The north wind is cool, the rain and snow are misty, the north wind is noisy, the rain and snow are dark.

Lonely high cliff, isolated from yin and yang.

Rattling, pouring in from the dense caverns, turning into a whimper;

Whistling in, patrolling the woods and shuttling, staying, mournful ghosts crying.

It is for the cliff, washing away the lead, facing the bleakness, and the empty sadness.

This sorrow is the kind of thing that hurts, and this cut is the pain of the skin.

For this reason alone, there is no trace of people in normal times, and even if it is absolutely over, it will subconsciously go around in a circle, unwilling to approach.

The pride of the immortal cultivators is torn to shreds here, no matter how amazing and brilliant they are, even if they have been dominant, they are no different from mortals who have never been in their eyes, dying with the grass and trees, struggling all their lives, and suddenly becoming vain.

If you are not on the road of cultivating immortals, on the way to immortality, you will never understand what kind of shock it is to face this cliff!

Cowardice, unwillingness, sinking, and rising up, in front of it, can only turn into a long sigh.

A faint sigh sounded, and Zhang Fan listened to the soft explosion in the wind.

The voice was so faint that it seemed as if the power of a lifetime had been exhausted, and even the last manifestation of existence was so powerless.

"Go all the way, Uncle Kang!"

It's been five years, and the blood elixir that he has worked so hard to get can only delay his life span by five years, and in the end, he still can't escape that day.

Fortunately, the hard work of a lifetime has not been in vain.

Zhang Fan clenched the things in his hand slightly, not knowing whether to rejoice or be sad for him.

"Farewell, Uncle Kang. Farewell, cliff. ”

"I, Zhang Fan, would rather be swords, blood spilled in the sky, and die in a fight, than I would never be buried here silently. ”

After a moment of silence, he turned around and left.

......

In the most prosperous area of Fang City, there is a pavilion that is the most conspicuous and mysterious for low-level monks.

-- Duobao Pavilion.

The name is vulgar, but the meaning of the representation is good.

Not only Qinzhou, but the entire immortal cultivation world, there are six major commercial houses, communication is there, and business is all over the world.

No matter what kind of treasure, what kind of treasure, there is everything, rich in the world. He also made friends and cultivated his children, became a force of his own, and did not let the major sects go.

Faxiang Zongfang City, on the boundary of Qinzhou, is also a rare gathering of monks, and it is very popular, and naturally there are six major commercial houses.

Duobao Pavilion is one of the earliest and largest in the city.

As usual, the spacious hall on the first floor of Duobao Pavilion was crowded with people, watching and discussing in front of various magic weapons, pills, and spirit runes, which was a lively scene.

The difference is that there are few people on the stairs leading to the second floor. Throughout the morning, there were only a few foundation-building seniors, standing out from the crowd under the gaze of everyone, raising their heads up and down.

The low-level monks on the first floor, while envious, could only base themselves on reality, carefully selecting among the ordinary goods in front of them, and did not dare to have extravagant hopes.

The real profit of Duobao Pavilion is naturally not these popular goods placed on the first floor, from magic weapons to magic weapons, there are many high-quality products, but the price is also surprisingly high, and it is definitely not something that ordinary monks can afford.

However, there are always exceptions to everything in the world.

No, a young monk wearing a golden robe, Shi Shiran walked in, and then looked left and right slightly, and did not stop, and went directly to the second floor.

"Master, how did he ......?"

He spoke as a young monk, his eyebrows were full of greenness, and he was no more than twenty years old.

When the words came out, there was doubt in his tone, and there was a little schadenfreude, but as soon as he was halfway through, he paused.

One is that he has just discovered that the cultivation of the person who came is far better than him, although it is far less pressing than the predecessors of the foundation building period who left before, but it is as deep as it is in the induction, and it even feels stronger than the master of the eleventh layer of cultivation in the qi refining period.

The second is the reaction of the shop guys, seeing people coming upstairs, the guys on the side not only did not stop them, but also nodded and said hello, while leading the way sideways, typical of meeting a high roller and a regular customer.

"This is Zhang Fan and Zhang Daoyou, a well-known young talent. ”

"It's him! I heard that ...... five years ago."

Before the young monk could wait for the master's response, the well-informed monk on the side began to play tricks.

Five years is not a long time for an immortal cultivator, and Zhang Fan's Xuanjin gown is so eye-catching, but in a moment, the old things from a few years ago were moved out one by one, and his ears were instantly filled.

"Hmph, what's it, it's just that I'm lucky to enter the big sect, if I ...... too" Like all young people, the young monk's heart was full of unconvinced, thinking only about how he was, but he didn't know that there were some things in the world that others could do but couldn't do themselves.

The sound of discussion behind him and the slander of a certain little monk in the dark naturally did not affect Zhang Fan's pace, and soon, he appeared on the second floor.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a fat figure stepped forward and said enthusiastically: "Welcome, welcome, Zhang Daoyou has not seen you for a long time." If it weren't for my brother's invitation, I really don't know how long you would have to retreat?"

"Xiang is polite. Zhang Fan smiled, walked side by side with him, and said as he walked: "The threshold of your Duobao Pavilion is too high, and the junior brother doesn't dare to come to the door!"

"Haha, Zhang Daoyou is joking with his brother again, our Taoist friends are commensurate, what is in charge and not in charge, never mention it again. As he spoke, he patted Zhang Fan's shoulder boldly, his movements were warm and kind, and it didn't look like he was going to do business, but like he was going to bow down.

This person's name is Xiang Ming, and it is here that he is in charge. Zhang Fan has dealt with him a few times, Xiang Ming is not difficult to get along with, he can get acquainted with people by saying a few words casually, and he can find out the bottom of his family with tea kung fu, if he stays with him for an hour, the Qiankun bag will have to be turned over, he is really a good hand.

Zhang Fan is naturally not his opponent, after being slaughtered several times, he also summed up his experience, just laughed and said nothing along the way, let him talk wildly, let's not take over, what can you do with me?

If this trick is used against others, it will have to be cold, but for Xiang Ming, it is completely trivial.

It is not embarrassing for a person to sing all the way in a one-man show, his mouth is like a river, a short journey, Zhang Fan didn't feel the passage of time at all, he only felt that he was in a trance, and he arrived at the place.

After all, Duobao Pavilion is Duobao Pavilion, and the semi-idle hall opened by his own house is completely two different concepts, just looking at the place where the two of them are at this time, it will suddenly open the grade.

As far as the eye can see, the left leans on the high mountain and the angry water, the flowing spring and the waterfall, such as the mountain after the rain; the right side of the sky and the ancient trees, a hundred flowers bloom, if the vast forest and sea; there are more than 1,000 green streams in front, the pond is planted with blue lotus in the back, the tender grass is fragrant under the feet, and the sky is clear above the head.

An ordinary building was actually created with the meaning of a forest spring, which made people immersed in the scene and their hearts were free.

It's not the first time I've come here, but every time I come, Zhang Fan can't help but admire it, and at the same time don't forget to slander it in his heart for being extravagant.

Such a scenery is naturally not generated out of thin air, but with several specially refined large-scale magic weapons, combined with the never-ending operation of the phantom array, and then through the cooperation and control of the instrument path and the array path master, it can have such an almost chaotic effect.

Are they of any use? defense, attack, of course. The only function is to make the visitors feel comfortable and feel more happy when they spend the spirit stones.

For this purpose, the spirit stones that maintain the magic circle every day alone are a huge number, enough to bankrupt the average monk.

In the middle of this forest and spring scene, a simple and natural stone table was placed, and he had just sat down with Xiang Mingfen, but what followed was a big battle that he didn't expect.