Flowers bloom and fall, and the barrier outside the Red Lotus Pavilion is flowing with tiny lights, no matter how morning and evening. People inside cannot come out, and people outside cannot enter.

Five years passed in a flash. The world was like a carousel, every day and every night changed, every tenth and every month changed.

In the teahouse, in the history books... those years eventually became lines of small characters and storytelling.

The past is vivid, looking back and looking back—

In the first year of Chu Wanning's retreat, his disciple Mo Ran went down the mountain. Xue Mengshi stayed at the top of life and death and practiced himself.

This year, Mo Ran's calligraphy was a little better than before. Xue Meng broke through the ninth level of the Sword of Nirvana. Shi Mei went to the Gook Moon Night Medicine Sect to discuss it at the end of the year, and benefited a lot.

During this period, Mo Ran went to the family of Chang's salt merchant in Yizhou to visit Mr. Chang for private matters. However, he learned that Mr. Chang had died suddenly a few days ago. Mo Ran learned in the ghost world that Mr. Chang had colluded with the fake Gou Chen, and wanted to find out, but the other party had already killed someone to silence him, and even the body was burned to ashes.

Clues interrupted.

In the second year of Chu Wanning's retreat, the spiritual mountain meeting was held in the cultivation world. Xue Meng was the leader, Mei Hanxue was the second, and Nangong Si was the third. The master was ignorant of the lower cultivation world, and Hanghu Guangji, while Mo Ran traveled through the south and north of the desert, eliminated demons and did good deeds, and then returned to the mountains and forests to practice, and his whereabouts disappeared.

In the third year of Chu Wanning's retreat, the yin energy was strong in the year of the ghost. In the past, the colorful butterflies fought bloody battles, the barrier was declining, monsters were born, wild ghosts cried at night, Xue Meng led the disciples of the top of life and death to suppress them. Although the scene of the evil ghost covering the sky was not reproduced, the people in the lower world were still living in a miserable life and fell into a disaster year.

Because of the vast territory of the upper cultivation world, there are many Guizhou leaders. In order to protect themselves, the nine major sects each sent a hundred disciples to guard the upper and lower cultivation borders and built walls to prevent ghosts and refugees from crossing the east.

Those homeless poor people were all kept away from the wall, guarding thousands of miles of city, guarding ghosts, and guarding people. So the sea and rivers were clear inside the wall, and corpses were everywhere outside the wall. Xue Zhengyong negotiated with the upper cultivator many times, but failed. The blood shed by the disciples at the top of the life and death of Caidian Town was all gone.

At the end of the year, Mo Ran, who was hiding in the mountains and practicing Qing, received a letter from his uncle and learned that the chaos in Shu was in chaos and re-entered the world.

Chu Wanning was in seclusion for the fourth year.

Mo Ran and Xue Meng fought side by side. The two young masters of the top of life and death led their men to sweep away the evil demons and defeat the evil enemies in the lower world. Finally, they provoked a peak duel in the former land of Caidie Town. Xue Ziming killed more than a thousand evil evil and drove away all kinds of ghosts. Mo Weiyu replenished the sky and sealed the evil evil with his own strength.

After this battle, the upper cultivation world removed the city defense and allowed the people in the lower cultivation world to enter the pass.

Xue Meng and Mo Ran became famous. The former had the prestige of the phoenix chicks, and the latter had the same barrier technique as Chu Wanning when he repaired the sky and split the gap, so he was called "Master of Mo" by everyone.

The white clouds and the green dogs are gone in a blink of an eye.

Since the Battle of Lingshan, although Xue Meng has gained a reputation, he is not as complacent as he was when he was a teenager and is very complacent. As long as there is nothing wrong, he will practice diligently in the bamboo forest, practice in the winter, practice in the summer, and never stop even if he gets sick occasionally.

He remembered the words of Master, even if Shenwu is not in hand, the pride of heaven is still the pride of heaven. He just has to pay more blood and sweat. He is no longer born with good fortune, but hard work can make up for his shortcomings.

Sometimes after he used a set of sword techniques, he fell lightly and elegantly from the bamboo forest. In the sunlight that penetrated the leaves, he turned his head and occasionally felt a dazed in front of him, as if he saw the small figure sitting on the rock and playing the leaves.

This made him think of that day, Chu Wanning, who had become smaller in shape, watched him practice swords in the forest, with a melodious sound, and he pointed out when he should be anxious and when he should be slow.

