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At this time, the big black horse didn't know where to go, and he filled his stomach with hardship, and walked back slowly with resentment in his eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xu Chen looked at the big black horse, remembered its invincible transcendence at the royal court horse race, gradually calmed down the fear and uneasiness in his heart, frowned and thought for a long time, and suddenly asked:

"Is the result or the process important?"

Duanmu Rong was slightly stunned and replied, "I think it's the process." ”

Xu Chen shook his head and said: "I used to think that it was the result, but when I realized the talisman, I thought that the important thing was the process, but now I understand that both are equally important, but without the process, then you can't get the result." ”

Duanmu Rong said: "You are not a person who is used to saying such things. ”

Xu Chen looked at her and suddenly laughed, and said, "Because I confirmed the purpose of my coming to the wasteland." ”

"What is it?"

"It has nothing to do with the Book of Heaven and the Demon Sect Hall, for the sake of cultivation. ”

Xu Chen said in a very affirmative tone: "The academy asked me to come to the wasteland in the hope that I can comprehend something in this process, this is the process, and breaking through the realm and entering the cave is the purpose of this cultivation journey. ”

Duanmu Rong's eyebrows slowly raised, and he said in disbelief: "You realized at the beginning of spring, felt at dusk in spring, and then didn't be confused, is it less than a year, and you want to be able to break through the realm?"

Xu Chen said seriously: "I told you before that I am not far from the Five Realms. ”

Duanmu Rong shook his head lightly and said, "Even if you are a personal disciple of Master Lu Yin, this kind of thinking is really ......."

Xu Chen thought with a smile, that's because you haven't seen so many strange masters.

Duanmu Rong's thin lips were as red as grease paper, but he couldn't speak, and he thought with a complicated expression and embarrassment, how could he fall in love with such a stupid person by the inkpool in the summer?

Xu Chen looked at her speechless appearance, and said with a smug smile: "Don't be shocked, don't admire, I am a natural chosen person who dares to face a bleak life, cruel fate, blood, and countless dangerous peaks." ”

He led the big black horse, and happily described the past time to Duanmu Rong beside him, the journey into the mountains was lonely, and the aimless search was really easy to make people bored, if he didn't chat often, he was really worried that he would slap his ass and leave, and no longer care about the correct nonsense of the little uncle.

Small talk always takes two people to carry out, but Duanmu Rong has lived by the side of Teacher Yuxuanmen since he was a child, and he has little experience in the world, except for a period of correspondence with Chen Yanqiu, the princess of the Western Jin Dynasty, he only has a lackluster pen and ink career, so he only used a cup of tea to explain his life.

Xu Chen sighed that Duanmurong's life was clean, simple and happy, so he had to tell his own story, fortunately, there were too many things in his life, even if he removed those stories that were too bloody and violated, and human morality, it was impossible to tell them for three days and three nights.

Duanmu Rong has been listening quietly, occasionally a smile will appear on the slightly reddish slightly round pink cheeks blown by the wind and snow, and after being reminded by Xu Chen a few times, he also learned how to ask at the right time: What about later?

As the later questioning continued, before coming to the quiet Snow Mountain, Xu Chen finally confirmed that the Snow Country Savages had not lied to themselves, and the caravan from Wuxian Town had indeed returned south and not entered the mountain, and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, could it be that Ximen Wang had given up looking for the Book of Heaven?

The winter in the wasteland was a little difficult, and the two of them were cultivators, so they could resist the cold and heat a little, but in the face of the blowing snow wind, they still felt a little cold, and the rolling mountains in front of them were also a great test.

The mountain range is steep and difficult to walk, coupled with the danger of cold, neither the snow country savages nor the grassland barbarians will never enter the mountains, although the big black horse is the second in the middle of the horse, but Xu Chen does not dare to pull it into the mountains to adventure.

Unloaded his heavy bag and slapped it heavily on the thick buttocks of the big black horse, Xu Chen said: "Find a place to toss by yourself, if you can't find something to eat, you can go back first." ”

The big black horse suddenly took off his burden, where did he care what he was saying, he hissed with joy, and ran out along the gentle slope of the mountain, he remembered that there seemed to be a coniferous forest in the northwest on the road, although he did not like to gnaw on the bark, but those hardy squirrels would definitely hide something for the winter, and the pine nuts seemed to taste good...... Seeing the big black horse disappear from view in an instant like black lightning, Duanmu Rong tightened the scarf around his neck and asked with a confused expression, "Can it find something to eat?"

"He's a foodie, and what he's best at is finding food. ”

Xu Chen took out a piece of cloth from his bag for a long time, looked at the girl and added with a smile: "You people in the capital are all foodies, and I sometimes really think that Da Heizi is born to be the seed of the capital." ”

Duanmu Rong was silent for a long time, and asked softly in disbelief, "Master Lu Yin...... A foodie too?"

Xu Chen didn't hear her question clearly, he raised the piece of blood cloth in his hand and aimed it at the fake sun on the sky, facing the sunlight to see what was hidden inside, but in the end he only saw the blood.

"If it's a test, isn't there a hint?"

Xu Chen said angrily: "There should be a treasure map in any such story, otherwise how can we find the entrance of the Demon Sect Hall? If the two of us can wander into the Demon Sect casually, then what is the unknowable place?"

Duanmu Rong shook his head lightly and said, "Let's talk about it first." ”

Xu Chen nodded, put his bag on his back, and his boots suddenly sank deeper in the snow.

Duanmu Rong looked at the luggage on his shoulders curiously, wondering what was in it, it was so heavy.

