Heaven is fearless

The next day, the shadow of the ghost king was no longer in the dangerous building, and Yuan Hua was also missing. Tian Heng guessed that he should have known that the dangerous building was going to Kunlun Mountain, and consciously avoided suspicion.Xu Shixi, who was left behind, took Busheng to wander around the dilapidated building regularly every day. Within a few days, the gentle and lovely Busheng became the new favorite of the Wu people, and even Xu Shixi, who was temporarily living in the dilapidated building, also received good treatment. .

However, Busheng still visibly weakened to the naked eye.

Xi Yi walked in a hurry, and his temperament was carefree and lazy. He didn't feel that parting was a big deal at all, and not being born in his heart was just a well-behaved baby who had been raised for a few days. It would be better to hand it over, so he didn't carelessly tell the child that he was leaving and didn't intend to take Busheng with him until before he left, and Busheng was confused at that time.

"You are born with a Buddha bone and a Buddha heart. You can't go anywhere except to practice Buddhism. Those old bald donkeys must like you to death. We will be enemies when we meet next time. I will not show mercy to you."

The ghost king bent his waist slightly, the sunlight that fell from the dangerous building passed through layers of mirrors, and sprinkled a thin layer of molten gold on the ground, his untidy long hair covered his obliquely flying eyebrows and red blood dripping eyes His lips also blocked half of his delicate, meticulously drawn side face.

Busheng stared at him blankly, but Mr. Xiyi said nothing, straightened up, waved his hands lazily, and bid farewell to Xu Shixi who was beside him: "Brother, I'm leaving, this child is given to you, I hope you can see it again in the future." See you later."

The son of the aristocratic family who also wore a wide-sleeved robe had a gentle smile, looked at his younger brother with the same tolerance as usual, and said mockingly: "I will try my best to live longer."

When Liucheng was destroyed, his lifespan was only 40 to [-] years. In the world of comprehension, where centuries are the cornerstone, his death seemed as close as tomorrow.

Saying that we can meet again is just his self-deception, maybe this time is their real forever farewell.

They were all very clear about this fact, but none of them showed any excessive reluctance, all the nostalgia was just right, gentle and reserved, Xu Shixi didn't even propose to contact Xi Yiduo in the future.

Xi Yi was noncommittal about his answer, and with his hands behind his back, he sank into the vast world outside the gate of the dangerous building. When his back disappeared, Busheng started to cry with his shoulders twitching.

Unlike other children who open their mouths and wail loudly, Busheng cries like a newborn kitten who can't make a sound, with his mouth tightly closed, his head lowered, and tears pattering down drop, but there is no sound at all.

Xu Shixi raised an eyebrow slightly, and didn't do anything to comfort him, but just handed a brocade handkerchief to Busheng, and Busheng took the handkerchief and held it tightly in his hand, still not saying a word.

"I thought you were sensible." The second son of Shanyin said with emotion in his voice.

Busheng sobbed for a while, hiccupped a little, and muttered, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty doesn't want to take me with you, I, I don't want to trouble him..."

Xu Shixi let out a muffled laugh in his throat, and sighed softly: "Ji An really has the kind of temperament that loves life and hates life, and desires death. If you annoy him, he will really make a plan to never see you again." thing."

He muttered unambiguously, stood there for a while and dropped Jin Doudou, slowly raised his head, and obediently wiped away his tears, his big eyes were still flushed with moisture, very pitiful and lovely, but he never He never mentioned anything related to the ghost king, as if he had forgotten about this person, but became more and more taciturn.

After the ghostly visitor left the dangerous building, the shaman ordered people to put away several auxiliary buildings, which were connected outside the main building by huge swinging arms. Outside the main building, a tall building covering the sky and the sun was turned into something like a mobile offensive fortress.

The top of the dilapidated building is surrounded by layers and sinks, and the wide base surrounds it and protects it well. A thin and tall tower becomes a fat tower, and the height is also cut off by a small half. It was so unrecognizable before, and it became more suitable for moving.

"Remove the flaps! Lift up the base! Install the spirit stones!" The old craftsman leaned on his crutches and ordered to the young men who were working, his face full of creases full of air and pride, "This dangerous building is for our Wu clan!" The signboard——I say An Lingshi! If Lingshi is uneasy, why do you turn on the brakes! You bastard, you don’t understand balls! Chew with me! I’ll kill you son of a bitch with a crutch!"

