Bodhi

Su Xuechan didn't know that he was in great trouble, and he and Wang Shu were still rustling the leaves of grass in the mountains and forests, wading towards the territory of the Fulong tribe, the moonlight poured down on the undulating mountains like mercury, and the The road was illuminated so finely that it could be seen more clearly than in daylight.Su Xuechan said: "It seems that there are no Dongyi soldiers guarding below, we can go on the road."

But Wang Shu lightly pressed his shoulder: "Wait, I feel something is wrong."

"What's wrong?" Su Xuechan turned her head to look at him, then concentrated her thoughts again, "That's right, the mountains and forests are always too quiet..."

And places that are too quiet often hide crises.

I don't know when, misty smog has risen in the mountains and forests, full of moonlight flowing all over the sky, rendering the earth empty and illusory, like a dream lamp knocked down by a drunken fairy in the sky.

Su Xuechan frowned, took a step forward, brushed aside the lush branches and leaves, turned around and said, "Wangshu, look at this..."

Before he finished speaking, the rest of the sentence was choked in his throat, turning into a panicked call.

"Wangshu?!"

I saw that there was nothing behind him, and there was no shadow of Wang Shu!

He hurried around a few times, wanting to shout, but he was afraid of attracting the attention of Dongyi people who were hiding somewhere. At this time, the lone moon like a silver mirror and jade plate was still hanging high in Taixu, but the person underneath but disappeared.

Where will Wang Shu go?It was impossible for him to abandon him and leave alone without saying a word, and he stared at the mist again, could it be that there are ghosts in the mist, making trouble in it?

He couldn't sit still and wait for death. Thinking of the purpose of his trip, Su Xuechan gritted his teeth, dressed in a thick white gauze, and rushed along the road to the territory of the Fulong tribe.

His figure is light and light, like a ghost that glides past in the mist and rain without even getting a drop of water, and his aura blends seamlessly with the surrounding majestic mountains and forests.Passing through many buildings, Su Xuechan finally saw a few Dongyi soldiers surrounding and patrolling in the vague mist in front of him, but he didn't stop in his footsteps, but swayed from them and rushed straight to the center of the enemy formation!

Those Dongyi soldiers were still ignorant, they only felt a breeze engulfing the fragrance of the grass and trees, and when they looked up, there was only a cloud of disturbed white mist swaying in the air.

Su Xuechan has already seen the outline of a small building in the thicker and thicker mist. At this moment, the copper bell under the eaves is shaking gently in the breeze, and the crisp impact sound is also changed in the dense water clouds of time and space. It became vague, with a gentle and dull meaning for no reason.He didn't want to startle the snake, but lay down on the roof opposite the small building, concentrating his spiritual power in his eyes, his pair of golden moves were like an old cat sneaking at night, staring at the bottom.

Here, he couldn't see the corpses of the Fuyao clan, nor could he see the dirty and messy scene of hell like at the Shusi clan. He had only glanced along the way just now, and he saw that the bluestone floor tiles under his feet were clean, with stains on them. With some green and fluffy moss marks, the Dongyi people in the past also spoke softly, trying their best to hide their vulgarity, and put on a ridiculous appearance that is close to knowing the book, even the small building in front of them—— —

He has gained a lot of knowledge in the prehistoric times thousands of years later. He has seen the exquisiteness and uniqueness of the treasure ships in the Heavenly Palace, and the splendor and beauty of the Po-Whirling Palace. Snow, sycamore trees and phoenix cries, even where Sanxian Qingxiu is located, it is a first-class cave, Penglai Langyuan.Therefore, he could see at a glance the clumsy use of force in this small building.

