Chapter 25: Only one cultivating place

　　 Count all the regrets in my life, but death is the most sad.
　　 The girl's call made the heart of the person who heard it touched, and there were many feelings.
　　 Among the overlapping imaginary figures, a burly man was also trembling, guarded by many figures in ragged armor, a soldier who died defending the city with him.
　　 "Father!"
　　 The little princess couldn't help it anymore, crying out, trying to struggle forward, but fell weakly in front of Yang Jian.
　　 Tears are like broken pearls, crying with sorrow, and with endless fear, helplessness and desolation.
　　 Those human figures are just the appearance of mortal souls. Although they are contaminated by the pale golden light at this time, they are very ‘fragile’ themselves. It is not easy to manifest, let alone speak.
　　 Shang Dehou's soul was tearful, and he finally raised his head and shouted.
　　 could not find immortals, but died in the hands of "Xian";
　　 guarding the territories, but the city was destroyed overnight.
　　 For a lifetime, if you die on the battlefield or shroud in horse leather, it would be considered a affair. I never thought that I died at the hands of the evil demon and almost never even had a chance to reincarnate.
　　 How should he not resent, how should he not hate!
　　 But as Yang Jian continued to recite the Taoist scriptures to save the soul, the hatred in Shang Dehou's heart was constantly washed away.
　　In the end, the figure in the canyon has gone seven or eighty-eight, leaving thousands of souls in armor, and these souls are constantly being purified from resentment...
　　Yes, they are still reluctant to leave, still silent, looking into the distance.
　　 "Oh," why can't Fu Dongliu understand? He said: "Everyone is a loyal and patriotic righteous man, but he was harmed by Fang Wai's demon way, and he felt resentment in his heart."
　　 "That demon way has been smashed to death with a boulder by this little brother, and his soul is scattered. Why do you have to miss it anymore?"
"This little brother is here today, using his own blessings to save him, he will take care of himself on the cycle of reincarnation, and there are fewer ghosts and urges on the Wangxiang stage. You can also get a disc of sanctuary in front of the temple of reincarnation, so that you and others can switch. humane."
　　 "Why can't you stop? Go quickly!"
　　 A pulling force came from Kinmen, but it urged these thousands of soldiers to go on their way.
　　 The soul of Shang Dehou trembled, his legs slowly bend, and finally he knelt towards Yang Jian.
　　 Thousands of soldiers were silent, and so on.
　　 The little princess had already fainted crying, and Yang Jian’s scripture of salvation was about to be read ninety-nine times.
　　 The pale golden ghost gate exerted its strength, thousands of souls were sucked back and forth, but these souls were kowtow slowly and firmly.
　　 After three bows, Shang Dehou and thousands of soldiers got up, turned into streamers, and crashed into the pale golden ghost gate.
　　The ghost gate gradually dissipated, and the cold moonlight poured down, and only the girl who passed out was sobbing in her sleep.
　　 Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes and sighed softly.
　　 The pale golden ghost gate shattered, and finally condensed into a golden light, which directly pounced on Yang Jian.
　　 Yang Jian moved in his heart, knowing that this was the merit he had gained from the salvation of these souls, but he could have a kind of...I can't tell the truth, it's always uncomfortable.
　　 It seems that Xuan Gong is repelling this golden light.
　　 The golden light was about to penetrate Yang Jian's chest, but Yang Jian suddenly raised his hand. Instead of putting the golden light away, he held it with his hand and moved the golden light aside.
　　 Fu Dongliu saw this scene next to him, his eyes straightened again.
　　Gongde is such a mysterious and mysterious thing, can this boy play with it?
　　 Originally, if the Primordial Power didn't want the merits to enter the body, it would use some spirit treasures to absorb the power of the merits, thereby promoting the transformation of the spirit treasures.
　　 And Yang Jian had no long objects at this time, and the most precious thing was the formation disk for cultivation. Although the formation disk was complicated and strong, it was not a spiritual thing at all.
　　 can be absorbed, but the eight or nine profound arts are extremely repulsive, and I feel that it is just like the poison of "murder the practitioner of the profound arts."
　　 "It's cheaper for you," Yang Jian moved in his heart, and led the golden light to him, directly touching the brows of the girl lying on the ground.
