Ning Fan used a movement technique to bring Yun Ruowei and Ning Qingqing back to Haining.

He has long been accustomed to smiling, and no matter how difficult and dangerous the road ahead is, he has never lost his smile.

Laughter is an attitude, it has nothing to do with mood... But today I can't laugh anymore, even if I try to pretend, I can't do it.

"Miss Yun, if you encounter difficulties in cultivating the alliance in the southeast in the future, you can come to Qimei for help at any time. Miss Qing, during Ning's lifetime, the Haining Ning family will continue to prosper. You can rest assured about this..."

After saying that, he turned around and left a little desolately.

Ning Qingqing had something to ask, but she couldn't say it.

Yun Ruowei originally wanted to ask for the blue jade from Ning Fan, but when she saw Ning Fan's shabby back, she couldn't ask for it.

There seemed to be an illusion in my heart that this jade book should be handed over to him for safekeeping, and no one could replace it...

"Why is he so sad..." Yun Ruowei doesn't understand, and neither does Ning Qingqing.

No one will understand...

Ning Fan returned to Qimei on the escape light. Three days later, he received the sound-transmitting flying sword from the Endless Sea.

After listening to the message, he didn't say much, separated his soul and entered the imperial tomb, helping the long-awaited Ancestor Dongxu to break through the refining stage.

Ancestor Dongxu hadn't seen Ning Fan for a long time and wanted to make a few jokes, but when he saw Ning Fan's lonely back, all his jokes turned into sighs.

One month later, with the help of Ning Fan, the ancestor of Dongxu successfully broke through the bottleneck of refining the void. He only needed to leave the imperial tomb and return to Dongxu Island to undergo a long retreat to become a monk of the void refining.

With everything settled, Ning Fan left Qimei City alone and fled towards Zhongzhou.

Xiao Diao stayed in Qimei. After all, her injury had not healed. With her and Ming Luo protecting Qimei, they could withstand even the Nirvana Emperor's personal visit.

Ning Fan walked out of the mountains and rivers of Wuyue alone, traveled through the four countries, and passed through foreign countries that he had never visited before.

All the way north. Sometimes flying, sometimes walking, sometimes stopping and walking, sometimes stopping in the deep mountains and wild ridges to look at the fields of blooming mountain flowers... In one month, I don't know how many cultivation countries I crossed.

..

He accidentally entered a demon tiger's lair, and a young tiger bared its teeth and rushed towards him without knowing the height or height of the place.

His momentum spread out slightly, frightening the young tiger to the ground.

He raised his finger to kill the young tiger, but a black tiger stood in front of him. He knelt down humanely, with despair and pleading in his eyes, and kept kowtowing to Ning Fan.

This is a tigress, perhaps the mother of the cub...

Ning Fan sighed, and for a moment his murderous intention disappeared, and he ran away.

It was raining at dusk, and he stood on the bank of an unknown river, watching the duckweeds in the river being scattered by the rain.

The mayfly that originally stayed on the duckweed immediately jumped and flew away. It left the scattered duckweed and looked for the next place to stay.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and gradually became as dense as a curtain, making it difficult to see the other side of the river. Finally, it rained heavily like a basin.

Lightning flashed across the sky, and thunder roared endlessly.

Ning Fan's clothes were all wet, and the autumn wind blew by, making him feel slightly chilly. The blue jade on his neck felt even colder. He closed his eyes and sighed with a lonely expression.

"Who is it that says heaven and earth are unkind? If heaven and earth are unkind, why were you born in heaven and earth... Those who are unkind in their hearts will certainly be unkind when they look at heaven and earth..."

"Who said that love must be eradicated? If all emotion and thoughts are eliminated, what will be left at the end of the road..."

"I cultivate demons, not to hate the world, but to break the prison and keep the warmth behind me...I kill people, not for wealth, but just for a thought and a meal...I don't kill, not because I am good.

.I kill not because I am evil, there are always too many things in this world that I can’t do anything about..."

"I thought I had no father or mother, which is ridiculous! If I had no mother, I should have died thousands of years ago... Every drop of blood in my body does not belong to me... And I can't find her.

..”

"It's not that duckweed doesn't want to take root, it's just that mayflies are helpless..."

He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and stood alone in the misty rain. His fists were clenched, his nails were deeply embedded in his palms, and blood was flowing.

"sorry..."

For a long time, the rain did not stop, and it was still raining like a waterfall.

Ning Fan left the riverside and walked slowly upstream along the river. A few days later, a small monk town appeared in front of him.

This cultivation country is called Zhao State, which is a lower-level cultivation country. The city is called Suzaku City, and only one Jindan Patriarch is in charge.

Although Zhao State is not powerful, it is close to the border of the southeastern continent and adjacent to Zhongzhou, so many strong people from Zhongzhou pass through here.

The heavy rain in the city was like a waterfall, and many practitioners hurriedly walked by wearing raincoats.

When Ning Fan walked into the city, no one knew his cultivation level. The passers-by only knew that he was a low-level monk.

One by one, the spirit-melting old monsters of Jindan entered Suzaku City and were treated respectfully by the monks guarding the city.

If it is Nascent Soul, it will be a grand courtesy. If it is a spirit transformation that does not show any cultivation, then the monks guarding the city will not see that the other party is powerful, but will not be respectful.

Such was the situation in the world, Ning Fan didn't care about the attitude of the monks guarding the city and walked towards a wine shop in the city. The wine shop was called Luoyunju.

All the way to the border of Zhongzhou, his mood gradually calmed down from sadness, and he just wanted to get drunk and regain his demonic heart.

To die from wine is to be drunk. To be born to wine is to be sober. Wine can intoxicate or sober people's hearts. This is how the world should be.

