alone mountain and river

In the world of laws, the most creative thing is the laws of space and time. In the world of laws of time and space, many weird and alternative ways of using laws have been born, and a large number of schools have also been born.

Feng Qinglang didn't dislike Nan Xinghun as a newcomer, she patiently watched her latest changes in the law, praised her a few times, and gave a pertinent opinion. On the road of law, there will never be the best one. Only the most suitable for you, and often only the most suitable, will you have the opportunity to walk out of your own path in the end.

After the exchange of martial arts finally came to an end, even the outside concert came to an end, and when it was time for the musicians to thank them, the fireworks bloomed in the night sky non-stop, smearing out various gorgeous patterns, even the non-musicians on the square Fan also stopped and looked up, seeing that Feng Qinglang still didn't intend to open the letter, Nan Xinghun had no choice but to leave: "Well, then I'm leaving... Well, by the way, does Beatrice like you?"

Nan Xinghun intentionally let his eyes flick over the letter paper to make his words more natural, but after the words came out, he felt that this question was a bit stupid. Beatrice suddenly Actively kissing Feng Qinglang passionately can become a hot topic some time ago.

Everyone said that the little follower of the Nan family had bad luck and made a stunning beauty fall in love with him.

Feng Qinglang thought about it seriously, and then replied: "I'm not sure, it should be... just a special kind of affection."

Nan Xinghun blinked narrowly, trying to make the conversation between himself and Feng Qinglang more like a communication between buddies: "What about you, do you like her?"

Feng Qinglang looked up at the fireworks in the night sky, recalling the feeling that had surfaced in a certain moment, and felt that Beatrice was very similar to sunset glow, beautiful but not to be had, but she was not like fireworks, gorgeous but unable to stay around forever, a faint Sourness swims through the lake of his heart, it seems that beautiful things can never belong to him.

He smiled and replied: "I probably just have a very special affection for her. Well, it's like two fireworks blooming in the night sky, each blooming with different beauty, maybe they appreciate each other, Even the fireworks of each other passed by each other, but before they had time to communicate more, they passed by each other and disappeared into the night sky."

Nan Xinghun's heart trembled for no reason, feeling a bit unspeakably sad, as if it touched the deepest part of Feng Qinglang's heart, although it was only the tip of the iceberg, he had already glimpsed it, but felt that Feng Qinglang was a little insincere, he just thought so , not his true desire.

She couldn't help raising her head and looking in the same direction as Feng Qinglang. The two beautiful fireworks had long since dispersed without a trace, but more fireworks spewed up, filling the dark night sky.

On the other side of the garden square, there are two women who are also staring at the same night sky. Because of their extraordinary looks, even if the fireworks are so beautiful, some passers-by who stop nearby will take time to peek at them, robbing many people. Less eyeballs.

"Aunt Xiaofeng, the fireworks tonight are so beautiful!" Lan Dandan's neutral voice sighed softly.

"Hmm." Lan Xiaofeng thoughtfully discerning the colorful patterns in the night sky.

"By the way, Aunt Xiaofeng, why do you want to participate in the competition?"

"Is this a question from your father, or a question from the Council of Elders?" Lan Xiaofeng immediately broke away from a certain emotional moment, and there was a flash of light in her eyes.

Lan Dandan shook his head, and said: "No, no, Aunt Xiaofeng, don't be nervous, this is just my personal problem, you know, the last Mingguang was very miserable, only the mentor team who led the team came back, and the participating students , none of them came back..."

Lan Xiaofeng sighed softly, and said seriously: "I need to find a place in Mingguang, it will be of great benefit to the family in the future..."

"That... Auntie Xiaofeng, do I need to continue to keep a low profile? I... I feel a little uncomfortable."

Lan Xiaofeng said solemnly: "Dandan, do you still remember Luo Lingyun and the others? If you hadn't been advised to keep a low profile, you would have hung out with them when you first started school. What would happen now?"

Lan Dandan was silent about it, Situ Weiyang was made miserable by those dandies, and those dandies were also made miserable by Feng Qinglang.

