Time flies like water, and in the blink of an eye, a month has passed.
For a month, Ouyang Nuan took his two little girls out to play every day, often returning home at night.
The two little girls are playful and Maoqiu is restless, but Ouyang Nuan is not.
She just didn't want to stay at home and disturb Ning Fan's enlightenment.
For a whole month, Ning Fan stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his hands, staring blankly at the ashes on the ground.
Compared to a month ago, I feel more confused and confused.
"not understand..."
With a long sigh, Ning Fan blew his sleeves and let the wind blow away the grass ashes on the ground. After thinking about it, he pushed the door open and walked out.
There is no day in the blood world, only night.
The lights in Zhiliu City are always bright, and lanterns are lit outside every door.
It was the first time in a month that Ning Fan walked out of the house, and for the first time he calmed down and saw the differences in Zhiliu City.
Zhiliu City is different, the people are different, and the monastic atmosphere is also different. It is very different from the murderous and cold-blooded monastic world outside.
Occasionally, mortals come to this city and sell various things in the night on the long street.
Fruits, jewelry, snacks, paper kites, and even candy canes.
Monks do not just pursue cultivation. They also travel, relax, and buy useless things from mortals.
Several big men with a clear pulse were sitting at a noodle stall on the street, eating hot plain noodles and laughing about their gains from hunting ferocious beasts in the blue sea today.
A pair of Pimai Taoist couples held each other's hands in the night, loving each other and staying together in the night.
A middle-aged man with spiritual cultivation, holding a child with a tiger-like head and a tough brain, followed by a gentle woman, was standing in front of a candy man stall, patiently waiting for the mortal in front of him to make the candy man.
"With the candy man, you don't have to cry anymore, got it?" The middle-aged man rubbed his stubbled face against the child's face, his eyes full of doting.
"Well, Xiaoshan promises that he will never cry or make trouble again! Xiaoshan will go home with his parents obediently!" the child vowed.
go home. Go home, go home...
Ning Fan's cold and desolate heart was suddenly touched...
For monks, home is such a luxurious word.
Home... A monk has a home all over the world. I am also homeless. Wherever I go, there is home.
The monks in the Four Heavens and Nine Realms have no families, but the monks in the Beidou Blood Realm have families.
This is the home of the Beidou people.
The atmosphere. really good.
Ning Fan glanced at the child with envy, and gave a rare knowing smile.
This smile is not a disguise!
After laughing, Ning Fan showed a surprised look.
After Qi Qing died, he laughed from the bottom of his heart for the first time!
He suddenly raised his head and looked at the Big Dipper in the night sky. He seemed to realize something, but couldn't explain it clearly.
The Beidou Blood Realm is fundamentally different from the Dongtian Immortal Realm because of that difference. Therefore, Ning Fan can laugh!
Here, Ning Fan's seven emotions that were supposed to be destroyed are being reshaped bit by bit!
Although there is daylight for four days, the world is too dark.
There is only darkness in the blood world, but there is the warmth of humanity.
A home is a place of peace of mind.
"Home..."
No wonder Nuan'er and the other three women and one beast all like Zhiliu City and the Beidou Blood Realm, and they are happy to live here rather than miss Shu.
The Beidou Blood Realm is indeed a good place.
Ning Fan walked through the long street and through the misty night. Walking past the lights of thousands of houses.
Lanterns are hung outside every house, and in the flames of the lanterns, there is longing.
A mother looks forward to her son, and a wife looks forward to her husband. The son looks forward to the father...
"Home..."
The lights of thousands of houses came into Ning Fan's eyes, and Ning Fan's eyes gradually became filled with some indescribable emotions.
Before he knew it, he had arrived at the inner city of Zhiliu City.
Here, a towering giant willow tree has existed forever. According to Ning Fan's guess, it was the willow tree left behind by the giant sect who killed the emperor and gained enlightenment.
In this giant willow. There was an obscure avenue of life and death that made Ning Fan's eyes flicker.
However, the meaning of this willow to Zhiliu City was not realized, but made a wish.
There are temples built near the giant willow tree.