Outside the wine shop, several big men with Pulse Pulse cultivation were wearing bamboo hats and raincoats, guarding the door. When they saw Ning Fan entering the shop, they said coldly.

"My friend, the drinks in our restaurant are expensive, and those who don't have enough immortal jade are not allowed to enter."

"It doesn't matter, Ning's immortal jade should be enough." Ning Fan walked around several big men and walked into the store.

In the wine shop, most of the Pimai monks were drinking, and the seats were full. There was only one window seat that was unoccupied because of the rain. Occasionally, there were a few Fusion Spirit old monsters, each occupying the huge empty table.

After tasting the wine carefully, no one dared to share the table with these old weirdos.

As monks, few people get wet in the rain. Every Pulse Pulse monk in the wine shop has dry clothes. Even if someone does get wet occasionally, their clothes have already been dried by magic.

Ning Fan was the first person to get soaked like this. Everyone just said that Ning Fan's magic power was low and he could not use his magic power to evaporate the rain.

When several young monks saw Ning Fan's embarrassed appearance, they burst into laughter and said mockingly, "Since this little brother is soaked all over, he might as well sit in the window seat. He won't get wet anyway."

"That makes sense."

Ning Fan walked directly to the seat by the window and sat down, letting the light rain fall on his body without any unpleasant look.

"Haha. What he said makes sense!" Several monks laughed. Seeing that Ning Fan ignored them, they gradually became bored, so they stopped paying attention to Ning Fan.

After paying for the immortal jade and serving the spiritual wine, Ning Fan drank by himself, occasionally looking at the rain outside the window. Everything in this wine shop had nothing to do with him.

He looked at the continuous autumn rain, and gradually, what he saw in front of him was no longer the rain, but the past and memories he had traveled along the way.

There were many insights in his heart, and his thoughts gradually became distant.

The rain is reality, and the memories are virtuality... Peep into the virtuality and see whether the virtuality is virtuality, ask about the virtuality and see whether the virtuality is virtuality, rush into the virtuality and see whether the virtuality is still virtuality, and when it is too virtual, see whether the reality has become virtuality.

If it's time to break the void, I'm afraid the void can be shattered. The reality and void can only be separated by a thought...

"Is this the Avenue of the Void..." Ning Fan raised the wine jar and took a sip. His traces of sadness were diluted by the rain and the wine.

“Good wine!”

Ning Fan's voice of approval immediately caused many drinkers in the wine shop to laugh.

"Haha, does this kid know anything about wine? Luoyunju's spiritual wine is always mixed with water, so how can it be considered a good wine! This kid doesn't understand wine, but he praises wine. It's really funny!"

"If we talk about the good wine in Zhuque City, it must be the wine from Zuique Tower... Tsk tsk tsk, that's the real good wine. But the price is ten times more expensive than the one in Luoyunju... Hey, let's wait for Pimai

The monks can only reluctantly drink the wine mixed with water in Luoyunju."

Ning Fan still drank by himself. He ignored these low-level monks. In his eyes, these Pingmai Fusion Spirits were no different from ordinary people, and there was no need to gain their approval.

Whether a wine is good or not depends not only on its alcohol content, but also on its taste. If it can dilute one's sadness, then the wine is naturally good.

No one agreed with Ning Fan's words, only a hearty laugh sounded from a distance outside the wine shop, "Haha, I thought I was the only one who thought Luoyunju's drinks were good, but it turns out I have a confidant. It's such a joy in my life. It suddenly dawned on me."

!”

The laughter was still echoing in the distance. In an instant, a big man wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat entered the wine shop.

"Grandma, it rained really hard. I was wearing a hat and raincoat, but I still got wet. Haha, haha..."

The big man laughed heartily, and his whole body exuded the aura of the fifth level of Pimai.

He looked around the wine shop and saw Ning Fan at one glance. Seeing Ning Fan calmly sitting under the rain drinking, he immediately guessed that this person was the one who praised the wine just now.

"Haha, isn't this Madman Wu from Suzaku City? I heard that you went into seclusion three years ago to attack the sixth level of Pipui. How come you still have the aura of the fifth level? Did the breakthrough fail again? Haha!"

"He and I met ten years ago. At that time, he was at the fifth level of Pingmai. Ten years later, his cultivation has not improved. It seems that he has no chance to break through to the soul fusion in this life!"

"Spirit-melting? If Madman Wu can fuse spirits, I can also form elixirs!"

Countless voices of ridicule were heard, and it was obvious that most of them knew this big man in a bamboo hat.

The big man didn't care about the people's ridicule, took off his bamboo hat and raincoat, laughed, and walked directly towards the wine table where Ning Fan was sitting.

Ignoring the wind and rain falling outside the window, I sat down, threw my hat and raincoat aside, and laughed.

"Blessed is the rain! The rain-soaked seat by the window is indeed the best seat in this store!"

As soon as the big man said this, countless drinkers immediately sprayed wine and laughed, "Look, Crazy Wu is talking crazy things again! Haha!"

Ning Fan raised his eyes and casually glanced at the big man. The calm evil energy in his body actually trembled slightly, and he felt an extremely strong evil energy coming from the big man's body.

"Is he at the peak of becoming a god... This person is not far away from refining the void. Although the evil energy in his body is far inferior to mine, it is still quite heavy. He should be an unscrupulous demon cultivator..."

Ning Fan could tell the big man's details with just one glance, but the big man couldn't tell Ning Fan's reality at all. He only said that Ning Fan was a junior, but he still held his fist politely and said,

"I am Wu Chen, Wu who has no law, Chen who kills people and massacres the city!"

The big man’s self-reported name was ‘Wucheng’.
To be continued...