The sunshine in winter is particularly warm, but once the sun sets, the chill of Xiaosha envelopes the earth again.
It makes everything dare not move at all, for fear of provoking an even colder touch. (I’ve been sick for a few days, so I’ll resume updating today)
This was because Fan Yi had been practicing breathing for too long. After that, he obviously no longer absorbed spiritual power, but his mind entered another kind of perception.
It emerges with the yin and yang of the sky, and rotates with the rhythm of the earth.
The Immortal King's induction shows that it can be said that the path has reached the end of the cultivator's direction.
Bang bang bang!
There were three crisp sounds from outside the wooden door.
Then a woman's voice sounded:
"Fan Yi, it's time for dinner. Uncle Lei, we are all waiting for you in the dining hall!"
Fan Yi heard the words and agreed:
"Go right away."
The sound of the woman's moving footsteps came, as if she was jumping lightly with her hands behind her back, so there was a sense of joy.
Fan Yi shook his head and felt that today's practice of breathing and breathing seemed to be very different from usual. As for how different, even he himself could not say clearly.
Fan Yi opened the wooden door and felt the cold air hit his face. He took a deep breath and walked towards the dining hall.
When we got to the door, it was very lively inside.
"Master Lei, you have come all the way, and I am stupid and can't speak. I would like to offer you a bowl of wine!"
The speaker was a strong man six feet tall, and sitting next to him was Feng Wu, a woman in armor.
Upon hearing this, Lei Yinyun also picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
Fan Yi opened the curtain and walked in. He was greeted by everyone and sat on the table.
This was the first time for the strong man to see Fan Yi. Just last night, Fan Yi single-handedly killed a long-famous six-level monk. This fact was obviously known to him.
The muscular man looked at Fan Yi with a burning look in his eyes, so he picked up a wine jar with one hand, filled Fan Yi with a large bowl of wine, pushed it over and said:
"Brother Fan, drink this bowl of wine!"
Seeing that the strong man was a little rash, Feng Wu had to take the wine bowl first and introduced to Fan Yi:
"He's Hou Qi, the one from my family. I'm really sorry for making City Master Fan laugh."
It turns out that Hou Qi is Feng Wu's husband, so he thought there was a couple guarding the town.
Fan Yi could feel that the cultivation realm of a strong man should also be in the sixth realm.
It's just that the aura faintly exuding from his body seems to be a bit stronger than Liu Wangjiang's last night.
That means Hou Qi has already half-stepped into the Seventh Realm, but why he is unwilling to take this step seems not to be a restriction, but a deliberate decision.
Fan Yi took the wine bowl with a smile, then passed it to everyone and drank it all in one gulp.
When Hou Qi saw this scene, he laughed even louder.
Only now did Fan Yi know the horror of Tianlong City.
He would not believe it now that there were only four monks in the Seventh Realm: the old city lord, two family heads and Zhao Louzhu of Liuwang Tower.
I'm afraid the eight realms that are hidden from the world may also exist. As for the monks in the six realms, there are really a lot of them.
No wonder Tianlong City became a first-class important city in Wuzong.
Compared with this, Rongcheng, where he is located, is like a little ant looking up to the rooster.
But now, Fan Yi couldn't figure out why Wong Baofei wanted to show his favor to Rongcheng.
After three rounds of drinking, Lei Yinyun made an excuse to have to rush on the road tomorrow morning. He was helpless and had to show his status to make Dehou Qixiao stop.
Otherwise, if he followed his enthusiasm and drank it, he would have to put it aside again because he would be on his way tomorrow.
The wine is made from the entire skeleton of a rare hybrid beast. Even if you want to mobilize your spiritual power to drive away the alcohol, it is not an easy task.
Bai Yanfeng was so drunk that he lay on the table and fell asleep for a long time. He was later carried back to his room by the servants.
Hou Qi was helped out of the dining hall by Feng Wu.
Lei Yinyun rarely smiled in the past, but tonight he laughed all the time. It seemed that Hou Qi had caught his fancy.
Jiang Jixue saw that Fan Yi had also drank a lot. Although his face looked normal and did not look like he had drunk too much, the look in his eyes was erratic.
Jiang Jixue had no choice but to help him walk towards the house. As expected, he took three steps forward and then took one step back.
Arrive at the door of the house.
Fan Yi shook his body and said:
"Miss Jiang, please come back. I can go in and rest alone."
Jiang Jixue glared at the tongue-tied boy fiercely and scolded softly:
"Who cares about you! I can't even say what I want, but I still chase people away. I'm just afraid that you will fall to the ground after you go in, and you deserve to freeze to death."
Fan Yihan smiled, but did not dare to speak anymore.
Jiang Jixue helped him to the bed, and then asked people to add some more to the carbon basin.
After checking the window, she seemed uneasy, so she came to the young man again and leaned down to listen to Fan Yi's breathing.
Unexpectedly, Fan Yi suddenly raised his right hand and actually hugged the woman's back. His other hand was also dishonest and hugged the woman's neck.
This move startled Jiang Jixue. She suddenly broke away from her arm and tried to beat him.
"Little thief! Did you do it on purpose?"
Fan Yi fell into a deep sleep long ago, and could still wake up, but he still uttered vague words:
"It smells so good, it smells so good."
Jiang Jixue gritted her teeth in hatred and waved her fist again.
She is a dignified young lady. She has never served anyone else, let alone been hugged around the neck or back.
But after this incident, I felt a little strange in my heart, and my heart beat violently.
Jiang Jixue shook her head and cursed:
"Color embryo".
Then he walked out of the house and closed the door gently.
There is no way that Fan Yi can be a pervert. On the contrary, for the opposite sex, he has a different feeling in his mind because he lacks a subtle care.
The small town looks peaceful yet abrupt against the backdrop of the red candle lanterns hanging along the streets.
Everything was silent.
Two hours later, Fan Yi gradually woke up.
After he opened his eyes, he lay down for a while. When he couldn't lie down anymore, he sat up straight again, not knowing what to do.
At this time, the moonlight came in through the cracks in the window.
On the wall not far away, three or five rows of light beams were intertwined, reflecting a light and dark pattern on the wall.
Fan Yi looked at this pattern and couldn't move his eyes away for a while.
He just stared at the pattern blankly, his mind going blank.
Half an hour passed, and the pattern was still there.
Fan Yi took a deep breath, then raised a finger and started tracing the direction of the pattern in the air.
Although it is a boring move, there will be a trace of spiritual power floating on his fingertips.
Carve over and over again, carve all the time.
Fan Yi's mind entered an ethereal state.
He had experienced this feeling before, in that painting of catching monsters.
An hour passed.
Fan Yi finally stopped his fingers. At this time, he was no longer drunk at all, but felt extremely comfortable all over.
The sense of hearing has also become stronger, as if a small tree swaying a hundred feet away, its amplitude and frequency can be counted one by one.
Fan Yi secretly made up his mind to wait until his cultivation reached the sixth level, and then he would start copying the monster-catching paintings according to the method given by the painter.
