Ten years passed by in a flash.

In ten years, Ning Fan solved the lottery 60,000 times, but all the life and death mentioned in the words will happen without exception.

Whether one can avoid death depends on the magic power of the person seeking the fortune, and is not something Ning Fan cares about.

He just weaves the grass rings of life and death and devours the grass rings.

The number of patterns of life and death on the Yuan Shen has already reached 3,800, and he can become an immortal.

However, Ning Fan has not yet broken through the bottleneck of becoming an immortal. He just closed down the autograph booth and tended the medicine garden and nursery at home every day.

Drink the wine made from five grains every day and taste the secret of wine.

Pick some fairy soul grass every day, fry it and give it to Mu Weiliang.

Ten years have passed, and Ouyang Nuan's complexion has long since returned to its original state, and his cultivation has also improved a lot.

Ten years have passed and Mao Qiu has reached the late Nascent Soul cultivation level.

Ten years later, Mu Weiliang is already eighty or nine years old, and the Immortal Soul Grass can really make her grow up.

Ten years have passed, and Zili has grown a little taller. She looks about ten years old.

The reason why Zili can grow up is that she often sneaks into the depths of the blue sea to hunt ferocious beasts and eat them.

For a monk, ten years is a short time.

To a mortal, ten years is a long time.

For the first time, Ning Fan felt that time passed very slowly, and his state of mind at this moment was like that of a mortal.

He is already familiar with living in Zhiliu City, and now no one in Zhiliu City knows the name "Ning Banxian".

A fortune-telling fortune will definitely hit the target.

Three lovely wives, big or small, all with peerless beauty, are raised in their boudoir.

Although the three girls are stunningly beautiful, no one dares to have any idea about them.

There were once a few disciples with the spirit-melting cultivation who wanted to tease Ouyang Nuan and other girls, but they were easily knocked down by Mu Weiliang and Zili.

There are rumors from the outside world that Ning Fan and his three beauties are all golden elixir cultivators...

Ning Fan no longer interprets the signatures. Occasionally he will go under the giant willow to have a look, and then return.

He has realized life and death, but he has not yet attained enlightenment.

Every day, Ning Fan makes rings at home. What he makes is no longer a ring of life and death, but a ring of obsession.

Every day, Ren Li would send a large amount of cattail grass for Ning Fan to make rings.

Ten years have passed. Ren Li is already a young monk in the middle stage of spiritual integration. Looking at the entire Zhiliu City, he is a first-class figure.

The number of his younger brothers has already exceeded a hundred, and he only has two powerful soul-melting masters.

He is already a prominent figure in Zhiliu City, but he still respectfully calls Ning Fan "big brother" every time he sees him.

It is said that the leader of Lingwu Sect took a fancy to Ren Li and wanted to accept him as a closed disciple, but Ren Li refused.

The reason is that with my eldest brother here, if you don’t have to travel far, you will have a good time.

His admiration for Ning Fan has already penetrated deep into his bones.

Three years ago, Ren Li entered the blue sea with his initial cultivation of Soul Fusion, hunted monsters, and begged Ning Fan to unravel a life and death lot for him.

Ning Fan didn't give him the sign, but just gave him a grass ring.

He took a grass ring and hunted animals on the outskirts of the blue sea. Suddenly he encountered a demonic wind and swept it into the depths of the blue sea.

In the depths of the blue sea, there are countless ferocious beasts comparable to the golden elixir, including infant beasts and desolate beasts!

Ren Li encountered the siege of seventeen golden elixir ferocious beasts, and thought he was destined to die.

At the critical moment, the grass ring suddenly flew out of his arms, flew into the air, and turned into seventeen rings of fire, which easily burned and killed seventeen ferocious beasts!

From that day on, Ren Li believed that Ning Fan must be a powerful Nascent Soul man who had never left the world!

Only the powerful Nascent Soul can instantly kill seventeen golden elixir ferocious beasts!

Ning Fan has been weaving fire rings for several years.

Fire is the first Tao he touches, and turning swords into fire is his first trump card.

The cattails were in his hands and quickly weaved into a ring of fiery red grass.

With a flick of his finger, the ring of fire turned into a streak of fire and was swallowed by Ning Fan.

