Chapter 269 Red Dust
The clouds are light, the wind is light and the autumn is cool. It is a good time for the young people in the world to leap and roar. These rangers do not have the boring feelings of the sad spring and autumn in the hearts of the literati, but more for the unknown world, the rumored yearning for the rivers and lakes. Whether in the downtown or in the wilderness, you can often see more or less groups of teenagers who come to travel around the world. They roar, sing away happily, and sprinkle a lot of years in exchange for today's wanton carnival. When Shaohua is old, there may be some people who are called the big shots on the prestige side, or some people who have been wandering for many years are still wearing rags and a long sword, wandering alone.
This is the world. There are countless fresh blood added every day, and countless people wash their hands in the golden basin every day. There are countless in the rivers and lakes of hidden mountains and forests, including countless intrigues, and countless passionate feelings. No matter how they perform their roles, this world has not changed for thousands of years.
"Alas!" The middle-aged man in blue on the Wangjiang Building looked at several young heroes who passed by happily below and sighed. The teenagers below obviously drank a lot of wine pulp, otherwise they would no longer run wildly in this downtown, attracting a piece of **. Young and frivolous, I have been at this age, and I have done more absurd and unruly things than this. Unfortunately, all this has become a memory, leaving only a faint wisp of emotion lingering in my heart.
While sighing, the middle-aged man couldn't help but see the long street in the distance. A white figure came from Shi Shiran, and a flame kept beating on his shoulder. The middle-aged man quickly stared at it, but it turned out that a small palm-sized monkey jumped on the teenager's shoulder, and the fiery red fur was really like a flame against the moon-white robe.
When the man approached, the middle-aged man couldn't help admiring, what a handsome and beautiful teenager. The teenager looked only seventeen or eight years old. He was dressed in a moon-white robe, and his whole body was as warm as jade. An elegant atmosphere came to his face, while a palm-wide belt around his waist tied the narrow waist, which made the teenager suddenly look like a bee's waist, showing a heroic spirit in elegance. Looking at his face, the young man's face was like crowned jade, with red lips and white teeth, and two sword eyebrows straightened into his temples. A warm and flawless jade ring on his head tied the bun high, making his already extremely tall figure more straight.
What's more surprising is that the long street has just been run by the drunken rangers, and the ground has long been dirty. However, the teenager's slow pace was not disturbed by the dirt on the ground, and there was no trace of stains on a pair of thin bottoms. What a handsome young man like a guest from the sky. With that dusty posture, a group of people in the world who pretend to be a prince are simply as unbearable as a native chicken standing next to a crane.
"Dad, what are you looking at?" A crisp and pleasant girl's voice sounded, as beautiful as a yellow warbler. A girl in a tender yellow dress walked to the middle-aged man, curiously poked out her little head, and followed her father's eyes. The girl was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and a pair of big eyes narrowed slightly in the sunlight outside the window, as beautiful as two crescents.
The following is naturally Gan Ping. After the real fire refining the soul that day, with the help of the real fire, he refined the remaining fragments of the yuan god in the soul, and the memory that had been sealed for a long time finally returned to his mind. The wilderness is yellow, the red flow is barren, and half of the mountain tigers eat deer. There were nursery rhymes, childhood memories, a broken enlightenment book, and the demon tiger, the insidious mysterious son. Oh, the most important thing is that his father, Gan Ningcheng, was remembered by Gan Ping and reappeared in front of him.
At that moment, Gan Ping made a decision to go down the mountain and find his father! This is the eager expectation from the flesh and blood, and from the eager desire of father and son. After leaving home for many years, his father Gan Ningcheng must have been waiting anxiously, right? Fortunately, Gan Ping thought that he had been taken away by Xuan Mingzi in the name of cultivating immortals. Presumably, his father would not be too anxious, so he calmed down a little.
After experiencing the battle with Wanfang, the real fire soul refining has washed all Gan Ping's body and mind, and many spiritual objects accumulated in the body have become effective. The Muling quenching body milk and the real dragon essence blood are both things that can greatly improve people's cultivation. Now the effectiveness has been stimulated. Gan Ping only feels that his cultivation is a thousand miles a day, and he has reached the peak of pherme in a short time, and there is only a layer of diaphragm away from the golden elixir.
