Returning to Gushan, Yun Fan checked his body. He found that every time he took action, his body was not as coordinated as before, with a sense of clumsiness, and he was very tired. Martial arts practitioners, unless it is after a big battle or condensing formation,

It would only consume a lot of mental energy when doing magic, or refining alchemy and other secondary professions, but now I am very tired just by simply walking.

But I didn't think much about it, thinking it was just because of the injury.

Cultivation requires a combination of work and rest. Yun Fan practiced sword practice, which is indispensable. Cultivation is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat.

With the old trees as his company, Yunfan would chat with two old trees from time to time. Although many people didn't understand, these two trees could be said to be Yunfan's most loyal friends. Although Yunfan planted them himself, now he just wants to

The two trees keep him company, express their feelings and complain, that's all.

Yunfan also bought a few bottles of good wine. In fact, Yunfan didn't like wine, but the name of the wine made him buy it involuntarily: "Drunk Lovesickness"

Yun Fan danced with his sword while drinking wine, and recited a few poems from time to time. The sword technique he danced was undoubtedly that of Wanshi Persistence with the Sword. A beautiful woman appeared, dressed in red, and looked like a goddess in the sky.

"I wanted to spend my life together with you.

Family ties are difficult to understand

Don’t blame nature for playing tricks on people

I just lament that beauties have a bad life

Heartbroken, heartbroken

The reason is shallow, the reason is deep, the reason is heaven

I only wish to stay together in this life of suffering

In exchange for continuing the relationship in the next life."

Yunfan thought of the poem Wang Jun'er recited when he left. Now all Yunfan left was sighing. Maybe he really shouldn't go to another world, otherwise everything would be fine. He wanted to embrace the evolution of swordsmanship.

The woman came out, but found that all she saw was a shadow. She sighed, sat under the old tree, and started playing jade music. Yunfan was extremely proficient in music in his previous life, attracting many women to listen to it, but Yunfan only played for one person in his life.

, now I am really alone.

The autumn wind is blowing, and a few dead leaves have contributed to the success of Mu Xiao. The jade Xiao carved by Yun Fan with a knife is of great significance to Yun Fan. After all, he has always bought it casually. Now that he makes it himself, it is inevitable that he will feel a little happy.

The wood was not particularly good, and it stung his lips. Yun Fan took out a few drops of strange water obtained in the Tower of Babel. A drop of water may be useless, but this one is different. This is a world that can improve any level.

Creation water.

"It takes ten thousand years to form a drop, and it takes ten thousand years to cultivate one drop."

This is the highest state of the water created by heaven and earth, and this drop of water has at least a hundred thousand years of cultivation. All things have spirits, but weapons have no spirit, so the water created by heaven and earth is the spirit of weapons!

It felt very luxurious for Yunfan to give the creation water of heaven and earth to Mu Xiao, but Yunfan didn't mind because he still had a few drops of water from a higher age.

After the wood Xiao dripped into the creation water of heaven and earth, it flew high into the sky and kept spinning. The harvest was accompanied by a faint sound of Xiao Xiao, which created an inexplicable sense of beauty.

Mu Xiao is undergoing some kind of unique transformation. The wood can be seen changing with the naked eye. It seems not as rough as before, and seems to be more spiritual. Xiao looked at Yun Fan, and Yun Fan smiled and gestured to make it come alive.

Xiao Sheng became happy, and Yun Fan raised the corner of his mouth and smiled.

The gentle, melodious and crisp Xiao sound seemed to tell Yun Fan that it had become useful and should not hurt Yun Fan's lips. The sound would not be less pleasant and crisp, and would be more harmful.

In the past, the sound of wood Xiao was like a strong wind blowing on closed doors and windows, making a sound like a ghost. Now, it is comparable to the singing of a lark. Even Yunfan is immersed in it and cannot extricate himself.

The tunes played were like beating elves, and the "giggle" laughter shocked Yun Fan's heart. While praising the power of the water created by heaven and earth, he lamented that Xiao also had feelings.

