Grasping Evil

Ning Fan gave Xue Qing a six-transfer medicine and ten five--transfer medicine. These Dan drugs are a rare treasure for Xue Qing, but they are just something for Ningfan.

Xue Qing was excited to accept the Dan medicine. After three beatings and nine worship, he immediately retired. He was anxious to dissect the Dan medicine and study it carefully.

He had never seen six-rotator pills in his life, excitedly acting like an old reckless boy.

Looking behind Xue Qing's hasty retreat, he preferred not to laugh. He received two apprentices in his life. He was a madman obsessed with Dandao.

Goat ancient is the second apprentice, Xue Qing is the first apprentice.

Goat Gu's Alchemy qualifications are higher than Xue Qing's, but Xue Qing's obsession with Dandao is much higher than that of Goat Gu, and Xue Qing's dog's nose is getting more and more spiritual, he can smell the medicine soul, and he can smell Ningfan's position, which is also a rare talent, right?

In monasticism, qualifications are not of the utmost importance. Perhaps one day Xue Qing's dancing skills will transcend the ancient sheep, because Xue Qing has an obsessive heart.

After Xue Qing left, Ming Yuetan left only Ning Fan and Blue Eyebrow and Bai Lu Er Daughter.

Like paper cranes, both women will be cultivated to suppress at the peak of the melting spirit.

Last night, Ningfan and the paper crane double-repaired to guide the fairy vein for the paper crane, broke through some small bottlenecks, and smoothed the obstacles to breaking through Jindan for the paper crane.

Today, we can't give each other anything. Naturally, we should also help Blue Eyebrow and White Herring to guide the fairy veins.

“Ningfan! Now that you're back, let's settle the old bill! Forty years ago you made up for me, and I'm not your opponent, but now I'm not what I used to be, huh? Today the elder of Japan must make up for you, pay for your vengeance, and make sure to repair you to the sky! ”

Liu Yu frowned, his breath was vicious and harsh, but his expression looked delicate. He poured directly into Ningfan's arms and began to touch Ningfan's chest. He wanted to put Ningfan's face on the ground.

If Fan's eyes were slight, could he be understood to mean that the herring was throwing a hug in his arms?

“Uh... the palace has some business to take care of.” Blue Eyebrow sees this, blushes, turns around and leaves, she is not as bold as a white eel and throws herself in a hug.

Blue Eyebrow just wanted to turn around, but was caught by Ningfan's hand and was not allowed to leave.

“Don't rush off, it's rare to see you again, I'll help you guide the fairy veins. ”

I'd rather earn money backwards, get out of the embrace of the white eel, and hold the white eel in my arms. Despite the slight struggle of Blue Eyebrow, holding Blue Eyebrow, one step turned into a bright light, headed towards Blue Eyebrow's maiden room, light car familiar road.

Blue eyebrows and white eel have not yet reacted. They have been brought into the room by Ningfan and pushed over the bed. As soon as the two women look at Ningfan's ambiguous smile, they immediately understand what is about to happen.

For 40 years now, the white eel has not been exposed to rain. Immediately, it looks like silk, gently and gently. Unbuckle its own coat and prepare for joy.

Blue Eyebrow is still a virgin, she only used the backyard to enjoy herself... she was a little nervous and a little stiff.

At the moment when Fan unravels the red tread, Blue Eyebrow seems to be expecting a shy drop in his eyelid... and today is doomed to be a day of active spring fragrance...

...

When twilight came, Fan left the Ghost Sparrow Sect.

After a cloudy rain, by means of dual cultivation, Ningfan carefully guided the fairy veins of the second daughter once.

Before leaving the Ghost Sparrow Sect, Ningfan ate the heart pills for Blue Eyebrow and White Eel, and told the second daughter that he would definitely solve the matter of the Great Jin merger.

The second daughter did not know how high Ning Fan Shu was, but after this double cultivation, both the second nuns surged dramatically.

Some of the small bottlenecks have been broken directly, even the Golden Dan bottleneck has been touched, and the second daughter can close the knot at almost any time.

