Starting from this morning, Yin San squatted on the treetops and beat mice. The red bag was covered with gravel, but now only a half of them were left.

He did not use any magical powers or swordsmanship, but just threw them with stones there.

Even if he hit the ball, it would not cause any harm to the mice. He would smile happily. If he hit the ball, he would never have any defeat on his face. He was very angry and even swearing.

Xuanyin Ancestor and Yin Feng were even a little worried about whether he was a little confused because of Chaoge City's frustration.

Fortunately, he took the words of the Xuanyin Ancestor at this time. It seems that the two words "old" not only touch Yin Feng, but also touched him.

Yin San stood up, shook his clothes, sprinkled all the remaining gravel under the locust tree, and then jumped into the night sky.

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He had already flown back and forth in the night sky hundreds of times.

The red dress flies like dancing wings, drawing hundreds of lines that are hard to understand against a black background, and finally superimposed and combined into an extremely complex pattern.

With the ability of the ancestor Xuanyin and Yin Feng’s knowledge, I can’t tell what the pattern means.

"I can't understand why I've been losing all the time, losing again and again."

Yin San fell into the farmhouse courtyard, took the glass of green wine brought by the ancestor, took a sip, and showed a satisfied expression on his handsome and clean face. After a moment, he continued: "It's impossible that it's because I'm greedy for alcohol, right?"

This joke was not funny, but Xuanyin Ancestor and Yin Feng both laughed dryly for support.

"Whether it is the West Sea Bureau or the two fronts and backs of Chaoge City, I agreed with Emperor Xiao, and there is no problem in terms of general and details."

Yin San smiled and said, "However, we just picked some small gains in the Yuntai battle, and the rest were losers. Why? Because we met the child Tongyan in the West Sea Tour, Chaoge City woke up again in Lian Sanyue, and then he woke up by himself."

Xuanyin Ancestor said: "Luck, I insist that this is luck."

Yin San took another sip of wine and said, "If his luck can last for so long in this life, then it is luck. What else can we fight for?"

Yin Feng let out a low roar in dissatisfaction and said, "The situation is not bad now. There are so many younger generations who support real people in Qingshan. If both sides really make a fight, we will have the advantage."

Yin San drank the remaining wine in the glass, looked at the south in the night, and said calmly: "But if all the things in this life were already calculated in advance, are you sure we still have the advantage?"

Xuanyin ancestor shook his head and said, "Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing left one after another... Even if this matter is irreversible, what about three months? If he can calculate anything, would he just watch all this happen without doing anything? Isn't it more terrifying than the evil people like us?"

Yin San said: "Aren't the four words "resential and destructive" the most suitable for him? He was an extremely selfish practitioner back then, only seeking the great way, not reading the rest... Of course, these are just speculations."

Xuanyin Ancestor said: "What exactly does the real person want to say?"

Yin San smiled and said, "I want to know how he lived this life and why he had better luck than the previous life."

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If you want to know how a person lives his life, the best way is not to read his biography or listen to the narratives of those who have seen him, but to go to the place where he was born and where he grew up to see it for himself.

After many years, Yin San returned to Qingshan again... Yunji Town not far away.

This time he is alone.

He ate hot pot very seriously in that famous restaurant and found that it was no longer the taste of the past. Then he remembered that he was not the same as he was, and his taste had changed a lot.

In this box, the demon in the underworld he possessed was scrambled by Zhao Layue with a sword and then killed by a flying sword.

Thinking of this past incident, he threw the chopsticks on the table with some depression, rolled up his sleeves, and looked at his left hand.

The sword rope at that time was the Fusi Sword.

The sword rope in the old plum garden of Chaoge City is still the Fusi sword.

People cannot step into the same river, but can be tied up twice by the same sword rope. Will the same thing happen again?

After leaving the restaurant, he went to the scenic garden outside the town, and of course he did not pay.

The fog outside the scenic garden was very rich, and the practitioners were still waiting outside. He broke through the fog and landed on the flowers and trees by the stream. Of course, there was no alarming formation.

Smelling the still slight smell of hot pot, he wrinkled his nose a little cutely and murmured to himself: "How come you, a person who doesn't like to eat, have taught so many disciples who love to eat hot pot?"

The next moment he sneered, "I have to learn from me after all."

