Grasping Evil

“I can't live my life... if I have to! ”

I prefer my eyes to be calm, without any shaking colour. The advice of the sparrow godson, he is grateful, but the words of the sparrow godson do not affect his heart.

The sparrow god smiled slightly and threw the gourd into Ning Fan Dao.

“It's a good fix, my little friend, if you insist on making it real, my husband won't stop you. This wine is made from dawg fruit and is given to Kotomi Watsujin! ”

Ningfan took the gourd and swept away the spirit wine, his eyes immediately moved.

Seeking fruit, that is a spiritual fruit that can improve the chances of survival, is said to grow only in barbaric antiquities.

The value of a prayer fruit is no less than that of a prayer fruit, which contains at least dozens of pieces of energy...

“Thank you Senpai for the wine... and not for the courtesy. Senpai, please accept this! ”

Ningfan collected the gourd and turned his hand to take out a dao fruit and give it to the freckle god.

The sparrow god's eyes were still calm, but as soon as he saw the fruit, he had a movement.

“It's a dragonfly! ”

The sparrow god could never have predicted that a fairy of enlightenment would have empty fruit.

After a deep look at Ning Fan, the Sparrow God realized that he seemed to have been small from the beginning.

The value of an empty fruit, on top of those spirits, and preferred the fruit of the road, is unwillingness to be graced in vain. It's Ningfan's insistence... that this child is not bad.

Don't you dare give Daogo to yourself, don't be afraid to peek, it means that Ning Fan is confident, don't be afraid to cultivate the peak of his emptiness... it seems that this child is hidden quite deeply...

The boatmen who rowed beside them saw Ningfan pull out an odd fruit like a trick. They were already stunned and wondered where Ningfan had come from.

“Seniors are not far from the realm of broken memories... and I hope that this doughnut will help seniors to break through the realm.” Ningfan smiled deeply.

With a slight shock in his heart, the sparrow god looked incredibly at Ningfan, as if he were looking at a monster.

He was about to break through the thought, didn't tell anyone, through the divine mask of the Heavenly Man, even the old monster could not see through his cultivation into the country... but Fan did!

The unifying power of the heavenly man in the body suddenly had a slight tremor, like what Ningfan sensed.

The sparrow god immediately grew up and understood why Ning Fan's eyes were so poisonous...

“So that's it! So did my little friend... oh, shame, shame, shame, shame.”

After the freckle god sighed, he suddenly looked seriously and asked positively, "Little friends are secret people! ”

In the eyes of the sparrow god, I'm afraid that only the ten greatest clans have the slightest chance of cultivating the ghost of the universe...

“No.”

“I hope not! Oh... there is a great opportunity in the hands of the savage demons... but my little friend is interested in taking the opportunity with her husband! ”

The Freckling God looked at Ning Fan with some sincerity and seemed to see a peer.

“Opportunity? What's the occasion?” Ningfan's eyelids were slightly picked.

“An unblossomed tree... still decades away, must blossom and float to dust in three moments... that flower is the edge of the sky! If you are not a Heavenly One, you must not eat this flower, otherwise you must die... a monk who has opened the first door of Heavenly One, if you take this flower, you can increase the chance of opening the second door!” The sparrow god's eyes are hot.

“Really...” Ningfan had a slight shock in his heart, but his face didn't show half.

It is the first time that Fan has heard of the ability to increase the number of flowers that open the second door of the Heavenly Man. If it's as subtle as the sparrow god said, it's a great opportunity...

“It's just that the flowers are in the hands of the barbarian demons, and they must be dangerous to capture. I met the Freckles, but just now he invited me to take advantage of this opportunity. Nature cannot be my cultivation, it is my Heavenly One...”

“In other words, if you want to capture the flowers of this tree, can't you do it with one heavenly man and one monk...”

“I'm not familiar with the Sparrow God, and the possibility that this man might be mean to me is not without...”

“This opportunity increases the chance to open the Second Gate of the Heavenly Man... if it's just a chance, it's not necessary...”

“It is imperative that the magic of war be practiced. If there is time, it is not necessary to take the flower...”

A moment later, I decided to apologize to the Sparrow God and hold my fist.

“The younger generation must also realize that there is no time to take...”

Heard that Ning Fan refused to do himself a favor, the Freckling God first smiled and then shook his head with a bitter smile.

“Nevertheless, the old man will leave the city today to prepare for the flowers. When the day of flowering approaches, the old man will come to the city again. If the young friend changes his mind, he can go with the old man to collect the flowers. If it's just my husband, I'm afraid it's low enough to get flowers... hopefully my friend can change his mind, hey...”

The sparrow god sighed and stopped talking about it. He took out some spirit wine and drank it with Ningfan on top of the painting.

