The wind of the thunderbolt

The river flows continuously, and the boats continue to travel.Faced with such a stern accusation, Fengxiu was even more puzzled.

"The author of this book comes from the Tower of Mercy in the World of Four Chess," Han Yancui put a book on the table in the boat, and looking at the cover, the words 'Araki Records' were imprinted impressively. "He is recognized as a wise man in the Four Chess world. His talent, knowledge and wisdom are unparalleled! Ha~ No one knows his origin, and everyone calls him a wedge." Han Yancui sighed, "And my best friend, since watching After reading this book, I was overwhelmed by his broad wisdom, and have been thinking about him ever since."

Fengxiu shook her fan, noncommittal. "Is Lingyou moved by this book?"

"This book is indeed unmatched by the past and present. She was recorded in the book to broaden her original narrow vision and re-understand the world. There is nothing wrong with this book. His book can be read by everyone in the Four Chess world in a short time , it must be that this person has an unparalleled personal charm, but~" Han Yancui shivered, and her tone was as cold as ice—"But he should never let her down!"

After sorting out her angry mood, Han Yancui calmly looked at Master Fengxiu in front of her—perhaps it is more appropriate to say that it is a wedge. According to the information system of Huo Zhai Buddha Prison, Master Fengxiu had to use the help of Mercy Light to kill her at a critical moment. The unique knowledge of the tower.Seeing this person Han Yancui strengthened her judgment even more.This must be a wedge! "He and my bosom friend had a short three-day friendship. My bosom friend fell in love and couldn't extricate himself. They made a promise that the maple red will be the moment when the maple dyes the maple, the emerald mountain and the maple leaves burn the sky next year. Goodbye. It’s a pity—” Han Yancui lamented the misfortune of good fortune, “He missed the appointment, he was captured for some reason. He fled to this place. But it caused my best friend to forget about food and drink, and finally——”

Master Fengxiu let out an oh, and asked, "How is she?"

"She finally couldn't bear the thoughts in her heart and came to a difficult situation. Since then, I have never heard from her again."

"It turns out that the woman the girl mentioned is her. So what? Did you find it?"

"I've said so much, don't you think you're not moved at all?" The end of the sentence implied displeasure.

The owner of Fengxiu is still expressionless—"Except for expressing sympathy and regret for the experience of the girl and her friends, Fengxiu doesn't know what to do. I have never met the girl, and there is nothing I can do to help."

Han Yancui was out of breath: "Master Fengxiu, you—" As if thinking of something, Han Yancui grasped Master Fengxiu's hand shaking the fan. "Listen to me, she has been here alone for 300 years, she has been away from her hometown for thousands of miles, and she has no friends here. She needs help, and we must find her whereabouts~! She needs you."

"Fengxiu is Fengxiu, not the wedge as the girl said." The owner of Fengxiu pushed Han Yancui's hand away: "The boat is about to dock." After saying that, he got off the boat and walked away.

Hanyancui on the bow tightly squeezed her plain hands, looked at Fengxiu's retreating back, and shouted: "Damn Master Fengxiu! Hmph, whatever! Next time, I won't let you off easily!"

Looking at the heavenly fragrance towering into the sky.Recently, the sky near Liuchupiaoying is full of dark clouds.The oppressive dark clouds are like the south wind that does not compete with the mood at this moment.

I saw him holding a black feather in his hand and tapping it up and down, reciting secret mantras.In an instant, the clouds cleared and the fog received the dawn.

The residents near Wanghua Village are all in high spirits.A happy smile and better weather symbolize a rich harvest this year.

The south wind does not let the wind blow away the black feather in his hand.With his hands behind his back, he paced back to the desk.Sitting down on the bluestone slab, resting his head on his hands and closing his eyes, he meditated.

Yu Qinghuan, who watched all this coldly, realized that she didn't understand the madman's way of thinking even more, and slowly walked into his sight, and said, "You could have done many good things for this world, why did you choose to use the most cruel way to do things?" Way to get involved in the world?"

Nan Feng didn't open his eyes lazily, he still closed his eyes and meditated, but his mouth was still ruthless: "Who allows you to talk to me?!"

Yu Qing shook her head and said: "I can't understand you, I really want to know what happened to make you always so unreasonable."

Nan Feng couldn't tolerate others prying into his mind, and threatened: "Is the good thing that the world thinks is my good thing?! Get out!"

"You can just throw me out." Yu Qinghuan just finished speaking.I saw the palm wind coming.With one palm, she was knocked ten meters away.

Nanfeng Bujing's thoughts are something that idlers can spy on. How can Nanfeng Bujing's past be something for others to talk about after dinner!Since he is called an unworldly madman, he must be a madman who cannot be understood by the world.If his bottom line is touched, gods and demons will be slaughtered!

Yu Qinghuan knows that there is nothing in the world that can move him, only the stone statue in front of him.It seems that he can understand some of the reasons for his madness and bloodthirsty, and he can't help but feel a little pity in his heart—"If I were to turn into a stone statue, would Xiao Ribiao become like him?If this madman can fulfill his long-cherished wish one day, he can live together with this stone statue girl.What will it be like then? '

Yu Qinghuan thought about it for a while before expressing his guess: "I am a cultivator of the Nine Heavens Realm. I feel that this stone statue girl does not belong to this world. To remove her seal, one must have something that does not belong to this world. I That's all for now." After finishing speaking, he went straight to the back mountain to clean up.

"Things that don't belong to this world—" Nan Feng Bujing pondered for a while, "Dead Country!"

He remembered that Sirius, the descendant of the god of death, besides having an eye of death with Tian Bugu, also held a scythe of death, which could break any barriers and seals. Maybe this thing could break the seal of the stone statue.

"Well, Sirius." After finishing speaking, Nan Feng Bujing left in a hurry.

On the other side, the owner of Fengxiu will bid farewell to Hanyancui and rush to Qianzhuwu, hoping to ask Tianbugu for help.

It turned out that the master of Fengxiu planned to make the Yaoshi Futu collide with the Kingdom of Death, causing countless casualties.However, in order to retaliate, the Kingdom of Death stepped up the development of another conspiracy-to join forces with the Huo Zhai Buddha Prison to invade the Misery.The Huo Zhai Buddha Prison is far away from the affliction and there is no road to it. If you want to invade the affliction, you have to borrow a way from the old neighbor of the affliction - the country of death.As early as thousands of years ago.A passage has been built between the dead country and the Buddha Prison—the Mohan Corridor.However, due to the accidental fall of the builder-the legend of the dead country-Asura.No one can build the Mohan Corridor but him.The project was forced to terminate!Now Fengxiu gets the news that the dead country secretly seeks to revive Asura.Once Asura is resurrected, the Mohan Corridor will be built.The Central Plains are in danger!The master of Fengxiu thought over and over again, and decided to combine Tianbugu and Sirius' eyes of death into one, to spy on the dead corners of Mohan Corridor in order to destroy them, so he hurried to find Yixie. (Poor Lord Tianbugu...)

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