Let’s talk about Zhao Xiaobai’s sword practice in the rain, with mountains in his heart and profound spiritual knowledge.

I saw the crow floating towards the foot of the mountain, but it was too late to stop it.

The two qi channels in front of Shanyu Pavilion were all familiar to him, one was the junior sister, and the other was the master and the old man.

Although the junior sister is young, she is smart and can see some clues.

As for the master, Ma Daha has always been the same, I will never think of the truth.

It has been more than ten years since he came to this world.

...After counting on his fingers, his cultivation level had quietly caught up with his master three years ago.

If it is an ordinary person, this is already very unpredictable, but in his opinion, it is not... safe.

"This world is so dangerous. Life is like the grass under the roulette of a lawnmower flying in the garden, buzzing and clicking...

The buzzing was blown away by the wind."

"The higher the cultivation level, or the more conspicuous it is, the more it means that someone will be killed secretly or openly."

"Have anyone seen the world of cultivating immortals, where there are many kind humans?"

He was not actually afraid of death. As early as that world, he had fought with the evil god of death.

Although he failed unwillingly...

He just wanted to hide calmly, cultivate immortality calmly, see through immortality, and seek the great way.

Then, see if you can try to return to his own world.

There are so many thoughts there!

Although I can’t avoid clocking in at work, I don’t have enough money, and I don’t have a good time at the end of the month. I’m gentle and false, and I’m lonely in the years...

But there are... parents, relatives, beloved children, and colleagues and friends there.

There is also a beautiful university campus, with cherry blossoms blooming...

Especially...

I agreed to my parents, wife and children to go home safely...

How could you escape at the last minute and throw away all your flesh and blood, your wife and children, your parents, and your doctor's kindness?

"What a sudden disaster... I don't know, but there... is still fine?"

"Oh... the only difference is the one who is so sad and ecstasy!"

With a long sigh, he held back his sadness and couldn't help but think of it before his eyes: This is a world without any rules at all.

A world where fists fly, a world where strong and strong prey on the weak.

In the eyes of cultivators, ordinary people are like ants, and in the eyes of cultivators, young monks are not even as good as ants.

If you want to live well, don’t feel frustrated. You must be able to “hide” and “hugg” well.

"Hide" means hiding it, keeping more hands on everything, and not exposing all your butts and butts for people to see.

As an immortal, how can you do without a trump card?

"Hug" means holding your thighs and having a decent sect or force as the background.

Under the big tree, it’s so cool and autumn.

"The Beishan Sect was originally a good background, and it was one of the five major sects in the mainland.

But now it seems that this backer is not very stable.

Not to mention in Xiniu Hezhou, the Beishan School is now in Xishan, and is full of energy everywhere and is always in danger.

There are several major states in the southeast, west and north.

Dongsheng Shenzhou is boundless, and the human race there is like ants, and even those with great supernatural powers cannot count...

There are thousands of races in the southern Danzhou, and there are fierce demons in the northern Kuluzhou. All continents are awesome than Xiniuhe.

What's more, there is Baoping State outside the sky, and there is Miheng outside the Qingming Star...and wait and see."

"This is not the world that individuals are for."

"Born as a human being, without the minimum limit of fear, what's the best way to be able to cultivate immortality?

Although people who practice immortals have a long life, they must always be wary of plotting against others; they can fly without shadows, but a little bit of their backs will be targeted. Want to live a hundred years old? Humph..."

"Everyone says I'm calm, that's nonsense!"

"What am I calm?"

"I have only been a human being for two lifetimes and have been outstanding. I have long regarded the world and human affairs, even the time traveled by accident, and I have just taken it lightly."

Thinking about the past for a while, he couldn't help but make him feel sad, which was difficult to relieve for a while... and even made him feel that he was powerless to complain.

Wiping his eyes, he quietly jumped down the clouds, and wandered in the rain.

A light blue shirt, without rain, and a figure that seems to be present and disappears. He goes straight back to the small house in the Mid-mountain Pavilion.

"This time I went to the Peach Banquet, I can't do it anyway. Let the ignorant guy like Bao Ruhei be embarrassed."

"However, our Beishan School has a foundation of thousands of years.

If you lose, how can you still have the face to walk in the world?”

"Oh, the people here all think I'm noisy, why am I noisy?"

"There is no mobile phone, no WeChat, no Douyin, no can call the king, no chicken...

I was bored and tired of singing a few songs, wouldn’t it be better to hum a few plays?

Do you know how uncomfortable it is for a human being who has experienced the modern civilization and information age to be intoxicated in the lonely world of cultivating immortals?

Irritable!"

I carefully recalled every bit of what I had when I talked with the little girl today, and I couldn't help feeling depressed.

Alas, I have been careful for more than ten years.

I'll go!

Today I almost fell in front of that girl movie, revealing my flaws...

The biggest flaw should be the "tear gas".

Where can this world and this era be there?...

Two months later, a sunny morning.

The Taoist Chongtian took two young disciples, a man and a woman, and said goodbye to everyone who went down the mountain to see him off.

Zhao Xiaobai has an ebony hairpin tied his hair and a long sword hanging on his waist. He stands under the plaque of the mountain gate with leisure.

The purple moon-colored long skirt is decorated with blue flowers on it, and a short sword on its back is like a lilac swaying in the wind.

Although the character is still handsome and has a fairy spirit, the second senior sister of Qingluan Peak, Lan Yue and others also smiled.

But in fact, the three people who were about to travel far seemed a bit shabby.

The Taoist Chongtian and the fifth disciple Zhao Xiaobai each held a brown old horse in their hands, and a broken sword with mottled sheath skin on their backs were each carrying.

The younger junior sister Ziyue even rode a donkey, and she was so sick that she was not energetic.

Blue moon is dressed in plain clothes and purple flowers, with a clever figure, with a studded front and protruding back; black silk bun, long hair like clouds floating behind the head, bright and beautiful.

As the senior sister of Qingluanfeng, looking at the appearance of the master and the other three, she couldn't help but frown secretly, but she tried not to show it on her face.

This is also impossible.

The situation of the Beishan School is now different from the past.

As the sects become increasingly thin on the mainland, the incense that has been in the Changchun Temple under Feilai Peak has long disappeared.

Several high-ranking officials and nobles from the secular court in Hezhou, Xiniu, gradually disappeared from the mountains.

Not to mention that Qingluan Peak has been in short supply recently, the economic strength of the sect is also declining and has been in a row.

There are also good horses, but the disciples who have gone out to practice have been selected.

Before, there were flying boats.

But it is too old and has been disrepair for a long time. It cannot be restored without a great supernatural power above the semi-saint. This is extremely difficult for the Beishan Sect.

Or simply say, don't even think about it...

The few divine beasts like unicorns, cranes, and peacocks left by our ancestors have long died of old age and have no cavalry afterwards.

As for the current situation of the Beishan Sect, if you express it in the tone of the fifth junior brother, it would be...

A poor group!

Fortunately, Master is just a person who doesn’t care about these things.

The fifth junior brother, although he is mean, he is a steady and very low-key guy.

If he wants to do it, riding a donkey like a junior sister is the least conspicuous.
To be continued...