Time flies like water, and in the blink of an eye, one month has passed.

For a month, Ouyang Nuan took his two little girls out to play every day, often returning home at night.

The two little girls are playful and Maoqiu is restless, but Ouyang Nuan is not.

She just didn't want to stay at home and disturb Ning Fan's enlightenment.

For a whole month, Ning Fan stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his hands, staring blankly at the ashes on the ground.

Compared with a month ago, I feel more confused and confused.

"not understand..."

With a long sigh, Ning Fan blew his sleeves and let the wind blow away the grass ashes on the ground. After thinking about it, he pushed the door open and walked out.

There is no day in the Blood Realm, only night.

The lights in Zhiliu City are always bright, and lanterns are lit outside every door.

It was the first time in a month that Ning Fan walked out of the house, and for the first time he calmed down and saw the differences in Zhiliu City.

Zhiliu City is different, the people are different, and the monastic atmosphere is also different. It is very different from the murderous and cold-blooded monastic world outside.

Occasionally, mortals come to this city and sell various things in the long street at night.

Fruits, decorations, snacks, paper kites, and even candies.

Monks do not just pursue cultivation. They also travel, relax, and buy useless things from mortals.

A few big men with a clear pulse were sitting at a noodle stall on the street, eating hot plain noodles and laughing about their gains from hunting ferocious beasts in the blue sea today.

A pair of Pimai Taoist couples held each other's hands in the night, loving each other and staying together in the night.

A middle-aged man with spiritual cultivation, holding a child with a tiger-like head and a tough brain, followed by a gentle woman, was standing in front of a candy man stall, patiently waiting for the mortal in front of him to make the candy man.

"With the candy man, you don't have to cry anymore, got it?" The middle-aged man rubbed his bearded face against the child's face, his eyes full of doting.

"Well, Xiaoshan promises that he will never cry or make trouble again! Xiaoshan will go home with his parents obediently!" the child vowed.

Go home. Go home, go home...

Ning Fan's cold and desolate heart was suddenly touched...

For monks, home is such a luxurious word.

Home... A monk has a home all over the world. He also has no home. Wherever he goes, there is home.

The monks in the Four Heavens and Nine Realms have no family, but the monks in the Beidou Blood Realm have families.

This is the home of the Beidou people.

The atmosphere here is really good.

Ning Fan glanced at the child with envy, and gave a rare knowing smile.

This smile is not a disguise!

After laughing, Ning Fan showed a surprised look.

After Qi Qing died, he laughed from the bottom of his heart for the first time!

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the Big Dipper in the night sky. He seemed to realize something, but couldn't explain it clearly.

The Beidou Blood Realm is fundamentally different from the Dongtian Immortal Realm, because they are different. Therefore, Ning Fan can laugh!

Here, Ning Fan's seven emotions that were supposed to be destroyed are being reshaped bit by bit!

Although there are four days of daylight, the world is too dark.

There is only darkness in the blood world, but there is the warmth of humanity.

A place of peace of mind is home.

"Home..."

No wonder Nuan'er and the other three women and one beast all like Zhiliu City and Beidou Blood Realm, and they are happy living here and don't miss Shu.

Beidou Blood Realm is indeed a good place.

Ning Fan walked through the long street, through the misty night, and through the lights of thousands of houses.

Lanterns are hung outside every house, and in the flames of the lanterns, there is longing.

The mother looks forward to her son, the wife looks forward to her husband, the son looks forward to his father...

"Home..."

The lights of thousands of houses came into Ning Fan's eyes, and Ning Fan's eyes gradually became filled with some indescribable emotions.

Before he knew it, he had arrived at the inner city of Zhiliu City.

Here, a towering giant willow tree has existed forever. According to Ning Fan's guess, it was the willow tree left behind by the giant sect who killed the emperor and gained enlightenment.

There is a hidden avenue of life and death in this giant willow, which makes Ning Fan's eyes flash slightly.

However, the significance of this willow to the city of Zhiliu was not understood, but made a wish.

Near the giant willow, there are temples built one after another.

Outside the temple, many tourists made vows in front of the giant willow, and some beautiful women burned incense and prayed in front of the giant willow.

Next to the giant willow, there are seventeen or eight stalls. The stall owners are all monks, asking for and interpreting fortunes for tourists.

