Chapter 411

Holding a silk thread in his hand, Xu Xian has been a morning. His thoughts are messy in his mind and he can't start from beginning to end.

The old fisherman came up and said, "this net is also a heart cultivation. The slightest mistake in a thread may lead to the failure of the whole net. Your mind is too mixed."

Xu Xiansi cableway: "fisherman, the state of no distractions in my heart is too ethereal. I knock my heart and ask myself if I can't do it."

Old Yu smiled kindly and moved to the stool next to Xu Xian: "you just think too far. What is Tao and what is law? In fact, in the final analysis, it is just birth, old age and death. What you want to see is the present."

The old fisherman pointed to the tiger with a hammer in the yard and said, "although my grandson doesn't like fishing, he is very obsessed with striking iron. Moreover, this obsession is not to create any magic weapon, but simply feel that striking iron is fun."

"What about you? Why do you want to learn fishing from me?"

Old Yu's words make Xu Xian turn over rivers and seas in his heart. Is this looking for his original heart?

Looking at Huzi, this is the most innocent and pure moment in one's life. Like is like, don't like is don't like, happiness is his biggest pursuit.

To say what Xu Xian wants

Xu Xian's thoughts returned to the snowy mountains, flying snow, bloodthirsty wolves, crying babies

The old fisherman watched Xu Xian sit quietly with his eyes closed. He also stood up. Tiger son ran over curiously with a hammer.

"Why did brother Xu Xiange fall asleep again?"

"If you have nothing to do, go to Zhou's bookcase to learn a few words. You can't even write your name when you are so big." old Yu patted Huzi's head. This week's bookcase ancestor was a scholar. Although there is no fame and wealth to obtain here, it's always good to recognize more words.

Huzi shrunk his neck. Zhou xuecupboard became famous for its old-fashioned style. He said something he didn't understand every day. Several little friends around him were sent to read. None of them didn't get training. They were crowned with a name that can't be taught. They went home disheartened.

It's just that today's hammer practice has made progress. Huzi hurried to uncle Liu's blacksmith's shop.

The old fisherman looked at the tiger's fleeing figure and couldn't help smiling. He looked at Xu Xian and whispered, "things are not things, people are not people..."

After that, old Yu put on his coir raincoat and left.

Xu Xian sat in place and fell into a certain artistic conception. On the top of the snow mountain, the crying baby has always been Xu Xian's deepest heart knot.

Old Yu's words woke him up. Now, what he wants is not cultivation, magic weapon or magic method. It's better to say that all this is to have a look and see the lost memory that he was taken away by the master!

Xu Xian can't deduce, but he has the art of creation. Since this memory has been erased, he will create it himself. At this moment, Xu Xian's figure appears on the top of the snow mountain. In his hand is a bamboo pole with the word "Ginger" at the root. This thing can catch the cause and effect together with the art of creation!

When Xu Xian was fishing in the air, the surrounding space seemed to be pushed back a little bit. He retreated to the scene of several Tao boundless holding Xu Xian away, and then to the scene of several evil wolves being killed. Until the last moment, Xu Xian, who was still a baby, cried alone in the cold wind, only the cry and the roar of the cold wind

Xu Xian looked at herself as a baby. This absurd scene made Xu Xian's state of mind a little confused. Time seemed to be static. Finally, in a certain day, the sky with white snow became incomparably bleak.

It was a figure, white as snow. Her eyebrows were three or four times similar to Xu Xian. She held a baby in her arms. Her beautiful face was full of love, but more bitter and helpless.

"Xian'er, if only you didn't call xian'er..."

At the top of the snow mountain, Xu Xian's body shook and his tears fell instantly. He looked at the woman in white from a distance. The feeling of blood connection almost made Xu Xian rush out.

But he can't, because all this is the art of creation. Maybe the true and false are unknown, but at this moment, a terrible breath oppressed, and the snow of the whole snow mountain stopped falling at this moment.

A man in a green robe tore the space with one hand and his eyes were full of ruthless color: "white as jade, don't continue to be stubborn. His greatest blessing is that he can become the immortal making plan of our family!"

The woman held the baby tightly, but she sneered: "what's good about immortals? If there are any invincible immortals, how can the Tao be so rampant the next day? His name is Xu Xian. He is my fairy, not the fairy of the Bai family!"

In silence, the man stretched out his hand and covered it with a huge hand enough to pinch and explode the stars. There was also a water flow under the woman's feet. The towering waves beat away and even flooded the whole snow mountain.

The wave even obscured Xu Xian's sight, but when the wave fell, both women and men disappeared, and some were just a crying baby.

Xu Xian vomited a mouthful of stuffy blood. The fishing line in his hand had a tendency to collapse. Someone was stopping him. Even the woman's face began to blur gradually, as if to erase this memory.

In Xu Xian's knowledge of the sea, the chain that hasn't appeared for a long time now rings wildly, and the whole knowledge of the sea seems to crack.

"Niang..." Xu Xian's right eye ejected a black flame. The phoenix burning the black flame madly hit the chain in the sea. Each time he hit the black phoenix, it would be dim.

Xu Xian's eyes even left blood and tears, but he didn't care. Now he finally knows what he wants. He wants to know the truth and remember her face!

"Soul snatching cone!!" Xu Xian roared. He knew that the soul snatching cone in the sea released all its powers and hit it heavily. This time, the chain began to vibrate, and Xu Xian's head was almost in pain, but these could not stop him. The soul snatching cone kept hitting, and unexpectedly broke the chain.

"Broken!!!" Xu Xian's eyes, mouth and nose all shed blood. The soul grabbing cone almost died together and hit away.

Kaka, Kaka

The chain broke a little, and the soul grabbing cone also exploded. Xu Xian's body was bleeding from the seven orifices at the moment, and a big mouthful of blood was ejected.

Fisherman also returns from the lake at this moment. There is a little dragon in his fishing net!

Seeing Xu Xian's tragedy, old Yu sighed: "I knew your origin was extraordinary, but I didn't expect it to be so, poor, lamentable..."

The fisherman took out the little dragon from the fishing net. It was a real dragon. If it was placed outside, it would be more terrible than the Yellow Dragon of the Yellow Dragon immortal, but it was just an ordinary animal with greater strength here.

The old fisherman took out a dragon ball from Bruce Lee's body and put it on Xu Xian's head. In an instant, he melted it. He took out some real dragon's blood essence and left.

The dissipation of the soul grabbing cone represents the complete loss of Xu Xian's knowledge of the sea, but at this moment, a sudden huge force, a loud dragon cry, a little dragon appeared in Xu Xian's knowledge of the sea, echoed with the black phoenix, and directly tore the last link of the chain!

The memory paused at this moment. Xu Xian put away her fishing rod and fainted directly. Although the seven orifices exuded blood, Xu Xian at this moment was unprecedented satisfaction.

At the last glance, Xu Xian remembered the figure in white as snow.

My state of mind is no longer peeping into cause and effect!