I will update today because of the word limit on the list. If the number of words is less than 200,000 words within 30 days, I will make up for it. Then I will make it to the list tomorrow, and I will book the tickets first.

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On the day of the Evil Day, the snow-covered mountain once again ushered in heavy snow.

After the Evil Festival, the beginning of spring will be. Although the weather will not be too warm, if you see the snow again, it should be the end of the year when winter begins.

Lin Fan, whose eyes were already bright, stood in the yard after waking up, watching the heavy snowfall in the sky, thinking that the snow was so white, he looked like a fool.

This is not a fault for Lin Fan. He suffered from eye diseases since childhood and did not see anything clearly when he was a child. Later, he was blinded for several years. When he saw the light again, his life was in danger, and he had no time to take a good look at the world.

Therefore, it was not ridiculous that Xue Zhenbai's thoughts appeared in Lin Fan's mind, but they were a little pitiful.

Ye Ningshuang also got up very early today. When she pushed the door, she saw Lin Fan standing in the wind and snow. She couldn't help but feel sad. She hesitated for a long time and finally didn't say it, and stood silently beside Lin Fan.

Lin Fan turned his head, grinned and smiled at her, and said, "For the first time I think snow is so beautiful."

Ye Ningshuang also raised her eyes and looked at the sky, remembered yesterday's fireworks, and inexplicably said: "Can you come back at this time next year?"

Lin Fan frowned.

Yesterday, Ye Ningshuang said, "Go to the outer door." But he was treated as a warning by his ears at that time.

I mentioned it again today, but it was a question, asking whether Lin Fan could enter the inner door from the outer door by the end of next year.

Lin Fan took a deep breath of cold air and said surely: "It will definitely be!"

Ye Ningshuang smiled slightly, then stretched out her hand and pointed to the huge crack in the vague sky in the wind and snow, and said, "I promised to go together, don't forget."

Lin Fan was stunned and thought that it was indeed not that the whole family didn't enter the family. He just used this method to cheer the fat man up a few days ago. Ye Ningshuang did the same today, with a very tacit understanding.

However, he seemed to point the wrong direction that day, and the direction Ye Ningshuang pointed out today was the correct one.

So he narrowed his eyes that had just returned to the bright future, looked at Tianyan carefully, thinking that he must work hard.

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The Demonic Elimination is no different for Lin Fan and Ye Ningshuang.

After breakfast, Ye Ningshuang started practicing in a storm, but the location became home.

Lin Fan wanted to restore his eyes better, and he still had a black cloth on his eyes, sat on the stone steps in front of the hut, spreading his palms out.

Lin Fan's hands are not big or slender, because he has been doing rough work all year round and even very rough.

But at this time, some magical changes occurred in his palms, and wisps of cold air spread. Lin Fan, who was hanging his head, felt his lungs cold in just one breath.

This is the ice magic power, but it is still weak now.

Soon, Lin Fan's palm returned to normal, and his brows were frowning under the black cloth, and he fell into deep thoughts when he thought about the "Spiritual Roots".

"Theory of Spiritual Roots" is a picture album, which records more than 30 patterns in total, including various lines that change unpredictably and are extremely complex.

All Lin Fan could remember was the first ten patterns, the third of which was the circuit diagram that helped him melt the fragments of the God of Changes.

But just the third one in the sorting can already change the spiritual root attributes through specific conditions. So what are the more complex patterns recorded after this?

Lin Fan began to recall his process of enlightening the gods. Before he knew it, he felt that the "Spiritual Roots" was too terrifying.

So he simply stood up and walked towards Wanshuge. He wanted to read the "Spiritual Organism" before going to the outer door.

Meng Xue in front of Wanshu Pavilion. Lin Fan wanted to see what Wanshu Pavilion looked like, so he took off his blindfold. But after his footsteps stepped on the steps, he still unconsciously checked: "One, two, three, four..."

This is a habit that Lin Fan developed over the years. There are 108 steps in front of the Wanshu Pavilion. Every time he comes to Wanshu Pavilion to clean, he always counts and enters Wanshu Pavilion. Even though his eyes are brighter today, his habits are difficult to change.

As he entered Wanshu Pavilion, Sun Degan was in a small state of rest. His posture was not as good as an elder of the Xuemen, and even saliva flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Lin Fan knew that Sun Degan didn't like to disturb him when he was young, so he took a light step and went straight to the nine floors.

Today, there is no one in Wanshu Pavilion.

Lin Fan walked in it, as if he was a different life.

He cleaned in Wanshu Pavilion for several years and was very familiar with the things in Wanshu Pavilion. Today, when he looked at it with his eyes, a feeling of being both strange and familiar emerged in his heart.

It turns out that the texture of the bookshelf is dark red.

It turns out that the potted plants in the corner can be so lush in winter.

It turned out that everything was better than he thought. It turned out that Wanshuge looked like this.

Lin Fan's eyes were filled with excitement. He wanted to touch and touch wherever he passed, and then the familiar touch was transmitted to his heart. The pictures in front of him overlapped with this sense of familiarity, which was really indescribable.

In this way, Lin Fan took half an hour to climb to the ninth floor of the library and came to the book he was most familiar with.

Because I often look back at the "Spiritual Roots Theory", the "Spiritual Roots Theory" does not feel that Lin Fan is both familiar and unfamiliar.

He kept his calm expression and opened the Spiritual Genome Theory, took out the paper and pen hidden in the bookshelf, and began his purpose of coming here today and copying it.

Copying is naturally to remember all the patterns, but the patterns in the Spiritual Root Theory are becoming more and more complicated in sequence, and Lin Fan’s copying is becoming more and more difficult.

