Those memories are constantly surging, which makes Ning Fan gradually realize the enlightenment, and thoughtfully looks at the pines in the devil.

He remembered the snow of the city of Qimei, the cold plum in the snow, with the warmth of the home, like a brand, deeply engraved into his bones...

He remembered the old Luoshu tree in the ghost bird's tomb, and remembered the bamboo sea in the tree world. In the hollow bamboo, there is also a section of deep bones...

He remembered the undead tree in the ruins of the ancient heaven. This tree was born because he swallowed his wings, but he also withered because he saved people. Under the dead tree, he fought past life, and also fought this life. Enemy, why not fight?

He remembered the willow tree that saw +++m in the blood of the Killing Temple. It was planted by the giant door when he killed the young man. He once realized the eternal life under the tree. When the Tao was completed, he said, 'wood is still like this. How can I sigh...

This is loose, not right...

In his life, there are too many memories related to trees, but there are no memories of pine trees...

The pines in this demon symbol contain the insights of the extremely deep wood, but these sentiments are all the feelings of others.

Taking advantage of the savvy of the heavens, Ning Fan can learn from others' feelings and integrate into his own magical charms, but he can't take the hearts of others and take them away.

Just like, he can imitate the wood four, draw the shadow of the little April into his own magic, but can not draw the unforgettable feelings of the wooden four for the small April...

Why is the Buddha's character in the wood four able to exert a bit of power, but other tree spirits can't do this?

Is it because of this, the most profound heart of Mu Si...

Heartbeat...heartbeat...

Ning Fan brows his wrinkles, his magic charm, less the heart...

"The method used by the Musong Taoist to teach the four hands of Mushou is called the ruthless method... The first step is to combine the deepest heart and the feelings of the Tao. It is also drawn into the Buddha's symbol. The second step seems to be It is necessary to completely erase the heart from the bottom of the heart, so as to achieve a virtual state of heart breaking into the heart... The approximate steps seem to be like this. I have not used this method, and I can only guess one by one..."

"Mu Si has done his heart. But he can't do it. He can play a bit of power, but he can't have his own palm. If I were him, most of them could also embed the heart into the magic, but Most of the time, I can’t do it.”

"People are not grass, you can be ruthless. If you really have a ruthless realm, you will be considered a sinister person... The method of Musong Tao people may help me step by step. It is just that this method is not suitable for me... and I I always feel that this method is still embarrassing, and there is nothing wrong with it. I can’t say it for a while..."

"If I am a wooden four, I will keep that heart in the magic, but I will never erase that initial heart..."

Ning Fan’s eyes gradually became clear. Raise the hand and correct the pattern in the magic symbol one by one.

That is loose. It was erased by him and replaced by a tree carrying the memory of his monasticism.

That is a cold plum!

Mei replaced the pine, and the strokes of the magic symbol did not change, but the feeling of giving people was different. That Mei seems to contain thousands of deep feelings, enough to trigger the viewer's resonance...

"Mei, carrying the warm memories of my cultivation, there is plum. There is a home, no matter how long the wandering, not alone."

Wu Lao Ba and others are all looking at each other. They only think that the plum tree of Ning Fan’s new painting has an indescribable mystery. Why, but I can’t say it...

Adding strokes is just a quantitative change; from pine to plum, it is a qualitative change.

The wood looked at the plum tree in Ning Fan's devil, and only he saw some doorways. That plum tree, incorporating the emotions of Ning Fan, but that emotion, but no sadness...

Only, warm...

In this warmth, there may have been bitter memories, such as the old devil, such as his parents, such as Ning Gu...

However, looking back on the past, Ning Fan’s heart is not sad, but this is the current four, no matter what can not be done.

Mei replaces pine, and the strokes of the magic symbol are still 178 paintings. However, compared with the previous magical symbols, the wooden roads contained are powerful, and there is a hint of power in the vagueness.

According to the method of the wood pines, the heart can be enchanted into the magic symbol, and a force can be repaired. If the heart is destroyed, the palm position can be completely repaired...

Heart, Ning Fan can be easily done.

When the heart is gone, Ning Fan can detect the difficulties. It is not impossible to do it in the day and night, and he does not want to do this.