Ningfan has studied with them only once, so that they can improve as much as they can for a year alone!

It is easy to imagine that Ningfan is now absolutely amazed, far beyond their realm, otherwise there can never be such a remarkable dual cultivation effect!

“He's... what exactly he's fixing now! Did Sister Paper Crane say Vegetarian Hou... really is he...” Blue eyebrows and white eels are all covered up, with a little surprise, more is joy.

They are naturally happy for Ningfan.

“Looks like I'll never make up for him again in my life..." Baiyu sighed deliberately, but his eyes clearly hid joy, what a woman with a bad heart.

Leaving the ghost bird, Fan hid his tracks and quietly went to some sects in Vietnam.

Too vain, purple light sect... preferred to walk through a sect, through the old site of the Hehuan sect, through the ruins of the heavenly departure sect...

There was a scene in his mind that reminded him that he was still a teenager and had to step on to repair the sea of true blood to avenge his death.

Pain, madness, sadness... 40 years later, it used to be like a dream of cloud smoke, and it couldn't make his heart lake a little worse.

He went to Hu's house and remembered the promise made for Hu Dan and Hu Jia Old Zhu Hu Feng three times.

He stood at the top of Cold Moon Mountain, in front of the mound from which he had left for Hu Feng.

Under his prestigious sanctuary, the Hu family is still alive, but Hu Feng's grave is full of weeds...

Ningfan squatted in front of Hu Feng's grave and gently sighed as he pulled the weed out of his grave.

“You sacrificed your life to protect the Hu family, but they forgot you, and even your grave was neglected...”

“It doesn't seem worthwhile for you to give for them today. ”

Ningfan stood up and looked at the sunset, silent and turned away.

He did not give any benefit to the Hu family, perhaps not the affection of the Hu family.

After a few minor steps, Ningfan has traveled from western Vietnam to Pingyun Mountain in the east.

Pingyun Mountain's spiritual energy is thin, and no monks practice here. There is only one village in the mountains, called Ping An Village, which is a mortal village.

This village is the mortal village that was inhabited by Ning Lonely.

Ning Fan and Ning have been apart for 40 years. He would very much like to meet his brother.

Along the mountain road, he rode twilight and slowly walked outside Ping An Village, looking at the slightly strange scenery, a little exclamation.

Mountain road outside the village is full of sparse camellias, there were not so many.

At the entrance of the village, several yellow-haired children are pouring butterflies, which is quite interesting.

At first sight, Ning Fan came and asked with a smile, "Is uncle a passing dealer? Want to stay in our village of peace? ”

“I'm not a trader, I'm not here to stay. I came to Ping An Village. I came here today only to find a late man. ”

“The late man? Who is uncle looking for? We can show you the way. But uncle said he came to Ping An Village. Why haven't we met him? ”

“Of course you haven't seen me... keep playing, you don't have to show me the way, I know the way. ”

How could these 7-8 year-old children have met him more than 40 years after he left the country without laughing?

He was distracted in the village and suddenly sighed. Many of the mortal mountaineers he had seen in that time were ancient.

Mortal life expectancy is so short, only for the last forty years, and so many old faces are missing...

Most of the elderly had been buried in the loess, and the youth of that year had become an elderly person.

Several elderly people sat at the entrance of the village smoking dry cigarettes and looked at Ningfan slightly familiar, but in any case could not remember where they had seen Ningfan, but smiled politely at Ningfan.

Forty years later, it is impossible for the memory of the elderly to remember the passers-by they met countless years ago.

Forty years later, children could not have seen Ningfan's voice.

Children don't know each other, they laugh and ask where guests come from... but they don't know where they come from.

Farewell to the children, smiling at the old newspaper in the village, Ningfan walked into the mountain village alone, familiarly passing through a hut and walking straight towards one of them.

On the wall of that hut, two old long bows were hung, and it was not known how many young people had not been pulled, and the paint was a little dark.