The mallard grows in mountains and forests, and he doesn't want to build a luxurious palace. Therefore, Su Xuechan can see from a high place that there are simple and lovely wooden houses with blue tiles and vines hanging all around, which is quite leisurely and interesting.Only the newly-built buildings facing him are full of rough imitations everywhere. The golden roof of Kunlun is magnificent, the jade eaves of Xianmen are winding and quiet, the carved beams of Yingzhou Meiyuan are lifelike, and the painted walls beside Tianchuan River Quaint and pure...all of these are very pleasing to the eye when taken apart, but if they are forcibly blended together, they will be extremely weird and vulgar.

It seems that the designer has no aesthetic pursuit, and when he sees something good, he tries to pile it up.However, a small building in the district can gather so many specialties of Xiangong Tianque, which is quite powerful...

Just as he was wondering who lived in it, he saw two maids in white skirts stepping out from under the swaying copper bell, holding a palace lantern painted in red with pasted gauze in their hands, and walked slowly to the front of the corridor——

Su Xuechan sprayed!

Isn't this a Dongyi woman?Why is she dressed like a woman from the fairy palace, with her hair tied and her head full of Zhu Cui hairpin rings? !

In all fairness, because of their blood, the Dongyi people are all tall and dark-skinned people. No matter men or women, they all have wild and ferocious patterns tattooed on their naked skin. Wearing animal skins, tiger bones and wolf teeth, they are cruel The bloodthirsty wildness is naturally coming, and now these few...

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he heard the Dongyi maid below pinch her throat and said in a high-pitched voice: "Master's soup is here!"

...it's horrible.

However, as soon as they said "Master", Su Xuechan immediately pricked up his ears, paying attention to every move below. He had a hunch that this so-called master might be one of the key people.

"...Bring it in."

A voice came from inside the door. After being filtered by the wood carvings and gauze curtains, it was heavy and distorted, but it made Su Xuechan's pupils shrink, as if struck by a thunderbolt from the blue sky!

He will never forget the voice!The chief culprit who planned for thousands of years to kill the demon clan, murdered Su Li, and caused the fall of Liu Zhaojun's sword——

Seal the Northern Hunter!He is actually here, and he is stationed under their noses in a majestic manner!

Where is the rain master? Where is the rain master? !

His eyes were glaring with blood, and his veined palms sank inch by inch into the supported glazed tiles, making small and continuous cracking sounds. This person who caused the death of tens of thousands of people just because of a thought of love and hatred, bears the burden of his entire life. The bloody and vengeful executioner of the prehistoric world, how dare he...

At this moment, seeing two maids pulling up the gauze curtain, and one maid was about to bring a steaming soup cup into the room, Su Xuechan suddenly had a flash of light in his mind, he had the blood of a dragon in his body, and naturally he also had Li Yuan's ability to control water Although his ability is not as terrifying as his, it is more than enough to deal with a few Dongyi maids.With a flash in his eyes, the birds on the plum tree in front of the porch were immediately attacked by the rain and dew, and they screamed in surprise, and flew out the water droplets full of wings, like a flying hidden weapon, a few drops Immediately, it splashed into the eyes of the medicine maid.

"Aiyo!" The maid subconsciously said, "Damn it..."

Halfway through the swearing words, I remembered the master's taboo, so I had to swallow my anger and suppress it.

"What's the matter?" Someone came out from the room immediately, she was still a maid in a white dress, but her figure was thinner, presumably because of this, she was able to serve near Feng Beilie, "What happened? "

The servant girl outside said: "It's nothing, it's just an animal... just a bird, it just splashed water on my face."

The maid in the room said impatiently: "Okay, I can't do this little thing well, and I haven't delivered the things yet!"

Seeing the soup with ingredients being brought into the room smoothly, Su Xuechan's eyes also darkened. He silently lay down on the roof, merging his body with the mist and moonlight, waiting to see Feng Bei Whether hunting will drink it or not.

He poured all the soul-losing flower water he had just obtained from the Shusi clan into the soup, but he also knew in his heart that this little material was far from enough for Feng Beilie, and his actions were also driven by extreme anger The product does not seek results, but only to let out a small sigh of relief and vent anger.