It's superficial, naturally unspeakable, but it's still possible to argue about wine.

They are both monks who open the first door of Heavenly Man, and meet comparable monks from outside.

As the twilight dimmed, the sparrow god son had the intention to leave. He said goodbye to Ningfan and left the city of Zhiliang.

Ningfan returned home and it took a long time for Dao's heart to be completely calm.

The chances spoken by the Freckles God are not entirely indifferent, but they are not overly concerned.

After putting things behind my head, I preferred Fan to start practicing the magic of war with all his heart.

Ning family wall apart, is a private school, in the evening, a number of children have separated from school, the journey is busy.

There were also traffickers drinking, walking past the Ning family yard wall, and the noise of the city well, which passed into Ning Fan Ear, not only did not disturb his cultivation, but made his heart more quiet.

Ningfan suddenly realized why some powerful monks like to choose the hustle and bustle of the city well.

Hidden in the wild, hidden in the city... the hustle and bustle of the city well, more calm.

The Cicada Noise Forest is quieter, the Bird's Ming Mountain is more spectacular... the heart of the forest, like the mountain, has reached unprecedented concentration.

Perfect integration of body, mouth, meaning. At this moment, Ningfan feels closer to the heavens and the earth...

The feeling of blending with the heavens and the earth is also a little deeper!

There was a sudden light in Fan's eyes... and perhaps, if he had melted into this dust for thousands of years, even without any opportunity, he would have found an opportunity to open the Second Gate of the Heavenly Man...

This is the first day of Ningfan's arrival at the beam.

The next day, the private school next door suddenly became lively, and countless people came here to see the lively.

The reason is simple, the private school has arrived today a new gentleman, Daju Zhao Boyang of Qufu City!

Though the city is busy, there are no Confucius.

Zhao Boyang came to this private school to teach, so that a number of Zhao Lianghao tribes rushed to send their middle children to study.

A small private school can't accommodate so many students.

Together, several Hao decided directly to expand the private school into a college.

Once the Academy is opened, it is natural that there cannot be only one Mr. Zhao Boyang. He can also invite some celebrities from Zhao Liang to teach.

With the financial resources of the Huo clan, in just one month, a college was built, just a wall apart from the rest of the Ning family.

The name of the college is Yunzhong College. It is the desire of Yunzhong to persuade children to stay high.

Although the Academy was completed, the teacher had not yet found it, and therefore the school had not yet begun.

Ningfan has been in Puliang City for a month.

Occasionally, he would take Yoo-yeon, Sin Laurie to the river to trample on the Qing Dynasty, and most of the time, he would stay at home to close the crystal.

The appearance of Yoo Yeon is at the top of the cultivation world. In this dust, nature is extinct.

In just one month, Zhongliang city has spread. Nanning, the city has a beautiful wife, born with closed moon shy flowers.

Rumor has it, the silver-haired little Laurie is the daughter of Ning Sheng. She has been a good figure since childhood. She must have also grown up to be an extinct woman.

Countless dudes came looking for blood, unfortunately all Sin Laurie hit Daddy crying and ran away.

Cinnamon Laurie is bored, very bored!

Though there are rays to eat and beautiful sleep, she is still bored!

Beat people up and become a fun pastime for Century Lori.

Every time she sees a dude smiling evil at Yoo-yeon, she rushes up and punches him...

Every time she sees a colorful old man look at herself and reveal a perverted, obscene smile, she rushes up and punches herself...

Dude gathered dozens of guards to find a place? Don't be afraid, beat him up!

The son of Lord Luang Liang was beaten and 300 officers and soldiers were transferred to surround himself? Don't be afraid, beat him up!

The name of Century's violence quickly spread throughout the beam, and no one dared to mess with it.

The whole city knows that Nanning Sen has a daughter named Ning Xianxian. She is seven years old. She must have been taught divine merit by a tall man. Three hundred soldiers are not a single opponent of Ning Xianxian...

I prefer to say that I can't stop the high-profile and violent behavior of Century Laurie. I can only let it go.

The only requirement is not to allow Sin Laurie to perform the divine work, causing the killing in the city of Jianliang.

Yoo-yeon is much quieter than the violent Century Laurie. During the day, she seems to really be Ning Fan's wife, laundry and cooking, like a mortal woman.

At night, she warms the spirit with all her heart, and she finds that in all the dust, the spirit is faster than when it's shut down with all its strength...

She doesn't seem to reject being able to vanish with Ningfan. Instead, she likes this bland...

Yet this is the barbarian city, a world where the barbarian beasts ravage, and people breathe heavily under the killing of the barbarian beasts.

In a month, barbarians actually attacked the city seven times.

