Dugu was born in defeat.

As soon as the divine sword came out, who competed, Daoist Fang held the Juntian Sword to challenge the twelve Taoist priests under Lu Daochang of Wuzifeng, and challenged them one by one, all of them were undefeated.

If you seek defeat, you will be defeated.

The wind is no longer magical, the donkey pulls the millstone, how fast do you want him to go?

The wind rises and the green is green.

Not to mention, when Daoist Fang returned to Baicao Peak with his sword, it was already dark.

There is no moon, no stars, just like the mood of Daoist Fang, as dark as the Jun Tian Sword.

You say, "Why is that?"

Daoist Fang suddenly thought very much about his Wuzen brother, if Wuzen came to make this sword, maybe he could-

Of course, Fang Yin returned to Wuzifeng not to compete in martial arts and swords, Fang Yin was to resign.

Tomorrow morning, Fang Yin will be leaving.

It was overcast, the wind was cold, and it seemed like it was going to rain.

Okay, go to Liangzhou, the old master and Fang Yin, and Lingxiu, and Qingyun.

It's time.

Originally, one hundred and eight was going to go, but there was still a small one hundred and eight, and one hundred and eight couldn't let go.

At this time, the benefits of being alone are revealed.

But the chief of the Su Dao will not go, and the chief of the Su Dao said that he will die in the mountains.

Mu Zhangjiao will not go, the thousand-year lawsuit between the Shangqing Sect and the True Dragon Sect has not yet been completed, and Long Zhen is coming. Niu Dazhi, Hu Feifei, Zhao Ben, Yuan Shi, and the senior brothers and disciples of Shangqing, they were all very envious of Fang Yin, and their envy was beyond words, and they were extremely envious. Come late, go early, say go and go in the middle, this Fang Taoist priest, always get special treatment and special attention, only he can travel around or talk about experience, but others cannot.

But Fang Yin was also very envious of them.

A person has a person's life, and it is good to do his own thing.

Just like Senior Brother Yue Lingyue, he had been practicing in retreat since he came back from Wanhe Valley, and Fang Yin hadn't seen him.

Mu Zhangjiao said that in the future, he would pass on the position of Shangqing Zhangjiao to him, and Fang Yin was not suitable.

It doesn't fit either.

The darkness of the night is so deep that who can sleep peacefully?

They all slept, they all slept, their eyes widened and they looked at the roof, which was the room of the chief of the dormitory.

That year, that day, Fang Yin also slept here.

A pair of eyes looking at each other through the window, warm and moist, like two curved moons.

Straight, just woke up.

To gain, he said, is to lose.

To lose, he said, is to gain.

He said, I don't have anything to say, I'm already very happy that you can come back alive.

Like sleeping, like waking up, what a long dream.

The morning light rises from the top of the East Mountain, reflecting the sky everywhere, shining through the clouds and mist on the earth, sprinkling thousands of rays of light.

The wind of the night blew away the dark clouds and scattered the sorrows.

One waits for the water to start to freeze, the second waits for the ground to freeze, and the third waits for the pheasant to enter the water for a mirage.

On this day, the beginning of winter, the second day of October.

It is cold in the north, especially in the mountains, and the water in the basin has formed a thin layer of ice in the morning, and it is so cold that it hurts to the hands.

Bang la, bang la, Daoist Fang bent his waist and snorted his palms: "Sizzle-"

In boiling water, cooking.

Cooking another pot of rice, born to work hard, Daoist Fang has to do it when he comes back, and he can't let the little one hundred and eight do it.

One hundred and eight stood behind him, thoughtful.

Just came back, are you leaving? One hundred and eight can't figure it out, one hundred and eight can't bear it.

But one hundred and eight has grown up and is sensible, so one hundred and eight didn't say anything.

"Click, click, click!" Qingyun stood outside the firewood room, hissing with joy, and stepping down with his head and tail high, as if he couldn't wait. Whoever is going to be Ling, stepping on the world with four hooves, Qingyun has great ambitions, and now the time is ripe. The old master, the chief of the dormitory, and the Lingxiu monk, the three of them sat in front of the room and chatted, and there was no match. No one is sad, gathering and dispersing people's normal feelings, maybe only one hundred and eight are really sad. Maybe the only one who was really sad and sad was Daochang Lu, Daoist Lu cried again when Daoist Fang resigned, and he cried very sadly, it turned out that Daoist Lu was a sentimental person.

Daoist Fang didn't cry at that time, life is like this, Daoist Fang has already seen it.

Of course, Daoist Fang cried last night, and when he woke up in his dream, his tears were wet on his pillow, needless to say.

Don't cry!

Dine!

The first thing in the world, the first thing in the world!

Finally tears fell, tears fell again, and the light and tasteless soup needed to be salted, even if it was bitter.

Rice porridge, very fragrant.

Hot, sticky and fragrant, there's no better breakfast than this.

Four people are eating, Qingyun is eating, one hundred and eight is eating, and the little one hundred and eight is breastfeeding.

But no one spoke, and the meal was eaten quietly, and after all, I still felt a little depressed, why.

Mu Zhangjiao is here.

Mu Zhangjiao dragon and tiger step forward, Mu Zhangjiao stride forward, there is always laughter and laughter where Mu Zhangjiao is there. But this time, Mu Zhangjiao didn't speak. Mu Zhangjiao looked at Fang Yin, wanting to say something, but he didn't say anything after all. Mu Zhangjiao was smiling, but the slightest smile lines at the corners of his eyes showed a little worry, and there was a trace of gray hair on his sideburns. Regarding Fang Yin, the problem of the Dragon Sect Master did not stump the Su Dao Leader, but the Mu Zhangjiao thought about it and muttered in his heart without saying it-

The chief didn't care at all.

Maybe one day, the long-term grievances between the Shangqing Sect and the True Dragon Sect will end on Fang Yin.

Not to mention, the coming day is long, and Fang Yin is about to go to the battlefield.

This time, it was different, there was Mu Zhangjiao, there was Su Dao Chang, there was a hundred and eighty family of three, there was the old master, Lingxiu and Qingyun to accompany him, Fang Yin was no longer lonely. After eating, he went on the road, a rope was crossed and tied to his shoulders, Fang Yin carried the Jun Tian Sword, and still carried the green sac that Lu Daochang gave him with him, and there was nothing left in it, only a few books. The old master picked out a few books for him in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, a Taoist scripture, a book on the art of war, and three sword books. There is a long way to go, and Fang Yin still has a lot to learn.

The cold wind is Xiaoxiao, the fallen leaves are Xiaoxiao, and the heaven and earth are also Xiaoxiao.

A trail with twists and turns.

The three of them walked in front, and Qingyun walked behind.

The old master was carrying a sword, the monk Lingxiu was carrying a basket, and one hundred and eight was sitting on Qingyun's back with the little one hundred and eight, and the little one hundred and eight was surprisingly well-behaved today.

Little One Hundred and Eight has never ridden a horse.

This is not eighteen phases, this is one hundred and eight phases, and the two of them have been sent to the foot of the mountain.

Two monkeys looked at three people, and a horse disappeared into the sky, at the end of the road.

That's southwest.