Xu Chen looked at the frosted eyelashes on her eyelashes, looked at her slightly red cheeks, and suddenly asked, "Cold?"

Duanmu Rong felt that there was nothing to hide in front of him, and nodded.

"Tell me earlier. ”

Xu Chen took a piece of talisman paper and handed it to her, and said, "Put it on your waist, you can keep warm, if it's not enough, I still have a lot." ”

Duanmu Rong put the pale yellow talisman paper away, and then came to his senses, a little puzzled, why he listened to his words so much, felt the warmth gradually coming from his waist, and couldn't help but ask slightly: "What is this?"

"The fire talisman I first experimented with. ”

Xu Chen walked towards the valley with his luggage on his back, and said with a smile: "It's a very failure, there is no way to condense the fire intent in the breath of heaven and earth, it can only slowly heat up, and when I left the capital, I thought that the wasteland was cold, so I wrote more." ”

Duanmu Rong heard this, and his cheeks, which had been gradually warming up because of warmth and shyness, suddenly felt a chill, and his voice trembled slightly: "Use rune paper...... How many of these charms do you have?"

Xu Chen said: "I haven't counted, there are always dozens of them, anyway, it's useless, don't be polite to me." ”

Duanmu Rong's eyelashes blinked slightly, the frost silk shattered, and he looked at him in a daze, unable to speak at all, thinking that writing talismans consumes extremely spiritual power, how can you waste precious spiritual power on such unnecessary trivial things as heating?

She was obsessed with the Fu Dao all her life, and regarded it as the highest thing, so the more she thought about it, the more angry she became.

Xu Chen looked back at her expression, couldn't help but be a little puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Duanmu Rong looked into his eyes and said very seriously: "This is too wasteful, don't do this in the future." ”

Xu Chen scratched his head with a smile, didn't answer, and used the rune paper as a hot treasure, maybe it was really a waste, but his spiritual power was very abundant, and his reply speed was very fast.

Even those devout Buddhists always have a direction, but there is no treasure map in this story, no map sandwiched in the blood cloth, only the imperial court that throws the heavy responsibility on Xu Chen's shoulders and doesn't care.

As a result, Xu Chen's trip to the wasteland turned into a tangled and confusing journey in the end. In his opinion, to say that this journey is a spiritual practice is really infuriating and I don't know how to speak.

I don't know how to speak or how to walk, in the first few days of entering the mountain range, Xu Chen and Duanmu Rong walked silently and boringly, he perfectly used his hunter skills to find traces, but he still couldn't withstand the difficulties caused by the tight north wind and snowflakes as big as a mat overnight.

Walking to a cliff where the cold wind was particularly strong, Xu Chen pretended not to see the girl's frowning ink eyebrows, and forcibly stuffed her with a warm charm, and was about to continue moving forward when he suddenly stopped and looked up.

Duanmu Rong looked at his expression, thinking that he probably saw some snow-capped sheep again, and couldn't help but want to shoot it down for dinner, and couldn't help but shake his head gently, just feeling the warmth coming from his abdomen, and didn't say anything.

Xu Chen slowly frowned, sat down in the snow like this, closed his eyes and took the spiritual power in the sea of consciousness out of his body, and began to sit quietly and sense the breath in the surrounding heaven and earth.

The cold wind and snow came, and after a short time, a thin layer was accumulated on his clothes, Duanmu Rong looked at him, a little worried and a little confused, and wanted to reach out to dust off the snow for him, but in the end he did not move.

Just at that moment before, Xu Chen felt a very familiar aura coming from the depths of the mountain range, with his current realm, it is logically impossible to perceive things such a long distance, but that breath suddenly appeared in his sea of consciousness, which means that it was not that he sensed that breath, but that breath in the depths of the mountain range ignored the snow drift and took the initiative to find him.

This analysis made him speechless in shock, thinking to himself what kind of realm strength it must be for a great cultivator of such a realm strength to be able to allow himself to perceive his existence from such a long distance? Could it be that this is the legendary Boundless? Could it be that there really is a saint-like existence in this vast mountain that has crossed the Five Realms?

In order to make sure that his perception was not deviated, he sat down without hesitation, and began to close his eyes and meditate, with the concentration of spiritual power, the slow release of spiritual power in the sea of consciousness, the breath from afar became clearer and clearer, like snowflakes in the wind, coming over a thousand mountains, gently falling on his body, covering his clothes, slowly and unstoppably seeping into the skin on his cheeks.

An unimaginably terrifying aura of a strong man, coming from afar, instantly occupies your sea of consciousness, in the face of this situation, even if it is a character like a Taoist idiot, I am afraid that the first thought born in my mind is far away.

Xu Chen didn't run away, but sat down and quietly perceived, because as he said before, this terrifying and powerful aura made him feel very familiar, and even said to be close, but the problem was that no matter how he recalled, he couldn't remember meeting a great cultivator with such an aura.

That breath is powerful and not domineering, although it is not domineering but extremely proud, just like a cedar tree that stubbornly survives on the top of the snow peak, covered with thousands of years of snow but refuses to bend down slightly, overlooking the beings under the peak, disdainful of looking at the sky.

Xu Chen closed his eyes, quietly feeling the smell of this breath, and suddenly the bright light flickered, and there were suddenly many more pictures in the sea of knowledge, the pictures of the past.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked into the depths of the distant mountain range, feeling the calm persistence contained in that breath, and for some reason his heart was sore, and he almost shed tears, because ...... That familiar breath remains the pride and obsession of the owner, but there is no information, it finds itself only because it also feels that it has a very familiar smell in it, it does not want to continue to stay in this mountain, it wants to return to the place it is most familiar with.