He lay on the bricks and tiles, the cool mist in the sky was like flowing thin water, covering his hot skin one after another, like splashing cold water, which calmed Su Xuechan's mood a little.

The lights in the small building were extinguished, and Feng Beilie seemed very unaccustomed to people staying beside his couch for a long time. After a while, he saw the servants in the building coming out one after another, being led by the leading maid. Where did you go.

He straightened his waist slightly on the roof ridge, and the tile under his palm made a very slight "click" sound. He hesitated for a moment, but he still wanted to go to the small building to find out.

... After all, he is not going to die now, even if Feng Beilie wanted to attack him, Emperor Wa would definitely not stand idly by.

Thinking of this level, under the melting moonlight, a tiny shadow of a leaf flew across the sky immediately, was blown by the night wind, swirled, and floated towards the gap of the door.

The interior decoration of the small building is light in color, exuding a sense of tranquility. However, Su Xuechan has no intention of admiring everything around him now. He is standing beside Feng Beilie's couch, condescendingly looking down at this prehistoric place. Feng Bo, who has a long reputation and is full of evil.

At this time, Feng Beilie was lying on the couch unconsciously, breathing long and calmly, obviously falling into a deep sleep, not aware of anyone coming, and even starting to make Su Xuechan wonder whether all this It's still his disguise.

Can a mere bottle of Lost Soul flower water make him lose his sanity, let go of all vigilance and vigilance, and sleep so peacefully?

Su Xuechan looked at his face, he had never looked at Feng Beilie so closely, so seriously.Thousands of years later, this person is used to wearing a green robe. When the wind blows from the end of the grass to the grass, he always wears a green robe, and even this harmless and gentle color is tainted with ominous meaning.But in fact, his appearance can be called "clear and handsome".

Su Xuechan stared at him in a daze, and the palm of his hand could not help but condense a persuasive aura.

Just a knife.

With one knife, he can do it, he can determine his crimes, he knows all the crimes and stigma they will commit, and with one knife, most of the catastrophe that Hong Huang is about to face will collapse...

But his life was protected by Emperor Wa and Heavenly Dao, and Feng Bei Lie's life was not protected by the established future?

He raised and lowered his hand, he was unwilling to let it go, he hesitated to the extreme for a moment, but at this moment, Feng Beilie, who should have been asleep, said suddenly: "Is that enough?"

He is awake!

Su Xuechan stood upside down with cold hair all over his body, from his spine to his throat, every inch of muscle was convulsing rapidly, and cold sweat poured out in an uproar, wetting the clothes on his back. In the midst of this lightning, he knew clearly that he could not Hesitation, hesitation means the loss of this one-ten-thousandth opportunity, and losing the opportunity means defeat that is more terrible than death!

The aura was like a crescent moon coming out of splashed ink, and it slashed at Feng Beilie's head!

——However, his attack was immediately blocked.

As if trapped in a piece of soft pine gum, Su Xuechan could only feel his spiritual power being absorbed and sinking, as if an entrance to a different world suddenly opened in front of him, and he could clearly see, seal Bei Lie's pupils were not opened, but his brows could not help emitting scattered light spots, which spun and enlarged like a black hole, and a severe dizziness engulfed him like sea water, annihilating him in an instant Consciousness, paralyzed his senses.

He suddenly fell forward and saw a sea of ​​burning red.

He is like standing on a small boat, swaying with the waves, sailing to the solid island of memory.

... For the first time, he entered the illusion with the help of Zhulong. The second time, he saw the memory of "Bodhi" under Feng Beilie's design. Counting this time, it was already the third time he saw The truth of the past in the dream.

Only this time, what he fell into was Feng Beilie's dream.

Why, is it because of the effect of the Lost Soul Flower?

He looked at the surrounding scenery with a complex expression, and he didn't know where it was. The maple forests all over the mountains were as red as blood, and their luxuriance was like the tide growing on the earth.They are surrounded and piled up, like the bright lipstick of a noble lady splashing by the mirror, the gorgeous brocade clouds when the setting sun is about to fall, Su Xuechan pushed aside a few maple leaves that fell to the ground with the wind, and walked deep.

