Donghuang Shenzhou, Fengxi Sect.
The peak master of Honghuo Peak is in retreat in the training room.
"Dream butterfly flower, haha..."
Hong Yuan held a dream butterfly flower tightly, with a smile in his eyes, and anyone could see his joy.
Dream butterfly flower is the name of a large category.
In the Dream Butterfly Valley, there are dream butterfly flowers from the first to the sixth level, which correspond to the first six days of the nine days: "blue, blue, purple, yellow, red and pink."
The Dream Butterfly Flower in his hand is all red Dream Butterfly Flower, which is a fifth-level Dream Dao cultivation resource.
Its appearance is like a bright rose, and also like a dreamy butterfly fairy Gu.
It's not that Hong Yuan doesn't want to take the sixth-level Dream Butterfly Flower, but that the sixth-level Dream Butterfly Flower is still being cultivated in Dream Butterfly Valley and has not yet fully grown.
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The ability to harvest such a clump of dream butterfly flowers was due to the demon body's progress in the path of time.
"This time, I'm going to create a dream magic trick."
"Strive for one breath so that the main body can defeat the incarnation of the power just by relying on the Dream Dao attainment."
"Drain it, my aperture!
! "
Hong Yuan sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.
The large array that was already running dispersed purple light, blocking out the breath.
As he was thinking, one precious dream butterfly flower after another turned into white light rain and merged into the void.
Buzz——
All kinds of mysterious thoughts between heaven and earth flowed in his heart and merged with his dreams.
At this moment, Hong Yuan's emperor-level talents and qualifications showed his extraordinary ability.
"Idiots talk about dreams, dreams lead to wisdom..."
"Chu Meng Yunyu, Meng Dao Qingdao..."
"Sleep to nourish your body, dream about the wooden way..."
"Flowers in the mirror of water, moon and water, dreams and waterways..."
"..."
After combining his attainments in various schools, Hong Yuan thought for a moment and then decisively ran along the prototype of "Idiots Talking about Dreams".
According to his conception, the dream power of "Idiots Telling Dreams" is quite remarkable.
Because it can force the enemy to become a demented person, forcing the enemy to be dizzy for a certain period of time and unable to concentrate on things!
Once this move is formed, no matter how you look at it, his body alone can be equivalent to at least half the strength of the incarnation of the strength based on the bonus of Dream Dao attainment!
This is quite not simple, because the strength attainment of the incarnation of strength is a fusion of the heavenly power of the Sky Horn Ant and the Taoism of Taiyin True Dragon Han Jiu Ming.
As for why the main body has to defeat the incarnation of strength by relying solely on the attainment of the Dream Dao, this is related to the "Dream Dao Sanctification" of the main body.
There are two reference points: the incarnation of the sword and the demon body, especially the demon body.
Hong Yuan clearly understands what his body needs to do in order to be able to do it with great confidence:
"Use the Dream Dao School to achieve the realm of a saint."
One is that the incarnation of strength can defeat the Emperor's mark during the Immortal Tribulation of Sainthood.
The second is that the main body can defeat the incarnation of the power simply by relying on the cultivation of the dream path.
Third, the ontology needs to have a sacred artifact related to the dream path.
Fourth, the body needs to have 300,000 Dream Dao traces in the realm of warriors.
After the four conditions are met one by one, Hong Yuan will start the process of becoming a saint and transcending the Immortal Tribulation, seeking to become a dream saint.
In this way, he will not be afraid of any problems that may arise during the tribulation process.
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Bamboo forest avenue of hoarfrost stone house.
The bamboo forest is dense, and the green bamboo leaves sway in the wind.
The breeze blew and the bamboo leaves rustled.
The fresh air and natural sounds make people feel relaxed.
The sun shines through the branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground, reflecting the figures of a father and daughter.
They are admiring flowers and bamboos here!
The elderly father is in a wheelchair, pushed by his daughter.
This father and daughter are Lin Daoyan and Lin Yiru.
"A Yuan is at the helm. He will carry the cauldron for you and guide your future. I am very relieved about your future situation."
Lin Daoyan grabbed a piece of green leaf and said slowly:
"But I still feel very sorry that you are still not married, Yiru."
"No trees can make a forest. I want to entrust you to A Yuan. With this old face, it doesn't matter if I risk my life."
"What do you think?"
Lin Daoyan looked up at his beloved daughter, with a hint of distress in his eyes.
To be honest, he didn't even know when his daughter fell in love with Hong Yuan.
Obviously nothing big happened between the two of them, it's really strange!
"Ayuan!?"
Lin Yiru chuckled and shook his head, explaining his reasons:
"Dad, you are wrong. I just treat A Yuan as my younger brother."
"I think A Yuan is expected to become a saint, so I communicate more with him."