On both sides of the chai gate, inside the fence, all kinds of camellias were planted, but neglected to take care of them and produced a lot of weeds.

Rather banging the chai gate gently, he could feel the smell of a man in the hut. He knew it was his brother, Ning Lonely.

Hearing the sound of Ning Fan knocking on the door, the old man slowly walked out of the hut for nearly a year. The old man's eyes carried an indelible sorrow.

The old man's cloudy eyes were full of decay, but when he saw Ning Fan, he immediately gave a very complex expression, “You... you finally came...”

Then he coughed a few more times and grinned sadly. "I've been waiting for you for a long time. If I don't see you, I won't go with her in peace. ”

Fan looked at the old man and sighed deeply, “Ning Lon, how can you be like this? ”

This old man is Ning Lonely, full of wind cream, dripping old, no longer looks handsome.

I'd rather be a monk than a monk. Even if it were sealed, even if it had been practiced, it wouldn't be so fast...

“Doesn't this look good? Cough, cough, cough...” The old man coughed, grinning bitterly, "Dead in peace...”

“She died... and I didn't want to live alone, I wanted to die with her... except I had a wish that I couldn't die like this... sorry, I finally remembered you, but it only took me 40 years... sorry, brother! ”

The old man's eyes filled with tears. There was an indelible sorrow in his face, and suddenly he fell on his knees silently through the chai gate.

He remembered Ningfan, remembered all the sorrowful past. If he wanted to see Ningfan again, he could die in peace.

Now that he had seen Ning Fan, he apologized to Ning Fan. His death spirit was adorable, but his guilt could not be erased.

He felt guilty and hated that it took him forty years to remember that he had a brother named Ning Fan.

He was even more guilty. He was ashamed of his heart. He could not accompany Ningfan on the path of silent remediation.

“I can't believe Ann went...”

Ning Fan revealed his sigh, closed his eyes and remembered the mountain girl he had seen 40 years earlier.

The spiritual look still appeared in front of him, but man was gone.

An Nan is a mortal person, who is obsessed with Ning Lon.

She's dead, she's lonely, she's sad, and she'd rather feel a little...

“I obviously have the longevity pill... didn't she take it? If you eat it, you won't die. ”

“She didn't want to eat those good things, she kept them from me for a long time... she was a good woman...” The old man was heartbroken.

On the day of Anlan's death, he preferred to spread his kung fu on his own, spreading his body to cultivation.

He had the power, not so fast, but lost his power, and he quickly grew old, and his life span was numbered.

Only until I see Ning Fan again, I'd rather die alone.

“Brother, I'm sorry... I can't go down this road with you...”

“How can I force you to do something like that if you don't want to fix it? Get up and show me Ann's grave. ”

Ning Fan pushed open the chai gate, lifted Ning Lonely and sighed slightly.

He understands Ning Lon and knows what he is thinking at this moment.

He knew that this foolish brother had met him at the moment, but he had made his last wish and had begged for his death.

If there is no stopping, there is no stopping.

But he could do another thing for Ning Lon, which would still give him a happy and ordinary life.

“Okay, brother, I'll show you Enron! ”

Behind the house stands a short grave hill with a wooden tablet erected in front of it.

Grave of Loving Wife Enron...

I'd rather take out some candlepaper money from the house and light it in front of Ann's grave.

Remove two more pots and drink with Ningfan.

Wine is a tea and flower wine from Ping An Village with a light floral scent and little energy, warm throat and no spiciness.

Ning Fan stood in front of Enron's grave, single-handedly holding a wine bar, mumbled and drank a large sip.

I preferred not to drink, but to look at the grave of peace, grieving and grieving.

“How have you been all these years, monk... happy...”

“Whether I'm happy or not, I can't avoid this path but move on.” Prefer to speak calmly.

“I was very happy, I was very happy with the days I lived with Ann, and I couldn't help but be separated from her. I was averse to monastery, averse to fighting, averse to killing, averse to fighting, averse to that never-ending sea of mendacious blood... and I stubbornly did not preach the art of mending my true temper, but rather let her live her life in peace, because she was equally averse to fighting, averse to killing...”