Among the plums, there is his deepest feelings, erasing this feeling, and ignoring his heart, missing this feeling, perhaps he can be successful, but it is no longer him.

The heart is not destroyed, he does not care, what he wants to do at the moment is to blend the heart and emotions into the magic.

The Avenue of the Woods became clearer in front of his eyes, and along the way he came, he seemed to... see his own wooden avenue...

"What is wood? Wood is the root of the five elements. If the tree has no roots, it cannot survive. If people have no roots, then there is no home..."

Ning Fan stared at the plum tree in the devil, and in the plum tree he found his root.

His roots, in the rain world, in Vietnam, in the city of Qimei, in the days of countless winds and snows...

His wooden avenue is also the root, without roots, without him...

Wu Lao Ba was confused. He seemed to see the memory of his childhood from the plum tree painted by Ning Fan.

He remembered the earthen house in his hometown and remembered the big mulberry tree in the yard. When he remembered that year, he was still a mountain village boy. He did not practice the monk, did not kill anyone, did not have a bad water, and did not have the name of Megatron for four days. But there is... home...

Innumerable sun-drenched evenings, he sat under the mulberry trees outside the earthen house, waiting for the mother to drive the car, returning from the city, waiting for him to lift him up, waiting for the mother to wash his hands and cook... The face is already blurred in memory and can't be seen clearly. But there are still some things, engraved in the bones, how many years have passed, can not forget...

"Hua Wa, are you hungry?"

"The weather is cold, is it cold or cold?"

"...When the mother saves some more money, she will give me a new one..."

Wu Lao Ba Yan had tears, and 34 million years of loneliness repaired the road. He walked for too long and too long. He had forgotten for a long time and he had a family. It is as fierce as he is, and there is a soft place in his heart. It is not to be deceived by anyone, and it is not to be touched.

Song Guo Zen master is also confused, looking at the plum tree pattern, he also remembered the tree in his hometown, remembered the home before the monastic, remembered the mother and the night with the oil lamp. Give yourself a new shoe, think of that voice...

"I am going to have a good time. When the New Year is over, I will go to the city to study... I am going out, don't want to lose money, don't worry about the family, listen to Master's words..."

and after…

Later he entered the school in the city, four years of hard work, and later. Catch up with the chaos, and later, the mother is gone, the home is gone...

His heart was as gray as he was, and he broke into the empty door. He took the opportunity to go to the road of repairing the truth and repaired it to the realm of Xianzun. Today's Dong Tian Xiuzhen, he slammed his feet. The sky is shaking and shaking. He has a high weight. I have already forgotten where the grave of the mother-in-law is buried...

As a monk, his heart is actually awkward, with... sad...

The tree has roots, he, what else...

One by one, the wooden island doorman reveals a confused color. I remembered the tree in my hometown, and I remembered the yellowed but lively figure in my hometown memory...

"What is this understanding of the child! There is such a powerful force that can make group repairs sink into it!"

Wood four is a bit stunned.

There are a thousand different kinds of wooden avenues that a thousand people have realized. For example, the wooden seven sees the pine needles. The wood six saw the sound of the sound, and the wood five saw the pine...

What Ning Fan saw, what is it!

I don't know!

There is no difference in the Tao, but there is a difference between strength and weakness!

Obviously, the wooden avenue that Ning Fan realized has already taken shape, and it is very close to the origin of the wooden avenue. Otherwise, it is impossible to produce such a powerful force, which will cause resonance and resonance!

After a sudden, it is a deep sadness.

In the meantime, Musi seems to see the moving little girl again, step by step toward himself, and talk to himself.

He is a grass-rooted, no parents, no family, no feeling of warmth. Only in April, I have brought him the warmth of people...

In the face of a small April, he did not dare to have feelings, but he could not do anything ruthless...

He has forgotten the warmth that he brought to him in April, but the magical charm of Ning Fan has evoked all memories...

Have her, have a family to follow, no her, homeless...

People are not grass, you can be ruthless, he can’t do it, can’t do it...

"Wood is the avenue, with wood as the root, you can derive the Songzhi Road, the May Road, the Bamboo Road... The world's Wanmu, all belong to this road... To feel this way, you must find a point as a breakthrough. ..."

"Seven plums are my roots. Following this root extension, I saw more trees, such as shadows, listed behind them... These trees carry the memories that I walked along, only to incorporate these memories into the sentiment Among them, this plum tree is complete..."

