Nine Cents Refining

Sun Hao slammed her knees and said softly: "Master, if the disciples can be separated, they will come back every ten years."

The purple body of the cloud purple smoke is slightly shocked. In the eyes, there is a cloud of mist, touching the head of Sun Hao, and the mouth is long and said: "Xiao Hao, your realm, I can not understand, but for the teacher and you Say, a lot of things, you need to go with the flow, the monks fight well, but sometimes, step back can also broaden the sky."

Sun Hao said softly: "The disciple understands."

Sometimes, some truths, but not the higher the monk, the more you can understand.

There are many clouds in the purple smoke, and the old man has got a lot of sentiments. Many of the things they teach, Sun Hao can be used for a lifetime.

Among the blue smoke, the master and the teacher quietly sit cross-legged and sit silent for a long time.

After a long time, the cloud purple smoke sent out a thin breath, but it was unconsciously, sleeping peacefully.

Sun Hao gently put her on the cloud bed to sleep well, and then three daggers, this quietly got up, looked at the purple smoke master with love, and shook and disappeared.

Yuan Ying’s heart fire has risen a lot.

However, the distance to complete the first drug is still a lot worse.

However, at this moment, Sun Hao is not in a hurry and is not obsessed with the refining of the first taste drug.

On the contrary, this way, Sun Hao found that the past self has neglected a lot because of the practice.

Many people, many things, slowly, are gradually faded in the process of cultivation.

It is the memory that fades away, and the true feelings that fade away.

Now Sun Hao, has been deliberately pursuing the first taste of human taste from the beginning. slowly. It became a memory of pursuing oneself. Pursue memories, those regrets left behind.

From Qingyunmen, take Xiachuan and Zhou Yuxi, who are still resting in the inn, and Sun Hao set foot on the road to the island of the Soul.

I haven’t returned to the island of Souls for many years.

On the small island where the unknown is located, there is a memory of Zhong Xiaohao who has melted into the depths of his memory. He has a secular feeling that is completely integrated with his memory and difficult to give up.

When he came out of the island of the Soul, Sun Hao got back to do the dingdiǎn novel, 23os;

then. Sun Hao also sent the Xiajia sisters to practice. At this time, after a few decades, Sun Hao himself, and his heart sighed again and embarked on the transmission array.

This transmission array is the secret of the island of the Souls on the mainland, according to the diǎn, there are guardians, there are transmission tokens, and a lot of security.

Sun Hao was on the verge of showing the token of his own. Naturally, the guardian was sent to the transmission array with respect and respect.

With Xia Chuan and Xiao Yuxi, Sun Hao once again set foot on the island full of soul. Once again, I felt the familiar sea breeze in the depths of my memory.

Breaking through the air, killing some of the long-eyed sea spirit beasts that stopped the road, Sun Hao flew to Leidao in accordance with his memory, and flew to the small fishing village where he had gone back in his dream.

If there is no accident, Xiaohao’s mother should have passed away, and her sister Wang Qiong should still be healthy.

When Sun Hao left, she gave her the soul of the white jade mouse. Although the soul is not strong, it can make the soul of the soul add a lot of life.

In the evening, Sun Hao took Xia Chuan far away to see the very familiar small fishing village.

Many fishing boats have already been docked, but there are also several fishing boats diǎn lit up with fish lights, faint lights, like fireflies, diǎn brighten the night of the sea.

Over the past 100 years, the changes in the fishing villages have not been great. In the small fishing villages, the changes have been made by generations of fishermen.

Far away, Sun Hao saw the yard where he once lived.

Then he saw an ordinary woman sitting in front of the yard, in front of her, surrounded by a group of children.

"Wang Po, Wang Po," a child shouted: "telling a story, telling a story."

Some children also said aloud: "This time I don't listen to Xiaohao, we have to listen to new stories."

Wang Po said with a soft voice: "Good, good, this time, I will tell you a story about ten heroes."

The gods swept through the air, and Sun Hao’s body was slightly shocked.

Sister is still there, Wang Qiong is still well.

Below, Wang Qiong has slowly begun to tell the story: "In that year, the earth was cracked, the sky was broken, the fire was burning, the floods drowned the city, the waves overturned the fishing boats, and the island was going to suffer The disaster, the Thousand Island monks, selected ten strong men, led hundreds of heroes, and embarked on a long road to heaven."

Above the sky, Sun Hao’s body was slightly shocked.

