However, this is a barbaric city, a world where barbaric beasts are raging, and people are struggling to survive under the slaughter of barbaric beasts.

In one month, the beasts attacked the city seven times.

Every time an officer or soldier defending the city used his mortal body to fight against a savage beast, Ning Fan would take the opportunity to collect crystals of fighting spirit.

On the city wall of Bianliang City, there are many ancient beast-like statues standing upright, which have the magical power to intimidate the beasts.

Every time a barbarian beast attacks the city, the barbarian statue will show its power, releasing black and red light to fight back against the barbarian beasts.

With the number of barbarian statues in Bianliang City, even if the barbarian beasts attack the city in the second step, there is no guarantee that they will not be killed.

The savage attacks on the city all ended in disastrous defeats. However, before Ning Fan came to Bianliang, every time the savages attacked the city, they could cause a certain amount of casualties.

Sometimes one person died, sometimes several people died, sometimes a city wall was crushed, and dozens of people were killed or injured...

But since Ning Fan arrived, he occasionally took action, and barbarian officers and soldiers rarely died from the mouths of beasts. Naturally, Ning Fan did not bother to save some barbarians who were afraid of beasts. He did not take action out of sympathy and mercy.

In one month, Ning Fan condensed a total of seven high-grade Lie Yuan Crystals, and after swallowing them, the number of war flames increased to 1300.

One month, one hundred more flames of war will be added. This level of cultivation is quite astonishing.

Walking in Bianliang City, Ning Fan looked at the statues everywhere, thinking deeply.

Every barbarian city has a barbarian temple. The barbarian monks in the temples know how to make barbarian jade pendants and statues to protect the survival of the barbarians.

Barbarian monks have a very high status among barbarians, but their number is very small...

Ning Fan came to the Barbarian Temple in Bianliang City for the first time in a month and saw countless barbarians worshiping devoutly, as well as a skinny barbarian monk.

The barbarian monk had no cultivation and was a mortal, but he was able to make the jade pendant of the barbarian god and the barbarian statue with the help of everyone's faith.

That Man Monk was the only monk in the Man Temple, his monastic name was Man Chi. When Ning Fan arrived, he was holding a carving knife in the main hall of the temple. His eyes were lifeless, and he was carving a statue of Man.

It was obviously just a piece of rotten wood, but under his carvings, it gradually became more spiritual.

"Sure enough, does the power of the beasts in the city rely on the power of incense..." Ning Fan said to himself.

Man Chi turned his head displeased and glared at Ning Fan.

He was the only barbarian monk in Bianliang City and had a very high status. Even the Lord of Bianliang City would probably treat him with courtesy when he saw him.

When he was carving the statue, he didn't like anyone to disturb him. No one dared to disturb him, but Ning Fan broke into his hall and disturbed him while he was carving the statue.

"This is not the place you should be, get out of here!"

Man Chi's eyes were sharp. He actually released a hint of coercion and pressed down on Ning Fan.

That was the pressure he had gathered through the incense of the barbarians. It was almost as powerful as a soul-melting monk. If he were a mortal, he would naturally not be able to stop his pressure.

It's a pity that his coercion can't shake Ning Fan even a little bit.

"Is the incense threatening..." Ning Fan pointed his finger. Man Chi's pressure immediately collapsed.

His eyes moved away from the barbarian monk and fell on a red gold statue enshrined in the main hall.

Man Chi looked at Ning Fan in disbelief. He couldn't figure out why his pressure was ineffective against Ning Fan.

Could it be that the other party is also a barbarian monk, and his use of the power of the will of all living beings is more powerful than his own?

"Could it be that the donor..."

Before Man Chi could finish his words, he was directly interrupted by Ning Fan's words.

"Silence."

As soon as Ning Fan finished speaking, a pressure as strong as heaven and earth fell on Man Chi.

Suppressed by that coercion, Man Chi couldn't say a word at all, and looked at Ning Fan with an expression of deep horror!

"This benefactor is indeed a barbarian monk, and a barbarian monk who is thousands of times more powerful than me!"

Ning Fan ignored Man Chi. He quietly looked at the red gold Man statue in the palace. This gold statue was made of the ancestor of the barbarians.

The statue of Barbarian Ancestor is very similar to Ni Ying. It has two heads, each holding a thunderbolt in both hands, as if it is about to punish people...

From the statue of the Barbarian Ancestor, Ning Fan could detect a trace of the aura of Niying, which was very light and was condensed by the power of incense.

"Barbarians, barbarian beasts, calamity thoughts... what is the relationship between these..."

"There are too many secrets in this world. With my cultivation, I am far from qualified to see through them..."

Ning Fan walked out of Man Temple and walked back home along the Bian River. Outside his home, he unexpectedly met Zhao Boyang and his entourage who were leaving the academy.

This is the first time Zhao Boyang has come since Yunzhong Academy was built.

Zhao Boyang never expected that Ning Fan would live across the wall from the academy. After being surprised, he was overjoyed and actually invited Ning Fan to go to the academy and become a teacher.

Now Yunzhong Academy is recruiting famous teachers. In Zhao Boyang's heart, Ning Fan is a great scholar in the world and is qualified to teach in the academy.

Zhao Boyang's invitation was politely declined by Ning Fan. Seeing that Ning Fan had no intention of teaching and educating people, Zhao Boyang no longer forced himself and left with a sigh.