Outside the temple, many tourists made vows in front of the giant willow, and some beautiful women burned incense and prayed in front of the giant willow.
Next to the giant willow, there are seventeen or eight stalls. The stall owners are all monks, asking for and interpreting fortunes for tourists.
Ning Fan glanced briefly and found that the seventeen or eight stall owners all had varying degrees of divine power.
Although it is not strong, it also shows that these stall owners are not cheating people by interpreting signatures here, but they have real skills.
"This little brother, why don't you ask for a fortune teller? I am the strongest divination expert in this city. I am the best at interpreting fortune fortune fortunes, fortune fortune fortunes, and fortune fortune fortunes. I am known as the 'Yu San fortune teller'." '. Ten pieces of fairy jade can solve one lottery, and the first lottery is free, hehe, it's not expensive."
An old man in a yellow Taoist robe, when he saw Ning Fan glance at him, said he had business coming, he immediately walked over with a smile on his face, boasting about himself.
Although his appearance is a little wretched, the power of heaven in this person is indeed the strongest in this place, and his cultivation level is not weak either. He has an eighth-level cultivation level.
A lot of ten immortal jade is not expensive.
Ning Fan casually took out twenty immortal jade and handed it to Yu Sanzhan.
Twenty immortal jade is enough to ask for three lots. After all, the first lot is free.
After collecting the money, the old man in yellow robe smiled even more obscenely, took Ning Fan to the stall, handed one of the three lottery tubes on the stall to Ning Fan, and said with a smile.
"The first lottery is the marriage lottery. Little brother, please ask for a lottery. I will interpret it for you."
The old man in yellow robe could not see how powerful Ning Fan was, and only regarded Ning Fan as an ordinary pulse-opening monk in the city.
Ning Fan nodded and was about to shake the lottery tube when suddenly, a group of teenagers came towards the stall menacingly.
This group of teenagers was the same group of people who once provoked Ning Fan.
The leader of the young man in black had a sulky look on his face. Before he could get closer, a voice came first, "Yu Sanzhu! What kind of bullshit lot did you give me! Ten days ago, you said that I had great luck and a great opportunity. I took people to the blue sea to look for a chance, and almost died in the blue sea. What a bullshit opportunity! Give me back the money I paid to sign the contract!"
As soon as he saw this group of aggressive teenagers, Yu Sanzhuan's expression immediately changed. He looked a little panicked and was about to close the stall and run away.
"Want to run!"
The young man in black sneered and waved his hand. The young men behind him drew their swords and quickly surrounded the stall.
Yu Sanzhan gave a wry smile, ran to the young man in black, and said with an apologetic smile, "Master Ren, don't be angry! This is a matter of asking for a signature. Sometimes it's accurate, sometimes it's not, ahem... You can't blame me for not interpreting the signature correctly." good..."
"Hmph, you still want to quibble! Uh... you. You are!"
The young man in black sneered, and was about to repair Yu Sanzhan, when he suddenly found Ning Fan in front of the stall, his expression suddenly shocked!
His originally arrogant expression was now full of awe.
Yu Sanzhan was stunned.
in his impression. The young man in black is one of the tyrants of Zhiliu City. He once injured an early-stage soul fusion with his ninth-level cultivation of Pimai, which was quite powerful.
In this Zhiliu City, where Fusion Spirit is the most respected, almost no Pimai dares to offend the young man in black, and the young man in black is usually very arrogant and domineering, even if he meets the old monster Fusion Spirit, he will not give him a good look.
However, at this moment, the young man in black looked at Ning Fan with deep awe!
Yu Sanzhan couldn't imagine what kind of cultivation level Ning Fan had. It actually made the young man in black look in awe!
Late stage of soul-melting? Peak of Fusion Spirit? It’s still the legendary golden elixir realm!
"I'm asking for a signature, and I don't want anyone to disturb me." Ning Fan looked at the boy in black and said calmly.
"Understood! Young men, put away your knives and guard the stall. No one is allowed to disturb the elder brother to ask for a fortune!" The young man in black gave the order. A group of teenagers immediately put away their knives and stood aside respectfully. No one dared to interrupt.