However, this diaphragm is an insurmountable high mountain, and I don't know how many highly qualified people have been defeated from ancient times to the present. As soon as this golden elixir is completed, he immediately jumps out of the world. How can the real person who pursues eternal life be so easy to spend it at will? Although the internal thought of the sect and the credit of Gan Ping, the twelve peak masters of the Yuanshen used this real fire soul refining skill, so that there was no impurity in Ganping's soul. It can be said that it paved a smooth road to the sky for him, but it lost its function when Ganping reached the realm of Jindan.
This soul is pure. It has really crossed many levels, but it has also completely revealed the seven emotions and six desires in the hearts of the monks' hearts. Now Gan Ping, who has a full memory, has a concern in his heart, and the father who is separated from a distant place is his concern. Therefore, this golden elixir is difficult to form. Only with this heart knot can I pursue the immortal road without concern.
Along the way, Gan Ping did not drive the sword light and went straight to the You Tiancheng that his father said. First of all, he did not know the way to You Tiancheng. He must have been very young in those years, so he was taken to Yulong Mountain by Zongmen's usage. Secondly, he wants to walk around in the secular world. Although the father-son relationship lingers in his heart, I don't know why Gan Ping has a slight resistance to this relationship. After all, after so many years, coupled with the fragments of the yuan god of the two masters, now Gan Ping is no longer a little child who was admired by half a mountain.
Maybe for some reason, although Gan Ping's heart is like an arrow, he is resistant to this feeling in the bottom of his heart. Therefore, he also plans to walk in this world, refine his mood, and think about what kind of face and what kind of identity to meet his father. Therefore, Gan Ping and Huoer traveled all the way, and did not use the flying sword magic weapon to catch the road, but measured thousands of miles of mountains and rivers with two legs.
Gan Ping couldn't help but be dazzled by the wind and things along the way. He finally understood the meaning of reading thousands of books in Mr. Zhang. This love landscape really has an extraordinary effect on the refinement of the heart. Along the way, Gan Pingyuan's restless heart has slowly calmed down. Looking back on the poems and songs he had read, Gan Ping sent out an elegant atmosphere from the inside out. If someone walks across from him, he must think that this handsome teenager is a young scholar who travels around.
The girl in yellow poked out her head curiously and looked at the Gan Ping who walked in the sun. Her white clothes were flawless, and the faint warm light fell on the top of Gan Ping's head, and the white skin was as bright as jade. On the two star eyes, her eyelashes flashed. The flash opening and closing has a unique charm. The teenager's calm posture, I don't know how many big girls and little daughters-in-law they love in the streets and alleys, all secretly glanced at this calm man with the corners of their eyes.
When the girl saw Gan Ping, her face couldn't help but be stunned. She never thought that there would be a man who could be so beautiful, and she couldn't help looking straight at it. Seeing that the teenager walked under the Wangjiang Tower, he was raising his handsome chin like a knife and looking at the plaque obliquely. The small and exquisite monkey on his shoulder kept jumping on his shoulder. He was extremely cute, and his mouth kept chattering, as if urging the host to remind him that it was time for lunch, which was extremely flexible.
Looking at the little monkey's cute dancing and the helpless look of the teenager, the girl in yellow couldn't help but slightly raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a pair of cute and beautiful dimples. Those eyes narrowed more like crescent moons, revealing a flexible and cunning light inside, with a thoughtful face.
Seeing that the teenager stepped into the door downstairs and disappeared into sight, the middle-aged man turned around and saw his stunned daughter. He couldn't help laughing and said, "What's wrong? Do you like him?" The girl was thinking about something. Hearing this, she couldn't help blushing on her face. "No way, who likes this weak little white face? Rong'er likes the great hero who is upright. At first glance, this boy is a dung with no power to bind chickens. He actually takes a monkey when he goes out. It's really useless."
Seeing that his daughter's face was thin and her mouth was hard, she panicked and ran away like a frightened deer. The middle-aged man couldn't help smiling, didn't make a sound, and followed his daughter back to the table.