　　 Fu Dongliu looked straight up, sighed in his heart, and there was a little envy and depression in his eyes.
　　 And at this time, perhaps it was Nian Fu Dongliu who helped Yang Jiandu to transform the countless souls, and another golden light like a strand of hair came from the sky and penetrated Fu Dongliu's eyebrows.
　　 Fu Dongliu's body trembled, his eyes were full of surprises, he quickly closed his eyes to heal his injuries.
　　 opened his eyes after a short while, and his cultivation level had improved a bit; and a black light burst from the center of his eyebrows, turning into a black smoke and dissipating.
　　 "Huh, I finally got it out." Fu Dongliu let out a long sigh of relief. Although his arms trembled, he was able to slowly lift up.
　　 Yang Jian turned his ears and heard the rumbling of horseshoes. It seemed that there was a brigade of cavalry marching on the mountain road.
　　 He didn't want to be troublesome, and said: "Can senior move? It's better to go to my residence to recover."
　　 Fu Dongliu intends to make friends at this time, and in his heart he also believes that he has inherited Yang Jian's great favor, and said to Yang Jian, "So, thank you Shaoxia."
After 　　 said, Fu Dongliu stood up with his legs trembling slightly, and Yang Jian had already clamped the girl under his ribs again.
　　 Fu Dongliu smiled awkwardly at Yang Jian, Yang Jian understood in his heart, raised his hand to support Fu Dongliu's arm, and rushed away with this ‘senior expert’.
　　 In fact, with such close contact, whether it is Yang Jian or Fu Dongliu, there is a drum in his heart.
Defenses can not do without.
　　Don't say that you can be very trustworthy if you have kindness, and the world of cultivation is even more dangerous, foolishly trusting others, afraid that you don't even know how to die in the end.
　　 Yang Jian is okay, Xuan Gong can promptly remind of danger, and it has seized the veins of this ‘senior’ and took the initiative.
　　Fu Dongliu is much more afraid. He has been around for many years and has never been so close.
　　 Mo said that he was a strange boy with a ‘strange force’, such as Hua Meijuan and confidante had never caught him like this.
　　 This is actually taking a risk, but after Fu Dongliu was lifted up by Yang Jian, he felt a little less worried and more close.
　　 Probably, the male monk will have some subtle psychological changes in physical contact.
　　Yang Jian's figure jumped several times and jumped into the forest.
　　 Not long after, a team of black armored cavalry broke into this place, looking at the hundred-foot-long "deep valley cliff" cut out by a sword, and at the rocky mountain standing there in a "strange" posture...
　　 The cavalry responsible for commanding the dispatcher is not stupid, so he immediately silenced his men and retreated slowly...
　　 In the next few days, the land of a thousand li warriors broke out.
　　 The frontier guarded by the former Shang Dehou was broken overnight, and the dynasty to which Shang Dehou belonged was too late to react, and the enemy brigade had already launched into the country.
　　 The flames of war burned arbitrarily, the people were displaced, and battles with more than 10,000 people broke out every day, and decisive battles involving tens of thousands of soldiers were brewing.
　　 The iron riding rumbling, batch after batch rushed past the burned-out border city, the spiritual energy in this area was also contaminated by blood, and became a little impure, with many impurities.
　　 In the past few days, there are two more people in the cave where Yang Jian originally lived.
　　 Fu Dongliu took this to heal his injuries, and became more and more acquainted with Yang Jian. The two drank wine twice, and after several nights talks, they were also heartbroken by each other's tolerance, and they had a close friendship.
　　 The two are known as Taoist friends, and they often talk about the heavens and the earth, but they don't care about Taoism.
　　Because Yang Jian is strong, but his cultivation level is really low. How can Fu Dongliu embarrass him? I'm just talking about many interesting things about my travels.
　　 And these interesting facts have also become a door for Yang Jian to understand the status quo of the monks in this world. He also yearns for it in his heart.
　　 The little princess cried for two days and slept for two nights. The whole person was as stupid as he occupied the bed in the cave mansion, confused.
　　 Her kind of spiritual energy has also dissipated a lot, and there is always a gloom between her eyebrows.