The boy in black glared at Yu Sanzhuan again with a threatening look and said coldly. "Please explain the sign to my brother! If you don't do it well, I will cut you with a knife!"
"Big...brother?! This little brother, no, this old man. He is actually your big brother!"
In an instant, Yu Sanzhan was deeply convinced that Ning Fan was definitely a master of the Golden Core Realm!
There was once a man who was at the peak of Soul Fusion and wanted to take the young man in black as his younger brother, but he was rejected by the young man.
The young man in black is so arrogant that even at the peak of Rongling Peak, he refuses to recognize him as his elder brother. But he recognized Ning Fan as his eldest brother, which shows that Ning Fan is stronger than the peak of Fusion Spirit!
Stronger than the peak of Fusion Spirit, what else could it be if it wasn't the old monster of Jin Dan!
Yu San's palms couldn't help but sweat at the thought of having to solve the lottery for an old Jindan monster.
This is troublesome. If you don’t interpret the signature well, you won’t be destroyed by Ning Fan...
Ning Fan frowned slightly, he didn't know when he became the eldest brother of this young man in black.
Ignoring the boy in black, Ning Fan closed his eyes and shook the lottery tube.
After counting the interest, a lot is drawn.
Yu Sanzhu picked up the bamboo stick with trembling palms. There was only a line of strange runes on the bamboo stick without any words, which was different from ordinary people's sticks.
He glanced at the content of the bamboo stick, closed his eyes at the third sign, counted with his fingers, suddenly picked up the ink pen, and wrote a poem on a piece of yellow paper.
At this moment, he was immersed in the power of heaven and had no idea what he was writing.
When he opened his eyes and looked at what he had written, Yu Sanzhan immediately looked extremely ugly and trembled even more.
'A lonely love for a lifetime, I can bear to watch the falling reds grind into dust, the beauty is like a cloud, it is difficult to bear each other, half a confidant and half an enemy. '
"What's the meaning of this sign?" Ning Fan asked calmly.
"This lot, this lot..." Yu Sanzhu didn't know how to say it.
"Big brother asks you to untie the sign, so do it quickly! If you delay any longer, I will cut you into a stick immediately!" The young man in black said coldly.
"Ahem, I understand, I understand... This lottery is among the marriage lottery, it is considered... the lower lottery. Judging from the lottery, this uncle may have to go through a long period of loneliness before he can get a good marriage. And this uncle has a good marriage with more than one woman, I'm afraid there are many women. It's a pity that some of these women are confidants, and some are enemies... In short, the marriage is rough..." Yu Sanzhan said tremblingly.
"Nonsense! My eldest brother is a person who is like an immortal, how can the marriage lottery be the lower one!" The young man in black glared at the three lottery, wishing to cut him off immediately.
Ning Fan looked at Yu Sanzhuan slightly in surprise, thinking that this person could interpret the lotus very accurately.
Speaking of which, although there are many beauties around me, many of them have turned from enemies into confidants.
"Good solution."
Ning Fan's faint words, like the sound of nature, made Yu Sanzhan look overjoyed.
What he was most afraid of was that Ning Fan would be dissatisfied with the signature. Now it seemed that Ning Fan was very satisfied with the signature.
Upon hearing Ning Fan's words, the young man in black calmed down all his anger and did not continue to embarrass himself with the three fortunes.
As long as Ning Fan is satisfied, Ning Fan is his elder brother!
The eldest brother is satisfied, and as the younger brother, he will naturally not be dissatisfied!
After finishing the first lottery, Yu handed the second lottery tube to Ning Fan.
This sign is for good luck.
Ning Fan drew one lot, counted the third lot with his fingers, and wrote a poem on the yellow paper with a stroke of his pen.
'The beginning is like the purple sun reflecting the glow. It is also stained with filth and becomes black. Just thinking about the fate, it is too common for a corpse to die tragically. '
Putting down the ink pen, Yu Sanzhu opened his eyes and took a look at what he had written. I was so scared that I broke into cold sweat.
Big bad, big bad! This lottery is worse than the previous lottery. How can I solve it without angering Ning Fan?
