Chapter 73 Story

The minions who came to dismantle the signboard were driven away, and Zhenwei Railway became busy again. It's just that this busyness is not work. The blacksmiths are busy greeting their injuries and the most injured iron mouth.

The signboard of Zhenwei Railway was dismantled, which should have been extremely sad, but unexpectedly, Yin Yifan was killed halfway. He not only drove him away, but also got the Liuda storage treasure. As the head of more than 20 people, Liu Da's savings are naturally a lot, but this time it is very unfortunate that all of them have been confisified. There are many kinds of goods in this storage ring, including many golden and shiny things. Several blacksmiths stared and looked coveted. When will I see so much wealth all day long? Naturally, I am very excited, and the haze in my heart is also swept away.

After the "strong onlookers" of a group of blacksmiths, Yin Yifan finally took a breath, appeased the extremely cold force in his body, put away the hammer and walked to the stove. The workload required today has not been reached, and he naturally has to complete it. As for what to do with that group of people and how to retaliate, Yin Yifan really didn't think about it.

He has always disliked these self-respecting people, and he has come to fight desperately. Can't beat it? There is also the old man who practiced. Although he is not as strong as before, it is naturally not a problem to deal with an iron line, Yin Yifan thought so.

"Your power fluctuates a lot." Just as Yin Yifan was preparing to continue to strike iron, the voice of the old man sounded behind him.

Yin Yifan looked up and was slightly stunned. After saying this, he couldn't help feeling that there seemed to be some strange throbbing in this yuan. He turned around and took a look at the old man standing behind him. He hesitated, blinked his eyes and said, "How do you know?"

The old man smiled without smiling. He turned his head and raised his eyebrows and said, "Who is I?"

Yin Yifan heard that the old man was secretly giving himself a dose of medicine, which means that you don't have to be too careful about the iron thing. Who am I?

Thinking of this, a heartfelt smile appeared on the teenager's cold face and said, "The fluctuation of power is very strong. What should I do?"

"Come with me!"

The old man said lightly, and even if he didn't wait for Yin Yifan to react, he went out.

Yin Yifan had to follow the old man doubtfully and guessed what medicine the old man was selling? Unexpectedly, this walk was good, and he walked directly out of the gate of Shengxing City and walked to the layers of mountains in the distance.

The old man looked back at Yin Yifan, narrowed his eyes slightly, with a faint smile, as if he saw the shadow of his youth.

"In the past few months, I can see that you are very strong, unruly, lifeless, and ruthless." Four words popped up from the old man's mouth, and his look began to be serious.

Yin Yifan just looked up at the old face, still like bark. The old man turned around and still walked. The setting sun shone on Yin Yifan's face through his strong figure, and the teenager narrowed his eyes.

"But this is the kind of heart at a young age. It's not good for the future. You'd better pay attention to it. A long time ago, a teenager with your heart was born in a big family. The family is very strong and is a caster family, so the descendants of the family are desperately studying the way of castings in order to be appreciated by their elders. Naturally, the teenager is the same, but God doesn't seem to treat him, so he has never had any outstanding talent. Fortunately, he is very strong, works hard and makes progress desperately, but sometimes life is often paid but not rewarded. In this way, when the teenager grew up to a young man, other peers had begun to cast, but he could only wait and see, because he had not reached the threshold. He was very sad and silent. In an unexpected epiphany, he suddenly found that there were thousands of ways to cast, why he always hanged on a tree. So he began to run away from home. In order to pursue a better way of casting, he began his unruly life. More than ten years later, the young man became middle-aged and returned to the family. Unexpectedly, what awaits him is not a warm welcome and earnest thoughts, but more sarcasm. Relatives don't like this relative who has been gone for more than ten years, and it can even be said that they have already forgotten it. And the hard-cultivated casting skill is also known as the left road of the side door, half-baked. Finally, he gave up. He was thinking about why he had been wandering and practicing hard for more than ten years. In the end, he was completely disappointed in this family. Thinking about it, it's better to just go out and enjoy yourself. What's the use of being affectionate? It's better to be ruthless."

Speaking of this, the old man paused and seemed to take a deep breath. His figure also fluctuated slightly and continued to say: "A person's life is in a hurry for hundreds of years. Even if he practices to the seventh yuan, it is only a few hundred years of years, but what about longevity? Use? He left heartfeltly, saying that he wanted to find his own life. However, how many wonderful things have been missed in a person's life. His life is very strong and unruly. Naturally, he has fought desperately and ruthlessly. But what did he get in the end? Home is not a home, and even in my life, I don't even have a beloved person. I have been lonely all my life, leaving behind these two sad words [missed].

The old man spoke as he walked, and Yin Yifan listened as he walked. Gradually, both of them fell silent. Under the setting sun, both backs were pulled out for a period of benefit, which seemed to be sad and very obvious. The little ghost did not go to see the old ghost, and no one found that the old ghost raised his head, and the old man's eyes were wet and uncontrollable. Even the old face of the ravines was slowly **.

Who doesn't know that the man in his mouth is himself.

I don't know how long it took, and the two slowly walked into the mountain. The old man pulled out a hoe from the storage treasure and dug a hole without taking care of Yin Yifan's doubtful look.

Yin Yifan thought a lot in his heart. He was quite touched by the story just now. He didn't like to talk much at this moment. It was also the story of the old man who practiced, which changed him a lot in the future.

In fact, sometimes it's better not to be stronger than better. Sometimes it should be pedantic and secular, and it can't be too unruly at all.

After about half an hour, the old man has dug a hole about three feet deep, three feet wide and eight feet long in the loess. He didn't use any power, so he dug for a longer time. Throwing down the hoe and turning around, there is no sadness at the beginning.

took a look at Yin Yifan, who was still silent, and grinned, "Little ghost, Xiuyuan is actually the practice of life. As the saying goes, the higher the realm, the longer life. Earth, fire, water, wood, gold, thunder, space, time, life and death, followed this order, which is a ten-thousand-year theorem. No one dares not to obey.

"In fact, life is made up of these nine avenues. It can be said that the Great Yuan Dynasty is also composed of these nine avenues. And Benyuan's practice is the practice of the road, just like constructing an integral part of his life. If you want to promote from the realm of the previous yuan to the realm of the next yuan, you must construct the previous component to perfection. To apply it to this yuan, it is to cultivate this yuan to fill the realm.

Yin Yifan raised his eyebrows and listened carefully to the old man's story. He seemed to have some sense and nodded.

"You are now in the realm of one yuan and nine cents. It can be said that you have almost practiced the first Yuan, but you have not fully penetrated the way of earth and reached the level of Yuanman. If you want to practice the second yuan, you must first practice the first yuan to the full state of yuan. Then you can feel the way of fire and cultivate the second original.

"Yuan Man, is it to complete the practice of a road?" Although Yin Yifan had a number, he still confirmed it.

The old man nodded, brushed his long beard, turned around, looked at the pit that had just been dug, paused, seemed to recall something, and said slowly, "I still remember the bottleneck of the one-yuan realm. I dug a pit and then asked someone to bury me. In this way, he forced himself to a dead end, practiced in the ground for ten days and ten nights, deeply felt the way of earth, and then reached the realm of Yuanman. You can also try it now.

"Buried?"

Yin Yifan was stunned when he heard the words, opened his mouth slightly, took a few steps, and looked at the big pit in front of him. I couldn't help but smile, and even sprinkled away with a little sadness, wiped the cold sweat on my forehead, sighed, and said secretly, "This old man, who has dug a hole for a long time, dares to bury me."

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