Leaving Jingyuan, he went to the Gu family, stole the carriage, leaned comfortably on the cushion, looked at the light from the skylight, and kept drinking the fine wine that would be exchanged for every once in a while in the wall.

The wheels crushed the bluestone slabs and walked forward all the way, and they went deep into the mountains and came to a very remote mountain village.

Logically speaking, there is no reason to build such a remote mountain village, such a straight and spacious road, but this mountain village is originally very special.

Standing on the cliff outside the village, Yin San squinted his eyes and looked at the fields below, and saw that the rice fields were golden in pieces, and it was the season to harvest.

There are many large mansions in the mountain village, and you can see Zhuangwu’s servants appearing from time to time. They are obviously not ordinary families, and they must be either rich or noble, and they are not like the pictures that may be found in the deep mountains.

I walked into the village and found a short and thin old farmer in the fields. With his friendly and harmless face, he simply learned a lot of things.

About one hundred and fifty years ago, an immortal master came to this small mountain village and took away two children with excellent talents.

The people in the village were not very clear about what happened later, only knowing that one of the children eventually became an extremely powerful figure in a certain sect.

The child's surname is Liu.

The parents of the child surnamed Liu were cared for by the immortal master, and lived for more than a hundred years and gave birth to many children.

For the sake of that immortal master, whether it is the court or other wealthy families, they naturally respect these Liu's children and dare not offend them.

In this way, the Liu family has now become the leading household in the prefecture, and this mountain village has become the private property of the Liu family. The original families either moved away or became servants of the Liu family.

"The Liu family is really so powerful?" Yin San asked.

The short and thin old man picked up a cloth towel, wiped off the sweat from his dark face, pointed to the rice fields in front of him and said, "All the fields belong to the Liu family. Do you think they are amazing?"

Yin San said: "I think this kind of wealthy family has done a lot of things..."

Before he could finish his words, the short and thin old man's eyes were filled with horror, and he waved his hands and said, "I don't know anything!"

Yin San said with a smile: "Just just chat casually, why should you be so careful with your father?"

The short and thin old man dared not take his words, and waved his hand to signal him to leave quickly.

Yin San was about to leave, but suddenly thought about the rumors in the world of cultivation and said, "Brother-in-law, is it difficult to learn how to farm?"

The short and thin old man didn't understand what he meant and said, "What's the difficulty of farming?"

Yin San was intrigued and said, "Can you please teach me how to farm?"

The short and thin old man became even more confused. He looked at the red clothes on his body and said, "Aren't you an opera singer?"

Yin San couldn't help laughing and said, "It can be said that singing opera is a fake style. I want to learn the real style."

The short and thin old man's eyes suddenly became a little cloudy. The next moment, he woke up again, completely forgot why he taught him these things, and asked, "What do you want to learn?"

Yin San said, "Anything is OK."

The short and thin old man asked, "What do you know?"

Yin San said seriously: "You can't do anything."

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Under the sunshine, Xijianxi was like a golden whip held by the green mountains and peaks. It was extremely calm at this time, and it seemed that it could break through the sky at any time.

There were countless light spots suddenly appearing on the surface of the stream. It was not that the koi in the stream knew that a powerful senior king was coming to express his joy many years in advance, but that the projection of countless sword lights in the sky.

Countless sword lights rose from the peaks and came to the sky above the Xijian Creek, and then quickly fell down. The scene was extremely shocking, which scared the young men and women in the Xijian Pavilion so pale and dared not speak at all.

The figures of Jing Jiu, Zhao Layue and others appeared downstream of the stream.

"Welcome the real person of the leader to the mountain!"

On the banks of Xijian Creek, there are people everywhere on both sides of the cliffs.

The sound echoed among the green mountains and peaks, and it did not disappear for a long time. The iron eagle on Yunxing Peak broke through the air, and the monkeys at Yuefeng Peak began to scream.

Jing Jiu looked at Shi Yuefeng in the distance and raised his eyebrows slightly, so the noisy calls of the monkeys came to an abrupt end.

Real person Guangyuan smiled bitterly and thought that everything was true. Uncle Master really didn't like his own monkey and bowed to Jing Jiu and said, "Lu Guangyuan has met Uncle Master."

Zhao Layue raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Senior Brother?"

Master Guangyuan was stunned for a moment before he understood what she meant. He smiled bitterly again, and then saluted solemnly: "Greetings to Master Master."
Chapter completed!