An unexpected heavy rain poured, which made the warm Nanban fall into a faint chill again, and many people couldn't help but thicken their clothes, but for those Nanban people who had to be displaced, it was an unjustified disaster, wearing thin clothes, and had to drag their trembling bodies forward. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The barracks were in a mess, the ground became muddy, and the rain continued to gather, turning into thin and dirty streams, which easily flowed into the rough tents set up by the disciples of the Jixia School Palace, and even the huge force of the torrential rain directly caused many tents to collapse, making many of the disciples of the School Palace constantly curse the bad weather.

A faint mist filled the air.

Obscuring the line of sight, so that people do not see very far.

The gray sky gave people a feeling of depression, and hearing the noisy sound of the military camp, Li Qifeng's heart couldn't help but feel a trace of inexplicable irritability.

Hai Dongqing squatted on the desk in the tent, and he also lost his former vitality, his wings were tightly folded, as if he was pretending to sleep.

The irritability made Li Qifeng feel that the space in the military tent was extremely narrow, and the whole person seemed to be out of breath.

Cross-legged on top of the bed.

Li Qifeng began to operate the Ice Heart Technique, forcing his emotions to become quiet.

The faint internal force around the body is constantly rolling, as if the spring breeze blows through the surface of the lake, constantly wrinkling the waves.

Over time.

The tumbling internal force around the body fell silent, like a stream flowing slowly above the plain, and it seemed quiet and peaceful.

The irritability in the mood also disappeared without a trace.

The operation of the Ice Heart Technique made Li Qifeng enter an excellent ethereal state, pinched the seal with both hands, and his mind completely precipitated, and took the opportunity to begin to comprehend the Thirteen Decisions of Nothingness.

The divine consciousness slowly began to spread out in all directions, and the rain curtain that easily passed through it spread far away, and the scene in the rain gradually came into Li Qifeng's mind, and his thoughts were also diverging with this scene.

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On a muddy avenue, he saw more than a dozen thinly dressed people hurrying by, including old people and children, and a dark-skinned, sturdy man was struggling to pull a wooden cart, on which an elderly man was lying quietly, coughing violently from time to time.

Behind the cart, several half-grown boys who were not tall were struggling to help push it

The muddy roads make it extremely difficult for the board to walk.

The swarthy man pulled desperately, his back bent, his forehead almost touching the ground.

Behind the cart, a half-grown boy who was not tall was pushing hard, his face flushed, and his mouth was wide open and he was panting for breath.

Suddenly, the old man lying on the cart suddenly stood up, and a terrifying force erupted from his thin body, jumping directly towards the left side of the cart.

In an instant.

The old man was gone.

The half-grown man woke up from a brief shock, let out a long exhalation, and headed for the side of the cart.

There is nothing above the muddy road, and there is a cliff on one side of the road.

The boy cried out in grief.

The swarthy man is the one who notices the anomaly.

Looking at the empty cart, his expression couldn't help but change, his eyes were covered with a layer of mist, he wiped a handful of rain on his face, suddenly fell to his knees, and kowtowed nine times in the direction of the cliff.

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In the midst of the devastated villages, there was a dead silence, the roads were empty, and the doors of every house were locked and nowhere to be found.

A few dirty stray dogs were lying under the big trees in the village, enjoying the sunshine, and an old man in plain clothes came slowly.

The stray dogs suddenly became excited, surrounded the old man, and kept barking, the old man smiled, showed a trace of helplessness in his expression, took out the dried meat hidden in his sleeves, and put it in front of several stray dogs.

Suddenly, the old man raised his head and looked up at the sky, his gaze became extremely deep, as if he felt Li Qifeng's gaze.

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On the top of a tall mountain, the enjoyment of a Taoist temple seems to be very vigorous, men and women, old and young, looking pious incense, kneeling down.

An old man with silver hair in a Taoist uniform is unsigning for the men and women.

Every lottery left with a happy expression.

The old man's expression was also smiling all the time.

A few years old Taoist boy suddenly ran over, one accidentally, kicked the lottery bamboo tube, all the lottery in the bamboo tube poured out, the old Taoist looked different, the wide sleeves moved, rolled up all the bamboo sticks, and by the way to the frizzy Taoist boy turned a white eye.

If someone has sharp eyes, they will definitely find that the bamboo sticks are all signed.

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Over the mountains, over the river, I saw the perennial green pines, but also saw the willow branches that had just sprouted new shoots, encountered the wind, encountered the rain, saw the old man, and saw the baby croaking to the ground.

Li Qifeng's divine sense spread infinitely.

A prosperous Ducheng appeared in his mind.

Pillars of purple air rose into the sky, submerging into the clouds and turning into a dense purple mist, constantly tumbling, looking extremely mysterious.

In the imperial capital, it seems extremely comfortable, among the restaurants and tea shops, the voices of people are boiling, and in the fireworks and willow alleys, people come and go, so it is not lively.

In the palace.

A figure stood in the garden.

Emperor Long Yue was looking down at the carp in the pond, and countless carp were constantly clustering, and their heads were rising to the surface - a scene of ten thousand carp dynasty.

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Time is ticking by.

Li Qifeng's body sat quietly, and the faint coercion emanating from his body gradually converged, and even his breathing became extremely weak, like a fast meteorite, a dead tree, without the slightest vitality.

The divine consciousness that has spread out is constantly being withdrawn.

His brow moved slightly.

Li Qifeng slowly opened his eyes, and the depth in his eyes was like stars.

A hint of mystical and mysterious feelings appeared in Li Qifeng's mind.

Li Qifeng was trying to capture that feeling.

But in vain.

The noisy sound continued to drill into Li Qifeng's ears, and the irritability in his heart couldn't help but be born again, and it was useless to run the Ice Heart Technique again.

Rise.

Li Qifeng walked out.

The heavy rain still had no intention of stopping, and the cold was even more pressing, Li Qifeng involuntarily walked out, he wanted to feel the baptism of the heavy rain.

Soon.

The rain soaked through his clothes, and the chill spread throughout his body.

Li Qifeng couldn't help but shudder.

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