"Little immortal's surname?", the bad old man asked respectfully, I answered and then asked him what his surname was, "Little old man's surname: bad", the old man replied, how can there be this surname? I was stunned, "A little old man like me, the surname is bad", the old man said seriously, but I always feel a little playful, what you love to have a surname, or make things clear, "Bad hero, things are like this", how strange the words came out, no matter what, explained the cause and effect, the bad old man suddenly realized, and said disapprovingly:" I thought it was a big deal, didn't it just look at the excitement, and it wasn't the first time, I never said it, Brother Fan rest assured", I'm not a question of not being at ease now, but shocked, and said: "Have you watched it many times?", "Yes! I can't remember the specific number of times, is there a problem?", "No problem, you are the luckiest audience", "What are you lucky, just look at it when you are bored, and besides, they are really not the same as yesterday, I am embarrassed to take it out and brag".

The bad old man is obviously not much interested in watching the lively topic, but he is very enthusiastic about me, maybe he has been lonely for a long time, it is rare to have a friend, walked into the thatched house, took out a large basket of dried fruits, and said embarrassedly: "There are no good things, forgive me for the neglect", "These are the best, the hero has a heart", I was originally a casual person, not to mention an old man who is not easy to live, this affection, let my heart warm, the bad old man took out an old gourd from his arms, carefully filled my cup with wine, a little distressed: " This wine is very strong, don't drink too much, Brother Fan drink slowly", "I don't drink alcohol." When I met a bad hero today, I hit it off at first sight, and it was difficult to win. But this cup may not be finished", white lies are sometimes the best way to express the heart. He rubbed his hands together with joy, enthusiastically helped me break the dried fruits, and asked me to eat more, and every time I praised the deliciousness, he was so happy that he was in a trance. It's like when I was a kid, sitting with my father. In the same way, he helped me break the dried fruit and watched me eat it kindly, and I ate happily. He's happy, too. The most sincere feelings in the world are nothing more than this, many things, when lost, can never be recovered, only to know precious, some emotions, when inadvertently missed, recalled. I regret it, and we always look ahead on the road of life. We don't pay much attention to our surroundings, we are always looking for the next goal, but we don't know where the destination is, we always keep running, afraid of falling behind others. But I forgot what I was running for.

The old man's wine is really strong. The first sip, a line of throat, no wonder he cherished, with the wine entrance, he slowly let go, there is no fairy between us, mortal difference, in his eyes, I am just a junior, a good boy who is willing to listen to his nagging, I also enjoy this scene, quietly listen to him, how to cross the rivers and lakes back then, happy and enmity, depreciate those metaphysical powers, how to fight not into the stream, praise how I am kind-hearted, respect the old and love the young, my face, rare red. The drunken and hazy bad old man suddenly sighed: "This person! You can do whatever you want, but you can't exceed the rules", seeing that I was puzzled, and said: "I am happy to be enmity, but I have never had a clear conscience, those immortals, there are also joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, so they fight, but they would rather fight like a scoundrel, than exceed the rules", I roared in my heart, is this bad old man the legendary sweeping monk? After he finished speaking, he lay on the table, and the sound sounded, and he fell drunk.

I looked left and right, it was indeed a lonely bad old man, a glass of wine was put down, he slept so naturally, he slept so much without distractions, and he was a little envious in his heart, although he was lonely, but he was not tired, although he was small, but he was easy to be happy and satisfied, although he was dying, he could see through more than a monk who had lived for thousands of years. In a sigh, he carried him to the bed, covered the quilt, closed the door, drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, and flew straight to the cave. Along the way, I felt a little numb, this bad old man's wine is really good, I feel it after drinking a glass, buy some with him one day.

This duel, nine deaths and one life, especially in the end to the body of the grave, in my current realm, hurt others and hurt myself, I don't know how long it will take to recover, this is good, there must be constant turmoil outside, through the retreat practice to hide, there are not enough things, sit down and settle down, pass on the trick, but for a while I feel that something is wrong, how can this person become more and more excited, it is difficult to settle down, and the old man's words always sound from time to time in my heart: do what you want, do not exceed the rules. Could it be that I drank too much wine? Let's get a good night's sleep first, and as soon as I wanted to get up, the dantian suddenly burst out, and a huge spiritual power that was uncontrollable rushed left and right in the dantian, broken, and the injury was too serious, and I didn't have time to think about it. The spiritual power is galloping, knowing the waves of the sea, but the huge spiritual power is constantly pouring out, where does the spiritual power come from, I have never taken the elixir, nor have I used the Yuan Jing to practice, how can I not create it, I can't manage so much, all the exercises will be practiced, and the spiritual power is still not exhausted, this is the rhythm of death.

When I was at a loss, that sentence sounded in my heart like a demonic disease: do what you want, don't exceed the rules. Unconsciously the magic technique is launched on its own: the heart has a thousand knots, how to do what you want? Do not exceed the moment set by whom? How can you talk about doing what you want without exceeding the rules? Ask your heart, ask your heart, and have a clear conscience! Worthy of yourself, worthy of your relatives, worthy of heaven and earth, worthy of the Tao, worthy of not shirking, is responsible, worthy of not lying, is practiced, knowing is not ashamed, acting is not ashamed, knowledge and action are unashamed, my way is complete, I am a one-year-old Dao heart!

With the realization in my heart, that huge spiritual power, no longer bound by the law, wandering the whole body, muscles, bones, skin can be tolerated, flesh and blood can be tolerated, the soul can be accommodated, can also be tolerated, not tolerated, dissipated in the heaven and earth, between the blockage and sparseness, between gains and losses, do as you like, above the sea, the eyes of heaven and light flicker, and a rune flashed: "Dry shape of the sky, the earth and the sky descend from the air, the middle of the day and the sky, the kun shape of the earth, the round mound of the heaven and the earth, the palace of the sun and the earth, the oblique curve of the moon and the earth, the kiss of the road, the respect of the people!"

According to Fang Yuan later, during that time, the location of my cave house, the wind and clouds changed color, the earth shook the mountains, sometimes ghosts cried wolves, clouds were thick, sometimes auspicious clouds filled the sky, The golden light flickered, the power of the sect was all alarmed, and several symposiums were held, some said that I had entered the demon, and it was a rare demon, and it must be killed as soon as possible, and some said that I was a genius who was difficult to see in the ages, the star of hope of the sect, must be strictly protected, focus on cultivation, and quarreled for this, the last ancestor spoke, whether to kill or raise and wait for me to get out of the customs, but I disappointed everyone, neither into the demon, nor any progress in the realm, or the original Hang Erlang as a look. (To be continued)