“That's what I thought, and that's what I did. But when I died, I was lost again. Mortal life is so short, if I had been with Enron, would I have stayed with her longer... but before Enron died, she told me that she had no regrets about the life I had known...”

“Mortal life, mortal life and evening death, such as the dawn, such as the clearance of a white colt, is but a haste. ”

“A monk's life, long but tired, like an autumn cicada, like Fly Camp's doggy bee butterfly ants, is not true happiness...”

“I regretted and was lost, and my heart ached and I missed all that was with peace. If I preached, I might be able to live with her... but I was more convinced that if I lived again, I would make the same choice as her and be a mortal couple for the rest of my life. ”

“To be sick with her, to be old with her, to be calm with her, to die with her... that's my wish... brother, I want to go to peace with her, I'm sorry. This lonely path of mending, I can't walk you to the end, my heart can't be mended, I can only fill her shadow...”

Instead of talking alone, he suddenly lifted up the bar and drank a sip, but his life was rapidly passing away.

At the end of the wine, I preferred to look at Ningfan with loneliness, but turned my head gently towards the tranquil grave.

“Well, I've met my brother, and my wish is gone, and I'm here to find you... you've waited a long time for me... and for the rest of my life, I'd like to meet you in the blooming season of tea flowers, but I'm not confident that I'll find you again in the sea...”

Quietly leaning against the gravestone, she fell down gently, smiled and died.

Ning Fan felt a pain in his heart, closed his eyes and stood for a long time.

He had countless means to revive Ning Lon, but he didn't do anything.

I would rather be alone than suffer too much in this life, so I would rather give him a new life.

I would rather live the life of a mortal than be reunited with peace. All these wishes can be satisfied by anyone.

“None of you will die... Ann, when I gave you a hairpin with a sword, not only to protect you, but also to keep your soul...”

Ning Fan spoke to himself and whisked his sleeve. Ning Lonely's body disappeared. Then he added a grave in front of Ann's grave and stood a tablet. He wrote:

Little brother Ning Lonely's Tomb.

In other words, Ning Fan shot at each of the two graves, and the two ghosts flew out of the graves in confusion. It was peace and loneliness.

“Sleep a little...”

Ning Fan gently instructed the two souls to sleep, put the two souls into their sleeves, and left Ping An Village to head south of Vietnam.

I don't know how many realms I've crossed, but I'd rather go all the way through the calculations and end up staying outside the city pool of a mortal kingdom.

Country name Tang Guo, city name Changan.

In Chang 'an City, there are two Shiqiao families, and the wife of the family are all here today.

The two families were married for generations, the mansion was only one wall apart, and the two wives were present on the same day.

The two parties agreed to be siblings if the two newborn babies were of the same sex.

If a man or a woman, set the doll's kiss.

Today, the two ladies are in the pot at the same time, it was a day of great happiness, because the two ladies are difficult to give birth at the same time, and the two ladies are weak, the best stable woman in the city, the doctor has nothing to do, asserting that the lives of the two ladies are on the line.

Ningfan has calculated that the two unborn fetuses are male and female.

Ningfan also figured that without his intervention, both wives would die today as a result of difficult labor...

He took out the soul of Ning Lonely and tranquil, quietly hid himself, came to the two families, and placed the two souls into the bellies of the two ladies respectively.

Spin, he personally pushed the magic to help two difficult wives give birth to their children.

When two beautiful babies were born at the same time, the doctors and steady women were all stunned.

“How, how is that possible! I can't believe I was born! ”

“Is there a fairy spirit who saved the two ladies?! ”

Rather than show up, it was a sudden surprise.

He saw a white line from the body of two babies, Ning Lonely and Anlan, which stretched out his body. The two white lines wanted to be connected to each other, but could not be connected.

“It's... what line! ”

Never knew there would be such a white line in a human body. He scouted through the white line and noticed an extraordinary avenue of power with vast life!