"Just tell the truth, I won't do anything to you." Ning Fan saw through Yu Sanzhu's panic and said calmly.
"Yes. This is a sign of great misfortune. Judging from the sign, you were supposed to have great luck and boundless blessings. However, due to some reasons, your luck changed, all your blessings were lost, and you were plagued by bad luck. From now on, all good fortune and opportunities will come to you. I am not destined to be with you, so you need to be careful when going out. If you are not careful, you will be killed by others due to bad luck and die miserably..." Yu Sanzhuan gritted his teeth and explained truthfully.
"Nonsense! How dare you curse my eldest brother to die miserably!" The young man in black was furious!
Ning Fan waved his hand and nodded with satisfaction.
Accurate, really accurate.
These three fortunes can predict whether one's luck will turn into black.
But it's a pity that these three numbers are destined not to show that one's bad luck can turn into purple.
If you can't calculate it, Ning Fan will be worried if he can calculate the changes in his luck with the three numbers.
"Is the next lottery counting destiny?"
Ning Fan picked up the third lottery tube. Shake out one lot and give it to Yu Three Lots to solve.
Yu counted the three lots with his fingers, closed his eyes, and waved his ink pen. Solve the third lot!
When he opened his eyes and saw what he had written, Yu Sanzhuan was so frightened that his face turned pale.
The first draw is a downward sign, the second draw is a bad luck draw, and the third draw...is actually a Shura draw!
This lottery couldn't be more fierce!
'Become a demon by killing all the immortals. Kill all the demons and Shura. It is difficult to find the true Tao and fruit in the sea of blood, so what if the Tao becomes enlightened and the Tao is destroyed! '
"This sign, this sign..."
"There is no need to solve this sign, I can understand it."
Ning Fan put down the lottery tube, turned and left.
He spent most of his life killing, killing endlessly.
Just to protect the obsession in his heart, he has already been stained with blood and sinned heavily, but so what!
He can't avoid this road, he can't hide from it!
Walking under the Big Dipper sky, Ning Fan's thoughts gradually drifted away.
During the calamity of life and death, he had heard the story of the Immortal Emperor Zi Dou who killed the Immortal Emperor Ziwei and the Immortal Emperor Beidou.
When Zi Dou Immortal Emperor destroyed Zi Wei and Bei Dou Immortal Realm, the killings he committed were definitely not trivial.
After the bloody sea of blood, what was exchanged was a peaceful and prosperous age in the Purple Dou Immortal Domain.
Zi Dou uses one person's sins to gift the common people a peaceful and prosperous age.
It's hard to say Zi Dou's merits and demerits, but Ning Fan understands that he is not as good as Zi Dou.
Along the way, all he could think about was protecting his loved ones from his own sins.
He does not have such a big ideal to protect the common people.
He is not even as persistent as the previous killing emperors, and is willing to give up everything to protect the Blood Realm.
He has always been selfish and can never be selfless.
However, at this moment, he felt an urge to turn the turbulent Four Heavens and Nine Realms into a peaceful place like the Beidou Blood Realm.
Let the people he thinks about and love in his heart live carefree in the world of cultivation.
You don’t have to worry about being murdered, you don’t have to worry about being attacked and killed, just live a normal life like a mortal.
Is this an ideal?
Can creating a peaceful world and making loved ones happy count as an ideal?
"ideal..."
Ning Fan's ears seemed to be echoing with the earnest words of Immortal Emperor Zi Dou.
"Have you ever had an ideal in your heart?"
"At your age, I am just a monster who kills without restraint. One day, you will have your own views on this world of cultivation."
In a daze, Ning Fan seemed to hear another voice in his ears.
The sound came from the giant willow. No one could hear it, only Ning Fan could hear it.
That's the sound of the avenue!
That is the sound of the great road left by those who once attained enlightenment under the giant willow tree!
The night was dim, and Ning Fan had walked very far away. Suddenly he looked back and saw the towering giant willow from a distance!
There was once a young man who called himself Jumen. He planted willow seeds and attained enlightenment before planting them.
On the day of his enlightenment, it had been a dream for thousands of years, and the willow seeds had already turned into big trees in the sky!
