So What If You’ve Been Reborn?

The autumn frost is everywhere, and the weeds are yellow.

There was a light rain on the night before, and the traces of the horseshoes extended all the way to the end of the sky.

The sun is like blood, and the whole sky is smudged out of redness. The wind and sand outside is off, and when it passes through the broken wall standing alone in the wilderness, it makes a ghostly sound.

There used to be a city.

It has been turned into ruins for many years, the city can not see the flag, only a few scattered flagpoles stand still.

The wall collapsed most of the time, and the remaining stones looked strong and high, and its shadows covered a large part of the ruins, so the buildings there were kept the best.

As long as you walk into the roadway with rubble sand, you can see a circle of stone masonry on the side of the well, and the shed is only half-sliding over the well. There are footprints everywhere near the well. This abandoned city, because of this residual water well, the caravan occasionally passes by here and temporarily stops.

There are also a few extraordinarily spacious stone houses next to the wells. The damaged roofs have also been carefully repaired by passing people. The old and new stone materials, as well as the felt cloth that can't see the color, seem to be against.

The waste city is cold and clear, and the sharp whistling sound is like a sad cry.

At the moment, in front of the stone house, under the shelter of the city wall, someone used a fan to scream and scream at the firewood.

In the earthen jar on the fire, the soup is milky white and has a strong fragrance.

The bonfire man sat leisurely on the stone while watching the fire of the woodpile, while squatting: "The spring in Luoyang is good, the Luoyang Taoist is old, old and old, and the lamb can't be less."

He was a Gebu robes, a wide robe with large sleeves, and he slammed directly into his elbows. He wore a green lotus crown on his head, and a white whiskey was placed behind his back.

It looks like an ordinary tourist, but he is spotless, and it is extremely unusual on the wilderness. Seemingly sloppy, no shelf, but a pair of eyes deep and transparent, as if to see the world's sorrows and joys, the Qingming also with a touch of natural power.

When you see someone, you first admire it in this kind of extraordinary world, and you can't recognize his appearance carefully.

"Good sheep."

Nan Hongzi looked down at the earthen jar and pulled out a pair of chopsticks to make a fuss in the soup. There was a leg of lamb bone inside, which had been cooked thoroughly. The thin piece of lamb was rolled up and down, which was very attractive.

"Come on the seasoning." Nan Hongzi groaned, touched and touched in the sleeves of his arms, and finally took out a small small porcelain bottle, which contained the pepper of the real estate, which had been ground into pieces.

Gently shake in the crock, the pepper quickly melted into the soup, and there was no trace.

At the same time, a scent of fresh hemp is coming.

"Hey."

Nan Hongzi proudly put away the porcelain bottle and said to himself: "The craft is still like that year, very good!"

He reached out with a sigh of relief and lifted the gourd next to him.

The eyes shook on the gourd and swayed again. It was regrettable that the pot of wine that was hit in the country store before the customs clearance was not left.

"No apprentice is next to me, not even a person who buys wine."

Nan Hongzi threw the gourd aside and said with anger.

Although it is deserted here, but with the feet of the monks, there is nothing to say, and you want to drink at any time.

It is obviously impossible for Nan Hongzi to be alone, to cook mutton soup, and to want to go to the wine.

"Wine, what I want, meat, what I want. The two can't have both, and the apprentice takes a leisurely look." Nan Hongzi sighed against the earthen jar. "Nobody grabs it, it's good." !"

Compared with the benefits of eating alone, the apprentice is still cool where to go!

After all, it’s still a happy person!

"Rolled up, rolled." Nan Hongzi waved a hand, and the fire of the woodpile was extinguished, leaving only the smoke.

He held the chopsticks, and before he even started, he saw a figure standing at the end of the ruins.

Nan Hongzi was shocked.

Although he is not a monk now, his realm is extraordinary, but he also has the knowledge of the Mahayana period. There are only a handful of people in this world who can be close to him and let him not notice the slightest movement.

It is obviously inappropriate for the enemy and the enemy to be unclear.

Nan Hongzi’s eyes screamed and laughed: “Which Taoist friend passed by, is it the craft of the poor road?”

The man slowly came from the sand, buckled, and the felt cloth was wrapped tightly, revealing only a pair of eyes, and a strange twilight mark between the eyebrows.

Closer look is two lotuses, just the roots under the lotus roots and together.

Nan Hongzi sees a lot of knowledge, and there are some methods of inheritance in the realm of the real world. When they practice the extreme, they will reveal traces outside the Lingtai Zifu, that is, they will appear in the eyebrows.

But Bian Lilian - Nan Hongzi has never heard of this mark.

At the moment, the guards were deeper, and Nan Hongzi’s hands holding chopsticks were frozen:

The coming person has no flaws in his eyes, or that Nan Hongzi feels that no matter where he starts, he has no complete grasp. This mystery is full of uncertain dangerous figures, which is only seen by Nan Hongzi.

"You call me a friend?"

The slightly hoarse voice smiled and his eyes fell on Nan Hongzi, just like watching something unusual.

"According to my inquiries, the North Xuan faction should be destroyed. At this time, not only have there been cultivation, but there is no such thing as a sacred martial art. There is a person who coincides with the 'original Taoist solution'. The North Xuan faction is really a passing fire, and it will continue to live."

The voice of the people was not good, but Nan Hongzi did not agree, and began to fish the lamb.

"Junior, do you think I am talking nonsense?" The man smiled coldly.

Nan Hongzi snorted, junior, this name has never been heard for many years.