However, from then on, in his spare time, Zhao Boyang would often come to Ning Fan from the academy next door to discuss Confucianism, but that was an afterthought.

When the first ray of autumn wind blew into Bianliang City, three months had passed since Ning Fan arrived in Bianliang.

Time passed little by little, and in the cold winter of the first year, the winter plum blossoms on both sides of the Bianhe River did not bloom.

The next winter, the winter plum blossoms still didn't bloom.

In the winter of the third year, heavy snow suddenly fell in Bianliang City. Both sides of the Bianhe River were covered with white snow, and winter plum blossoms bloomed.

The number of natal war fires in Ning Fan's body has reached 4500. The progress of Zhan Yin Yang's training has been completed at 74%.

The further you get to the back, the harder it becomes to practice fighting yin and yang. Fortunately, Ning Fan is not in a hurry. He understands how to practice, and desire leads to failure.

Xian Loli's thunder body is evolving little by little, and the coldness of the thunder power in her body is becoming more and more obvious. She seems to be afraid of the cold, and she doesn't want to go out when it snows.

Three years have passed, and Fairy Loli has not grown up at all. Many people secretly speculated that Fairy Loli might have accidentally eaten the Fairy Fruit in the Eyes outside Man City, and she can actually have an ageless appearance...

Liu Yan stayed at home and took care of the sleeping Xian Loli. After spending several years together, her relationship with this violent little Loli became deeper and deeper.

In addition to integrating spirits into the astrolabe, in her spare time, she would weave some cloth and embroider some embroidery patterns in exchange for money to live like a mortal woman.

Ning Fan wanted to become a mortal, so she naturally devoted herself to creating a mortal atmosphere for Ning Fan.

In the wind and snow, from the Yunzhong Academy nearby, the sound of barbarian children reciting could be heard.

"The barbarian is the ancestor of nature and the sect of all realms. Barbarians are born in the dust and die in disasters. All things cannot be clinging to. If you cling to it, you will lose barbarism..."

Ning Fan walked out of the house and left footprints on the snow, which were soon covered by the wind and snow.

Ning Fan was slightly silent as the sound of schoolchildren reciting echoed in his ears. What these children recited was the "Barbarian Ancestor Sutra", an academic classic left by the ancestors of the barbarians.

The barbarian ancestral scriptures blindly warned barbarians to take life and death lightly, give up their obsessions, adapt to their fate, and not resist...

Ning Fan had heard the sound of reciting so many times that he was a little tired of it.

Every verse in the Barbarian Ancestor Scripture is contrary to his Tao...

Everything can't be clinging to, can't be clinging to...

The ancestral bow was sealed by Ning Fan and temporarily stored in the storage bag. The seven colorful arrow spirits were sealed in Ning Fan's body.

Each arrow spirit contains a terrifying amount of real and illusory power. In the past three years, Ning Fan has refined half of the first arrow spirit.

The true and illusory power in his body skyrocketed. These true and illusory powers were absorbed by Ning Fan and integrated into his Taoist heart. His cultivation was getting closer and closer to the early stage of transcending reality.

Now, he can somewhat clearly see the real bridge hidden in the fog of Taoist Heart, but he still cannot completely see through it.

And he gradually discovered that there was not just one real bridge hidden under the thick fog, but there were many more...

"Du Zhen, we are still far away..."

Ning Fan held the wine gourd presented by Que Shenzi and walked through the snow towards the Bianhe River.

The red plum blossoms have bloomed on the shore. Looking at the red plum blossoms in the snow, Ning Fan thinks of the country of Yue and the Seven Plum Blossoms...

Que Shenzi persuaded him to give up Du Zhen, but he would not give up.

The Manzu Sutra advised people to let go of their attachments, but he would not let go either.

Because he still has a home, because his home is in Qimei City, in Yue Country, in the Rain World...

He still has his family, he still has things he must protect, he has too many things to do, and he cannot let go of his obsession.

It takes strength to fulfill your promise to kill the emperor; it takes strength to find the Immortal Emperor who plotted against you and take revenge; it also takes strength to stand beside Luo You one day; you don't know how strong you need to create a world without disputes.

Only strength can do it...

Looking at a tree of red plums, Ning Fan raised the gourd, took a sip of spiritual wine, and allowed the medicinal power of the Taoist Fruit to dissolve in his body.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly a burst of laughter came from behind Ning Fan.

"Uncle, could you help Die'er pick some plum blossoms? Die'er wants to make a flower crown for the little snow cow to wear! But Die'er is short and can't reach it!"

A two- or three-year-old baby girl, wearing a small red cotton-padded jacket and a child's bun, with her little face flushed from the cold, was pitifully tugging at the corner of Ning Fan's clothes.

In order to show that she couldn't reach the plum blossoms, she stood on tiptoe and jumped up and down... Sure enough, she couldn't reach them... Far out of reach.

"Oh? It's that little doll..." Ning Fan recognized the little doll in front of him just by his breath.

She is Zhao Boyang's daughter, Zhao Die'er.

Now, she is three years old. She came to the academy with her father to play. When the maid was not paying attention, she slipped out and built a small snowman that looked like a dog and a cow on the snow by the river...
Chapter completed!