Whenever a guard officer or soldier battles a savage beast with a mortal body, he will take the opportunity to gather the crystal of war.

Above the walls of the city, there are many ancient barbaric statues resembling human beasts, with the magic of deterring barbaric beasts.

Every time a barbarian strikes a city, it looks like it will exhibit Lu Wei energy, release black and red light, and fight back against the barbarian beast.

There are so many statues of the city of Yiliang, even if the second step of the brutal beast attack the city, it is hard to guarantee that it will not die.

Barbarian beasts attack the city, it is a tragic defeat, however, before Ningfan came to Jianliang, every time a barbarian beast attacks the city, it can cause certain death and injury.

Sometimes one person dies, sometimes a few, sometimes a wall is crushed, more than a dozen people are killed or injured...

But since the arrival of Ningfan, occasionally, barbarians rarely die in the mouth of barbarians. Naturally, some barbarians who fear barbarians prefer not to be saved. He didn't do it out of compassion.

In January, Ningfan condensed a total of seven pieces of marvellous yuan crystal. After swallowing it, the number of battle fires was raised to 1300.

In a month, a hundred more fires were added, and the pace of training was remarkable.

Walk in the city of Jianliang, preferring to look everywhere at the bare resemblance, if thoughtful.

Every barbarian city has a barbarian temple. The barbarian monks in the temple know how to make barbarian jade and barbaric statues to protect the survival of barbarians.

The barbarian monks are extremely high among the barbarians, but they are few in number...

For the first time in a month, Ning Fan came to the barbarian temple in the city of Bailiang and met countless devout worshippers and a skinny barbarian monk.

The barbarian monk did not have any cultivation, nor was he a mortal, but he was able to use the power of people's faith to create the barbarian jade and statues.

The barbarian monk, the only monk in the barbarian temple, the French name was insane. When Ningfan arrived, he was holding a carving knife in the temple, his eyes were dead, and he engraved a barbaric statue.

Obviously it was just a decaying tree. Under his engraving, it was gradually becoming more spiritual.

“Sure enough, the city is kind of like the power of incense...” said Ningfan.

He turned his head unhappily and looked angrily at Ningfan.

He is the only barbarian monk in the city of Jianliang, and his position is so high that the owner of Jianliang City may see him with three points of courtesy.

When he engraved the statue, he did not like anyone to disturb him, nor dared anyone to disturb him. Instead, Fan broke into his palace and disturbed him to engrave the statue.

“This isn't where you're supposed to be. Back off! ”

With a sharp gaze, he unleashed a little pressure and pressed down on Ningfan.

That was the pressure he had gathered with the incense of a barbarian, almost as powerful as a melting spiritual monk. If he was a mortal, he would naturally not be able to withstand his pressure.

Unfortunately, he was so repressed that he could not shake Ningfan's half.

“Incense fire pressure...” Preferably, the brute force immediately collapsed.

His eyes were removed from the barbarian monks and he landed on a red gold statue dedicated to the hall.

He looked at Ningfan incredibly. He couldn't figure out why his own pressure would be ineffective.

Is it true that the other party is also a savage monk, and the use of the wishes of the people is more powerful than itself?

“Isn't he the one who...”

The insane speech was not finished and directly interrupted by Ningfan.

“Shut up. ”

As soon as the voice of Ningfan fell, there was a heavenly and earth-like pressure, which fell on the barbarian.

Suppressed by that power, the barbaric idiot could not say a word, looking at Ningfan's face, deeply frightened!

“This benefactor is also a barbarian monk, and he is a barbarian monk a thousand times more powerful than me! ”

Ning Fan ignored the barbarism. He looked quietly at the barbaric statue of red gold in the palace. The gold statue was plastic and was the ancestor of the barbarians.

The statue of a barbarian ancestor, very similar to a rebellious baby, has two heads, each with a thunderbolt in his hand, as if to bring down a robbery...

From the statue of this barbarian ancestor, I would rather see a hint of rebellion, very faint, condensed by the power of incense.

“Barbarians, beasts, robberies... what does that have to do with...”

“There are too many secrets in this world to see through...”

Ningfan walked out of the barbarian temple, along the river, all the way home. Outside the house, he ran into Zhao Boyang, who had left the Academy.

This was the first time Zhao Boyang came after the completion of the Yunnan Academy.

Zhao Boyang never thought that Ningfan would live between the walls of the Academy. After being surprised, he was overjoyed. He invited Ningfan to go to the Academy to be a gentleman.

Nowadays, Yunnan College is inviting famous teachers. In Zhao Boyang's heart, Ning Fan is the current Confucian, and is entitled to teach in the college.

