upstream... It starts in the west and flows to the East China Sea...... Is the pure home in the West? "Teng Desire has no clue, it is purely a guess based on common sense.

He walked in the village of Nirvana, where he shed blood, killed people, failed miserably, and reaped.

That day, the pain of that night he can't forget.

He turned out a gourd, which contained some nirvana, and two words were engraved on the surface, Nirvana.

"Niryangzi ......" Teng wanted to murmur without staying too long, and took a deep look when he flew over the stream, and then went straight to Qingfu Mountain.

This place has become a thing of the past, things are not people, and there is no need for too many memories.

In an instant, he appeared on the top of Qingfu Mountain, which was the place where he and Chunchun met. He remembered the incident of midnight very well, and he couldn't help but think of his own childhood.

Night, empty mountains, beasts and life-and-death crises.

Then came the appearance of grandpa, just like the moment he saved Chunchun, exactly the same. He didn't know if it was a resemblance or something else, but it was too similar to what he had experienced.

It's like traveling far away and suddenly meeting someone who is very similar to you. It's an amazing feeling.

He continued to walk as if he were walking forward, more like revisiting the old place, and he looked at the deserted Sixth Hunting Gate. This was the starting point of his decisive killing, and now that I think about it, I have to thank the other party.

Without cruelty, how can we grow.

At the same time, the Northern Wilderness, the Fish Sect.

It took a long time for Yin to fly out of the lake at the age of three, and he glanced at the man and bear sitting by the lake fishing with relish, and found that Teng wanted to be gone, and he couldn't help but be angry.

"Kumamon, what about others. ”

"Goo ......" The dumbfounded man Xiong was stunned for a long time and shook his head.

"I actually ran away ahead of schedule, you ungrateful big fool, I'm angry with this palace. The three-year-old silver clenched his hands into fists, and the earth shook suddenly.

It seems that she is the master of power in this heaven and earth!

There was a dead silence on the main peak, and there were very few disciples, I don't know if they were dead, or they were all hiding in the depths of the cave. Above the main peak, the black and bright old man reappeared, but his breath was extremely weak, and it seemed that his vitality was greatly damaged.

But still, there is a faint holy coercion.

Seeing that Yin was three years old, the old man immediately said respectfully, "Miss, are you going to go far away?"

"Shut up, stinky old man, Kumamon, let's go, and when we catch him, crush him to death!"

Leaving the embarrassed old man with only a wry smile.

And Teng Desire, when he swept through the Sixth Hunting Gate, seemed to have found some clues. Obviously, the place has been cleaned up, and except for a few disorganized traces, the rest is in good order.

Far from being an ordinary mortal.

"The coming of the blood of poverty... Was it reported by someone......" After Teng wanted to fall, he looked at it carefully, and he was more sure in his heart.

He had always thought that the arrival of the poor blood was passed on by the beast taming elder who turned into a black pig, but then after thinking about it, he found that the time was not right. If it was really passed by the black pig, it would not be delayed until the second day when he stepped into the Northern Wilderness.

It should have come on the same day, and the only possibility is that the arrival of poor blood has nothing to do with the black pig, it should be someone else.

After thinking about it, I came to the hunting village at the bottom of the mountain, there were few villagers here, and they had lost the support of the hunting door, and they had already run and scattered. There are only a few old people who can't walk anymore, and they are reluctant to continue in this homeland for generations.

"Grandpa, can I ask about something? Teng wanted to walk up to one of the gray-haired old men sitting in the courtyard, and asked calmly.

"Are you?" the old man looked at Teng Desire carefully, déjà vu but unimpressed. It seems that in the past half a month, I have aged a lot and forgotten many things.

"Did any monks come a few days ago?"

"I don't know, I don't know," the old man heard that Teng wanted to inquire about this matter, and immediately changed his expression, waved his hand and shook his head.

Shut your mouth shut.

Teng wanted to see this scene, and in his guess, if there was really a monk coming, he waved his hand, rolled a few small stones on the side, and turned into pieces of yellow and clear gold in an instant.

This is also the technique of turning stones into gold that I realized before, but there are still many restrictions.

This point of stone into gold seems to be extraordinary, but it is not for the monk to make a windfall, and the only effect of this spell is that it will only appear when the caster is penniless

When it is used for imminent urgency.

For example, the desire at this moment, after Nan Thirteen blew himself up, except for the storage bag, everything else was wiped out, and he went straight back to the time when he was poor and white.

And this spell can only be cast once in seven days, and there are a maximum of a few pieces of gold at a time. Anyone who wants to make a fortune from this is a waste of time unless he is immortal.

I have to say that Teng Zhi admires these people who create spells, although they use the rules, and even break the rules, they are still in the rules.

Whether it's the lightning channeling technique, or the stand-in technique, or the turning of stones into gold at this moment. While going against the sky, it did not completely break the rules, and it seemed to convey a concept of balance of all things to future generations.

Of course, it may also be that it has not yet reached the realm of completely breaking the rules, so even if the anti-heaven magic is created, there are still various restrictions.

He saw that the old man was destitute and that the thatched hut seemed to be unable to protect him from the wind and rain, so he handed the old man the few pieces of gold.

The old man glanced at it, his eyes were golden, but it was fleeting, his legs and feet were not good, and he had gold and silver treasures that not only could not be used, but also attracted people's attention, and even caused death.

Today's hunting village is long gone, and there are often people who take advantage of the fire to rob, and petty theft is continuous.

"Although the gold and silver are good, but the old man, I can't bear it, don't ask, some things are still not known, alas. ”

"Aren't your legs bad," Teng Desire's eyes flashed, and he smiled slightly, pointing at the old man's knee.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and when he reacted, he froze for a moment, his feet seemed to be decades younger, as if he had returned to the prime of life, and he was alive and well.

"You... My legs, how can I ......" The old man was surprised, and immediately stood up in excitement, originally walking tremblingly, but now it has become a vigorous walk!

The old man looked at his legs in disbelief, and looked at Teng Desire in disbelief.

"I'm just passing by curiously, and I want to inquire, and if the old man thinks it's troublesome, then bother. With a smile, he brushed his sleeves and left.

The old man paused, immediately chased after him, and shouted: "Engong, Engong, please stay, come in and say, come in and say." ”

Teng Xiang stopped, smiled unabated, and returned to the old man's yard.

"Engong, you made the old man and me dozens of years younger all of a sudden, and this kindness cannot be repaid. Since Engong is curious, I will say something about the old man. "The old man was born and raised in the village hunter village, and he suddenly received this great favor, and it was impossible for him to let Teng want leave like this.

"Tell me, I'll hear you. ”

"A few days ago, in the early morning of the second day after the Hunting Gate was destroyed, several frightened monks suddenly came from the east, as if to investigate the reason for the destruction of the Hunting Gate. ”

"Oh, what are the characteristics of those monks?"

"Yes, there were three monks, led by an old man with a black beard, a man with a horse's face, and a young man who was white. ”

"Other than that. ”

"I was dazzled by the old man, and I didn't dare to approach him at the time, but I remembered that the robes of these monks were embroidered with a figure of seven. ”

"Seven?" Teng Desire seemed to have thought of something.

"Yes, yes, it's seven, the black-bearded old man who was the leader later found a stone bow and stone arrows, and the portrait of the hunter. The old man seemed to be confused as he spoke.

However, in Teng Desire's eyes, there was a flash of light, and there was a flash of murder, he nodded at the old man, and left directly.

"Is it the Seventh Hunting Gate, very good, very good!"