"Besides, A Yuan is actively preparing for the Fengxi battlefield recently. He is preparing to defeat Liu Mantang and take back the Eagle Immortal Blessed Land. We... better not cause trouble for him."
The Fengxi battlefield opens every three years, and the extremely old Lin Daoyan will most likely not survive the next three years.
Lin Yiru spoke softly and smiled lightly, brightly and movingly.
But Lin Daoyan saw that there were a few strands of white hair hidden in her black hair.
"Alas~."
Lin Daoyan couldn't help but sigh:
“How difficult it is to be sanctified.”
"Recently, Elder Niu Juhe of the Law Enforcement Hall died in the "Sage Tribulation". A Yuan may have to go to express his condolences."
"Live in the present, that's what's important!"
Just looking at his daughter's stubborn eyes, Lin Daoyan felt helpless.
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Three days later.
Fenglv Peak, a certain hall.
In the solemn hall, sunken wood coffins were laid horizontally, covered with beautiful red silk, and incense candles were lit around them.
The mourners wear silk on their heads and hold incense burners to mourn the deceased.
The musicians played hazy tragic music, and guests from all over the world paid homage to the past.
Outside the palace, soldiers lined up to guard.
At this time, family members, relatives and friends lined up to send flowers in turn to bid farewell to the deceased.
The whole scene is full of sadness and desolation, making people feel the fragility and preciousness of life.
"Brother Yue, over there at Crescent Lake..."
"Haha, brother Congsheng, I will definitely help if I can. It's really beyond my capabilities."
…
"Ma Sheng..."
"Hey, Senior Brother Gao, let's not talk about anything else today, okay?"
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Back hall.
Le Congsheng, Gao Gou and others looked gloomy.
Their master had only been gone for less than half a month, and he didn't expect to leave so soon.
The business that was clearly promised suddenly came to a standstill.
And the original industries are also being targeted by hungry wolves from all sides.
The reason for all this is because no one can fill the vacancy left after their master, Elder Niu, left!
"Fuck, it would be great if my cultivation reached the fifth level!" Gao Gou cursed secretly, with veins popping out from his clenched hands under his sleeves.
"Alas~" Le Congsheng sighed, inexplicably thinking of Hong Yuan.
He and Hong Yuan almost encountered the same situation.
But the difference is that Hong Yuan can single-handedly fill the void left by his master.
And he is protecting his "Bai Le Restaurant", which is already quite remarkable.
And in the front hall.
Hong Yuan put down a bunch of white flowers and bowed to Elder Niu's portrait.
Several people from Honghuo Peak behind him also bowed after him.
Jianghu is not just about fighting and killing, but more about the worldly interactions between you and me.
"Is this person Hong Yuan, the master of Honghuo Peak? He is indeed as terrifying as a lion."
"Shhh, keep your voice down. Legend has it that this person can kill a Qingfengpeng Ten Thousand Beast King with one punch. With such a level of performance, he is a person of the same level as the true successor of the Nine Great Fengxi!"
"Hiss - I see, no wonder he can carry the Weapon Refining Hall Linmai on his own. Compared with him, Elder Niu's disciples are all useless..."
Whispers sounded among the crowd.
No wonder they thought this way, the contrast between Le Congsheng and others and Hong Yuan was too strong.
One party lost the protection of the master and plummeted instantly.
One party also lost the protection of the master, but it is prospering.
With such a comparison, you can instantly understand how important it is for a force to find a suitable heir to the force!
"Senior Brother Niu, I wish you my condolences."
"thanks, thanks."
After Hong Yuan said something about the scene, he retreated to the rear with his men.
At this moment, Hong Yuan took a serious look at the main hall.
Shameful!
This is his first impression.
It’s not about the objects in the temple, but the people in the temple.
You must know that Elder Niu is a being who can initiate the catastrophe of sainthood and immortality. He is also ranked among the best among the elders. He is also a being who can call the wind and rain and control the thunder.
However, in the main hall now, there are very few fourth- and fifth-level cultivators, and most of them just go for a scene and then stay away.
But there are very few people who are as good at etiquette as Hong Yuan!
"Perhaps this is the reason why Master would rather die of old age than attack the Holy Realm."
"This catastrophe of becoming a saint and ascending to an immortal is really a narrow escape for ordinary warriors——"
Hong Yuan pursed his lower lip lightly, feeling something in his heart.
Since the last heart-to-heart talk between master and disciple, he also learned about their past.
Except for the third senior brother Zhu Wushang, whose qualifications are slightly mediocre, the first senior brother and the second senior brother are all top-notch talents.
Unfortunately, both the eldest brother and the second brother died tragically in the "Tribulation of Sainthood and Immortality".
The master was afraid that he had seen too many scenes of people like this taking advantage of the situation, and finally chose to give up on attacking the holy realm.
A quarter of an hour later.
Hong Yuan and others left the front hall and headed towards the back hall.
