In the fourteenth year, Ning Fan began to paint flying dragons, strange beasts, and some creatures in the mountains and seas.

In the fifteenth year, Ning Fan started painting people.

There are many characters in his works, including beauties, close relatives, and enemies.

All the memories were integrated into Taoism by Ning Fan and painted on paper. He did not deliberately seek truth, but gradually, the real Taoism charm appeared in the painting.

It has been fifteen years since I arrived in Bianliang, and Ning Fan has refined two of the colorful arrow spirits.

The fog of the True Bridge gradually could no longer cover Ning Fan's eyes. For the first time in fifteen years, Ning Fan felt the call of the True Fantasy River.

It was night, Ning Fan stayed in his room, sitting cross-legged and meditating.

His physical body was clearly still at home, but his soul suddenly rolled up his storage bag and flew into the night sky of Bianliang.

But with a flicker of his body, Yuan Shen tore a gap in the night sky, stepped in, and disappeared into the Bianliang night.

Any monk who wants to break through the bottleneck of transcendence needs his soul to leave the body and enter the inner realm of heaven.

At this moment, Ning Fan's soul was inside the Heavenly Dao, and what came into view was a long river that seemed both real and illusory.

Ning Fan stood on the south bank of the long river. The south bank was deserted. The north bank was covered with luxuriant green grass. If he reached the north bank, he could successfully break through to the realm of transcendence.

The long river is called the True Illusion River, and the river is filled with mist that seems both real and illusory. Now, Ning Fan can see through part of the fog with his eyes.

There is not just one real bridge on the Zhenhuan River. There are countless real bridges. With his current ability, he can see three thousand real bridges from the mist of the Zhenhuan River.

Among these 3,000 real bridges, there is no real bridge suitable for conducting road crossings...

"The real bridge on the Zhenhuan River has existed since the beginning of the formation of Heavenly Dao... The Zhenhuan River is not buoyant, so it is impossible to fly over, swim across, and sail. You can only cross the river by stepping on the bridge... If you reach the north bank, then.

Crossing the truth is a success. Whichever avenue you build, you have to cross the bridge..."

"Now, I can see three thousand real bridges from the Zhenhuan River. These three thousand real bridges cover almost most of the avenues in the four days. Unfortunately, there are no real bridges that enforce the law..."

"Any cultivator who enters the inner realm of Heavenly Way will not be disturbed by the outside world, but it is extremely difficult to enter the innermost part of Heavenly Way. I have only entered once in the fifteen years since I became a mortal..."

"Any monk only has nine opportunities to cross the bridge... I still can't see the existence of the True Bridge, and I'm afraid I won't be able to cross the bridge..."

"What a pity..."

One night passed, Ning Fan's soul withdrew from the Heavenly Dao and returned to the body. He tried to enter the Heavenly Dao again, but it was impossible to do so.

The next morning, Zhao Die'er came to her door to learn painting from Ning Fan. Now she is fifteen years old and her hairpin ceremony will be three days later.

She came today not only to study painting, but also to inform Ning Fan that she was about to get her haircut.

For ordinary girls, having haircut means growing up and getting married soon.

But for Zhao Dieer, getting haircut means staying with Qingdeng forever, and leaving Bianliang City forever.

She doesn't want to get married, her dream is to be a barbarian monk and protect the weak barbarians who are harmed by wild beasts.

In Bianliang City, many nobles proposed marriage to her, but Zhao Boyang rejected them all.

Zhao Boyang is not a common person. Knowing that his daughter has great ambitions, he naturally fully supports her.

The only trouble is that if you want to become a barbarian monk, you must go to some big cities with prosperous barbarian temples to learn barbarian skills. There is only one barbarian monk in Bianliang City, and this barbarian monk has very weak barbarian skills and cannot help his disciples to perceive barbarian skills.

Incense...

"Uncle, Die'er is about to have hair extensions and will leave Bianliang soon... Will you miss Die'er..."

Zhao Dieer stood beside Ning Fan, looking at the snowy scene in front of her, and asked quietly.

In the fifteenth year, it snowed lightly in Bianliang, and red plum blossoms bloomed in the snow.

Ning Fan was drinking and painting in the snow. Due to his deliberate change of appearance, his temples were already a bit weathered.

Zhao Die'er looked at the familiar figure from behind and the familiar scenery of the Bianhe River, feeling a little sour and reluctant in her heart.

She has grown up, but her uncle is getting older...

She finally got her haircut, and finally left her hometown to work hard to become a monk, but why was she still reluctant to give up...

"No. Just leave with peace of mind. Uncle will not miss you." Ning Fan said with a smile.

"Liar! I don't believe it!"

Zhao Dieer stuck out her tongue. She didn't believe that Ning Fan wouldn't miss her.

"...Uncle, if Die'er becomes a barbarian monk, he will never be able to marry in this life. Uncle, can you help Die'er fulfill a little wish..." Zhao Die'er asked cautiously.

"What wish?"

