The young man's hair is dark blue and has a bronze shine.

Old Ye is Ye Chenzi, so young people are naturally Zhang Yang. Within a year after they arrived at the border town, everything was on track.

Ye Chen had already mixed winemaking skills with the people in the city, and Zhang Yang also began to practice.

At the beginning of the world, there was a boundary, and six parts of the spirit gathered, and eight pieces of wasteland were established for my natural realm. At noon, in the attic of that restaurant, Zhang Yang held a book called "Chronicles of Heaven" and recited the words.

The monks in our circle first gather the spirit of heaven and earth, then shape the spirit of heaven and earth into form and spirit, turn the spirit into primitive gods, and disperse visible power in our bodies, so that we can see the road to heaven...

After reading the short article, Zhang Yang closed the book and reflected on his eyes.

After living in the foggy forest for many years, his body contained a very rich, but mottled aura. Before feeling the world for the first time, the dust of leaves made the aura of his body purer. But it could not be condensed, and only allowed the soul to linger in his body.

Because he has a rich halo in his body, he has to think it is difficult for him to be too thin in the world.

Without the guidance of the external world, the halo in his body cannot be transferred.

Ye Hollandzi tried to guide the spirit to help him complete the cycle of the day, but it didn't work. The halo here seemed extremely disgusting. He hadn't even completed his first cycle in the past year.

Maybe, really, he is not qualified enough? It is not even the first step to becoming a monk.

Despite this, Chang Yang's hand gradually tightened, and his eyes were shining with a tough light.

I can do it! He can do it!

"I can do it!" Zhang Yang murmured to himself, put down the book, knelt on the ground, and wanted to try to feel the spirit of heaven and earth again.

"Brother Zhang Yang, boss Ye asked you to have supper!" Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a six or seven-year-old girl leaned over with a sweet smile and a crisp cry.

Zhang Yang looked out the window in surprise.

The sky turned dark and smoke blew from the roofs of each house.

"Good boy, thank you, Xiao Yue. My brother knows." After looking back, Zhang Yang smiled slightly and reached out to Bian Yueyuan to rub his head. "Xiao Yue'er is about to go back. It's too late, and the aunt around him will be worried."

"Don't touch other people's heads, they won't grow up!" Although his tone was a little aggrieved, the smile on the corner of Yueyuan's mouth still showed her joy, "That little moon is gone, goodbye brother!"

Zhang Yang nodded with a smile and said goodbye to the full moon jumping around.

Bian Yueyuan is the daughter of Bianqi, the boss of Biancheng. She has had amazing skills in practicing since she was a child. However, when she was seven years old, she was already a monk on the party air on the second floor. She has a cute appearance. People in every city like Bian Yueyuan very much, but her temperament is a bit arrogant. It makes people love and hate. (.) However, Bian Yueyuan is like a real little girl in front of Zhang Yang, which surprised people in the city.

"Start"

Ye Chenai looked at Zhang Yang with a smile and sat down and picked up his chopsticks.

Suddenly, the warmth of an ordinary person permeated the tavern.

Zhang Yang nodded, "It's starting."

Ye Xingzi sighed secretly. Since he found it difficult to cross the first door post to practice a year ago, Zhang Yang has been a little depressed and can't play.
Chapter completed!