When it came to the eleventh picture, Lin Fan was extremely difficult to write, and a blood sensation appeared in his body.

Lin Fan quickly stopped writing and everything returned to normal. Only then did he realize that the vital energy in his body was consumed when copying it. He couldn't help but wonder if it was because the vital energy level was not enough?

Thinking of this, Lin Fan started writing again, and an extremely uncomfortable feeling appeared again. Lin Fan stopped writing, let out a long sigh, and shook his head helplessly. It seemed that there would be no gains today.

Shaking his slightly sore shoulders, he glanced at the hollowed-out tower, and then he realized that the snow had stopped. Thinking about the day when we get rid of the witchcraft, we would make a sumptuous dinner at night. Lin Fan threw the copied paper into the brazier, put the wallpaper, and walked down the nine-story book pavilion.

On the first floor, Sun Degan, who was lying on the table, had already woken up. Seeing Lin Fan smiled slightly, he didn't care at all about Lin Fan's eyes coming back to the ninth floor to read the book.

Lin Fan then remembered that he seemed unable to go in and out of Wanshu Pavilion at will after the revival of Ming Dynasty. Just as he was a little embarrassed, Sun Degan saw Lin Fan's thoughts and said, "It's okay."

Lin Fan didn't know that Sun Degan had already regarded him as his disciple in his heart, so he hurriedly said, "Elder, I..."

Sun Degan waved his hand and said, "I want to take you to see a stone."

Lin Fan was inexplicably not sure where Sun Degan wanted to take him to, and he had to go home to cook.

Sun Degan, who could see Lin Fan's cowardly, smiled helplessly and said, "It won't take long, let's go." After saying that, he walked out of Wanshu Pavilion with great strides.

Lin Fan followed his pace. At this time, the snow was resting outside the Wanshu Pavilion, the wind was blowing, and silver was blowing, filling the sky with a swell of silver.

The old and the young walked down the 108 steps and walked into the path next to Wanshu Pavilion and stopped at the corner. At this time, their hair and clothes were covered with snowflakes, but the inconspicuous bluestone in front of them was even more embarrassed.

The bluestone is huge, taller than Lin Fan's two heads, brown, standing in the wind and snow, and the outlines above the body have long been filled.

Lin Fan looked at it and felt inexplicably that this bluestone looked like an old man's face, and the wrinkles were the irregular cracks. These cracks were like wrinkles, which wrote endless vicissitudes.

In an instant, he seemed to feel a magic power, and he unconsciously took two steps forward, putting his rough little hand on the bluestone.

Almost subconsciously, Lin Fan had the idea of ​​looking at it, so Qingshi's past began to trace back in front of him.

Sun Degan looked at the thin Lin Fan standing next to the bluestone without making a sound. He raised the corner of his mouth, then turned around and walked away.

Lin Fan did not hear the sound of footsteps, and an unimaginable picture appeared in front of him.

In the picture, there is a vermilion wall, which is extremely high. If you stand below it, you will be able to cover the clouds and the sun. As a sense of majesty comes to you, the rain in the sky will drop sharply.

The rain wet the red walls and the stone slabs.

On top of the marble-cast stone slab, two people stood, one was tall and burly, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and the other was old, wearing blue clothes and smiling.

The bluestone stood beside the middle-aged man at this time, and it was extremely abrupt under this empty scene.

When Lin Fan was puzzled, he saw the middle-aged man stretching out a huge hand. This hand was not only huge, the skin was like metal, with rough texture but extremely hard.

And when this hand grabbed the bluestone, the wind and rain seemed to pause in an instant.

A majestic aura that no one can take for granted erupted throughout the prime man.

Lin Fan only felt his scalp numb, and the more terrifying thing had just begun.

The middle-aged man easily swung the huge bluestone. It turned out that the bluestone appeared here was not abrupt, because bluestone was the weapon of the middle-aged man!

The violent sound of breaking the wind sounded like thunder on the flat ground, while the bluestone was even more amazing. The continuous streams of water turned into water mist in an instant. The old man in green danced wildly, as if he was about to be photographed as minced meat in the sky in the next moment.

At this time, the old man in green with a frozen smile set out his sword.

His sword is very thin, and it looks like a hairpin compared to bluestone, and it seems impossible to shake bluestone.

But it was this hairpin that took away all the brilliance of the world when the old man in green took action!

The red wall was instantly dim and light, the drizzle seemed to disappear into this cloudy sky, the stone slabs seemed to turn into nothingness, everything was faded by the brilliance of this sword.

And when this sword hits the bluestone, everything returns to peace!

The rain seemed to have the right to land, wet the bluestone and the strong face of the burly man. The burly man did not look incredible, but frowned his thick eyebrows and then put down the bluestone.

The bluestone made an extremely unpleasant sound, as if it had suddenly passed the century-long wind and frost, and the color turned brown, and several huge scars appeared on the surface.

And all this was not over. The burly man knelt on one knee, with royal blue blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, smashing the marble-paved stone slab. Then he did not speak, did not raise his eyes, and had no life.

The old man in green put away his sword, then gently raised his fingers, and the bluestone flew up and floated behind him. In the wind and rain, he seemed to have become an ordinary old man, hunched over but walked towards the palace behind the red wall with big strides, as plain as if nothing had happened just now.

Lin Fan was already extremely stunned at this time, and his thinking paused and naturally returned to reality.

He subconsciously looked around and found that there was no one. Then he turned around and saw Sun Degan, who was hunched over in the wind and snow, like an ordinary old man. He walked forward with great strides, as if he had not brought Lin Fan to the bluestone at all.
Chapter completed!