He jumped up vigorously, broke away from his granddaughter's hand that supported him, picked up the crutch and pinched it under his armpit, and slid into the group of young men, pulling a young man's ear and starting to growl : "I told you to set up the Lingshi! Is your turtle's head pinched by the door?! I can't afford to teach you, I might as well find a dog to take over! The dog is obedient and has long hair!"

The young man grinned his teeth in pain but didn't dare to fight back, so he wrinkled his face bitterly, and bent down to accommodate the old man's height: "Old man, your words are a bit embarrassing today."

The old man slapped the young man on the head ferociously: "Bullshit! This is the first time you see your old man?"

There was a lively scene below, Tianheng stood on the third floor watching, and Ayousang stood aside to watch together, but Ayousang, who used to be lively and talkative, was uncharacteristically silent today, so silent that even Tianheng watched She glanced several times.

"The hidden wine was stolen by Yougou?"

The witch master finally couldn't hold back, and asked a question tentatively.

The bright Wu girl was stunned for a moment, then immediately rolled her big eyes, and raised her chin: "Who can steal me? I don't have any wine in the house, and I drank it all two days ago!"

Tianheng: "..."

He endured and endured, but he failed, and complained: "You said yesterday that you haven't chatted with Huo Jiu for a long time!"

Ayou Sang blinked her eyes, as if nothing had happened: "I said I was too drunk? You may not have heard it wrong! Oh, don't talk about it——that good boy, Master Le, I feel like I've seen it before."

The witch master, who was just like a child who was about to roll around if he couldn't get candy, restrained his smile, looked away, and looked down at the double-speed mechanism in the dangerous building. , he said softly: "You have seen it."

Ah Yousang was sure this time, the man brought back by his high priest when he went out suddenly was indeed the suzerain of the Taisu Sword Sect, the famous Mingxiao Sword Master.

The High Priest also hid Sword Master Ming Xiao in a secret room on a dangerous building, and she dug out those iron trees in the warehouse.

But...but why is it like this? The high priest obviously did not intend to inform Taisu Jianzong of Ming Xiao's whereabouts. Even when Ming Xiao's disciple came to ask yesterday, the high priest didn't reveal anything. Why did he hide him? ...

Ayousang was thinking about it, but he couldn't understand why the high priest did this. After thinking about it for several nights, he couldn't find a reason. Could it be that there are bad people in the Taisu Sword Sect waiting to harm Sword Master Mingxiao?Could it be that the High Priest didn't want Sword Master Mingxiao to leave out of selfishness? !

No matter how hard Ayousang racked her brains, she would never have guessed that her high priest was just to "recycle" the used avatar, and there was no hidden secret at all.

Tian Heng looked over at this moment, and there was a half-smile in his slightly narrow eyes, as if he could see what Ayousang was worrying about: "There are not so many strange things, but the iron wood is good for his injuries. , Can I detain him when he heals up? I'm not that capable."

He would naturally use official language when he was talking about serious things, and Ayousang also changed his accent unconsciously. In the end, I didn't want to tell Tu Zhao what I meant, but I was just worried that the high priest would do something behind their backs: "He didn't look like he could heal his wounds quickly. The high priest gave him iron wood , did you do anything else?"

Besides, she muttered secretly in her heart, even if the sword master recovered from his injuries, wouldn't the high priest really be able to detain him?There is no comparison in fist and kick skills. When the formation is at its peak, even gods can be imprisoned. The high priest is the best genius in the world who is good at formation. It is not easy to catch a straight-minded swordsman.

Tianheng Xingjun put his hands in his sleeves, and sighed protractedly: "I really didn't do anything, it's fine if Yougou doesn't believe me, why is Ayousang like this now?"

Ayousang was silent for a while, then said quietly: "Because every time you promised Yougou not to drink, and then asked me to smuggle you with alcohol, I was the only one who was scolded."

Amid the sad and melancholy exclamation of the witch, the witch master hummed a little song as if nothing had happened.

The dangerous building was pulled up from the land in the far east, supported by hundreds of formations, like a majestic mountain rising into the sky, galloping towards the distant Kunlun Mountains.

Tu Zhao opened the window of the room, and outside there was a layer of spiritual power covering the whole dangerous building with a faint streamer, preventing the high-altitude wind from blowing into the building. Except for the occasional slight shaking of the storm, the whole dangerous building was as normal as usual. No two, there is no sense of bumps flying in the sky.

The sword cultivator brought a sword when he went out, the spirit cultivator brought a storage bag when he went out, and the witch master directly brought his house and clansmen with him when he went out, which was really generous.