Ning Fan continued to raise his hand, smashed a few strokes on the magic symbol, and painted the shadow of the ancient tree of the ancient Luo. Next to the sacred tree, he painted a shadow of the bamboo sea.

Hollow bamboo, there is a soul, the soul roots, in the bamboo heart. The root of the soul, the heart of bamboo, can not be divided...

Ning Fan remembered the cemetery, remembered the Mingque, remembered the demon mulberry, and remembered the past of his slanting tree world...

The strokes of the magic symbol are constantly increasing.

179 paintings, 180 paintings, 181 paintings... 198 paintings!

With 20 strokes, he painted the shadows of the ancient trees and the bamboo emperors. The pattern of the devils became the devil's seat, and the background was the shadow of the sacred trees and even the bamboo sea.

Ning Fan did not stop, on the background of the magic symbol, but also painted the shadow of the ancient heavenly undead tree, in this shadow, there is his obsession with the two immortal.

199 paintings, 200 paintings...

When the strokes of the magic character exceeded 200 paintings, Ning Fan suddenly looked at the eyes, and the 201st painting, he could not paint anyway...

The devil is also good, the Buddha is worthy, and the hundred paintings are the ancestors, but even if it is the ancient magic ancestors, there are not many people who can raise the magic to more than 200 paintings... After 200 paintings, it is not only necessary to add strokes. Feeling, more need to paint with the blood of the ancestors...

This point, Ning Fan does not know, but there is an instinct that urges him to do so.

"After 200 paintings, between me and this magical symbol, it seems that there is a diaphragm again... The blood in the body is burning, so that I have an instinct of the ancient demon, I want to dye my blood on the magic symbol... as if Only in this way can we continue to draw magic symbols..."

It seems that there is a voice from the blood, constantly urging Ning Fan, to dye the blood on the top of the devil.

Ning Fan only indulged for a moment, then obeyed this ancient magic instinct, raised his hand and bite his fingertips, above the magic symbol. Draw the blood of the 201st!

"This is... the blood of the progeny!"

Wu Lao Ba et al. have gradually awake from their memories, and they have noticed that Ning Fan’s move to dye the devil with his ancestors has been moving.

After the nine ancestors, there is no blood-deviled head in the world. If Ning Fan has his own blood, if it is transmitted, it will definitely cause shocks in the ancient magical world!

By the blood of the blood of the mother. Ning Fan shot like a power, and even painted 9 strokes on top of the magic character, and painted the shadow of half an undead tree.

The 210th, Ning Fan slightly, did not immediately draw, before the 9 strokes, actually used up his entire drop of Devil's blood!

When the blood of the ancestors was used, it could no longer be used for burning blood, but the ancestral power of Ning Fan did not weaken. Instead, it was a lot more mellow than before. The blood of the ancestors has been integrated into his magic. This makes Ning Fan at the moment have an illusion, as if only blood is melted into the character, he is the real ancestors! Only qualified to repair the ancient demon to the peak!

"The blood of the ancestors seems to be a necessity... Could it be that the ancestors of the ancestors also need to integrate into the spirits in the future? The ancestral blood also needs to be integrated into the heart?"

"Devil's blood, I have 4 drops, 1 drop of blood pressure. It is enough for me to add nine strokes on the ancestral character... If you want to continue to increase the strokes, you need to use other ancestors..."

Ning Fan did not hesitate. Blood is drawn again, and the blood of the mother is drawn into the magic symbol.

The second drop of the progenitor blood was exhausted, and Ning Fan drew a complete undead tree.

The third drop of the progenitor blood was exhausted, and Ning Fan painted the giant willow that was planted by the giant door.

The fourth drop of the progenitor blood was exhausted, and Ning Fan drew a complete picture of the giant willow. However, due to the exhaustion of his blood, he could not continue to increase the magic strokes.

The strokes of the magic symbol finally settled in 236 paintings!

Unfortunately, the blood of the mother is not enough... Otherwise, he can still be in the devil. Draw more trees and incorporate more emotions.

Perhaps, in the future, he will cultivate more blood, and he will continue to dye his ancestors with magic blood and add more strokes...