Ning Fan glanced briefly and found that the seventeen or eight stall owners all had varying degrees of divine power.

Although it is not strong, it also shows that these stall owners are not cheating people by decoding people's signatures here, but they have real skills.

"This little brother, why don't you ask for a fortune? I am the strongest divination expert in this city. I am the best at interpreting fortunes for others, especially marriage fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune fortune.

'.Ten pieces of fairy jade can solve one lottery, and the first lottery is free, hehe, it's not expensive, it's not expensive."

An old man in a yellow Taoist robe, when he saw Ning Fan glance at him, said he had business coming, he immediately walked over with a smile on his face, boasting about himself.

Although his appearance is a little wretched, the power of heaven in this person is indeed the strongest here, and his cultivation level is not weak either. He has an eighth-level cultivation level of Pulsating Veins.

A lot of ten immortal jade is not expensive.

Ning Fan casually took out twenty immortal jade and handed it to Yu Sanzhuan.

Twenty immortal jade is enough to get three lots. After all, the first lot is free.

After collecting the money, the old man in yellow robe smiled even more obscenely, took Ning Fan to the stall, handed one of the three lottery tubes on the stall to Ning Fan, and said with a smile.

"The first lottery is the marriage lottery. Little brother, please ask for a lottery. I will interpret it for you."

The old man in yellow robe could not see how powerful Ning Fan was, and only regarded Ning Fan as an ordinary pulse-opening monk in the city.

Ning Fan nodded and was about to shake the lottery tube when suddenly, a group of teenagers came toward the stall menacingly.

This group of teenagers is the same group of people who once provoked Ning Fan.

The young man in black had a sullen look on his face. Before he could get closer, a voice came first, "Yu Sanzhu! What kind of bullshit lot did you explain to me! Ten days ago, you said that I had good luck and a great opportunity.

I took people to the blue sea to look for a chance, and almost died in the blue sea. What a bullshit opportunity! Give me back the money I paid to sign the contract!"

As soon as he saw this group of aggressive teenagers, Yu Sanzhuan's expression immediately changed. He looked a little panicked and was about to close the stall and run away.

"Want to run!"

The young man in black sneered and waved his hand. The young men behind him drew their swords and quickly surrounded the stall.

Yu Sanzhan gave a wry smile, ran to the young man in black, and said with an apologetic smile, "Master Ren, don't be angry! When it comes to asking for a fortune, sometimes it's accurate, sometimes it's not, ahem... You can't blame me for not interpreting the fortune.

good..."

"Humph, I still want to quibble! Uh... you... you are!"

The young man in black sneered, and was about to repair Yu Sanzhan, when he suddenly saw Ning Fan in front of the stall, his expression suddenly shocked!

His originally arrogant expression was now full of awe.

Yu Sanzhan was stunned.

In his impression, the young man in black was one of the top tyrants in Zhiliu City. He once injured an early-stage soul fusion with his ninth-level cultivation, which was quite powerful.

In Zhiliu City, where Fusion Spirit is the most respected place, almost no Pimai dares to offend the young man in black, and the young man in black is usually very arrogant and domineering. Even if he encounters the old monster Fusion Spirit, he will not give him a good look.

However, at this moment, the young man in black looked at Ning Fan with deep awe!

Yu Sanzhan couldn't imagine what kind of cultivation level Ning Fan had. He could actually make the young man in black look in awe!

The late stage of soul-melting? The peak of soul-melting? Or the legendary golden elixir realm!

"I'm asking for a signature, and I don't want anyone to disturb me." Ning Fan looked at the young man in black and said calmly.

"Understood! Young men, put away your knives and guard the stall. No one is allowed to disturb the elder brother to ask for a fortune!" The young man in black gave the order, and a group of teenagers immediately put away their knives and stood aside respectfully. No one dared to interrupt.

The young man in black glared at Yu Sanzhuan again with a threatening look, and said coldly, "Explain the lotus carefully to my brother! If you don't do it well, I will cut you with a knife!"

"Big...brother?! This little brother, no, this old man, is actually your big brother!"

In an instant, Yu Sanzhan was deeply convinced that Ning Fan was definitely a master of the Golden Core Realm!

There was once a man who was at the peak of Fusion Spirits and approached a young man in black and wanted to take him as his younger brother, but he was rejected by the young man.
To be continued...