The night became darker and deeper, and Zhongzhou City became quieter at this time.

Although today is the day to come into contact with the curfew, most people are still used to it. By about 10 o'clock in the evening, no one is walking on the streets. The red lanterns are still hanging here, with wind and snow outside, and the mansion is warmer inside.

A Dongfangque challenge appeared in the middle, and the Qionghua Banquet was very smooth. The ancient well passed by without waves. The aristocratic forces present tried their best to make friends. Lin Ran naturally greeted him with a smile and did not refuse.

Although these aristocratic families are not good things, they cannot make enemies at will. After all, I don’t know when they may stab you secretly.

Lin Ran spent most of his time talking to Gongcao Xiao Teng, military commander Zhou Fang, general Chen Gan, and the three major families, and occasionally took into account Dongfang Yalan.

He thought this woman was very interesting, not only because of her outstanding appearance, but also because of her knowledge.

It feels a bit like the fantasy version of Wang Yuyan. Although her cultivation is not high, she has a very good understanding of Yuan Tech and all major events in the ancient world, which makes Lin Ran feel like he is having a happy conversation.

Dongfang Lan next to him was observing Lin Ran and his daughter.

If Lin Ran could fall in love with his daughter, he would definitely bring a powerful arm to the Dongfang family. I believe that not only himself, but also the ancestor was very happy to see this scene.

Unfortunately, after a night of observation, he realized that Lin Ran did not seem to have any meaning in this regard, which made him feel a little regretful.

The Qionglin Banquet is over.

Most banquets like this will not be held until very late because these powerful families have other "projects" to be carried out, but Lin Ran thanked the people for such things and said goodbye and left.

"Sir, walk slowly!"

Dongfang Lan, Xiao Teng, Zhou Fang and others sent Lin Ran to the door with a smile on their faces.

At this time, the wind and snow were blowing. It was the middle of winter. A stream of vitality surged around Lin Ran's body, blocking the gently floating Xiaoxue outside. He smiled at the few people and got on the carriage. Mr. Ghost Fog drove the carriage away.

Lin Ran rushed to the Qionglin Banquet on this trip, without making any big fuss, but only brought Mr. Guiwu. The carriage crushed a clear trace and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Mr. Gongcao, Army Master, General, please come in!"

Dongfang Lan breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appeared on his face, and he reached out to invite Xiao Teng and Zhou Fang and others into it.

Most of the lives of people from aristocratic families are rotten. Scenes like this are actually very common. Xiao Teng and others did not refuse and walked in with a few smiles that even men knew.

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"Yu Zhen is dead, but he didn't expect that he was killed by Yu Qingtang himself. But that day, the ancestor Yu was inexplicably poisoned by the poisonous "Forbidden God Incense". Only the people who could poison him silently were the members of the Yu family. Among the Yu family, Yu Zhen was the most suspicious, and he was not unfair to die."

Lin Ran sat on the spacious blue cloud finned tiger carriage, and a hollowed-out incense burner landed in the corner. The fragrance lingered up. This was ambergris, an extremely precious spice.

This ambergris is collected from the ancient dragon whale ambergris thousands of miles away from the sea. It was refined by the alchemist's formula. It is of great benefit to the Yuan Master's practice. That is, Lin Ran is the Censor, and only has such a special offer every year. Even if an ordinary Yuan Master has Yuan Stone, he cannot buy it at all.

"After Yu Zhen's death, Yu Feng would take power in the Yu family, and the position of the head of the family would probably fall on him."

The three heroes of the Yu family, Yu Zhen and Yu Wu were all dead, and there was only one Yu Feng left. Yu Zhen's son Yu Zhenyang's cultivation level was not enough to control the Yu family.

The possibility of Yu Feng being the head of the Yu family is high, and Lin Ran is happy to see this. After all, Yu Feng's life is controlled by him and is his own person. As long as Yu Feng is there, he will know Yu Qingtang's actions very quickly.

Lin Ran has always been vigilant about Yu Qingtang.

Yu Qingtang is a real-life powerhouse who has understood the artistic conception of time. At the beginning, he wanted to snatch his time spiritual pet. Although he is now leaning on Liu Jiuyou, the immortal-level Buddha, he still has to be careful.

The Qingyun Feifei Tiger's foot strength was very fast, and soon returned to Yunxian Villa on Yunya Island.

After the last attack of the Yu family and the three sects of siege, Lin Ran felt deeply that Yunya Island had insufficient defense, so he hired a talisman formation master to strengthen the formation of Yunya Island.

At this time, there were a large number of guard patrols inside and outside the villa, most of them were soldiers from the original Yong battalion, and a small number were elite troops from the inspection platform and the patrol army. The sound of the armor rubbing was particularly obvious in the quiet night.

"grown ups!"