Tu Zhao only made a rough estimate, and he can roughly conclude that the energy driving this magnificent building to fly tens of thousands of miles can definitely burn the ore of a spiritual vein.

But the Wu clan is rich and powerful, so they just don't care.

They are going to accompany the High Priest on a trip!Spend money and go!Don't let the High Priest lose face in front of the Kunlun gang of sword repairers!

After the operation of the dilapidated building became stable, Tianheng did not stay to watch it, but on the way back, he met Busheng, a child who seemed to have lost his way, standing on a platform looking up at the courtyard of the dilapidated building.

It was daytime at this time, and the dangerous building was flying very fast. The blue sky and white clouds flashed past section by section on the courtyard, and occasionally an eagle with spread wings uttered a cry that pierced the sky, echoing around the dangerous building empty-handed.

The little child stood alone on the platform where few people come and go. Tianheng watched him for a while, then walked up slowly and stood beside him: "The clouds in the daytime are not very beautiful. At night, when there are stars, The clouds would turn dark gray and press under all kinds of stars, layer upon layer, looking sweet and soft."

Busheng was startled, turned his head in a panic, and stared at Tianheng for a moment with his beautiful big eyes. He recognized this noble and mysterious man. The king brought him here before, and he was the first person he saw. Be the master here.

Seeing the owner of this place who took him in, he should say thanks and say hello.

Thinking of this, Busheng showed a sincere smile: "Thank you Xingjun for letting me live here, the dangerous building is very beautiful."

The child's thanks were simple and innocent, Tianheng also laughed when he heard the words, stretched out his hand, and he didn't expect to understand immediately, and put his little hand on it.

Holding the child's soft hand, Tian Heng led him forward, talking about the history of the dangerous building in a leisurely manner.

Even looking at the entire cultivation world, the witch master's knowledge is one of the most extensive. He has seen the fate of mortals under the stars, and recorded in his mind how many ancient books and documents that have long been lost. His erudite conquest, his eyes full of golden quicksand are full of reverence and admiration, his attitude towards Tianheng has changed from the original slight alienation to the respect of serving the teacher.

Half a month later, when the dangerous building landed on the Kunlun Mountains, Busheng seemed to be Tianheng's little tail, imitating Yougou's appearance without a teacher, and began to supervise Tianheng's drinking of medicine.

He was young, and Tianheng couldn't act like a coquettish man in front of him, so he could only pour down bowls of bitter medicine with tears in his eyes. After Yougou discovered this trick, he was even more happy All the matters of feeding the medicine were given to Busheng, after half a month, Tianheng became much healthier.

It's just that no matter how healthy he is, he will still show his true colors when encountering a snowstorm in Kunlun Mountains.

Tu Zhao went to the sect first, and when Tianheng wore a cloak and held an umbrella, holding a hand warmer filled with spirit stones and landed on Baiyujing on a spirit crane, everyone in the Taisu Sword Sect who had already won the letter had already waited. Here, the leader is the bright and sassy Ming Yi in a long green dress.

"Tianheng Xingjun came from a long way, Taisu Sword Sect is very grateful." Ming Yi has a tall and straight figure, with Ming Yan as sharp as an unsheathed blade, "Let's go to Jingxu Palace with Ming Yi to rest for a while."

Tianheng raised his eyelids and smiled at Mingyi: "You didn't have such a good temper when you saw me last time."

Ming Yi was stunned for a moment, seeing that the witch master whom he hadn't seen for many years was still the same as before, and suddenly felt a little sour in his heart: "It wasn't that time when you and senior brother deliberately played tricks on me!"

All the people present cast their eyes on Ming Yi, and then on the witch master.

There are two handsome men and beautiful women in the Baiyujing Center, one is tall and gentle like jade, the other is pretty and flamboyant like a flower, one is the master of the witch clan, and the other is the elder of the Taisu Sword Sect. No matter how you look at it, they are a good match!

Ayousang, who was following behind the witch master and holding an umbrella: "..."

She understood the meaningful eyes of most people, and she was about to explode immediately. Apart from the grievance that her high priest was randomly assigned, there was also a secret grievance: Why, isn't she good-looking?She even dressed up so as not to lose the face of the high priest, why didn't anyone look at her?

The author has something to say: Ah You Sang: I am so sour, just a bite of lemon, am I not good-looking? !Why is no one looking at me? !It's all blind woo woo woo.