　　 Whenever Yang Jian and Fu Dongliu were drinking and talking at the entrance of the cave, she would listen in a daze. Gradually, there was a little more vitality in her eyes, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
　　 Yang Jian still simmers his muscles and bones as usual every day, but he didn't directly take out the formation or something stupidly.
　　 The wealth is not revealed, Yang Jian still knows this kind of thing.
　　Fu Dongliu saw Yang Jian's practice method of walking against the mountain and attacking the waterfall, but he couldn't keep his mouth shut. I felt that the craziest thing in the world was nothing more than this.
　　 don't you refine qi?
　　 Aren’t you concentrating?
　　 If you don't repair the Golden Core Road, how can you cross the mortal tide?
　　 Where does this boy learn from? What is it? The end is unpredictable and daunting.
　　 Could it be that this young man accidentally eaten some genius treasure?
　　 Although Fu Dongliu was dying of curiosity in his heart, he didn't ask any questions. After all, his heels and feet can be considered private in the predicament.
　　 Once the heels and feet are exposed, the exposure of the body is a trivial matter. If the enemy calculates the magic weapon and supernatural powers, then it will fall into a passive state.
　　 And Yang Jian only mentioned a few times in the conversation. He was taught by a master, but he was only allowed to experience in the mortal world.
　　 Although I don’t know the details of Yang Jian, Fu Dongliu believes that he can’t misunderstand people, and Fu Dongliu’s evaluation of Yang Jian’s heart may be summarized by the eight characters:
　　 is upright and unexpected.
　　 Therefore, when he had been able to heal his injuries for a few days and wanted to leave, he invited Yang Jian.
　　 "Friends, you also know that this world is no longer suitable for spiritual practice."
　　 Yang Jian nodded: "Well, the aura here has gradually dissipated."
Fu Dongliu smiled and said, "I also mentioned to you before that the last monks in this world are all gathered in a secret realm. The secret realm is created by the ancient power, and the spiritual energy is dozens of times here. Only there, there is a place where I can wait for the monks."
　　 Yang Jian actually learned about the secret realm from Fu Dongliu's mouth a long time ago, and hesitated as to whether he wanted to enter this place to practice.
　　How can Fu Dongliu fail to see Yang Jian's hesitation?
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　　 But Fu Dongliu only said two things, so Yang Jian dispelled his concerns and decided to go together.
　　 "In that secret realm, there are hundreds of cultivating sects, and because the spiritual energy of this world has dissipated, there are more than ten sects whose ancestors came from martial arts, which is very extraordinary."
　　 Enter the way from Wu!
Fu Dong smiled indifferently, but he seemed to have something in his chest, and continued: "There is a very common thing in the secret realm called Tianxin Stone, which is probably a special product of our kind of heaven and earth that has dissipated aura, palm-sized. It weighs thousands of catties, and you don’t have to run back and forth with the mountain on your back every day. It's indecent, indecent."
　　 Yang Jian is also not welcome, got up and grabbed Fu Dongliu's arm, "Thank you, fellow Taoist took me there."
　　 "Hahaha, easy to talk, easy to talk!" Fu Dongliu raised his head and laughed, raising his eyebrows at Yang Jian.
　　 Then, the two looked at the hole at the same time, Yang Jian looked at Fu Dongliu, and Fu Dongliu wanted to pay back the favor he owed Yang Jian.
　　 "I have a few younger sisters who have been arguing and embarrassing to accept disciples. This little girl is very qualified, and they must be very happy."
　　 Yang Jian sighed lightly, did not say much, just turned and walked into the hole.
　　 And the little princess did not show the slightest joy when he heard the words of the two, but he sat there blankly, the emptiness on that little face made people feel sour.
　　 I don't know what Yang Jian said, she nodded and promised to go back to apprentice with Fu Dongliu.
　　 After a short while, a purple light swept across the sky and flew towards the sky at sunset.
　　 The things in the world are due to chance, but they can’t really tell the truth;
　　 I can sigh that Shang Dehou spent half his life searching for immortals, living in desolation, and finally dying without prejudice; but his little daughter survived desperately, but directly worshipped one of the top sacred places of immortality in this heaven and earth.
　　 The fate is difficult to play.