He heard voices not far away.

Standing on the top of the red hill and looking down, he saw a dilapidated small village, which was cramped on the lowland, with the blood maple raining like rain, giving it a withered beauty.

Someone below is talking.

Su Xuechan didn't know where this was, he only knew that if this scene appeared in Feng Beilie's memory, it must be a place that left a deep impression on him.

He walked down the mountain path, and the clothes of the people passing by were shabby, and the animal skins were rare and extravagant decorations. However, Su Xuechan couldn't see their faces clearly, they were all blurred as if they were covered in a cloud. clear.

In the innermost adobe hut, a half-grown child is holding a lotus leaf and feeding the drops of water to the old man.

He was really a very old man, even his silvery hair was so slender and fragile that it looked like a sparse spider silk that would break if the wind blows, revealing the wrinkled walnut-like scalp underneath. His eyes were cloudy, his teeth had fallen out, and his mouth Saliva dripped slowly from the corner of his mouth that could not be closed, and the young man carefully wiped it off with a sackcloth.

He was talking to the young man one after another, his voice was so weak and hoarse that it was like talking in sleep, but the young man still listened very seriously, nodding or shaking his head from time to time.

Su Xuechan already had a hunch in his heart that this might be Feng Beilie when he was a child.

Or, his current name is not Feng Beilie?

The old man slowly called out: "Fengwa..."

The boy hurriedly said: "Grandpa, Fengwa is here."

Su Xuechan had a strange expression on his face. He could tell that the two people in front of him spoke extremely ancient dialects, not even Dongyi dialect. He reckoned that it should be the language of the legendary Jiuli tribe, but he could see no barriers between them. I have to understand, but I don't know why.

The old man continued: "That day... people in the clan... people in the clan..."

He is already very old, so old that he can forget what he said next. After finishing a sentence, he just repeated the previous sentence back and forth in vain, and he didn't know where his thoughts were distracted. The young man immediately said patiently: "The people in the clan chose me. go outside."

"Yes, yes..." The old man nodded repeatedly, "People in the clan... chose you to practice Taoism... think about it, think about it..."

The young man put the lotus leaf in his hand aside, frowned and said, "Grandpa, Fengwa won't go."

The old man suddenly coughed violently, and the terrified young man hurriedly stood up, fanning the wind, and propping up the dilapidated wadding pillow behind him, as if he had been angered by the young man's words, and the old man's eyes were cloudy too. In the condensed light, he could vaguely see his youthful look, and his body under the quilt trembled heavily: "Nonsense! You are so old, you don't know how to seize the opportunity!"

The young man said anxiously: "Grandpa, don't get excited, just speak slowly, there is no rush!"

The old man was out of breath, and his head was full of silver threads: "The rich prey didn't just run into the lion's mouth, and the eagle soaring in the sky didn't live on a tree that could grow fat! That's great!" Chance, you...you..."

"I can't let go of Grandpa!" The young man also became ruthless, "Even if I have to leave, I will take you with me! Besides, what's so good about cultivating Taoism? Our Jiuli is not made of copper and iron, so we are not afraid..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man tried his best to stretch out his arm, and gave him a gentle beating on his knee.

The boy stopped talking. He understood that this was the best he could do for the old man, and he was already very angry.

The old man tried his best, took a few breaths, looked out the window and said, "Feng baby, look at the sky."

The young man leaned his head over as he said, looking at the clear blue sky.

"Pretty?"

The boy nodded involuntarily: "Beautiful."

"Want to go?"

There was a bit of strange trance and yearning in the boy's eyes, he didn't speak, just hesitated and nodded.

The old man coughed a few times, and sighed in a low voice: "Feng baby, you...you should belong there, why don't you go back to your real home..."