Whenever she thinks of the name Feng Qinglang, she always has a deep hatred. It is because of the existence of such a person that she can no longer establish any sense of superiority in front of Nan Xinghun.

She said softly: "Auntie Xiaofeng, I heard that during the main match, the death rate is quite high. You and that Feng Qinglang are team members, that..."

With that gentle and gentle tone and coquettish attitude, passers-by who were still peeping at them must not have guessed that Lan Dandan was suggesting that Lan Xiaofeng find a chance to make Feng Qinglang disappear.

Lan Xiaofeng shook his head and said: "Dandan, don't talk about this matter again, it's best not to think about it for the time being...During the training camp, an old guy whose strength I can't see clearly came to personally check Feng Qinglang's background ,Then……"

The fireworks in the night sky blurred for an instant, just like going back to last night, the night also drew a brilliant trajectory like fireworks, she continued: "Then, that old guy left very angry...don't ask why, I also have no idea."

"Okay, Dandan, don't think about it, just enjoy your school time."

"Oh, I see, Aunt Xiaofeng..."

"..."

The music stopped, the fireworks cleared, and Beatrice's letter was read.

Feng Qinglang placed it neatly on the top shelf of the cabinet, and the shelf below it was a pile of scattered letters, piled up in a disorganized manner, and the letters from Mr. Nan Ling were the main ones.

If Mr. Nan Ling sees this scene, he will definitely feel heartbroken. He claims to be a master of contemporary calligraphy, but his calligraphy is obviously in a state of quasi-garbage that is thrown away when it is full.

Beatrice's letter described her recent situation, to the effect that the progress of dividing the inheritance was smoother than expected, and if she was lucky, she could come back to take the final exam.

It seemed that there was still a faint breath of longing in the letter, and it was precisely because of this breath that it took Feng Qinglang a long time to enter the state of meditation this night.

The first three chapters have been proficient in operation, but the cultivation state of Chapter 4 is still in an unsatisfactory state. There are still some Jingxin pills refined before, but it is a pity that the help for the cultivation of Chapter 4 is minimal.

Although he could clearly feel that his mental state was improving bit by bit, if he continued to make such a slow progress, his life would still come to an end in more than half a year.

He must break through the bottleneck, it is a matter of time, it is a matter of life and death.

The back mountain of Mingguang is a legendary place.

In the imagination of many people, the entrance there must be in a place where there is no doubt about the road. If there is no one to guide the way, you will never find the entrance to that village.

Then there must be singing birds and fragrant flowers, picturesque scenery, a group of old men with white beards who love to fly around there when they have nothing to do, all kinds of rare birds and animals can be seen everywhere, and all kinds of rare medicinal materials are everywhere...

Under the blue sky and white clouds, Feng Qinglang came to the entrance of this legendary place under the guidance of Kuangtu Xia.

It's just an inconspicuous small ravine, except for one or two exquisite small magic patterns at the entrance of the ravine to defend against ferocious birds and beasts, there is basically nothing special about it.

Xia Kuangtu laughed and said: "Don't be disappointed, Mingguang Houshan is just a title, in fact, it is everywhere, as long as it is the hermitage of those old guys, it is considered as Mingguanghoushan. Well, this is just their hermitage one."

Xia Kuangtu was obviously a frequent visitor, and he opened the magic pattern lock with skillful gestures, and entered it. A clear stream ran across the ravine, and fish jumped out of the water from time to time. Xia Kuangtu moved his index finger and said with a smile: "You Good luck, the grilled fish here tastes first-class. They chose to live in seclusion here, probably has a lot to do with the food."

Feng Qinglang could only smile in agreement. His purpose of coming here was very simple, to visit the seniors who had practiced the Meditation Chapter, and to ask for their cultivation experience. They must have gone further on this road.

A small number of thatched huts are scattered on both sides of the creek. It is close to noon at this time, and the curling white smoke is slowly misty. A young man is fishing by the river. If he is not dozing off and drooling, the scene will be more peaceful and peaceful. .