Wind and frost lifted the curtain made of green leaves, and the sound of the wind followed her in.

The oval house is extremely spacious, about dozens of square meters, like an ancient council hall, and inside is a table of eight immortals made of nanmu, with red benches on both sides, and a few swords hanging on the wall, the scabbards have faded, and they look very old. In the corner of the wall stood a parrot standing, and the cockatoo was grasping the truss with its paws, its eyes fixed on the wind.

An old man sat on a mahogany chair beside the table of the Eight Immortals, his eyes looked at the door where the wind came, he wore a certain gray-black high hat, the hat was embroidered with golden patterns, his skin was gray and dry, like the bark of a centuries-old tree, his eye sockets were deep-set, and he could hardly see the eyeballs, perhaps he had smoked too many tobacco leaves, his teeth were covered with dotted black spots and yellow spots, and his body was shrunk in wide clothes.

Beside the old man stood a strong man in gray, the one who greeted Feng Qi yesterday, he stood there like a door god, with a round face, black, red, black and red, a pair of round eyes that were very different, and his round muscles were about to tear his clothes.

"Sit down, warrior. Old decay is 'style', and you are welcome to visit us. The self-proclaimed "style" old man said, his hand pointing to the bench in front of him.

"Thank you. "The wind is sitting on a bench, facing the style.

"You saved 'Feng Qi'?"

The wind confirmed that the name of the person he was saving was "Feng Qi", and he nodded and smiled at the style.

"You don't belong to the canyon, you're the first living person to come here in hundreds of years. The style says the word "living" very seriously, I'm afraid the wind can't hear it clearly.

The wind said "ah", and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Dare to ask your honorable name?" asked the style seriously.

The sound of the wind was agitated, his brain turned quickly, and then he replied: "My name is Liu Feng." ”

"Good name, keep the wind, this is the nobleman of our Wind Clan!" said happily as he slapped the table, coughed twice.

"Wind Clan!" When the wind heard this, he was secretly shocked in his heart, he really entered the "Laika Valley", that is, he had no place to find the iron shoes, and it took no effort to get there.

"How did you get into this canyon?" asked Style.

The wind was stunned, and suddenly replied: "It was our car that lost control and fell into the canyon." ”

"Cars?"

"It's a tool that can carry people and run very fast. Wind explained.

"That's a carriage!"

"Hmm. The wind saw that he couldn't understand what he said, so he had to agree with him.

"What do you plan to do in the future?"

"When I'm well, go back to where I came from. ”

"It's been hundreds of years, and no one has been able to get out of here on their own. Style sighed, "Alright then, I hope you can make it. ”

"How can this be?" said to Feng Sheng, not speaking.

Style picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, pointed to the cup next to the bench, motioned for the wind to take a saliva, and then said, "When your body recovers, you can try to go out, during this time, the wind and frost will accompany you to take a look at our stockade, our crops and hunting grounds." ”

"That's great, I'd love to check it out. Feng Sheng had a happy look on his face.

"It's been nearly a thousand years since we Feng Clan came here, and God willing, the incense is still endless. Style said, full of pride.

"It's really a feng shui treasure. The wind exclaimed.

"Well, what a coincidence, in order to pray for the mercy of the heavens, our Feng Clan will hold a large-scale worship of the heavens and ancestors every ten years, and in another half a month, that is, on June 1, our whole clan will participate in the ceremony and put on a feast, which is our grand event. When the time comes, you must participate. "Style deep-set eyes, sparkling with brilliance.

"It's such an honor that I can't ask for it. The wind said, and when he heard that the whole clan was going to participate, he began to think about his plan in his heart.

"However, there is no eternal paradise, and there have been some omens in the canyon where this generation has lived in seclusion, making it difficult for us to sleep and eat......" The style stopped talking, glanced at the wind, took the cigarette pouch on the table, stuffed a smooth white jade cigarette stick into his mouth, and looked at the colorful cockatoo, the parrot looked at his cigarette stick without blinking, and made a "Woo Ng" sound.

"Okay, take the guests out, take care of this warrior, I'm tired. Style said to Wind and Frost, who was standing in the doorway.

After the wind said goodbye to the old man, he walked out of the "council room" with the wind and frost, and he stood on the thick branch outside the door and looked into the distance.

In the distant woods, the barking of dogs, the neighing of horses, and the smoke curling from the birds as they rose and fell......