Afterwards, Ning Fan picked up the cattails and continued to weave the next fire ring.

Two years later, Ning Fan began to weave Nianso grass rings.

Two years later, Ning Fan started weaving rain grass rings.

In another three years, Ning Fan began to weave a mountain grass ring.

Three years later, Ning Fan began to weave Fuli grass rings.

The grass rings he weaves contain various magical powers.

These magical powers are all different, but have one thing in common.

All magical powers are integrated into Ning Fan's teachings, and they exist for protection.

It took five years to weave and devour the grass ring.

I have lived in Zhiliu City for twenty-five years.

Mu Weiliang and Zili have grown into eleven or twelve-year-old girls, and Ouyang Nuan quietly broke through to the fifth level of Broken Void in this year.

This year, Ren Li cultivated to the peak of Fusion Spirit and became the city lord of Zhiliu City.

The former ruffian is no longer a bit of a ruffian. He understands what responsibility is and leads a group of subordinates to maintain the stability of Zhiliu City.

After the Fuli grass ring, Ning Fan wove the Moluo grass ring and the Taisu grass ring, weaving the shikigami into the ring and swallowing them one by one.

His Tao is becoming more and more solid, and he is not far away from the realization of Tao.

Fifteen years passed by in a flash, and it had been forty years since Ning Fan came to Zhiliu City.

He finally stopped weaving grass rings and spent the whole day drinking and making wine and tending the medicine garden.

Two-thirds of the Immortal Soul Grass has been used up, and Mu Weiliang has grown to the age of thirteen or fourteen.

Zili obviously grows slower and looks like she is just thirteen years old.

This year, Ning Fan and Ouyang Nuan sat across from each other and drank. After getting slightly drunk, the two rolled on the bed...

After a slight sting, there was a sinking pleasure.

"Father, you are dirty!" After having fun, Ouyang Nuan looked at the countless red marks on his body and was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig a hole and bury himself.

"I can be even more nasty!"

Ning Fan made no secret of the desire in his eyes, turned over and suppressed it again...

On the second day, Ouyang Nuan couldn't get out of bed and couldn't take Little Furball and the two little girls out to play.

The little fur ball looked dissatisfied at Nuan Nuan Niang, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, his eyes full of resentment.

She wants to go out to play, but Nuan Nuan Niang won’t go. She can’t go out alone because Nuan Nuan Niang won’t let her go!

Mu Weiliang and Zili quietly opened a corner of Ouyang Nuan's brocade quilt. When they saw the red marks all over Ouyang Nuan's body, the two little girls blushed shamelessly.

Zili belongs to the demon clan, and demon clan monks are very open-minded. Even a little girl understands the meaning of these red marks.

How could she not understand the mating between beasts? She is a noble and evil person! The greatest among demons!

Mu Weiliang didn't understand the meaning of red marks, but she still blushed.

The memory that was originally blank suddenly appeared.

What's extra is the one-night-long fun she had with Ning Fan when she was a female corpse...

"Xiao Zizi, I seem... I seem to have been bitten by a little butterfly..." Mu Weiliang said with some uncertainty.

"Really! I envy you so much! You actually mated with the master!" Zili's little face was full of envy.

Forgive her for only knowing the word mating. She is a demon. In her memory, this behavior is called mating.

"It hurts... although I couldn't seem to feel any pain at that time..." Mu Weiliang said with some earnestness.

"I'm so envious of you! I also want to mate with my master and give birth to lots of babies..." Zili's face was still full of envy. Before she could say the word 'Li', the evil mark occurred on its own, making it impossible for her to say it.

The word "help away".

"Why are you envious? Since you think so, I will take you there! Let's go. Sister Liang will take you to find the little butterfly and ask for mating!"

Mu Weiliang held Zili's hand generously and walked toward the front yard.

Ning Fan was sitting alone on a stone bench, holding a wine glass in his hand. In the night, under the starlight, a tree had flying flowers falling in the wind.

The scenery was beautiful, but Ning Fan had no intention of admiring it. He just looked at the wine in the glass quietly.

He discovered that to this day, the wine he brewed by hand had gradually incorporated a trace of Tao Yun.
To be continued...