Xue Meng turned his head and recalled carefully, and the song seemed to be right in his ears.

So he closed his eyes, calmed his energy, and when he opened it again, he saw a piece of dry bamboo falling down. A knife light suddenly flashed in his eyes, the dragon roar buzzed, the sword shadow was relaxed in moderation, and when it started, it was as fast as the tide and lightning, and when it closed, it was like flying snow and snow that was continuous in the sky.

When Longcheng retreated, he stood up straight, the dead leaves had been cut into thousands of threads and fell silently on the edge of his boots.

When he lowered his head, he seemed to be a young man with a tender face and could not hold back his anger.

When I looked up again, my eyebrows were straight, my eyes were clear but steady, like a turbulent stream finally rushing into the lake and sea, becoming peaceful and broad.

Five years have passed.

Xue Meng held the knife and wiped the frost blade with a white cloth. He was about to put the knife back into the sheath when he suddenly heard a burst of footsteps in the distance. A disciple rushed over and kept shouting: "Young Master! Young Master!"

"What's wrong?" Xue Meng frowned, "I was so panicked, I had no demeanor at all. What's the matter?"

"Honglian Water Pavilion--" The man ran away and his face was red, and he was gasping for breath, "The master of guilty, guilty is gone! Yu, elder Yuheng--wake up, wake up!!"

With a "clang", the Dragon City of War, which was a hundred battles, was accidentally dropped on the ground by its master.

Xue Meng's handsome and fair face suddenly turned pale, and then it immediately turned red. His lips opened and closed. In the end, he didn't even remember to pick up his weapons. He ran towards the South Peak of Life and Death, almost tripped by the stone in the middle of the way, stumbled and staggered.

"Master!!!Master!!!"

Xue Ziming, who had just taught others a lesson, had no demeanor at all, had his demeanor dropped in the blink of an eye and had no trace of his demeanor left.

Running outside the Honglian Water Pavilion, before entering the main hall, Xue Zhengyong walked out of the inside with a big strode and seeing his son and desperately walking inside, Xue Zhengyong held him with a smile.

Xue Meng was anxious: "Dad!"

"Okay, okay, I know you want to see Yuheng." Xue Zhengyong smiled, "But he just recovered and lacked energy. After saying a few words to me, he fell asleep. You are always embarrassed to disturb your master's rest."

Xue Mengyidao: "That's right, but..." But five years have been too difficult to bear. He had a lot of things to say to his master, and wanted to jump over and tell his master that he had won the first place in the Lingshan Conference, and wanted to tell his master that he had suppressed hundreds of ghosts and that he...

"Be sensible."

"..." The word "sensible" is like a snake's seven-inch. After pinching it, Xue Meng was convinced. He almost sighed long. Although his steps stopped, his neck stretched forward, as if this could pass through his burly father, his burly door, and he saw the person lying on the couch.

Xue Meng pursed his lips, feeling a little unwilling: "I'll just go in and look at the master, I won't say anything."

"How can I not know you? I yelled when I was happy." Xue Zhengyong glared at him, "When I came back from the Lingshan Conference, I looked cold and arrogant in front of the outsider. After returning home for four or five days, I would tell you how you kicked Nangong Si off the back of the demon wolf when I saw someone. Now even Aunt Li from Mengpotang can recite the original words you said. If you say you don't say anything, who believes?"

“…Okay.”

Xue Meng was depressed.

“What my father taught me is.”

"That's when will your father miss out?"

Xue Meng curled his lips, but couldn't help but wonder: "Dad, how about Master?"

"It's pretty good. Master Being guilty even removed the remaining poison left by the pinching willow."

"Ah, that means that Master will not become a junior brother again in the future?"

"Haha, no more."

Xue Meng scratched his head, and thought that he would never see Xia Si Ni again, he felt a vague regret.

"Then, are the others all okay? Are there any discomfort?"

"Don't worry, no, if you really want to say yes, it means that he knew that he had slept for five years and his face looked a little ugly." Xue Zhengyong remembered Chu Wanning's expression and smiled, "Fortunately he doesn't have much strength yet, otherwise he could pull me to ask many things. Alas, by the way--"

He suddenly thought of something and said to Xue Meng: "Meng'er, arrange something for you to do. Your master has been isolated from the world for so long and has missed a lot of things. Just by telling him, he sounds exhausted when we talk to him. In this way, you ask your mother to ask for some money and go to Wuchang Town at the foot of the mountain to buy some books. Isn't there such booklets that chronicle things? Buy it for him to see."