"A Yuan, I really did not misjudge you." Le Congsheng said with emotion.
"Uncle Yuan." Half-year-old Lesi Tang Jiansheng shouted.
"Oh? Si Tang is here too." Hong Yuan picked up Le Si Tang.
Lesi Tang is the first child born to Le Congsheng and Tang Baiwei. The name means "Le Congsheng misses Tang Baiwei."
He is a very aggressive little boy with a somewhat naughty temperament.
However, no matter how naughty he was, Le Sitang would always become very reserved when faced with Hong Yuan, a powerful and powerful "uncle".
Le Congsheng was watching the interaction between Hong Yuan and Le Sitang.
He recalled the recent difficulties, and inexplicably, the idea of clinging to Hongyuan's power was born.
And this thought became stronger and more deeply rooted, and the more suppressed it became, the more intense the resistance became.
According to his character of being happy with revenge when he was young, he was unwilling to cling to Hong Yuan.
However, he single-handedly expanded the "Baile Restaurant" into the famous "Baile Restaurant" within Fengxi Sect. His character was inevitably tainted with the businessman's philistine side.
"Ayuan, I think Si Tang and you are quite destined. Do you want to be Si Tang's adoptive father and kiss him?"
Le Congsheng suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and forced out a smile.
"Adoptive father!?" Hong Yuan frowned slightly, "I'm not very suitable. Senior brother Gao Gou is more suitable to be Si Tang's adoptive father..."
He is indeed not suitable to be Le Si Tang's adoptive father, and he has no interest in being someone else's adoptive father.
Now he is no longer alone. No matter what he does, he must proceed from his identity as the master of Honghuo Peak and take the overall situation into consideration.
Le Congsheng still wanted to say something.
But the next moment, Le Congsheng's eyes widened suddenly, and he trembled all over. A chill shot up from his spine to the sky. His scalp was numb, and he woke up completely. He didn't say anything more.
Le Congsheng looked sideways and immediately found that several major cultivators from Honghuo Peak were staring at him with unkind eyes, implying contempt.
After such an experience, Hong Yuan no longer had any interest in chatting.
After finding an excuse, Hong Yuan left with his men.
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Dusk.
Hong Yuan arrived at Baishuang Stone House and took over Lin Yiru's responsibility of taking care of Lin Daoyan.
At this time, Lin Daoyan was lying on the wooden bed, staring blankly at the green bamboo ceiling, as if he was recalling his past.
Lin Daoyan's body exuded an extremely unpleasant odor, but Hong Yuan remained calm.
Beside the bed, Hong Yuan sat quietly on a wooden chair.
He soaked the towel in a redwood bucket filled with warm water, took it out, wrung it out, and then wiped Lin Daoyan's body seriously.
"Ayuan..."
"Master, I'm here."
"They say that once you are a teacher, you will always be a father. But with today's moral corruption, how can we have such a relationship. You have done enough for me, so leave such tedious chores to Yiru and the others."
"It's not complicated, Master."
silence.
Lin Daoyan closed his eyes and stopped talking, but the corners of his eyes raised showed his relief.
The only sound in the room was the sound of Hong Yuan wiping Lin Daoyan's body.
"With half a son-in-law, it would be great if you and Yiru got married..."
"Emotional matters cannot be forced. Sister Yiru also has her own life. In the future, if she encounters any difficulties, I will help her overcome all difficulties."
Silence again.
In the room, the only sound of Hong Yuan's work was still heard.
"I heard that you went to Elder Niu's funeral. How do you feel?"
"Yes, master, everything is fine."
"How are Elder Niu's descendants doing now?"
Hong Yuan was silent for a moment and replied softly: "When people leave, they encounter certain difficulties in life."
"Alas, the trees fell and the monkeys scattered..." Lin Daoyan sighed softly. He turned to look at Hong Yuan with a look of satisfaction in his eyes: "Fortunately, I have you in my lineage. Being able to accept you as my disciple is the wisest thing in my life." One of the decisions.”
"Master, don't worry, this is what a disciple should do." Hong Yuan said with a warm smile.
After finishing speaking, Lin Daoyan fell into silence again. He closed his eyes with peace of mind and raised the corners of his mouth.
In fact, he had a lot to say to Hong Yuan, but they were all in the past and were of no use to Hong Yuan's growth, so there was no need for him to say more.
After a while.
Hong Yuan respectfully resigned.
When Hong Yuan was about to close the door and leave, Lin Daoyan's lips moved slightly: "Thank you, A Yuan."
"I am also very grateful for your cultivation, master." Hong Yuan closed the door softly.
A cold moon hung high in the sky, and the cold moonlight fell on the earth.
Under the nostalgic gazes of Lin Yiru, Mo Yuer and others, Hong Yuan rushed towards Honghuo Peak with firm steps.
It seems...the road travels alone!