“By connecting their white lines, they will not be separated by birth.” In the Yin and Yang locks, Luo Yi suddenly warned.

“Does this white line have such a purpose? ”

Ning Fan was surprised, but acted according to his words, holding the white line between the two, and gently clamping them on their little fingers.

The white line is not visible to the naked eye. Even if it is purified or broken, it is not necessarily visible. It is unusual for Fan to suppose implicitly.

“With this line, no matter how many times you and Enron are reincarnated, you will be reunited. That's fine. Finally, it's all yours. ”

“Ning Lon, whatever you want, I will give it to you because I am your brother, your elder brother like father. Since your wish is to be a mortal couple in the life of peace, I will grant you such a life, but remember. A woman who has slept with her will have to protect her for the rest of her life and not let her get hurt in half. Since this is the path you have chosen, always follow it, remember! ”

If Fan stays hidden, he can only hear him if he is alone.

Ning Lonely Ming was just a little baby, but he didn't cry. He opened his dark painted eyes and stared in the direction of Ning Fan. He didn't know what to say.

Perhaps this is a thank-you and assurance to Ningfan.

“Next time I see you, I don't know what year or month...”

Ningfan was a little rushed, one step away, and flew away from Tang Guo.

On this day, he personally buried Ning Lonely, and personally promised Ning Lonely once more. There was a hint of understanding in his heart about the turn.

That understanding is the understanding of life and death, and life and death are included in the circle.

Because of these insights, he saw the weird white line...

“I saw them both die and erect their graves with my own hands. I wish they'd be reborn and reincarnated with their own hands... and it feels so subtle...”

“But the white line, what exactly...”

Ning Fan's heart touched, a pack of storage bags, and took out a volume of yellow, unspoken ancient books. It was found by chance in the Ghost Sparrow Sect in that year. It is the legacy of the immortal Emperor Zidou.

This book is not a kung fu technique, nor does it document any cultivation, but it leaves a delicate mood for Purple Dou to bury his friends.

Ancient books without words have long since revealed a small poem because they have touched the edge of the power of the revolution.

“Man dies like a lamp, blows back.” The death of immortals is as far away as it goes, and the life of immortals is not restored.

With this poem in mind, Fan walked past a subordinate cultivation country and stood at the top of an unknown deserted mountain.

He tacitly noticed that there seemed to be a power in the white line similar to that of palm life and death.

“What line...” he asked himself.

“That's the way of life. Tsk Tsk Tsk, I didn't expect you to send your brother back to life, so I can get a sense of life and death, so I can see the path of life. It really surprises my sister. If this encounter comes out, I don't know how many shattered old monsters in the Nine Realms want to envy you.” Ro shuddered and sighed.

“The Way of Life? What is that?” Fanfan wondered.

“That is the path only a fairy can see. It is an essential step for a fairy! Those dispersed fairies, dispersed demons, and dispersed demons often fail because they are unable to understand the path of life. The hardest step in the path of Cheng Xian is to realize life and death. You can see the path of life, which will greatly help Cheng Xian in the future. Now, it has no use.” Lo Psi explained.

“Well... it turns out this thing is the way of life...”

Ning Fan stood at the top of Mount Doe, one stop was eight days.

Throughout the eight days, his mind repeatedly realized life and death and lifted his palms, and he could see a ray of white lines of life from the palm lines.

On the ninth day, Fan Fan, no longer aware, returned to Vietnam.

About to go to Song Guo to participate in the Great Jin Parallel Congress.

“Jinjun, the resentment of the time, is now over..." preferred to walk between the winds and the clouds, apathetic.

...

Song Guo, Linshuicheng, and the National Convention is held here.

Over Linshuicheng, countless lights, buildings and boats fly uninterrupted, hundreds of thousands of brothers gathered in Linshuicheng to participate in the congress.

Most of the monks who came to Water City belonged to the eleven countries that had been coerced by Jin Guo.

Above this congress, the patriarchal forces of the eleven cultivators must give Dajin a reply, either choose to belong, or choose to perish.

