When his spiritual sense was sweeping past, Fang Junmei had already discovered that Zhuang Youde was explaining the way of sword seals to a group of juniors.

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Youde waved his hand and asked, "It's all small things, it's not a hard work. But how do you understand it?"

Fang Junmei said: "There are some directions, but I have to think about how to do it."

"That's good, that's good."

Zhuang Youde nodded happily.

When asked about everything in the mountains, there was nothing to say, and they were all safe.

"Where is Zhishou? How did you train him?"

Finally asked about my son.

When Zhuang Youde heard this, he threw him an old monster-like evil aura and said with a smile: "He has gathered your grandmother, Lao Xie and I, and the three of them have achieved some scheming and tricks. They have passed the test. The group of monks who chased him back then almost gave up practicing Taoism one by one by one."

Fang Junmei shook her head and smiled when she heard this.

"But Brother Buyu is a little unhappy. He thinks that our thoughts are a little too dark. He has personally taken him away from the mountain and walked through the world of cultivation. At this moment, they are not in the mountains."

If you have virtue, then you will be able to do it.

Fang Junmei nodded slightly. When Jun Buyu personally trained, he was not even worried at all.

The world is vast and vast, and the dust is vast.

After Fang Junmei asked about important matters in the mountains one by one, he visited everyone who was still in the mountains, went down the mountain again and stepped into the dusty wind.

Among the mortals, there is another monk who is struggling to pursue.

In the vast sea, the storm suddenly rose.

In the distant sky, dark clouds were flying, expanding, spreading in all directions, with thunder and lightning rising.

In such a stormy weather, on such a tumultuous sea, there were more than a dozen boats rushing towards the shore like crazy, to stay away from the storm that was getting bigger and bigger.

Every fisherman on the boat rowed his oars desperately, sweating like rain, and his face was anxious.

Of course, they all know how to look at the weather when they are trying to live on the sea, and no one will go out to sea to catch fish in the weather when the rainstorm is approaching. But if they encounter a fight between monks and trigger a strange phenomenon in the world, they can only sigh that they are unlucky, and this is the case today.

"Skip quickly, the storm is coming!"

On a certain boat, the old man at the bow shouted in a hoarse voice.

Everyone didn't speak, but just tried hard to fly the oars. Perhaps because they thought of their wife and the young, they looked even more anxious.

One of the young men had a square face, a strong figure, and a slightly white skin, as if they were made of white jade. They seemed to have no experience in going out to sea, but their eyes were much calmer than others, and their hands were shaking strong and rhythmic.

Crazy-

The wind is high and the waves are harsh!

A dozen boats were shaking and shaking, and they were shocked by the fishermen, but the next moment, they always miraculously landed smoothly and continued to move forward.

The next moment, there must be a neat and relieved sound.

The coastline gradually appeared in everyone's eyes.

There are so many figures on the coastline at this moment, waiting anxiously, and not willing to leave without the strong wind blowing.

Seeing this, everyone raised their arms!

Finally, more than a dozen boats returned to the shore together, and there were many fishermen.

A cheer sounded.

There were also many people hugging each other, laughing and celebrating. For these mortals, happiness is that simple, that is, come back alive after going to sea.

Outside the crowd, the young man who made the white jade was the most beautiful, looked at the cheerful look of everyone, and drank with old wine, smiling happily.

The wilderness and the mountains are in depression.

The setting sun shines on the wild grass and vines, making it look particularly desolate.

Two young men, like hunters, were carrying a pair of simple stretchers tied up by bamboo, running fast on the ancient weed trail, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The two looked sad!

On the bamboo stretcher, an old man in his fifties was lying, looking a bit like the two of them. He seemed to have injured his leg and his right leg was twisted strangely. The old man was so painful that his face was thrusting and humming in his mouth.

When I came down the mountain, I immediately found the newly traveled doctor in the village.

In the end, my life was naturally preserved, but my legs became lame, and my relatives and children were in a state of grief.

This is the mortal sadness!

It is simpler than a monk, and it comes more fragile and impermanent.

The doctor did not speak, and a sigh appeared on his square face.

In chaos, battles are fought on the battlefield.

Although heroes became famous, they caused countless people to be displaced, their families were destroyed, and their wails began to wail all over the world.

The doctor with a positive face, with a compassionate look on his face, walked among the wailing mortals, healing their injuries and driving away the evil soldiers and bandits who oppressed them.

Joy, anger, sorrow, joy, joy, separation and reunion.

In this war era, it has been staged endlessly, and every emotion has been shown to the extreme.

The doctor, who was in it, felt empathy.

There are also small towns of ordinary people, without disasters or disasters. Most of the people in the city live in peace and prosperity, without closing their doors at night and not picking up their own remains on the road.

Some travelers come here to stay here.

I work in the fields on sunny days, go out early and come back late, and on rainy days, I read under the window, I can’t say that I am free and happy, and I feel excited and have a lot of fun.

Eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind feel the vigorous desire together.

There are even a prison for punishment, which is gloomy and filthy.

The sound of wailing and sobbing can be heard from time to time, sadness, fear, and shocking people's three emotions are the most intensely displayed here.

In the corner of a certain prison room, someone stared at it deeply and felt it deeply.

Occasionally, a monk discovered Fang Junmei's whereabouts and recognized his identity. Yang Xiaokuan's disguise pill had already astigmatized lightning and others. This time when he went out, Fang Junmei was originally like this, and the dead stone mask was obviously not suitable to be worn to walk among mortals.

Those monks didn't know that he had changed his mind three times. Of course, they thought that he was conscious of the mind and knew that he had changed his mind three times. They couldn't think of what he was doing.

I just felt that the human taste on his body became heavier and the fairy spirit became less and less. If he did not use it, he would become more and more like a mortal.

Time passes year by year.

Fang Junmei did not want to attract the surprise of mortals, so she had to change places from time to time.

On that night, Fang Junmei left the mortal town that she had been staying for more than ten years, rushed into the sky, and embarked on a journey again.

"What's the difference? I clearly felt that my two auras had already felt that the accumulation was about to stagnate, so why could it still be impossible to break through?"

Fang Jun was rushing in the light of his eyebrows, rushing under the moonlight, and talking to himself in his heart.

His appearance at this moment has not changed much, but his temperament is very distinct. His two eyes are not those who are focused on pursuing the great way, the smoke and clouds are rolling, and the mysterious eyes, but - eyes full of emotions and desires, as if every ordinary mortal.

"Is it because my magic power has not yet accumulated to the Great Perfection, so I can't cut it out?"

Another sentence in my heart.

While flying away, he thought.
Chapter completed!