Ancient martial arts, misty peak, back mountain.

At this time, it was already dusk.

Dusk is the moment when the sunset pulls down the night. For some reason, it always seems to give people a feeling of loneliness.

The evening glow is always like a red sun falling and falling from the Cangshan Mountains in the west. The clouds are colorful and changing.

Chen Ruolin was sitting alone on a rock in Houshan, looking up at the sky, her eyes were a little dazed, and a breeze blew through, disrupting the hair in front of her forehead.

"Liner, do you think clearly?" Fan Hui, the head of Piao Miaofeng, is also the master of Chen Ruolin. Looking at her beloved apprentice, she felt some pain.

"Master, Tuer already thinks clearly." Chen Ruolin turned back and smiled at the master.

"Liner, you need to understand that if you want to cultivate too much love, then you will forget everything in the world, and the master hopes that you will be careful." Fan Hui sighed and walked to Chen Ruolin, watching the lost souls She couldn't bear it, she reminded.

Too much to forget, that was the self-cultivation method created by the ancestors of the misty peak. Since the ancestor was sent to practice alone, no disciples have ever practiced, and everyone who dares to do so in the opening chapter of the sorrow is too afraid to cultivate.

Although the cultivator cuts everything, cuts red dust, and throws away everything in this world, but there are several people who can do it.

There are rumors that the Kaipai ancestors of the misty peaks are too embarrassed to cultivate to a certain level, and then they rise day by day. There are also rumors that the Kaipai ancestors have cultivated to be too embarrassed and have gone first.

Too much to forget, as the name implies, to forget all feelings, to achieve the situation, to, do not do, not to do, to affectionate love, although it is love for yourself, but love for the world, this is too love General outline.

It sounds like grief and compassion, and it seems to be the responsibility to save the world, but in fact this is just a way of saying gold for oneself. Too much to forget is just a way of pursuing the avenue, practicing, and thinking about life.

But once you enter the path, you will forget all your feelings, explain the white point, and cultivate this mentality, and the practitioner will completely become an idiot robot who wants to cultivate for cultivation.

"Liner, the teacher doesn't want you to practice too much, and you shouldn't rush to answer the teacher. You think about it for a while, and come to me after you really want it!"

Fan Hui patted Chen Ruolin's shoulder and sighed before leaving.

"Why, why do you treat me this way?" After her master left, Chen Ruolin shook her shoulders and said to herself.

"Why, don't you come to me? Why is this? Whoo!" Chen Ruolin cried with her arms around her knees, venting all her grievances.

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"Barriers are forbidden, forbidden to enter, otherwise, kill!"

A cold warning came from the barrier!

"Brother Fan, don't get me wrong, it's me, Dan Zong Yang Fan." Dan Zong Yang Fan brought two Jin Danqi disciples to the barrier between the world and the spiritual world. Hearing the voice, Yang Fan hurried to report to his family.

To Yang Fan, the disciple of Jiantian Sect, he knows very well that this guy in Jiantian Sect is completely a sword idiot. If he says he is a step slower, he believes that the disciple in Jiantian Sect who guards the barrier will not hesitate. His sword-drawing took a second.

One is dominated by alchemy, and the other is based on attack. Although both of them are also in the infancy, they are stubborn and weak.

"Oh, it ’s Brother Dan Zong of Yang Zong. Who are we? Why are you here?" Fan Wei, a disciple of Jiantian Jianzong, put his right hand on the hilt of his sword, then flashed in shape and appeared in Yang Fan laughed in front of him.

"Danzong is magnificent, Feng Ming has met his predecessor Fan!" Two Jin Danqi disciples behind Yang Fan saw Fan Wei hurriedly saluting.

"Brother Fan, to tell you the truth, I also took the task of the teacher. I just returned from the task. After passing through this place, I have a lot of interruptions. I hope Brother Brother forgive me."

Yang Fan arched his hand in the direction of Brother Fan, who broke the sky.

"Where, where, Brother Yang is polite!" Fan Wei, who was not eloquent, was fainted by Yang Fanwen's creases, scratched his head, and laughed.

"Brother Fan, why are you alone here?" Yang Fan asked, stepping forward.

"Several other brothers were called back by the teacher and left me alone. By the way, Brother Yang, you still have Po Erdan, brother I buy one, this is two hundred spirit stones, you click . "

Fan Wei flipped his hand and a storage bag appeared in his hand, looking at Yang Fan.

"Brother Fan, what are you talking about, promise, it's just for you, based on the relationship between our brothers and what to buy! If you do this again, I will be angry." Yang Fan's heart moved suddenly, suddenly between palms A black elixir appeared, and then extended his hand forward to Fan Wei.

"No, no, one yard at a time, I am ashamed of you!" Fan Wei waved his hands again and again, refusing.

"Brother Fan, where are you ashamed of? Isn't it normal for me to send you elixir? Besides, we have such a good relationship. Maybe I need your help in the future, no." Yang Fan pushed the broken Erdan in his hand into Fan Wei's hands, and kept patting on the horse.

A few simple words made Fan Wei a bit of a baffle.

"Brother, you can take this elixir. I went on a mission some time ago and just brought a bottle of flowers from Master. Rarely meet you here, how about a drink." Yang Fan hit the iron while hot, from Take out Master ’s exclusive wine from the storage bag.

"Good wine! It is indeed a hundred flowers!"

Although the bottle was not opened, a scent of wine came out, and the thick scent of wine immediately made Fan Wei take a few sips and slap his lips a few times.

The monks in the spirit world are too familiar with Baihua Brew. However, this is from the head of Danzong. Drinking a sip can not only stabilize the practice, but also improve the monk ’s knowledge. Who can hold back and who do not want to drink? Last bite.

But when they think of the price of Baihua Brew, they are relieved. Baihua Brew has a price but no market. At the auction in the spirit world, which is not auctioned at a price of more than five thousand spirit stones, for these monks who ca n’t afford Baihua Brew It is eager to wear.

For Fan Wei, who hasn't drunk Baihua Brew, he still can't bear it at this moment, and the maggots in his heart have already been caught.

"Come, brother, I'll fill you up and taste it. Maybe after drinking this cup, you will be able to break through Yuan Ying's mid-term repair."

Yang Fan saw Fan Wei staring at Baihua Brew in his hands. With one stroke of his hand, a stone table, two stone chairs, and two wine glasses made of jade appeared in front of him.

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