In a large palace in the heart of Linshui City, a monk in a black dragon robe sits high on the throne, just like Jinjun.

Beneath Jinjun, sitting two other Shinto monks, are the Shinto gods of the Rain Palace.

One of them had a long initial breath and almost touched a bottleneck in the middle of the temperament, with white hair, which was the snow-dominated one.

Another deity appears to have just been promoted, and its boundaries are still unstable, ugly and overwhelming. This ugly man, named Yun Yu, was once an angel of the Rain Palace, but after breaking through the Divine Divine Divinity, he became an elderly man and was sealed with great honor.

Behind the two elders, there were also more than a dozen Divine Divine Envoys, all of whom were cultivated during their infancy.

Among the gods, there was a late blind, dual-purpose metabolic infant, less arrogant than he was, surrounded by intense death.

He is a cloud freak, a man who wanted to spend money to buy Yin Su Qiu a smile.

“Oh, this parallel congress is just a formality. It is easy to suppress the eleven kingdoms by cultivating the Divine Jin Dynasty. Even though the eleven kingdoms do not want to attach themselves, they dare not disobey. There should be no short-sighted forces to disobey the Jin Dynasty order?” Xuezheng smiled.

“Snowflake said that although some small forces were unwilling to submit, they had to destroy a few forces at this parallel congress, kill a chicken monkey, and I'm sure all the other forces will be good enough to attach me to Dajin. By the way, how dare you ask Yun Miao Miao to come in person?” Jinjun revealed his anticipation and punched Yunlei with courtesy. What he called the deputy lord, naturally, was the deputy lord of the Temple of the Unseen.

“Not only will my deputy lord of the Temple of Heaven come, but there will also be a great figure.” The clouds are strong and not salty.

“Oh, who else is coming?” Jin Jun was surprised.

“Lord Wu Muhou!” Yet Jinjun was astonished when the tone of Yunxue was blunt.

“What! A big figure like Wu Muhou would participate in my grand and small parallel congress! I'm so flattered! His identity was low. He had never seen Wu Muhou before. If Wu Muhou arrived at that time, a friend of Lau Yunlei Tao helped him to introduce him. ”

“I hear there are other sects in Vietnam who are openly opposed to being attached to the Great Jin?” Yun Li didn't like Jinjun's tendentious expression, he switched the subject randomly.

“Vietnam? It's just a subordinate cultivation of the real world, what can I fear? Above this congress, Benjun will knock on Vietnam and see which country dares not bow to me!” Jinjun grinned.

“I advise you not to underestimate Vietnam, which is just a kind reminder..." Yun Yu remembered the figure of a teenager and suddenly had some temper.

He would not be willing to join the ranks of Jinjun unless he had been given the task of participating in the parallel congress because he had joined the Temple of the Unseen.

He preferred to sit down with the Vietnamese teenager.

When the demon was killed, he was reunited with the teenager and surprised by the power of his rapid progress.

Now, 40 years later, the teenager doesn't know whether to return to Vietnam or not, and how to fix it for...

If he's here, maybe Jinjun wants to unify the Eleven Kingdoms, it'll be tough...

“Humph! Vietnam is just a subordinate cultivator, not at all worried. Although there is a Yuanchu sitting town in the Yunnan Fire Cloud Sect, and a four-turner Dan master sitting in the Ghost Sparrow Sect sits in the town, but with these, I want to be an enemy to my monarch, and I am not qualified! Yun Yue Daoyou is kind, but there are some worries. Vietnam can't turn the waves, it's just a land of ants ready to trample! ”

Jinjun stood up and walked out of the hall.

“Ben is a monk of the gods, beneath the gods... all ants! None of the eleven kingdoms are enemies of His Majesty. All must submit! ”

Jinjun's body dissipated the power of a black environment. In an instant, whether Yunxue or Xuezheng were in full shock.

“Is this the idea of domination! What a force! In the early days of Kaizen, few people were rivals to Jinjun! ”