"Uncle, can you accompany Die'er to wear wedding clothes once, eat wedding cakes once, ride on the wedding boat once, and set off wedding lanterns once... This can be considered as fulfilling Die'er's little wish before Die'er leaves..."

"no."

"Why... uncle never refuses Die'er's request, why should he refuse this time..." Zhao Die'er sighed in despair.

Ning Fan didn't answer, he just took a sip of the spirit wine, put down his pen, and looked at a tree of red plums in a trance.

"Stingy guy..." Zhao Die'er muttered softly, and suddenly Xia Fei's cheeks turned red.

But Ning Fan picked off a red plum, inserted it gently on her temple, and said with a smile, "This plum blossom is your gift from Ji Li. I have something to do these days, so I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with you."

Haircut ceremony..."

"Uncle, won't you come to attend Die'er's haircut ceremony..." Upon hearing Ning Fan's words, Zhao Die'er, who was originally a little shy, immediately became disappointed.

"Maybe it will come, maybe it won't. After all, the remains of the Broken Thought Beast are not so easy to find..." Ning Fan smiled helplessly.

"The Brutal Beast of Broken Thoughts... What kind of beast is that..." Zhao Dieer's beautiful eyes were full of confusion.

"I'll tell you later..."

During the three days, Ning Fan was not at home and went out of the city. Zhao Dieer came to look for Ning Fan but could not find him. When he heard that Ning Fan had left the city, he couldn't help but worry.

The barbarian monks in Bianliang know how to make the jade pendant of the barbarian god. Those who go out of the city can reduce the chance of being attacked by barbaric beasts by wearing the jade pendant of the barbarian god. However, they will definitely be safe if they don't sleep.

Zhao Die'er didn't know what Ning Fan was doing out of the city. She didn't know if Ning Fan had brought the Barbarian God Jade Pendant with him. She was very worried...

Three days have passed and Ning Fan has not returned yet. Today is Zhao Dieer's hairpin ceremony.

As the daughter of Zhao Daru, Zhao Dieer's hairpin ceremony was naturally very grand, and countless famous families from Bianliang came here to attend the ceremony.

Not only that, even the only barbarian monk in Bianliang, Master Manchi, made an exception and came to attend Zhao Dieer's hairpin ceremony.

An ordinary girl with a hairpin would naturally not come to Man Chi, but Zhao Die'er was different. She had looked for Man Chi. According to Man Chi's evaluation, this girl was extremely talented in practicing barbarism. If a famous monk guided her, she would definitely become a famous monk in this life.

, benefiting the wilderness.

Man Chi knew that he was not good enough to become Zhao Die'er's teacher, so he recommended Zhao Die'er to go to Tianman City to practice barbarian arts.

Tianman City, looking at the entire Wilderness Ancient Territory, is considered to be among the top ten Great Man cities!

There are many barbarian monks there, and the barbarian statues are strong enough to withstand the attacks of any barbaric beasts.

"I have used my barbaric skills to inform several friends in Tianman City that the Man Temple there is also very interested in Zhao Die'er, a genius... It is said that this time, the Tianman Man Temple will send people to Bianliang

, taking this girl to Tianman City shows that Tianman Temple attaches great importance to this girl..." Manchi thought to himself.

Ji Jili should have been happy, but Zhao Dieer couldn't be happy, and she was still worried about Ning Fan's safety.

She looked at the guests who came to congratulate her with longing eyes. Although there were many people, there was no one she wanted to see the most...

"Uncle, where have you been... Is what you have to do more important than Die'er's hairpin ceremony... In your eyes, Die'er is not important..."

Zhao Dieer sighed quietly, and suddenly, she raised her head in disbelief, as if she sensed something.

After her, Man Chi also raised his head, feeling something, and looked outside the Zhao Mansion, with a hint of panic in his expression.

But outside Zhao Mansion, in the wind and snow, twelve black horses came through the snow, and on each horse sat a black-robed monk.

"Hand over Zhao Die'er, otherwise, no one in this house will survive!"

The guests who came to congratulate him all sent their servants to find out who was so bold and dared to make a noise outside the Zhao Mansion.

But without exception, all the servants sent to investigate were killed by the twelve black monks, and their blood splattered on the snow!

"It's the Black Barbarian Monk! The Black Barbarian Monk who kills without blinking an eye! Why are they here!"

Some of the knowledgeable guests immediately looked frightened.

Among the barbarians, there is a special type of barbarian who can use the power of incense to protect all living beings, called barbarian monks.

The vast majority of barbarian monks take it as their duty to protect the common people, but there are also a few barbarian monks who commit murder and oppose all living beings!

They are black barbarian monks!

They didn't know where they heard the news about Zhao Die'er's extraordinary talent. They came here today to rob Zhao Die'er and force her to join the Black Barbarians!

"I count to ten. If the Zhao Mansion doesn't hand over Zhao Die'er, I will lead people into the Zhao Mansion!"

Among the twelve black monks, there was an old man named Qixie, who said with a smile.

But what he didn't see was that there was a little silver lolita in the dark, also smiling darkly.
Chapter completed!