The Xiao fell into Yun Fan's hand. Yun Fan stroked the smooth surface of the wood Xiao. The wood was comparable to the dragon's wood. The wood Xiao was like a child that had not grown up. It rubbed against Yunfan's palm. It was strange.

, Yunfan leaned against a dead tree and looked at a stream at the foot of the mountain with a smile. It was said to be a stream, but it was actually just a pool of water, but it was surrounded by flowers. Yunfan was like a hermit at this moment, living in a wooden house and playing the wood whistle.

Lean against the lone tree and admire the small pond.

Yun Fan sat on the tree, closed his eyes, and blew out a faint sound that was in a mysterious and ethereal state.

The voice is gentle, and the flute sound gradually gets louder, just like a flute player is blowing while slowly approaching. The flute sound is clear and beautiful, high and low, light and loud. When it reaches the extreme low, after a few circles, it becomes low again.

, although it is extremely low and thin, each syllable is still clearly audible. Gradually, there are occasional pearls jumping in the bass, crisp and short, one after another, the complex sounds gradually increase, first like the splashing of a spring, and then like a group of flowers blooming in bloom, like a cluster of flowers.

, interspersed with the chirping of birds, others chirping and me, gradually the birds leave, the spring flowers fall, but the sound of rain is heard, a desolate and solemn scene, the drizzle is continuous, if it is there or not,.

A gust of wind blew by, and the melancholy sound of the flute floated from the solitary mountain. Before, there had never been music in this solitary mountain, only the sound of insects. The sound of the flute, mixed with the air of the ice spring, suddenly sounded like waves advancing layer by layer, and suddenly like snowflakes flying in waves.

Suddenly it was like a whirlwind in the canyon, rushing upwards, suddenly like the Milky Way flowing quietly in the middle of the night...

A woman came over, no doubt Bai Jianzhen. Bai Jianzhen sat quietly next to Yun Fan, looking at Yun Fan's focused expression, the little deer banged and banged.

After Yun Fan finished the song, he noticed Bai Jianzhen beside him and nodded to indicate her arrival.

"You are Yunzu, right?" Bai Jianzhen didn't know why he knew it, and Yunzu was undoubtedly the founder of Wentian Sect, who was also Yunfan in his previous life.

"Yes, but you said that Yunzu is dead and only Yunfan is left." Yunfan chuckled, stroked Bai Jianzhen's hair, then lay down and looked at Liuyun, admiring this unique beauty.

"Death, death is good, I wish he was dead." Bai Jianzhen pouted, which made Yun Fan sneer, but his forehead turned black.

"What does it mean to die? How did you say it? I'm just giving you an example." Yun Fan explained with a smile. After all, if others say that it is good to die, they will inevitably get excited.

"He is dead, but his heart is still there." Bai Jianzhen looked at the Mu Xiao in Yun Fan's hand.

Seeing Bai Jianzhen's appearance, Yunfan still didn't know what Bai Jianzhen was thinking, but Yunfan had something in his heart.

"It's cold in the wind. It's such a good song. There are people who play the dongxiao, and they can sing and harmonize with it. The sound is like complaining, admiring, weeping, complaining. How lonely and proud you must be to be able to express it like this." Bai Jian really saw it.

Looking at Yun Fan's face being slashed with a knife, Bai Jian felt that although it was not far away, it felt like he was isolated from Tianchuan. Yun Fan was extremely dazzling, so dazzling that she could not see clearly.

"It would be a great thing to have a confidante to listen to me. It's rare for someone to understand me. Although I used to be a good man, I am now in a state of disarray." Yun Fan picked up the fine wine that was put aside and drank it in a big gulp.

"It's not an embarrassment, it's the waiting of a ferocious beast. He just doesn't show up. Once he makes a surprise, he was once a king. It's impossible not to continue fighting. No matter how much suffering or setbacks he suffers, it doesn't matter. At least he is gone.

