Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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After Liu Yun and Fei Jie’s teacher left, Fan Xian sat alone for a long time at the seaside. Without the shadow of a big ship, his eyes were still bet on the innocent sea. The meaning of the wind and rain on his body was not weakened. He is sitting in a strange posture, holding his knees, like a very cute little boy, but in fact, everyone knows that Fan Xian can not be a simple boy.

The two instincts in the body are slowly flowing and flowing, and the instinct that was previously inspired by the deliberate release of the leaf stream is running quickly in the sun in a relatively smooth and harmonious way. For him, it seems to be an opportunity at this time, a kind of aura that suddenly appears because of changes in the mind, changes in the mood around him, gently reflected in his heart.

Fan leisurely closed his eyes, his palms naturally stretched out in the rain, letting the rain hit the palm of his hand.

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A long time later, Fan’s hands were still dry as usual, smooth as usual, it seems that these rains can never really fall on his palm, wet any inch of his skin.

Fan’s palms are covered with a touch of infuriating air that is released from each pore and flows back from each pore to form a very thin but extremely interesting circuit. It was exactly what he had practiced since childhood, the eccentric to the law that was completely useless...

Of course, this method made him a climbing master in the world. He once climbed the palace, climbed the mountain, and climbed many dangerous places that humans unexpectedly could not. However, compared to his youth, the entire six years of time and energy he has paid for this result is really uneconomical.

Wu Zhu did not correct him in the same year - everyone knows that Wuzhu will not do its internal work.

But today I feel different.

There seems to be a subtle and subtle difference from the past. Fan leisure slowly opened his eyes, wiped a rain on his face, and looked at his palm in a sly manner, and he was speechless for a long time.

Being able to get the instinct out of the body becomes a weapon that can hurt people. This is a very powerful realm. But it is not a distant realm. Just practice to a certain extent. Coupled with a clever luck method, the strong can barely do this.

In particular, Fan Xian once saw Ye Yunyun’s Sanshou with his own eyes. The big master’s fingers were like dried plums, and the fingertips were so thin that they burst through the air. On the beach under the cliffs of Zhangzhou, they pointed out 10,000 plum blossom pits. . This refers to the vertical and horizontal. It is already a human breakthrough in physical limitations. Interpretation can be the highest level in vitro.

However, Fan Xian felt a different taste today, completely different taste. He fell into meditation in the rain, the rain dripping down his cheeks, and was blown away by the winds of the sea.

When the ingenious and inseparable moments of the body and the back and forth, there seems to be something more, with the leisurely mind and realm, but actually can not detect what is more, but he sensed this.

Surprised. Sustained doubts, everything in the world, the total amount, etc., how much infuriating the body releases, how much infuriating will be recovered, can be recovered, is already a fan of the unique skills, but ... how can more? It is not that you don't need meditation, you just need to constantly carry out this kind of cyclical inspiratory circulation. Can you make yourself more and more in your body?

Where does the extra instinct come from?

Fan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and even the tip of his finger shook. He vaguely knew that he might have touched a person who had never thought about it before. I have thought about it. The door that has been reached, and what is behind the door?

Why did this change suddenly occur? Fan is in the heart when he senses the opportunity. With this opportunity to sit quietly in the wind and rain on the sea, what is this opportunity? Is it a cloud from the sea? Is the death of Si Gu’s sword? Is it different from your loved ones?

Fan leisurely, and then began to calmly sort out the past day of this day, he must find out what the opportunity is, in order to know what color the door is, and who is in front of himself.

This work is not difficult, because he came to Dongyi City from Shijia Village and stayed in the sword for one night. It is most likely to cause changes. It is only the two booklets, especially the latter one. A booklet that is written in transliteration.

This booklet, Fan Xian has been handed over to the teacher Fei Jie, let him bring back the mysterious Western continent, but the contents of the booklet, he has completely remembered in his mind. Although I still don't know the meaning of many of the above words, I always understand the meaning of a few words.

Those words are not like spells, but more like a kind of poetry that I have seen in previous life, like the genre of Dante.

Is Italian born out of Latin? Fan leisure frowned, sitting in the storm with distress, but some could not remember the knowledge that had long been forgotten, only remember that there are many dialects in Italian, and the real text is inseparable from Dante's Divine Comedy.

Is it that the few sentences are printed in the heart of the earth, letting them subconsciously mobilize their minds in the process of running the instinct, thus creating such a strange situation?

Spell? Fan Xian slowly stood up and frowned. Looking at the empty ship, there was a sea of ​​blue sea and rain, and it seemed that he had to see the mainland of the sea.

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I love you, this spring is bright.

I use my wholeheartedness to understand every spring that jumps in the air.

Get close to you and be with you.

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This is a poem. This is not a spell of spells. Van is standing in the rain and still insisting on his own judgment, but it is obvious that these poetic-like languages ​​have taught them something and have sensed something. In the extracorporeal air that should have been empty, is there really a so-called heaven and earth vitality? In the process of running the power, I added a hint of poetry in the backflow, so what is absorbed back?

His footsteps were two steps on the beach in a hurry. His body turned two turns in the wind and the East China Sea. He looked at the air around him, watching the rain around him, squinting and shining. It seems to want to be from all these transparent or natural things. Find the unpredictable thing.

However, nothing.

In the blink of an eye, there was too much speculation and judgment in the blink of an eye, which made him a little embarrassed, snorted and stunned.

The book is a relic left by the master of the hardships. It can be known with a sentence that is occasionally revealed by Si Gujian. The former Northern Qi nationality teacher was very interested in the Western chicken ribs. Even on the Dadong Mountain, it was still a small hand.