"There is a magical charm of 236 paintings! The master's cultivating genius is really terrible! If you continue to grow, at least it is the character of the nine great ancestors! If you can enter the ancient demon Jiuyuan, with the magic symbol, it is enough to attract a large number Avid magic repair, as a servant!"

Wu Lao Ba Xu Rong was greatly satisfied, his master is amazing, he can also have more face, isn't it. Feng Ningfan is the mainstay, and I don’t even feel any shame. It is not a shame to be a slave to the characters of the nine great ancestors! In the ancient demon, there may be many people who envy themselves!

The grief of Mu Si has faded, and instead it is a bitter smile.

"I don't know what this is, but I can see that this child has a passion for the past. There is no sadness in the emotions, but he looks back, but there is no sadness, only...warm... ”

"If I can also sweep my heart sad, maybe..."

As everyone knows, in the moment of giving birth to this thought in the four hearts of the wood, the bottleneck that has been trapped for many years, there is a slight loose!

Wood four was a glimpse, then sighed and closed his eyes.

He seems to... find the way to go in the future...

Not sentimental, not ruthless, but forgetting...

Forget too much...

Crossing the truth, leaving the air, breaking the mind... In fact, every step of the cultivation of the three realms of the immortality is to lead the monks to the path of forgiveness. However, there are too few monks who can really be too forgotten, and there are often only one or two people who have repaired 10,000 sen. Occasionally, a monk can be in the realm of emptying, so he will be too forgotten, such as Yuanyao; but some people have been repaired to Xianwang all the way, can not do this, such as Sen Luo.

In the past, Wood IV could not do this, but from now on, he will try hard to do it.

It is not to forget the little April, but to bury the heart and mind in the heart. Only forget the sorrow, but let the heart move and remain in the Buddha symbol forever.

Is this...the story that the younger brother said is ruthless...

It’s not a heart, it’s not a heart, but... a heart forget...

"Don't ask Xiaoyou Wu, what kind of wooden avenue?" Mu Si suddenly gave a smile, and the knot of many years seems to have finally solved some.

"It's the root..." Ning Fan gave a slight glimpse. It seems that Mu Si seems to have realized something, otherwise it will not be so relieved.

"Root?" Mu four hearted, slightly lost, said to himself, "Yes... she is my root..."

"..."

Ning Fan is speechless.

This dialogue can't be carried on anymore. This wood four is completely rooted in a deep-rooted look. How can I talk about his little April?

However, it seems that this person has no stunned eyes... I already want to understand how to deal with the karma in my heart...

"A little bit of a gift, send it to a small friend, thank you for your friendship."

Mu Si will build his true marrow. It was given to Ning Fan.

Ning Fan knows that some of his actions touched Mu Si, but he did not reject the thank-you ceremony. He accepted all the real woods and said goodbye to Mu Si. With the crowd, he walked toward the third forbidden place.

The ancient pine in the third forbidden area. It is stronger than the fourth forbidden land, and the cultivation of Shulingmusan is also much higher than that of Musi.

Listening to Song Guo’s Zen master, Ning Fan has a 236-character demon, and this wood is very moving. He threatened to look at the magical charm of Ning Fan, and he would like to hand over the real heart of Jianmu as a thank-you.

More than 200 paintings of magic and Buddha symbols are rare. In the middle of the sky. Almost no ancient Buddha has repaired more than 200 paintings; in the ancient magical world, since the suppression of the nine ancestors, it is even more impossible to see the owner of the 200 paintings.

Musan did not ask for anything. He only wanted to take a look at the magical symbols of Ning Fan, and he was sure to obtain confirmation from it.

Musan also showed his Buddha's charm to Ning Fan. Ning Fan just looked at his eyes and did not pay attention to it.

On the wooden road, Ning Fan has his own feelings. It is of little significance to draw on the feelings of others. And his ancient demon blood was exhausted. Temporarily unable to continue to add magic strokes. Musan wants to see him add strokes, but he can't see it.

After seeing the Buddha's symbol of Mu Si, and then looking at the Buddha's symbol of Musan, Ning Fan always felt that the Buddha's character of Musan was somewhat inconspicuous.

The four Buddha's symbols are integrated into the sentiment and integrated into the heart, in contrast. The Buddha's character of Musan did not have a heartbeat. Even if the strokes of the Buddha's paintings surpassed the four woods, they could not enter the eyes of Ningfan.