The green clouds and fins of the tiger gently fell from the sky on the flat ground of the villa. A slave came to take care of him. Lin Ran walked out and Tang Li, who was patrolling, hurriedly bowed and bowed.

"Yes." Lin Ran nodded slightly and walked inside.

At the top of Juxing Pavilion, Lin Ran climbs up to watch the celestial phenomena at night. The starry sky tonight is very bright. Although there is light snow falling, stars are twinkling in the blue sky, and the stars are washed down.

"The Ziwei Emperor Star shines, sits in the north, the civil and military stars are complementing each other, and the Liufeng Empire has such a strong fortune!"

Lin Ran's eyes flashed, as if he felt something. The artistic conception of stars in his body was constantly moving, and the wisps of starlight above his head were constantly absorbed, forming a starry sea catalog, with thousands of stars shining brightly!

At this moment, his starry artistic conception was constantly improving.

After a night, Lin Ran's artistic conception of stars increased from 10% to 10% of the original level. It didn't look much, but it was actually very amazing.

The artistic conception of stars is the Taoist level artistic conception, and it is very difficult to improve. If it weren’t for the feeling of watching the star constellations at night, it would not have been improved so much.

"From the Yuanhai realm to the Divine Elephant realm, if you want to achieve the Yuanshen realm, you must reach the level of small success in the three artistic conceptions, otherwise you can only be trapped at the peak of the Divine Sea level until your life spans and turn into a pile of loess. Although I am only at the Yuanqiao level now, I am not far from the Divine Sea level. Now I have only time to reach the level of small success in the artistic conceptions, and I must improve the other artistic conceptions!"

In the early morning, the snow stopped and the golden sunlight shone down.

Lin Ran sat cross-legged on the platform of Juxing Pavilion, looking at a vast ocean in the distance. The sea of ​​clouds surged from the surroundings, forming a magnificent and strange scene, thinking in his heart.

From the peak of the Divine Sea level to the Yuanshen level, the necessary condition for breakthrough is to achieve a small achievement in the artistic conception of the three gates, but there are also differences here.

The artistic conception is divided into four levels: Wu, Dharma, Tao, and virtual. Those who break through the soul level with the three levels of levelless artistic conception are the weakest and have the lowest potential. They are also the weakest among the real people of the soul level. Those who break through the soul level with the three levels of virtual artistic conception are the strongest. However, even if they are against the sky, they will be able to comprehend a virtual artistic conception, which will burn the incense. The three levels of virtual artistic conception are only in legends.

In short, there are different artistic conceptions at different levels, and their strength and potential are different.

Although Lin Ran did not compete for the illusory legend of the three virtual artistic conceptions, he also wanted to make a breakthrough with the strongest artistic conception.

The artistic conception he currently has is:

Virtual artistic conception - time artistic conception, small success; Taoist artistic conception - star artistic conception, one and a half percent; Dharma-level artistic conception - extremely malicious artistic conception, shadow artistic conception, all of which are one percent; stepless artistic conception - wind artistic conception, two percent.

There are five artistic conceptions in total.

Among the five major artistic conceptions, the artistic conception of time is the highest, and the artistic conception of stars is also quite impressive, comparable to the weaker virtual artistic conception. The artistic conception of shadow involves the "Super Dao Shadow Demon Sutra". Therefore, Lin Ran intends to use these three artistic conceptions as the basic artistic conception for his breakthrough, study these three artistic conceptions with all his strength, and reach a small success level to break through to the level of the soul.

Although he has not even reached the Divine Sea level now, it is actually very fast. At least he has felt the loosening of the shackles of the realm now and is about to break through to the middle stage of the Yuanqiao level.

Breakthroughs in the great realm are the most difficult. The Yuanqiao level to the Shenhai level is just the accumulation of vital energy, so Lin Ran is not worried.

In the days that followed, Lin Ran had been in seclusion in Yunxian Villa to understand the artistic conception.

Li Yan, Yang Yisong and others had looked for him several times, but they were stopped by Mr. Wen and Mr. Guiwu. Knowing that his young master was in the critical period of his cultivation, he could not be disturbed, so the few of them could only return in disappointment.

"The shadow is ever-changing, not bound by form."

"When there is light between heaven and earth, there is shadow, and it complements each other, just like the change of yin and yang, the yang produces yin, and the yin returns to yang, so that's it!" On Juxing Pavilion, Lin Ran has been comprehending the artistic conception of shadow for more than ten days. He studied the residual chapter of "The Sutra of the Great Dao Shadow Demon", observed the phantom of the innate demon god Shadow Demon, and finally realized it.

Buzz ~~

Around him, shadows like flowing water gathered in all directions of his body. Within a radius of dozens of miles, all the shadows were shaking, as if they were worshiping. This terrifying scene shocked the people of Yunya Island.

"Huh! The artistic conception of Shadow has increased to 20%, it's not easy!"
Chapter completed!