Nine Cents Refining

Sunrise at the east, like coming from the ground. The sky has entered the sea again, and the six dragons are in peace.

Contrary to the sky, there is more.

In the voice of Luo Peng, full of fighting spirit, the whole person is like a fighter. It seems to be skyrocketing: "My masters, refining and refining, practicing and climbing, are not against the heavens, change their lives against the sky, go against the water, go against the current. On the other hand, you can go along the way, or you can get a temporary repair, but it is difficult to become a big device..."

The monks practice differently, and their experiences are different. The road to practice is different.

The usual saying of the righteous monk is: "Shunzexian, anti-devil", follow the Tao, practice the road, go along the road, and finally become a fairy.

But Luo Peng's understanding is a bit different.

Luo Peng believes that by the way, it can only be a mortal. If you want to cultivate into a fairy, you must change your life against the sky and go against the sky.

Going back to the dust brows slightly wrinkled.

Luo Peng’s cultivation road is a little off the normal track. It’s no wonder that its killing will be so heavy that even the royal road has fallen into his hands.

And Sun Hao, after listening to Luo Peng’s words, is a realization.

Sun Hao has come all the way, and the nine major practices have stepped forward step by step.

In the process of moving forward, there have been a lot of "breaking poles" phenomenon, such as the power of the real dragon, but also the spirit of breaking the pole, as well as the nine layers of refining.

In this way, according to Luo Peng, in fact, it can be classified as "reverse".

Of course, perhaps Luo Peng’s understanding is not comprehensive, or Sun Hao’s understanding of the reverse is slightly different.

The so-called limit, Sun Hao's understanding should be the level of heaven, the test of heaven, the monk's practice against the sky, and the crossing of the level, in fact, within the scope of heaven. The so-called "reverse" is actually a kind of Tao.

It is different from the individual character of the monk. The various traits also have the characteristics of the Tao. Maybe, the retrograde is also a very unique character.

The word "reverse" seems simple, but it contains the spirit of war and battle, and the fighting spirit against the current. But it is not a straightforward explanation.

Luo Peng’s own understanding of Xiandao is also among the five real people, relatively weak, so, it didn’t take long for him to fully explain his point of view.

At the end of the day, Luo Peng stood up: "My fairy road, thorns and thorns, if the sky resists me, I will break this day. If Xian blocked me, I will destroy the fairy..."

The voice just fell, the sky was thundering, as if it was the sound of thunder, and it rang through the nine miles, for a long time.

Luo Peng stood upright and looked at the sky with high morale.

The dust-cleaner said in a timely manner: "Okay. Ok, Xiaopeng. Your immortality is a reversal. Now it is alright. Go on."

Luo Peng’s momentum blew and turned to the dusty person: “Xiao Peng understands, thank you for your concern.”

Finished, jumped down. Be attributed to five people.

In the sky, the calm slowly recovered.

The monks looked at Sun Hao, who was sitting cross-legged in the air.

At this time, Sun Hao is closing his eyes and concentrating on the gods.

Five Jin Dan. Only Agarwood has not yet been discussed.

The first four people have different opinions and different angles. But in general, everyone is well-educated, that is, I don’t know what Sun Hao’s Sun Xiangxiang has.

Jin Dan on the immortal, the core understanding should have some reservations, but even so, for the monks, even the cultivation of Yuan Ying Zhenjun is greatly beneficial.

I don’t know if the final appearance of Sun Hao Sun Shenxiang will have some different understandings.

After half an hour.

Sun Hao slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were like a star, and he grew up, his hands and his back, striding a span, and had already arrived before the case.

The hands were slightly arched on the chest, the upper body was slightly owed, and the face was smiling. After a round of sighing, Lang said: "Qingyunmen, Sun Haosun Shen Xiang has seen friends."

Within one field, the 10,000 monks Qi Qi Gao Nuo: "I have seen Shen Xiang real people."

With a slight smile, Sun Hao slowly crossed his knees and sat on the futon.

Reaching out to take the cup, slowly poured a cup of fragrant tea, and took a cup and gently took a sip.

Putting down the teacup, Sun Hao closed his eyes and seemed to be sorting out his ideas.

Within one field, tens of thousands of monks were calm and calm, watching silently and watching Sun Hao quietly.

After a few hard work, Sun Hao opened his eyes, and the clear and plain voice began to echo in the sky: "People are on the mountain side."

The monk below, a little disappointed.

The beginning of Shen Xiang, very similar to Li Min, Li Min is also the beginning.

Fortunately, next, Sun Hao and Li Min’s understanding began to deviate, and the temperament charm was completely different.

Li Min said that she is arrogant and arrogant.

At this time, Sun Hao appears to be very ordinary and dull.

Sun Hao began to narrate from his own life, just like telling a story, let everyone slowly listen to it: "Sun Hao is a small family leaving home, going to the mountains to practice, is to be on the side of the mountain, climb the road to ask for immortality."

While slowly speaking, Sun Hao’s heart also recalled the scene since his practice.