Ten heroes?

I did not expect that the island of the Soul is also beginning to spread.

After the burial of the Tianxu Market, the five great ding-point strengths issued a biography of each of the cultivating Xianzongmen. The mystery of the ancient burial of the sky and the agarwood, Sun Hao thought that his name would be passed down from the world and the whole continent would be famous.

However, after returning to Qingyunmen, Sun Hao found that the actual situation was slightly different from his own cognition.

The true biography of Qingyunmen is only the first layer of Yuanyunmen. The ordinary monk is the legend of the ten heroes after the adaptation.

And the summer nationals, sings from the ages, and is played by many children as role-playing, is also the legend of this ten heroes.

Unexpectedly, when I arrived at Wangcun, from the mouth of my sister Wang Qiong, Sun Hao heard the story of this version again.

It seems that this is really passed down across the continent.

Among the legends of the ten heroes, the number one hero, named "Sun Ruoshui, No. Shenxiang."

Wang Qiong’s voice was gentle and kind, and the children were so intoxicated. From time to time, bursts of cheers broke out. Congratulations, Sun Shenxiang killed a big bad guy. Sometimes, he was very worried. He worried about the fallen warriors. Asking with concern, will the Warriors resurrect and fight again?

Sun Hao stood quietly in the air and listened to Wang Qiong telling the story.

Behind him, Xia Chuan, who stood up and down, has already guessed that the protagonist in the legend of the ten heroes is afraid that he is the master of his own master.

As a result, Shen Xiang is the exclusive title of Shi Zun, and I believe no one on the mainland dares to use it.

Secondly, every time the master heard the legend of the ten heroes, there was always a faint nostalgia on his face, as if he was missing his old friend.

On one occasion, a storyteller misinterpreted the original intention of the story and smeared the "warrior hundred forgings". Xia Chuan saw Sun Hao personally shot, and learned the storytellers who talked nonsense, and heard the teacher respected justice and said: "Heroes cannot tolerate Oh, the spirit is not to be distorted, you must always remember."

Wang Qiong slowly talked about the legend of ten heroes. After more than half an hour, she stood up and said softly: "Well, little guys, my mother-in-law said it today, you should go back."

The children said loudly and gradually spread, but some children said, "Mother, you have to scratch the mother-in-law, what does your mark represent?"

Wang Qiong had a piece of coffin in his hand and picked up the knife next to him. Wang Qiong scrutinized it carefully on the coffin, and said softly in his mouth: "The nick is the time, the time when a person leaves. ”

The children looked at the dense nicks and could not help but curiously ask: "Mother, he has been away for a long time, a lot of marks."

Wang Qiong’s eyes looked at the night sky and looked at the sea. He said in his mouth: "It’s been a long time, long time, long time, my mother-in-law is afraid of forgetting, and I have to remind myself every day."

In the sky, the gods swept over Wang Qiong’s feet, a row of neat coffins, sweeping through the dense nicks, and Sun Hao’s body was slightly shocked.

Below, a child asked again, "My mother-in-law, you always stand by the sea during the day, looking at the sea, are you waiting for someone else?"

Wang Qiong said softly: "Yes, I am waiting for someone."

Some children said kindly: "But my mother said that when she was young, you were already waiting, my mother said, maybe, the people you waited forever will never come back, maybe you don't have to waited"

Some children said, "My mother's mother said so."

In the sky, Sun Hao’s body was slightly shocked.

Wang Qiong still said softly to the children: "Stupid children ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ mother-in-law and other people, that is the sea soul warrior, that is the same as the ten heroes, know, ten heroes, very Maybe there is him, maybe, the boss of the ten heroes is the mother-in-law and so on, how can he not come back?"

Some children laughed and said: "Mother, you want more, hehe."

Wang Qiong chuckled, not flustered, holding a knife, a diǎndiǎn finely on the coffin, scribbling a whole circle, this is a long plucked knife and coffin, said in his mouth: "Brother It’s another day, I don’t know, you still know that you don’t know the way home.”

In the sky, a sound that made her dream come true: "Qiong"

Wang Qiong’s body suddenly jerked, and then thought it was his own illusion. He shook his head in a smile and lifted his foot to prepare to walk into the yard, but suddenly found that there was a teenager in front.

Like the time when he left, the young man who seems to have no change in his age is opening his arms with a faint smile: "Qiong, brother is back" is not finished.

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