He lamented the passage of time under the tree, saying, "The trees are like this, how can people be embarrassed?"
No one knows that when the Giant Killer Emperor was dying, he quietly sat under the giant willow!
He entrusted everything to the third generation young emperor. Sitting alone under the giant willow, looking at the giant willow, looking at the blue sea rising like before, looking at the green mountains that will remain in the dark night. There is no despondency, only full of luxury!
Here, he said the second sentence, but no one heard it.
That voice turned into a Taoist sound. Eternally existing in the giant willow!
"The green hills remain the same, but my hair is gray. Time is not forgiving...it's just that people can grow old and their strength can fade, but their hearts can't die and their ideals can't be destroyed!"
"Although my body dies and Tao is destroyed, my ideals and Beidou will remain forever, immortal and immortal!"
As the words of Taoism passed into Ning Fan's ears, Ning Fan suddenly raised his head. Looking at the Big Dipper in the sky, I was speechless for a long time.
At this moment, his Tao was sublimated, had a qualitative change, and showed signs of solidification.
At this moment, Ning Fan looked solemn and bowed to the Big Dipper Star!
This worship is reverence and admiration!
What I admire is the giant gate's obsession with killing the emperor despite his death. Live forever in the giant willow!
He finally understood how to attain enlightenment.
His way can be mutually confirmed with countless knowledge in the world!
Mountains, rivers, vegetation, all living things in the world have obsessions. Everyone has obsessions!
Ju Men Sha Emperor has attachments in his heart, and Zi Dou Immortal Emperor has attachments in his heart.
Persistence is a way beyond life and death and will not disappear with death!
Ning Fan was a butterfly in his previous life. Although his body turned into ashes, his obsession has not dissipated.
From the past to now. His protective heart has never changed.
Perseverance can transcend life and death, and transcend reincarnation!
If one clings to emotion, the seven emotions will disappear and one can still talk and laugh.
If you persist in the thought, even if the Tao disappears, even if the body perishes, even if reincarnation ends, this thought will still not die!
For a long time, Ning Fan's vision gradually became clear, and he turned back to the mansion.
Outside the gate, two lanterns were hung high and lit.
This is his home with Nuan'er, Weiliang, and Zili.
Light a lamp to light their way home.
Time passes day by day, and a year passes quickly.
The fairy soul grass has not yet grown, but the grains are already abundant and can be used to make wine.
The cattails in the courtyard also grew again.
One day, in addition to the many temples in the inner city, there was an additional booth for reading fortune cards.
The stall owner is Ning Fan, and he can only interpret one type of lottery.
Sign of life and death!
At his feet lay bundles of cattails.
Every time he interpreted the lotus of life and death for someone, he would weave a grass ring!
He wants to weave the lives and deaths of others into the grass ring!
For seven consecutive days, no one came to find Ning Fan to interpret the signature.
On the eighth day, a young man in black led a group of people, suppressing a pitiful middle-aged scribe, to come to Ning Fan for interpretation.
"Brother! I heard that you are setting up a booth here to tell fortunes. It just so happens that a friend of my brother wants to find someone to calculate life and death. Please help him do the calculation."
The young man in black looked respectful, while the middle-aged scribe who was being escorted complained endlessly.
He didn't know the boy in black at all. When did he become the boy in black's friend?
He was just a Pulse Pulse cultivator who had just entered Zhiliu City. As soon as he entered the city, he was picked up by the young man in black to have his fortune signed.
He is just a spiritual planter who makes a living by growing spiritual medicines. He doesn't go to dangerous places to hunt for treasures and seek opportunities. Life and death are nothing if there is any need.
But now, when the young man in black forces him to ask for a signature, he dare not not ask for it.
"I wonder how much you will charge for interpreting the life and death sign?" the middle-aged scribe said with a wry smile.
"Bi Mai cultivator, one lottery ticket and ten pieces of immortal jade." Ning Fan said calmly.
"Ten Immortal Jade, it's not expensive." The middle-aged scribe breathed a sigh of relief.
Just spend ten immortal jade to waste money and eliminate disasters.
