Time flew like water. Unknowingly, it had been two months since Yang Bufan left Lanruo Temple.
He had already stored the horse in his Portable Space. It was daytime, and Xiao Qian was hiding in his Portable Space. Yang Bufan spent most of his time walking on foot. Looking at the vast mountain range in front of him, he couldn't help but feel the purity of his soul.
As the sun set and the sunrise rose, Yang Bufan used his feet to travel across the land, feeling the hustle and bustle of this world. He reflected the mountains and rivers of this world into his heart, gradually settling down the excitement, instability, and confusion in his heart when he first entered this world.
Yang Bufan didn't care whether he was walking in a town or in the countryside. Although the world was dominated by demons and the world was in chaos, it didn't affect Yang Bufan too much. Now that he was bold, how could he care about those weak enemies?
Of course, Yang Bufan wouldn't deliberately become a saint or a saint, but he would deal with some bandits or demons and ghosts he encountered along the way. He also familiarized himself with the various Taoist skills and martial arts that Yan Chixia had taught him. Although he felt very uncomfortable when he first killed people, as the number of criminals he killed increased, his heart had long gotten used to this kind of thing.
Only after washing away all the prosperity can you see the truth!
His not-so-profound Taoist skills and martial arts skills had improved during this period of time. His current cultivation was no longer the same as when he left Lanruo Temple. Moreover, Yang Bufan's understanding of the Xuan Yuan Divine Sword had become even more profound. He didn't know where this sword came from or what material it was made of. It was extremely sharp and cold!
"In my previous life, there would be a Xuanyuan Divine Sword in all kinds of myths and legends. I just don't know if this sword in my hand is more powerful than those swords."
On a small path, Yang Bufan was walking slowly, playing with the Xuanyuan Divine Sword in his hand. Yang Bufan thought that his swordsmanship was already very profound. His sword control technique and sword control flying technique were even better than his master's. He believed that even Yan Chixia would shout,"I'm not as good as him!"”
"This is the world of A Chinese Ghost Story. I wonder what happened to Ning Caichen after my interference."
Yang Bufan's heart skipped a beat as he thought of the silly Ning Caichen. He wondered if Ning Caichen, who hadn't experienced the scene at Lanruo Temple, would be arrested and imprisoned later and see the famous scholar Zhuge Wolong.
Speaking of which, although Zhuge Wolong only appeared in the movie for a short time, he had left a deep impression on Yang Bufan. It was also because Zhuge Wolong's self-introduction to Ning Caichen was very interesting.
"I wrote a travel book about mountains and rivers, and the government said that I leaked state secrets.
I write about gods and monsters, and they say I'm superstitious.
I annotate the military book and say that I have evil intentions and want to rebel.
I wrote a biography of a famous person, but I didn't expect that this famous person would lose his power and cause me to be implicated in prison.
It seemed that I was destined to go to jail. Life was a prison.”
Although this introduction was very interesting, it also reflected that the world was too chaotic. Demons were in power, distorting black and white, and the people were in dire straits.
Shaking his head slightly, Yang Bufan didn't want to think too much about it. This wasn't what he should be concerned about. What he needed to do was to constantly improve his cultivation and lay a solid foundation for his future travel to other worlds.
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Under the starry sky, there were thick dark clouds floating. The small road in the wild was quiet. There were many abandoned relay stations scattered on both sides of the road. It looked dark and cold, and it seemed a little terrifying under the starry sky.
A sturdy white horse was walking at a moderate pace on the road. A white-robed young man was sitting on the horse. He had sharp eyebrows and a jade-like face. His robe fluttered in the wind, and he had a special temperament that left a deep impression on people at a glance.
In his arms was a beautiful woman. She was also dressed in white, like a fairy who had descended to the mortal world.
Kacha ~
rumble ~
A muffled thunder flashed across the sky, and at the same time, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.
"Xiao Qian, it looks like it's going to rain. Why don't you go back into the space first?"
"Little Qian wants to accompany Young Master."
"There's thunder and lightning outside, and it has a huge impact on ghosts. Your current cultivation is not high enough, and it's too dangerous in this weather. Be good, be obedient, and come out when the rain stops.”
"Alright,"
Xiao Qian murmured softly. She then kissed Yang Bufan gently and turned into a stream of light that entered Yang Bufan's Portable Space.
rumble ~
Kacha ~
rustle ~
The weather had changed too quickly. Just as Xiao Qian entered her Portable Space, it started raining heavily.
buzz ~
Yang Bufan's body emitted a weak light. It was the magic power he released that blocked the rain outside for him.
Go ~
He sped up and rode his horse forward. Although he had a large amount of vital qi in his body, he did not want to stay in the rain like this. Therefore, the most important thing was to find a place to stay.
Phew ~
An hour later, Yang Bufan arrived in front of a gloomy old house. He stopped his horse and squinted his eyes, staring at the old house.
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