However, juniors are juniors. According to the age of winning, Qu Hong is less than forty in this year!

In front of this person, even if it is cultivated in the depths, the realm is even vast, and the view is impenetrable. To Nan Hongzi, he is a bit like his own little apprentice Chen He - repairing is far worse than his own realm. It is a person who cannot catch up with the realm because of various reasons.

Chen He is a period of sacredness. It is said that the past life can be ascended by the body of the demon. It is not surprising that this is the same.

But in front of this person, the strength has clearly reached the peak of the Mahayana period, still giving people this feeling, this is very bad.

Nan Hongzi does not have to think carefully, directly in the heart to give this uninvited guest a "trouble" hat, hey, 80% is still a big trouble! Because I listened to his tone, I suddenly saw the scene of the heyday of the North Xuan School.

At least Nan Hongzi determined that "there is no such thing as a martyrdom." The North Xuan faction has never heard of it for five generations.

- This person has even seen the release of Chen Wo.

Nan Hongzi’s thoughts turned around, and there is still no guess.

This person in front of him, as mentioned in the release, in the South China Sea and Fei Qiongdao, the main Shen Yubai battle, incarnation of the Millennium and Tilian's Nanhe sect, Yang Xinyue.

The monk eight thousand years ago.

Nan Hongzi frowned. At the beginning, he talked with the releaser about the idle thing. The boat went straight to the bridge and there was a road to the mountain. But the mountain came to find himself, which was unexpected.

Even 8,000 years ago, Nanxuan Zongbei Xuanpai killed and killed the enemy, and the depth of the enemy was like the sea. After the passage of time, the North Xuan faction died in name only. Nanhe Zong did not even have a shadow. Who still has the mind to count this in the world? Account?

"The meat is rolling too long, it will be old." Nan Hongzi rushed to the crock pot and stretched the chopsticks. "The world is just like the lamb in this soup. It’s too bad. It’s too early to be born, hateful and angry, you have to talk about it. opportunity."

"Oh? In your eyes, the avenue is not as important as this soup?" Yang Xinyue said faintly.

“Can the poor road feel the avenue, will it be flying soon?” Nan Hongzi laughed and said, “You can’t, so the avenue can’t match this pot of mutton soup. The time is not to be missed. Timing. If you haven’t come yet, it’s a mirror of water and moon, nothing.”

Yang Xinyue is certainly not the one who is persuaded so easily.

He stared at Nan Hongzi and said with deep meaning: "I thought that you would be very interested in what I said to the original road. As long as you ask, I will not deceive you like this junior."

Nan Hongzi then eats lamb and does not speak.

Not only did he eat, but he also took out the dried cake from his arms and smashed it into the soup. The scent was everywhere.

Yang Xinyue has something suddenly under the waist robes.

He grabbed it, and if nothing happened, "Now the realm of cultivation is declining, there is no one in the world who knows this. I see you as a **** of anger, and beyond the real thing, I must be the realm of my own understanding. How? I thought I was out of an unprecedented situation. The detachment of the realm, in fact, is still in the forefront of the retro-fried monks, lost? Or disappointed?"

Nan Hongzi had no choice but to raise his head from the mutton soup: "What was the lord doing for the sage?"

Yang Xinyue’s eyes are condensed.

It is not surprising that the other party points out his identity. Unless the two North Xuan disciples who saw it before, and the enemies in front of them, they will not remind each other.

However, the problem of Nan Hongzi is obviously beyond his expectations.

"Xianxian--" Yang Xinyue murmured, "I have long forgotten."

Nan Hongzi applauded: "Forget it, you are right."

"..."

Yang Xinyue is scheduled to see him.

- Forget, it is not obsessive.

It’s better than a hundred times and a thousand times more than “getting out of the crowd”, “revenge,” “getting rid of old age and sickness”.

There are comparisons, gains and losses, not broken, it is a magic barrier.

Nan Hongzi will not know who the "Tao" is with the ancient monks.

"Whoever is going, this is who's way, there is no ancient person before, no one who came after, only the world and the mutton of me..." Nan Hongzi said with a chopstick.

Yang Xinyue suddenly smiled. He sat down at the fire and untied the wrapped robes.

What makes Nan Hongzi stunned is that the other party actually grabbed it and used it to pour a pair of chopsticks into the pot. It was unceremonious to reach into the pot and pick up the largest and best-cooked lamb.

"You missed the opportunity." Yang Xinyue smiled.

"..."

"There is no such utensil in the ancient wilderness. Fortunately, it is not difficult to learn." Yang Xinyue's second chopsticks were not so accurate. He looked at the pot for a long time like him, and he thoroughly understood the tumbling laws of the mutton.

When it comes to grabbing food, Nan Hongzi has been fighting with his disciples for many years. Where can he dare to fall?

A pot of lamb and dried cakes were quickly robbed by two people.

Nan Hongzi’s intentions are still unfinished, and this is the mood to look at the son of the Nan Hezong.

- In addition to the imprint of the eyebrows, Yang Xinyue's appearance is very common, only a very large cyan gourd hung on the waist.

Nan Hongzi’s eyes lit up.

Yang Xinyue saw through his mind and said, "This is not wine."

After that, I also took a gourd and added it seriously: "There is a fish inside."

"This is not exactly the case, the fish and sheep, fresh, and cook a pot of soup." Nan Hongzi proposed.

"No, this is a big fish that can swallow all the monks in the South China Sea. It is very hard. It can kill a Mahayana monk by scratching the scales." Yang Xinyue said according to the constantly moving gourd.

"..."

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