Talking and speaking, in my mind, I kept playing back the road I had traveled.

When I first entered Xianmen, Sun Hao was a ignorant teenager.

In order to be safe in my hometown, I set foot on Xianlu, met with the old and the old, began to cultivate, and cultivated and formed into a wooden Dan.

That year, the fire frog swamp, for resources, Sun Hao killed the first living spirit; that year, the first time the hand stained the blood of the monk, killing the heart of the big suffering song friends.

At that time, the heart was relieved, but now it seems to have a faint embarrassment.

That year, I killed Yu Kunlong.

Nowadays, the sword book obtained by Yu Kunlong is still the focus of Sun Hao's cultivation.

I can recall that at that time, I thought of Yu Kun’s early death and thought of the jade of Jinghua City. Sun Hao’s heart had a slight sadness.

That year, he killed Bai Zhengdang, a small man who was a savior and good at smashing horses. I don’t know why, Sun Hao is still fresh in his memory.

That year, he killed the heroic Lei Zhong.

In that year, the success of the fame, the famous Jinghua, became the king of hunting;

That year, the secret world was called the king, and the refining was extremely bad;

That year, I was a teacher of Ziyan, and I was promoted to true biography;

Along the way, there are joys and smiles, but Sun Hao feels that he has slowly lost his self, lost his goal, cultivated for cultivation, and seeks for the sake of seeking truth.

In order to seek truth, after hardships and hardships, I have been searching hard and condensing the world.

In order to seek the way, he broke into the abyss of the fire; broke into the ghost city of the ghost city; climbed the mountain.

In order to seek for the Tao, killing countless ghosts; ruining the way of the thousands of magical elites, above the hands, bloodstained.

Xiao Shichuan, Shi Yong, Tian Hongjian, and Yang Zhangliang, who are now sighing for Sun Hao, Bai Zhenghuang laughed and laughed.

In order to seek for the Tao, the foundation was repaired and the Magic Road Jindan was killed.

On the occasion of the great success of Tianzhu, it finally suffered a crisis of life and death.

At that time, the master of Ziyan’s life was saved.

At that time, the square fire was persistent.

At that time, Wang Qiong, a different surname, was carefully cared for.

It is still vivid in the present.

Wang Cun, the ordinary Wang Cun, is now buried in the depths of memory.

But how many nights, when I woke up in my dreams, I still saw friends who had been together for a long time.

Ying Ling, who is very enthusiastic, and Wang Yuan, the brother of two brothers, and Zhang Wenmin, who are honest, one by one, have no time to say goodbye, it has already been a long time.

Not drunk next to the stone, enlighten the wall.

I lost my goal, I was afraid of my heart, and I was lost.

However, nowadays, after the confusion, in the heart of the five senses, in the warm memories, there are many flaws left behind, and the faint sorrow caused by it.

A touch of sadness.

Yes, a touch of sadness.

Sun Hao, sitting cross-legged, slowly opened the lecture, his body, unconsciously, and showed a faint sorrow.

Sadness to those past, sorrow for those who are buried in their own hands, sorrow for those who can not forget.

Did it, it passed.

Do not regret, time back, once again.

Sun Hao will still handle the same thing and do the same.

No regrets, but there is a slight sadness in my heart.

It’s not the kind of sadness that is so sad and sad, but the helplessness and faint sadness.

Slowly, Sun Hao said like a story, gently said: "The monk practiced, climbed all the way, ascended and looked far, the heights are not cold, looking back for a hundred years, the past is stunned, excited, passed; happy, the past The sorrow, the past; the rich, the past; the straits, the past...the time of the eagle, the long road above the fairy road, looking back, leaving a lot of sadness, faint, natural sorrow ""

In the voice of Sun Hao, all the monks evoke memories of the path of immortality.

A scene of the past, repeated playback in my mind.

In the voice of Sun Hao, the sadness is even worse: "In that year, I returned to Qingyun, Master was seriously injured; that year, I returned to Aoki, and the enlightenment was degraded; that year, I returned to my hometown, and I saw no parents, only tombs... ..."

Going back to the field, it seems to be filled with the sorrowful scent of the bones, and the young girls are full of tears.

After practicing for a hundred years, I will stay with one person.

The loved ones left, the friends left, and the enemy left.

Looking up and looking around, I am alone.

Even if it is a cultivation, even if it can fly.

But in that heart, how can there be no sadness.

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There are many sadness in my heart.

Sun Hao’s voice is always faint and slow, as if telling his own story.

Finally, Sun Hao said leisurely: "Sin, there is a taste, that is a touch of sadness."

The taste of the fairy, a touch of sadness.

Sun Hao’s voice echoed in the field for a long time.

Even if you go to the dust, it seems to be thoughtful.

The whole scene is shrouded in a faint and sad atmosphere. Most monks are still remembering the road they have traveled, recalling those things that are about to be forgotten, and have been buried in the depths of memory.

A faint sorrow, inevitably flooded my heart. (To be continued.)

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