"Mu Si has already opened the knot, or one day, can regain the status of Muyi..."

Ning Fan showed the magic symbol to Mu San. Then I took away the true marrow and left. Then went to the second and first forbidden places, and only showed the magic symbol, and then the gift was gone.

The seven forbidden places, one by one, Ning Fan said goodbye to Song Guo and others, and returned to the Zen House alone.

Wu Lao eight leather candy sticks to Ning Fan, want to ask this cheap master to ask the wooden road, but was rejected by Ning Fan.

Sorry, Ning Fan has no time to take care of Wu Lao Ba. He has just created his own magic symbol and painted four drops of his blood. At this moment, when he is feeling, he cannot be disturbed.

Once in a meditation room, Ning Fan immediately broke into the Xuanyin world. With a wave of hands, hundreds of blue light groups flew into the sky, and under one condensation, they condensed into a green cloud of jade.

This drop of spirit liquid is the essence of building wood!

Feel the vast energy contained in the essence of Jianmu. Ning Fan said that it is not moving, it is fake. The energy contained in this piece of wood is completely comparable to a complete piece of heavenly crystal!

In other words, as long as the refining of this drop of real wood, Ning Fan can completely repair the complete wooden yin and yang!

The only trouble is that the cultivation of wood yin and yang, but also lack of a deep wood property exercises...

Above the island, there are several nine-star wood attribute exercises, but they are all Buddhist methods. Ning Fan is an ancient demon, and certainly will not practice.

There was no proper practice in the Tibetan Buddhist Scriptures sent by the Emperor of the Ancients. As a result, Ning Fan moved other thoughts.

He wants to create a martial art and write all the insights he has acquired this time!

In ancient times, some low-ranking emperors were able to create a nine-star martial arts. With Ning Fan’s cultivation now, and the understanding of the second world of heaven and earth, he is fully qualified to create his own exercises.

The magic symbol has been integrated into the power of the wooden road. If you create your own method, Ning Fan will create a wood magic. Nine major yin and yang, Ning Fan has been built into three, for the rain, war, dark, magic yin and yang is also the time to repair one!

"With my life, I have a lifelong experience, I have opened Taikoo..."

Ning Fan moved toward the direction of the tower of the Xuanyin, and he took a trick, and took a time to roll up the ancient magical magical method. He flew out of the tower and piled up in the clouds.

Ning Fan, once again, took the lead and flew directly into a millennium tower.

If you create your own exercises, then there are countless exercises that can be used as a reference...

The tenth day agreed with the wooden pines passed by.

In the courtyard of the temple, the two figures seem to go straight out of the endless void, which is the pine and the scorpion.

As soon as they appeared, they saw Ning Fan waiting under an ancient pine in the courtyard.

However, I have not seen it for ten days. At this moment, Ning Fan gave Musong and the scorpion a natural feeling.

It seems that they are standing in front of them, not Ning Fan, but a tree, a tree rooted in the island of wood and connected to nature. Even breathing, giving people a sense of endless life.

There is no doubt that this is a successful performance of the wooden road!

"Oh? I haven't seen it for ten days, and Xiaoyou's repair seems to have improved a lot..."

Wood Songzui was laughing, but his heart was really shocked.

If he did not misread, Ning Fan’s chaos was actually the fourth yin and yang in the tenth day!

What makes Musong unexpected is that the wooden path of Ning Fan’s body is extremely strange, and it is different from any woodwork he knows...

"This sub-repair, is it the lost magic? Some eyes have never heard of this work..."

Under the strange situation, Musong also asked with a mouthful, "I don't know what the name of the small friend is doing, is it?"

"The first volume of the Tao."

Ning Fan told the name of his own practice method to Musong.

The reason why it is called the Taoist, not the magical scripture, is because Ning Fan not only wrote the wooden yin and yang into the scriptures, but also changed the three yin and yang exercises of the rain, war and darkness, and then included them in the scriptures.

Instead of working together to cultivate twenty-seven exercises, Ning Fan is more willing to create a more complete practice, directly covering the twenty-seven yin and yang he has cultivated.

This is not easy to say, but it is not impossible for him to be a monk in the second world. (To be continued...)

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