Time passes, like a flash of time, fifteen years have passed.

Ling Hao has become much older, has a haggard face, and has a little more silver thread on his head.

During the period when Ling Hao's wife passed away, Ling Hao was confused and didn't know what to do. Even the thought of taking care of Ling Long was almost gone. After so many years, Ling Hao gradually felt relieved and put his thoughts completely on Ling Long.

"Dad! What's wrong with these camellias? They're almost withering. I obviously watered them yesterday."

In the camellia field, a fifteen-year-old boy looked at the middle-aged man beside him with tender eyes and asked in confusion. The boy was Ling Long. From the time he came to this world, until he was six years old, he learned to grow camellia with his father.

"Talk, you can't water these camellias too much, just a little bit, and the sun was so strong yesterday, and at night, the cold wind was strong, so you must have no sun protection!"

Ling Hao looked at Ling Long in a calm tone and said in a steady tone that he could see the method of planting camellia at a glance, but Ling Long did not learn so much.

"I know, dad"

Ling Long nodded heavily and began to do the same thing every day again, clearing some weeds among the camellias and fertilizing them to make the camellias more vigorous and bright.

It has been fifteen years since he came to this world. This continent has transcended his cognition and came to this world with him. The white phoenix egg that has not been hatched has been placed in his yard without any movement.

No one knew that Ling Long had another special feature, which was his right eye. His right eye could see things that others could not see. As for what he could see, he didn't know.

Sometimes he can see the spirit emitted by a person, and sometimes he can see the other person's memories. As long as the other person looks at him, the other person's memories will appear in his mind and feel the other person's inner changes. He has never mentioned these to others, and he has never said them even his father Ling Hao.

Ling Long was very curious about what was going on with his eyes, why did he see those things, and whether he had physical problems. After thinking about it, he couldn't figure out what was going on.

After he had removed the weeds in the camellia field, Ling Hao also went back, and he ran to the back of the village alone on a high slope.

"Since I came to this world, I have not practiced my martial arts, and I don't know if this world can practice my martial arts."

Ling Long sat cross-legged on the high slope, looking at the dazzling sunshine in the sky, thinking in his heart that he was a master of swordsmanship in his previous life and had practiced a lot of internal skills. I don’t know if he can practice it in this world.

Then, Ling Hao closed his eyes and silently recited the secrets of the inner skills and Han Yushou in his previous life.

His hands, as if they were boneless, were changing back and forth in front of his chest. The distance between his fingers was very close, moving up and down and left and right, and the amplitude of his movements was very subtle.

At first, the speed was not fast and it was easy to see clearly, but as time went by, he became faster and faster. Although he was getting faster and faster, his breathing rhythm failed to keep up with the movements of his fingers, and the fingers would always touch each other.

Ling Long repeatedly adjusted his mentality and relaxed his hands. He still touched his fingers slightly, but there was no reaction in his dantian. As he repeated it many times, the movements between his fingers became smooth.

But there has always been a problem, which is his dantian. Like in his previous life, he held his breath and concentrated his mind, and his qi sinks into the dantian, so that his internal force can wander in the meridians, but in the dantian, he cannot condense internal force.

Han Yu Hand tempers the coordination between fingers, allowing the instant infusion of internal strength of Han Ice to improve the flexibility and defense of the fingers, and can also be transformed into an attack skill.

Ling Long was not that stubborn. Seeing that Han Yu's hands could not condense their internal strength, he opened his eyes and stood up, and picked up a wooden branch that was neither long nor short, not far away.

At this moment, he stood up straight and raised his hand holding the wooden branch. After a while of silence, his body moved. The wooden branch followed his hand and kept dancing.

Although his small body, dancing on the wooden branches, seemed a little funny and his movements were a little stiff, his movements were not weak.

His movements were messy, but there was some layout. If you look closely, there was a hint of literary and ink. The sword moves were unpredictable, but it was rare. Not many people could use the sword moves to express the literary and ink meaning.

What he danced was the sword moves that emerged in his mind. These sword moves were the ones he remembered the most, and they were only selected from the many sword scores he practiced. He did not deliberately practice the entire sword score and did it casually.

The sky gradually dimmed, and the dazzling sun became dim. Ling Long did not stop for much, and hurried down the high slope and ran back towards his own home.

At this moment, Ling Hao didn't know where Ling Long had gone. Every time Ling Long went out, he would play in the village, and he was not worried about what would happen to Ling Long.

"Dad, I'm back." When Ling Hao finished the table of dishes, Ling Long's voice sounded outside the door, and he jumped into the room.

"Let's have a meal!"

Hearing his son's words, Ling Hao just said lightly and ate it first, but Ling Long didn't say anything. He walked to the table and sat down quietly, looked at his father, and then followed him to have a meal.

After the father and the other two finished their meal, Ling Hao returned to the room and looked at his wife's portrait in sorrow. For the past fifteen years, he has been like this every day and night. As for Ling Long, his father ignored him, he sat in the yard every day, watching the white phoenix egg that turned into a round stone.

It has been fifteen years since Bai Fengdan came here with him, but he had no reaction at all. He lay quietly in the courtyard every day. After experiencing the wind and rain for fifteen years, when Ling Long was bored, he would always sit in front of Bai Fengdan, talking alone, and no one responded to him. Bai Fengdan had listened to it for so many years.

"Xiaobai, what do you think of this world? What do you admire here? Apart from this camellia village, I haven't gone out to see the outside world. I really want to go out to see it."

Ling Long said to Bai Fengdan while looking at the dim sky. His eyes were filled with infinite desire, eager to go outside the Camellia Village.

Kunlun.

There are majestic pavilions, and snowflakes all over the sky dye the sky and the earth white, making the sky and the earth all the same.

"Senior Brother Yuanzun, in a year, it will be a ten-year meeting for Kunlun to recruit disciples to recruit talented disciples from the mortal world. Do you have any ideas?"

There were two people standing in the main hall at the top of Kunlun Mountain, and these two people were two people standing in the same place fifteen years ago, watching the meteor falling from the sky.

"Brother Fanzun, next year's apprenticeship meeting will be the same as in the past! It will be hosted by you. I believe you can add fresh blood to Kunlun."

When Yuan Zun returned to Fan Zun, the past years of the disciple recruitment meeting were all presided over by Fan Zun, and he was not very interested in the disciple recruitment meeting. Although he was the Lord of Kunlun, he was devoted to practicing and did not want to participate in other matters.

"Hey~! I'll know as soon as I guess, you will say that. You are also the leader of the sect, and you should also be more concerned about your disciples."

Fan Zun shook his head and said helplessly that every disciple-taking conference is like this. Yuan Zun, as the Lord of Kunlun, did not care at all, as if these things had nothing to do with him.

"Okay, Senior Brother Fanzun, I will definitely take good care of myself and set a good example for my disciples."

Yuan Zun looked at Fan Zun with a smile on his face, and said content to him, but Fan Zun heard these words countless times. Then, Yuan Zun turned around and left, but before he walked far, Fan Zun's voice sounded in his ears. "By the way, the sixth day of next month is the day when your head of the sect will experience disasters every year, don't forget it."

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