When Xue Meng heard this, it was wrong. Daddy, the old fox, thought he was noisy and wanted to kick him down the mountain to be a coolie.

But after thinking about it again, the coolie was done for the master, and it seemed... it was not that difficult to accept. Anyway, the master fell asleep again, and I was really not sure if I would lose control after entering the house and rushed over to wake up the person.

So he sighed and muttered unwillingly: "Buy books if you buy them."

"Buy more, and buy some in the upper and lower worlds of cultivation. Yuheng himself loves reading."

"Oh, okay." Xue Meng was very depressed and went down the mountain alone.

Xue Meng didn't like reading books, so he came to the book stall in Wuchang Town, looked around and felt that he couldn't see any tricks from his name, so he squatted down and asked the stall owner: "Old man, are there any books you have talked about in the cultivation world in recent years? Get me a few."

When the stall owner saw that he was a person at the top of life and death, although he did not recognize this person as Xue Ziming, the young man of the Phoenix, he was also very excited and said enthusiastically: "The immortal king wants to talk about changes, of course there are books. I have all the official and unofficial history, including the biography of people, chronicles, regional accusations, and demon subduing books. Even the manuscripts of the ten most famous storytellers in the world. Which one is the immortal king likes?"

Xue Meng felt his brain hurt when he heard it, and waved his hand and said, "It's all right, it's okay to take it all, it's not short of money."

For businessmen, the most pleasant words in the world are by no means "love you", "love you", and "want you", but "buy", "not short of money" and "get one for each".

The stall owner immediately smiled happily, rubbed his hands and responded to Xue Meng, turned around and picked him from the book box he picked. Xue Meng was idle, so he flipped through the stall and suddenly found a thin booklet that was very interesting. The page he spread out said:

Ranking of wealthy households in the cultivation world

First: Jiang Xi. Identity: Lin Lingyu Gu Yueye Master

Second: Nangong Liu. Identity: The head of the Rufeng Sect in Linyi

Third: Ma Yun. Identity: The owner of Taobao Mountain Villa in West Lake

...

This is how it is written in small fly heads to write a whole page.

Xue Meng immediately became excited. He wanted to know where he was, so he looked back and forth on this page four or five times, and it was almost overwhelming, but he couldn't find the word "Xue Meng".

He was suddenly depressed, and then he was a little angry. He thought about it and felt unwilling to accept it. He turned around a page to continue searching, but saw that there were only three or four names and one sentence:

"Without the editor's energy, all rankings are counted in only 100. If the 100th is the latter, it will not be copied."

Xue Meng threw the book angrily: "Is this young master so poor?"

The stall owner was startled by him. When he saw the booklet he was looking at, he quickly picked it up and comforted him: "Don't be angry, the ranking booklets compiled by the people are always in a mess, and the circulating in various regions is different. If you want to buy books in Linyi, the number one on the gentleman list must be the head of Nangong. The people are just for entertainment. Don't be angry, don't be angry."

After hearing what he said, Xue Meng felt that it made some sense, and he was still very curious about the other contents of the book, so he snorted, took it from the stall owner, and turned two more pages.

This time, he saw a more eccentric ranking.

"Rank of the Pride of the Young Masters of the Aristocratic Family"

The author has something to say:

Ma Yun on the Rich List and Taobao Villa are easter eggs, hahahaha~

Master woke up, and we started to restore the small theater every day~

Today's scarf has:

Doublesaya Mrs. Shuangyejun's mirror reflection of the dog master~ The young dog gave the begonia to the master, and then the master returned the begonia to the adult dog~ What should I do if I abuse it inexplicably qaq, but the young dog really hits cutely, I want to see the sun

Mrs. Xu Liang's dog, Master Zun, ~ Master and Dog are both beautiful and beautiful. I stared at the dog's clothes for a long time. I don't know why my focus is so strange, I think the spots of gold are really beautiful on the black. Beautiful~

Shuanghua stabbed all the staff of the meat bag with a sword~ Gouzi and Xia Sini really hit the cute~ The ink is very warm~ I like it~~ As well as the junior sister and Xue Mengmeng Hahahaha, the junior sister's young female version and Xue Mengmeng~ Xue Mengmeng said she wanted to change to her coquettish blue silver light armor at the top of life and death~ Xue Mengmeng cried out, he is not a gay man, no no~

Thank you ladies, Momoji~

A small theater that has been opened again~
To be continued...