Young and frivolous." Bai Jianzhen looked at Yun Fan's frustration at failing to reach the sky, and it was hard to avoid feeling heartbroken. Even though Bai Jianzhen was extremely cold and arrogant, there were some people who were willing to let her put aside her arrogant personality, silently sacrifice herself for that person, and devote herself to that person.

Some warmth was given to him, and this person was Yun Fan.

"The wind is rustling and the water is cold. A strong man is gone and never comes back." Yun Fan sighed. Looking at his youth and frivolity, he thought that he was arrogant and an enemy of the world. Although he was admired by countless people, he was in a miserable state.

It's unbearable. It's not pleasant to be chased. Every now and then, I'll be chased when I go out. Yun Fan also sighs and doesn't want to recall the past.

Yunfan has been fighting for fame and fortune for many years, with only the cold sword buzzing beside him. No one can understand that helplessness, and the feeling of blood and sweat mingling with each other is very uncomfortable.

But if he chooses to fight for the throne, there is no way out. Being an emperor since ancient times is just for one battle, or in other words, when entering the imperial realm, one must be prepared for this. He is on the verge of death, but the thief God refuses to let him leave early. His hands are full.

The blood cannot stop the direction, and he is called the "Happy Demon King" by countless people. From a few people to an army of thousands.

Yun Fan asked himself what else he got besides the title of Emperor Chu. It was ridiculous to give up his brothers and beauty in his previous life and get this ethereal thing. He shook his head and sighed.

Although some brothers betrayed and betrayed themselves for their own benefit, most of them were still around, ready to fight for Yunfan again. Yunfan didn't give them anything, just a promise, which made their bones still cold. It can be said that Yunfan owed

He killed too many of them, too many. As for those who were alive, Yun Fan wanted to know if they were doing well in the Imperial Realm!

Some of those who fought together for the throne advised Yunfan to live a good life and not to fight against countless powerful forces. All he got in exchange was Yunfan's scolding, and he could only leave in frustration. In the end, he was the only one sitting on the lonely mountain, watching.

On that solitary mountain, blood flowed into a river, and the breeze blew, spreading blood in all directions!

Although he spent his whole life fighting in his previous life, made endless calculations, roared at Tianyi, and the sky trembled, now he shook his head and could only recall that Yunfan was still a loser. Although he did not die, it was no different from death.

Now it has disappeared. Yunfan's eyes are filled with tears. Yunfan silently faces the sky in his heart. He must give an account for the former holy general and his old friend in this life! He sighed.

"Thousands of years of life and death are uncertain. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. Girl, you are still a little young." Yun Fan said to Bai Jianzhen jokingly, but he did not think that what Bai Jianzhen said was wrong. After all, he was really too proud.

, once he is frustrated, the frustration will make him silent for a long time, and at this time, someone needs to enlighten him. Wang Yuner tens of thousands of years ago, Bai Jianzhen tens of thousands of years later, Yunfan sighed and played Mu Xiao again.

The sound of wood Xiao outlines the memories of the past. Wang Jun'er's kindness, her cold arrogance, her dedication, her tolerance. She is beautiful in Yun Fan's heart, but Yun Fan betrays her and walks alone, leaving behind

She spent alone in the ruthless night, Yun Fan's heart suddenly trembled, and a chilling feeling made Mu Xiao become sad. Bai Jianzhen held the wooden sword in his hand and danced the sword for Yun Fan.

Bai Jianzhen danced with the Green Lotus Sword Technique that Yun Fan taught her that day. Green lotuses appeared in full bloom in the lonely mountain, but there was no harm at all, only beauty. This is the mastery of the sword. The sword can kill millions of people.

, but also as tender as water, this is the king of weapons "sword!"

The green lotus symbolizes purity and beauty. Countless wise people praise it. Yun Fan plays it and the white sword actually dances. It makes people envious like a couple of gods and immortals. But those who understand the matter know that it is just a dream. (To be completed.)
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