Li Ji left Wenyin Hall, but did not leave Wen Guangfeng and returned to the cave. He had a kind of intuition in the dark, as if there was always something to do to do his best when crossing the sea, rather than waiting passively for God to open his eyes.

Sitting cross-legged on a protruding rock, Li Ji looked into the distance, and the magnificent snow-capped mountains of Mount Wu remained the same. The passing of decades has not changed the appearance of nature, just like the first meeting of his newcomer.

Occasionally, there were sword cultivators passing by, but no one recognized him. Decades passed, and the increase in new disciples every year made Xuanyuan’s inner sword more than a hundred new blood. Those older generation disciples, especially those who were rushing to the generation, were either in seclusion, traveling far away, or living in seclusion, were rarely seen on Wen Guang Peak.

Nowadays, the low-level disciple of the Inner Sword lineage, the Han generation has gradually become the dominant force, but the best among them, such as the three masters of Xuanyuan and the two heroes, have gradually faded out of people's sight, and replaced by the seven heroes led by Han Fang.

Time is a pig-killing knife. Any glory, legend, will be overshadowed under this knife, like cold and arrogant ice, invading the fire-like cold stars, the genius and beautiful Wu West journey, and the gentle and gentle Han River, where are they now?

Although Li Ji had no relationship with them except Han Jiang, and even had a faint subtlety at the beginning, when this pig-killing knife was swung, Li Ji now couldn't help but miss these former brothers.

Time changes everything.

Several young sword cultivators walked by not far away. Li Ji, who had a keen six senses, could clearly hear their conversation. It turned out that he was going to Kuwei Pavilion to listen to the explanation of the alchemy.

The Kuwei Pavilion is a private pavilion of monks and belongs to the Bu Lian Taoist. Bu Lian's killing temper will certainly not be obsessed with the alchemy. Therefore, what they went to look for was not Bu Lian, but Bu Lian's disciple An Ran, or to be more precise, An Muyuan, the newly arrived real person of Chonghuang An's family.

An Ran? Junior sister? Li Ji stood up. Yes, it’s time to see friends after so long.

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Kuwei Pavilion is still quite famous in Wen Guangfeng. It is not only the always cold-faced Lingji Sword Cultivation Bu Lian, but also her disciple An Ran, who is famous for her grace and appearance.

There is no doubt that over the years, among the monks who visited Kuwei Pavilion, there have been not many people who came to the Lotus Sexy Head, but many people who fell under the pomegranate skirt of An Rangui Girl. However, after decades, no one has achieved his wish.

Human nature is a cheap person, and the grapes that cannot be eaten are always the most delicious grapes. For mortals, there is no difference between monks; because of the special nature of monks, this is simply a group of frozen ages, so the drama of Feng Qiuhuang really breaks through the age limit among monks.

But now the disciples gathered in front of the Bitter Beauty Pavilion are not only for beauty, they have a more important purpose - alchemy.

Being able to listen to a lecture under the seat of Chong Huang Zhenren, the number one in Qingkong Alchemy, is a rare opportunity for Xuanyuan Sword Cultivators. Although the sword cultivators have always been proud, they are still very self-aware in the alchemy.

Two or thirty inner sword cultivators were waiting outside the gate of the Kuwei Pavilion, waiting for the small lectures of the alchemy Taoist master An Muyuan later.

Then, they saw a strange, ordinary monk, and Shi Shi Ran walked over, raised his hand and flew out a sword talisman, and sank into the bitter pavilion. The crowd was surprised and felt a little dissatisfied.

It is very impolite to use sword talismans in front of other people's mansions. Even monks have some rules and some requirements. For example, when calling a door, you can shout loudly, or send a divine sense to the voice, or notify the sword talisman, and of course, you can even release a flying sword, but the most polite way is undoubtedly to ask the gatekeeper to pass it on your behalf.

This is a bit boring for monks, but it is a kind of respect and a way to leave room for people.

Li Ji was not an arrogant person, and he didn't expect Bu Lian's lintel to be so popular. Because he had something to do in his heart, he didn't want to be behind these people.

An Ran came out to greet him in person, which surprised the young sword cultivators. It seemed that no one could have received such treatment in recent years, right? A sword cultivator pulled the strong man and asked:

"Who is this person?"

"Jackdaw Taoist Li Ji."

An Ran is still so beautiful, as if time has lost its effect on her. This is not surprising. Every female cultivator has her own set of maintenance secrets. For many female cultivators, the energy and resources spent on their faces are often equivalent to cultivation.

The monks are old and slow. For example, Li Ji looks only in his thirties now and still looks young. But women are different from creatures like women. They hope to stay at the age of eighteen forever, which is very difficult, but An Ran does not lack the skin-protecting pills, so she does a great job in this regard.

In the words of her master Bu Lian, you divide half of the time you spend on your face into practice, and you won’t be in the fusion period now.

"Senior brother is a rare guest. Why do you think about seeing your younger sister today? Could it be that the senior brother also wants to turn to the alchemy path?" An Ran led Li Ji to a flower hall and brought a cup of tea with his bare hands.

"My junior sister is joking. The alchemy requires self-cultivation and self-discipline, discernment of taste and intention. All the cumbersome things. I am only faster than swords, and I am afraid there will be no hope for my life." Li Ji savored the fragrant tea and did not go around in circles.

"I am a boring person. I am neglected to interact with fellow friends, but if I come to the door, I will have trouble. Today I am a villain, so please forgive me."

"Senior brother, please tell me, but within the scope of An Ran's ability, you must do your best."

An Ran also became serious. He thought that this senior brother who had never seen the dragon was just a visit, but he really didn't expect that he would have something to find him? What can he use for him? Except for the richer pills, he was not a little inferior to this senior brother in other aspects, especially in fighting, which was not comparable at all.

"It's not that serious, it's just asking some things." Li Ji smiled, "My junior sister is from Chonghuang, Donghai. I wonder how much I know about Chonghuang's Hundred Years of Medicine Sacrifice?"

"Of course I know this, it's not a secret matter. It's just that the monks in the Northern Territory never care about it. I wonder what my senior brother wants to know? Is it the origin of the medicine sacrifice? Or is it produced in the small world of Jingling?"

"I want to know what kind of grudges and teachings are all about, how to decide the ownership of picking once a century?"

An Ran Bingxue was smart and had some speculations in a daze. She was naturally clear about the fact that the old real person of the An clan came to Xuanyuan to ask for help. She also knew that the senior officials of Xuanyuan refused An's invitation to Li Ji and Wu Xingxi's proposal. Now Li Ji took the initiative to mention this matter. Is there a turning point?

She was born in Chonghuang, born in the East China Sea and grew up in the East China Sea. She has a strong sense of belonging to Chonghuang Zhenguan. Whether it is her clan friends, brothers and sisters, most of them share the same kindness with Chonghuang Zhenguan. Therefore, Chonghuang's current dilemma situation is also something she has always worried about.
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