Zhao Boyang's invitation was declined by Wan Ning Fan. See Ningfan did not teach people the heart, and Zhao Boyang no longer forced, sighed and left.

However, since then, Zhao Boyang, in his leisure time, often comes from the college next door to seek Ningfan, to discuss Confucianism, but it is the afterword.

When the first autumn wind blew into the city, Ningfan came to the beam, three months had passed.

Time passes little by little, and in the first cold winter, the plums on both sides of the river are not open.

In the winter of the second year, the plums remained closed.

In the third winter, Goose fur and snow suddenly fell in the city of Puliang, and the snow was white on both sides of the river, and the cold plums blossomed.

Ningfan has 4,500 battles of its own. The training progress of Yin and Yang is 74 percent complete.

The further back, the more difficult it is for Yin and Yang to practice, the better it is that Ningfan is not in a hurry. He understands the practice, and his desire is not fast enough.

Siroli Ray's body evolved a little bit, and the chills of thunder in her body became more and more obvious, and she seemed to start to be afraid of the cold, and she didn't want to go out after a snow.

Three years later, Sin Laurie didn't grow up at all. A lot of people have implicitly guessed that Sin Laurie had eaten miserably. She could not look old if her eyes were located outside the barbarian city.

Yau Yeon stayed at home to take care of Sleeping Sin Laurie, and after years of living with her, she became more and more in love with this violent little Laurie.

In addition to melting spirit for the astrolabe, in her leisure time, she also weaves cloths, embroiders and exchanges silver money for days like a mortal woman.

If she wants to be human, she naturally does her best to create a human atmosphere for Ningfan.

In the snow and wind, in the clouds beside the academy, the recitations of Barbarian children are heard.

“Barbarians, natural ancestors, the vast majority of the universe. Born of dust, died of robbery, everything is inexorable, and the hold is barbaric...”

Fan walked out the door and left a footprint on the snow, quickly covered by the wind and snow.

The children's recitations echoed in their ears, preferring a little silence. These children recite the Book of Barbarian Ancestry, an academic classic left over from the ancestors of the Barbarians.

The Ancestral Scripture exhorts the barbarians to look at life and death, give up obsession, conform to destiny, do not resist...

The recitation, I'd rather hear too much, is a little boring.

The scriptures of the Ancestral Scriptures, every word, contradicted his way...

Everything is unenforceable, unenforceable...

The ancestral bow is sealed by Ningfan and temporarily housed in a storage bag. Seven colored arrow spirits are sealed in the body by Ningfan.

Each arrow spirit contains a horrible amount of true power. In three years, Ningfan has halved the first arrow spirit.

The power of illusion rises dramatically in the body, and these powers of illusion are absorbed into the heart. He's getting closer and closer to the early days of Watson.

Today, he can see the true bridge hidden in the mist of the Dao heart a little, but still can't see through it completely.

And he's gradually discovering that there's not only one real bridge hidden under the fog, there's a lot more...

“Watson, it's still far...”

Ningfan walked all the way down the snow with a courtesy of the freckle god and walked towards the river.

Red plums on the shore have blossomed, looking at red plums in the snow, preferring to think of Vietnam, thinking of seven plums...

The sparrow god persuaded him to give up Watson, he would not give up.

The ancient scriptures persuade the world to let go of its obsession, and he will not let go.

Because he has a home, because his home is in Seven Mei City, in Vietnam, in the rain...

He has family, he has things to guard, he has too much to do, his obsession, he can't let go.

It takes strength to fulfill the promise of killing the emperor; it takes strength to find the one who counts his revenge; it takes strength to stand next to Lo's Phantom one day; and it takes strength to create a world without dispute...

Looking at a tree of plums, he preferred to lift up the gourd and drink a sip of spirit wine. The medicine of the courtesan fruit was dissolved in his body.

After a long time, suddenly a loud laugh came from behind Ningfan.

“Uncle, help Butterfly pick some plum blossoms. Butterfly wants to make a crown and put it on Snow Bull! But Butterfly is short, he can't reach it! ”

A two- or three-year-old baby doll in a little red cotton padded jacket, combed with a toddler's hammer, her little face frozen to the ground, and pitifully dragged Ningfan's corner.

To show that she couldn't reach the club flowers, she jumped with her little feet... but she couldn't reach... far enough.

“Oh? It's the little doll...” rather than breathe, but at first glance recognize the little doll in front of you.

She is Zhao Boyang's daughter, Zhao Huier.

Now she's three years old, Ben comes to the academy with his father, sneaks out before the daughters notice, piles a little snowman like a dog in the snow by the river...

“Uncle, pick some plum blossoms for Butterfly and marry you when Butterfly grows up! Butterfly, promise! Tick or tick!” Little Butterfly swore to Dandan tunnel.