025 months

I don't know how long he slept, and Yang Zifan woke up leisurely.

For thousands of years, there has been an ancient legend: "If you wake up from a long sleep, you will see your fate at first sight."

No one knows why Yang Zifan has such boring thoughts in his mind, but this sentence has been around his mind in the dark, like a nightmare that can't be dispelled for a long time.

What is reflected in his eyes at this moment is Qinglin's concerned eyes in the melting candlelight.

It's a pool of autumn water, with confusing warmth in the cold clarity.

"You're awake!"

Qinglin's voice echoed coldly in his ears.

Yang Zifan did not answer immediately. He looked around doubtfully at the familiar table and the familiar wall, as if it were in his bedroom. Qinglin stood by the bed, and the sadness between his eyebrows was so obvious.

I thought I was still dreaming, but the dream seemed to be too realistic.

"Are you feeling better?"

Qinglin's voice echoed in the room again.

Yang Zifan straightened up and his whole body was sore. The pain made him take several breaths of cold air, but he smiled, because all this was true.

Qinglin watched Yang Zifan wake up without saying a word, just giggle and wondered, "Little brother, are you stupid?"

Yang Zifan listened to Qinglin's voice like Xianle. His face turned red and lowered his head and said, "Sister, I'm stupid."

Qinglin was stunned for a moment and said, "Brother, who said you are a fool? Is that man in white?"

Yang Zifan quickly shook his head and said, "No, the man in white is my friend. His name is Liang Yichen. He is from Bai Zhufeng. He is a very good person."

"Liang Yichen." Qinglin silently read the name twice, his thin eyebrows condensed slightly, and suddenly unfolded again. He said happily, "Is it the one who is listed as the two immortals of Tianyuan together with Li Chengcheng? He is a genius. He became a Yuanying period at the age of 18. How did you know him?

After hearing this, Yang Zifan secretly said in his heart, "At the age of 18, it's the Yuanying period. What kind of speed is this? Even if you start to practice in your mother's womb, you can't be so fast. He couldn't help sighing, "He turned out to be so powerful!"

Thinking of the hut, Tianyi Laodao was shocked by Tianren's cultivation. Liang Yichen and the two of them regarded the momentum of death. They only fought once and became timid, but he and Li Chengcheng didn't know how many times they went there. Thinking about it, they really admired these two people very much.

Qinglin said again, "It's more than awesome. When I joined the faction, I heard that he would probably become the youngest head of the Tianyuan faction in history."

Yang Zifan looked up at Sister Qinglin and saw that she was ashamed at this time, as if she was recalling Liang Yichen's stories. Somehow, she sighed and stood up and walked out of the room.

It's already night outside the house, and the night wind is blowing on my body, but it is not as painful as my heart.

He is so handsome and a fairy-like figure. At the age of 18, he reached the Yuanying period. What about himself? Stupid and stupid, how can you compare with ordinary appearance? I couldn't help but be jealous. I walked down the steps and stood in the courtyard. Looking up at the sky, the stars were full of the sky, and a full moon hung on the edge of the sky. The courtyard is deep, and I don't know when all kinds of flowers bloom in the grass and trees beside the road.

Yang Zifan was stunned and walked into the vegetation and crushed a small flower.

Suddenly, a slender jade hand stood in front of him, as if stretching out from the eternal darkness. There was a small Tai Chi painted on his flesh-colored nails, with a quiet beauty, moonlight and stars in the sky, with an unspeakable beauty.

"The flowers are so beautiful that it's not good to step on them."

The sound of Qinglin in his ear floats in the wind at night.

At that moment, Yang Zifan's mind banged, as if the light in the sky had lost its brilliance, and he only heard the rustling sound of ginkgo leaves being danced by the wind.

He turned his head with a trace of hatred in his eyes.

Qinglin looked in his eyes and was stunned. This was the first time he saw such an expression in his younger brother's eyes. But that hatred just disappeared into the moon.

Yang Zifan was also shocked. He didn't know why he was like this tonight. He quickly withdrew his eyes and said, "Senior sister, thank you"

Qinglin said coldly, "Originally, the stupid second brother took care of you, but he had something to do at the last minute, so I came here. Don't thank me."

"It turned out that she had no choice but to come." Yang Zifan felt depressed again. Unconsciously remembered that day, his senior sister in Cuipingtang took a big action to rise out and scolded himself for not thinking so.

"Well, it's getting late and I have to go back. You have to take good care of yourself and don't walk and faint." Qinglin said lightly and left the ginkgo courtyard.

Looking at the distant shadow of Qinglin, Yang Zifan turned around with a wry smile.

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Time seemed to pass again, and March passed in a blink of an eye. What happened on the dead Rongfeng, the old man's residence, was like a dream. Li Chengcheng did not appear, but he heard that Li Chengcheng, who was seriously injured in Chenfeng, but he found nothing after several times.

Yang Zifan still studies, practices and cuts trees every day, but in addition to this, he has another activity, and Liang Yichen goes to the withered peak every half a month.

At the beginning of such a desperate exercise, Yang Zifan was still a little hesitant, but he actually liked such a sport twice. Every time he didn't fight half-death, he would never give up.

In this way, his martial arts skills can be said to be advanced rapidly, but when he went there for the first time, he still didn't figure out what the body of the underworld fire was said. Yang Zifan asked several times in a row, and Tianyi didn't answer, which really puzzled him.

On this day, he put on his clothes and pushed the door. When he saw the snow flying outside the house and the ginkgo hanging snow, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned. It was winter! He has been in the Tianyuan faction for a year.

The weather is good today. He passed Cuipingtang and walked to the edge of Qingtian Cliff. The chain bridge between the clouds and fog was loomed by snow. Now he can cross the bridge alone. Thinking of the scene where I almost fell into the cliff on the opposite side a year ago, I couldn't help thinking about Brother Gu Ming, whom I hadn't seen for more than three months.

I don't know how he has understood in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion and whether he can make a breakthrough.

Yang Zifan took a breath and jumped on the chain. The real element in his body slowly flowed, producing a strong hot air to dissolve the snow on the chain.

A sword light in the sky roared over his head. Yang Zifan looked up. The light was purple but seemed to be a little familiar. He looked at it with envy. He didn't know when he would be able to fly with his sword and raise his palm. The fireprint fluor flowed, as if to comfort him.

Yang Zifan felt it and walked to the iron chain. The soft blue light surrounded him and walked steadily into the clouds...

The sky is still snowy, and Yang Zifan sits in Sichen's house.

In the classroom, Mr. Xu has taught the second part of Taoist Collection: the heavenly path is difficult to find; the heavenly traces are difficult to know its nature...

In another three hours, he will completely finish the course of Sichen Mansion. He inspected the familiar environment around him and was a little reluctant. The flowers and jade trees in the courtyard have been covered with white snow.

His thoughts climbed up to the sky along the snow and flew higher and higher with the dark sky.