Juntian map

This kind of destiny of fortune and the repulsion of spiritual power at the heaven and earth in the body made Senior Brother Qingming suffer for twenty years.

For twenty years, Senior Brother Qingming has not been fighting against this innate disease for a day.

So much so that he never left the Two Realms Mountain.

He is very strong! He is so strong that it makes people unable to imagine what kind of tenacity and perseverance is contained in his thin body!

So Chongyang admires his senior brother very much!

Not only admire, but also admire!

...

In the early autumn of the 40th year of Dayan, after Bodhi Academy student returned to the Demon Sect of the Two Realms Mountain on Chongyang, a black carriage drove from the Demon World to the earth.

The new sect leader who suffered from congenital diseases in the 18th level of purgatory, accompanied by the strongest man in the Demon Sect, the Qing-robed Master, went out of the Two Realms Mountain to find the lost Shennong hundred sketches to treat this congenital

disease!

Qingming's first time coming out of the mountain!

The first time out of the mountain in twenty years!

He did not have the heart to appreciate the colorful and magnificent scenery of autumn along the way, nor did he have the heart to look up at the clouds that changed with the wind.

When he was very young, he was sealed by the Creation Hunyuan Map for five hundred years.

He woke up five hundred years later and became infected with an incurable disease.

He lived in the 18th level of purgatory for twenty years, without seeing the human nature, only hearing the sound of the demonic Taoism.

He has never been in the world, but he knows that the colorful and colorful structure of all things in the world comes from those difficult to capture and magical spiritual powers.

Therefore, in his eyes, the thousands of colors in the world are just spiritual powers with different attributes.

That's all!

There are many Hunyuan beads in his body, and he doesn't think it's new and strange in this world.

Because the world he wants to see has long been imprinted in his body!

The world is in his body!

...

It's autumn again.

Last fall, Bodhi Academy started enrolling students. Bodhi City, an important transportation hub between the Great Yan Empire and the Qizhou Region, gathered young heroes and leaders from all over the world, and Bodhi City was very lively!

The whole year of sight was fleeting, and the Bodhi City in the autumn of the 40th year of Dayan was undoubtedly much deserted and empty compared to the present and present last year.

Of course, those people who have lived in Bodhi City for generations will naturally not lose the joy of life and the meaning of survival because of the deserted city, nor will they burn incense and worship God for their expectations because of the prosperity and excitement of this city.

Live for a hundred years.

After all, this is life!

Whether you are happy or sad, whether you are poor or rich, you will eventually return to the peace of your heart in the trajectory of time.

This is life!

The people in Bodhi City naturally understand life.

Therefore, whether it is spring, summer, autumn and winter, or whether Bodhi Academy is enrolling students, the operas and cheers in the theater have never stopped, and there are still business trips and casual cultivators coming and going in the inn to stay in the hotel or rest.

Tianxiang Pavilion is still full of bright lights and wine and laughter.

The youngest son of the shopkeeper who sold pastries was still holding willow branches in front of the door with his playmate, playing as a swordsman or swordsman, and then accidentally fell to the feet of a female customer who came to buy pastries.

The child fell down but did not cry.

In his understanding, whether it is a swordsman or a swordsman, he is a hero who never sheds tears, even if it hurts when he falls.

The female customer who came to buy pastries squatted down gently, looked at the child's eyes but held back the tears that had not shed, and smiled slightly. Then she unbuttoned the packaged oil paper, took out a piece of pastry and handed it to the strong child.

.

The child knew the pastry at home. After taking a full bite, the intimacy in his mouth made him no longer feel the pain on his body. He climbed up happily, waved the willow branches in his hand, and said to the other party.

The 'enemy' he defeated went to fight for another 300 rounds.

The female customer got up, looked back at the store's signature, then gently pinched a piece of pastry with her slender fingers and put it into her mouth, leaving happily with her hands behind her back.

I have long heard that there is a shop in Bodhi City that makes snowflake cakes and are delicious, which are no less than the authentic Xingyunzhou snowflake cakes, so she stayed in the city for a while in order to find a miss

People who have been long-lasting also have to worry about this snowflake cake that makes people miss and reluctant to leave.

It has been a long time since she had such delicious and nostalgic snowflake cake.

That's the smell of memory.

She remembered that the last time she was in the palace, which was invited by Yan Nanfei, the ninth prince of the Great Yan Empire, to eat snowflake cakes that she and the people she was closest to.

Breathing the free air, enjoying the cool and refreshing feeling of autumn, and tasting my favorite pastries, the woman walked on the most spacious street in Bodhi City and couldn't help but feel a little missed.

The woman passed by Tianxiang Pavilion.

A very sumptuous banquet was placed next to the window in Tianxiang attic. The banquet was not someone else's invitation, but the many new students who just entered Bodhi Academy last autumn. The host is naturally the fiance of Yu Zhongtang, the new shopkeeper of Tianxiang Pavilion, and has the best in the world.

Jiang Manlou, a family with a young age, was named Jiang Manlou.

The seat on Jiangman Tower is a farewell banquet.

He could no longer remember how many farewell banquets this was since the beginning of autumn. He only knew that after each banquet, he would have few like-minded classmates in Bodhi Academy.

He once sent away his ten-school comrades one by one, but now he is going to bid farewell to his classmates.

Jiang Manlou sometimes wonders why he insists on staying in Bodhi Academy.

He had no answer to this question. He thought, maybe not for anything, maybe he just wanted to wait for someone to wake up.

He just wants to wait for one person to wake up!

...

Jiang Manlou rarely had some interest during the banquet.

If it weren’t for the boring scholar from the library today, he would probably still be boring and boring at this farewell banquet!

Jiang Manlou held a jar of wine and opened the window with a listless and drunken eyes. The cool breeze blew over her face, and the strong sense of wine rushed into his mouth. He simply vomited it directly into the jar.

After a little while, Jiang Manlou leaned straight against the window, raised his arms, wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and blinked tiredly, as if he saw a familiar back from the attic

Walking down the street.

A name appeared in his mind, and Jiang Manlou's drunkenness was immediately dispelled by Qiu Feng, and he suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He confirmed that he saw the back, which was a very familiar back.

He reached out his hand and pointed at the street under the window, and said intermittently: "Book, scholar...book, nebula...nebula...nebula comes here!"

The scholar Li Xingyun, who was at the banquet, was not in the mood or interest to drink.

Even if he is in a mood and in a strong mood, he will not drink.

The reason why I promised Jiang Manlou to come to Tianxiang Pavilion to accompany him was that I was worried that the guy would not find the way to go up the mountain and return to the academy after getting drunk. Or on the way up the mountain, he regarded the cliff as the ancient rumored saint's cave and jumped.

It would be awful to go directly to the Netherworld to report on treasure hunting.

Li Xingyun didn't want to lose such a classmate.

Although Jiangmanlou does not look reliable.

After hearing the sound, Li Xingyun walked from the banquet and walked to Jiang Manlou. His eyes followed Jiang Manlou's erratic fingers and he actually saw a familiar figure.

A figure that has been searching hard for a long time has become a disaster.

Without any hesitation, scholar Li Xingyun jumped directly from the attic.