But all in Italian. The national teacher is so amazing that he should not be brilliant. How was he trained? What did he practice?

There is also a collection of poems that may be related to spells. It is also weird. It has been a long time since the beginning of the period. It should probably be a predecessor on this continent. Occasionally, he touched the essence of the spells on the Western continent, and forcibly recorded these words.

Fan Xian suddenly regretted some. It should not be so hasty to hand this booklet to the teacher to take the distant Western continent. I should study it myself. With the power of the Supervisory Institute. Maybe you can dig out who the predecessor who has already become a bone, and then dig from the line to history.

The rain fell from his face, and Fan laughed and laughed freely. Shaking his head with self-deprecating. I thought that under the strong pressure, I was indeed a bit mad at it - the victory and defeat on Dadongshan has proved that no matter how hard the masters of hardships have been trained. How much do you master about this weird method? After all, there is no essential change, or it is defeated by your hand.

Spells. Spells. Perhaps it is not the chicken ribs that people imagine, but it is not likely to change everything.

Fan Xian has some low floor to look back. Leaving the beach, heading for the city of Dongyi in the rain. Si Gujian has passed away. The whole Dongyi City must have fallen into sorrow and despair at this moment. At this time, he must go back and meet with the disciples and disciples to control the situation.

He didn't know that he missed a very precious opportunity, a chance to open the door. This kind of opportunity, whether it is on this continent or on the mainland, is extremely rare and occasionally appears. Once you have passed away, you have to seize this opportunity. I don’t know what year and month to wait.

Fortunately, the illusory things of chance and luck are always related to human perseverance and curiosity. With the level of diligence and the desire to explore. Presumably, the time he touched the door again should be shorter.

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There is white smoke rising in the depths of the grass. This white smoke is not smoke, nor is it a pungent smell when burning leaves in autumn. White smoke shows a fact, so you can see white smoke. People who have heard of white smoke in Dongyi City are afraid of it. Looking at that direction, some people have already squatted down and bowed to the other side.

Most people already know the news of the death of Juggernaut.

Fan Xian went to the door of the sword, and all the disciples outside the sword glared at him. The burning fire of hatred in his eyes was enough to melt him. With the will of the discipline and the strong will, in this case, it is still inevitable.

He knows where the hatefulness of the disciples' disciples comes from, because the four-legged swords were originally died under the sinister attack of the Qing emperor and the Qing State Grand Master Ye Liuyun, and his own Qing Guoquan, no doubt, became An alternative to hatred.

However, Fan has no time to think about how to ease the emotions of these swords and disciples. He just looks at the white smoke in the depths of the grass. His eyes flashed a little worry, and he pushed in the door and went straight to the flat land next to the grasshopper. The raging firewood, simply went up and sprinkled a thing into the fire.

The color of the flame suddenly changed, and the remains of the great master in the fire were already invisible.

With this movement of Fan Xian, the sword is in the depths of the sword, and the eleven long swords surround the body of his body. The sword confuses like a snake, and the next moment will suffocate Fan Free on the spot.

In the thirteenth chapter of the sword, in addition to the cloud of the forefront and Wang Sanlang, everyone was angered by Fan’s action.

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Fan feels the infiltration of the cold and the sword, and does not dare to have any big moves, because he knows that in the face of eleven pieces of nine products, I am afraid that it is the one who came here personally, but also consider whether to temporarily Avoiding the front, as for yourself, there is no chance to even fight back.

He looked at the cloud in front of him and said: "The smoke is poisonous. I don't want these white smoke to kill half of the people in Dongyi City."

When he saw the white smoke, Fan Xian was shocked and jumped up. He didn't even think that he was sitting on the seashore for a while. The swordsmen and disciples were so cremated to wipe the remains of Si Gujian. After all, in his memory, this piece There is no habit of cremation in the mainland.

The remains of Si Gujian are poisonous and poisonous. The poisonousness of Mr. Fei Jieji is impossible. It is impossible to rigidify the body and resist the injury of the emperor Wang Dao for three years.

Of course, this toxin is burned by the flames. With the white smoke, it is not as terrible as Fan Xian said, but everything should be careful.

In order to take care of the injuries on the sword, Fan Xian has prepared some means in the dark, and those drugs are the things of the scene.

Hearing Fan’s explanation, the cloud in the forefront did not get up, did not look back, just raised his right arm.

The sword is returned to the sheath, and the swordsman is flat. It is only a moment. The swordsman will return to the calm and sad atmosphere. Several swordsmen cry while adding firewood to the fire. Thirteen disciples of the second generation are married. Before the fire.

Fan leisurely looked at this scene, the heart is very moving, knowing that after the death of Si Gujian, Yun Zhiyi undoubtedly has the highest prestige in the whole sword.

Thirteen swords, this is how terrible power. If you hold the hands of these swords, it is your own hand, how good.

Fan leisure frowned slightly, looking at the fire, thinking about this problem.

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Into the hustle and bustle, the cloud smashed into the house, holding a small cloth wrapped in a cloth, and indifferently handed the little cockroach to Fan Xian, saying: "Although I don't understand the meaning of the teacher, but since he wants me I will give it to you."

Fan Xian took his hands seriously and found that Xiao Yu was still warm. He thought that there was no cold ashes in Si Gujian, and his feelings were very strange.

The Clouds slowly squatted in front of him and said: "The swords are twelve swords, and they are handed over to you by the teacher."

Fan’s eyes are narrow and radiant.

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