After paying ten immortal jade, the middle-aged scribe took the lotus tube and shook it.
When I shook out the lot, there was nothing on it, no words!
"Uh...blank?" The middle-aged scribe was startled and looked at the tube. All the signatures were blank.
He felt that he had been cheated. The empty sign had no runes, so how could he predict it? How to resolve the signature?
Little did he know that all the empty lots were specially made by Ning Fan.
Ning Fan doesn't know how to predict or interpret fortunes, but he knows how to observe life and death.
This secret bamboo stick has the magical power to observe life and death.
Ning Fan's eyes flashed, flashing with the light of life and death.
That day, he participated in the Dragon Fishing Conference in the Demon Realm, viewed life and death with the light of life and death, and scared countless strong people.
Now, he can freely display the light of life and death and observe life and death.
Now, he can only see the life and death of the Soul Fusion monk at most.
This middle-aged scribe is a cultivator of pulse-opening, and Ning Fan can see through his life and death.
"Ten days later, you will die in the house, and the cause of death will be due to being harvested." Ning Fan said calmly.
"Haha! How ridiculous! Chen has never been close to women, how could he die of being raped by others! Moreover, our country, Lingwu, has a great custom and there has never been a female demon who stalked women. Who would rape me!"
The middle-aged scribe looked at Ning Fan with disdain and concluded that Ning Fan was talking nonsense.
The young man in black was furious, how could he tolerate his eldest brother being underestimated!
That was the big brother he recognized, the big brother who could scare him to paralysis with just one look!
Even when faced with an old monster at the peak of Fusion Soul, he was never scared. Ning Fan could scare him, which was extraordinary. He said that middle-aged scribes would die, and there must be some basis for it!
Just as he was about to teach the middle-aged scholar a lesson, Ning Fan waved his hand and said, "Ren Li, stop. I've explained life and death to him, but he doesn't listen. He doesn't agree with his destiny. Even if he dies, he won't be able to blame others."
Ren Li is the name of the boy in black.
Ning Fan has lived here for a year and is already familiar with the boy in black.
Although this man has a gangster spirit, he is not a treacherous or evil person.
This boy kept calling him eldest brother, but he heard it too much and stopped paying attention.
After hearing Ning Fan telling him to stop, although Ren Li was dissatisfied with the middle-aged scribe, he did not dare to teach him a lesson.
He didn't listen to anyone, but he obeyed Ning Fan's words and took them as decrees.
The middle-aged scribe knew that he could not afford to offend the young man in black and others. Although he was dissatisfied with Ning Fan's random interpretation of signatures and defrauding money, he did not dare to cause trouble and left in despair.
Many onlookers witnessed the process of Ning Fan interpreting the signatures, and they all held the same view as the middle-aged scribe, thinking that Ning Fan was cheating money.
Only Yu Sanzhu's eyes were solemn, and he could vaguely see the extraordinary skill of Ning Fan.
Ning Fan's interpretation of the lottery did not rely on the power of heaven, but a great magical power, a magical power that he could not understand in the third lottery!
"Perhaps, that middle-aged scribe will really die..." Yu Sanzhan thought.
Ten days later, a shocking news spread throughout Zhiliu City!
A middle-aged scribe died tragically at home. The cause of death was that he was harvested by someone, and the murderer was a grass demon!
That middle-aged scribe was the one who once sought out Ning Fan for interpretation!
That grass demon was transformed by the elixir he planted!
The grass demon was killed by the strong men of Zhiliu City, and Ning Fan's accurate interpretation of the lottery spread quickly throughout Zhiliu City!
Gradually, many strong men who went out to sea to hunt beasts would come to Ning Fan to get a life and death lottery before going out.
No one knows that on the day when the middle-aged scribe died, Ning Fan made up the first grass ring!
The life and death of the middle-aged scribe was integrated into that grass ring!
Ning Fan opened his mouth and swallowed, the grass ring turned into a half black and half white light, and was swallowed by Ning Fan!
As for Ning Fan's Yuan Shen's life and death pattern, the moment he swallowed the grass ring, there was an extra one! (To be continued.)
