The Shura realm, the barren Gobi Desert in the West. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The scorching sun scorched the earth, wisps of smoke rose from the Gobi, and the scorching air made it seem that the whole world was distorted at a glance.

There are only a few strands of listless green on the deserted Gobi Desert, and a few sand lizards trample on the hot sand and gravel, shaking their heads and looking left and right, looking for a little shade.

On the outer edge of the Gobi Desert, a dilapidated wine house lies crookedly, its broken wooden doors gently swaying with the hot wind blowing across the desert, constantly making a piercing "creaking" sound, which makes people feel a little sour.

In front of the wine house, a wine flag was erected high, about three or four zhang high, and the flag was dirty, and I could barely recognize the word "wine" in the Shura world in the oil stain that had been piled up for I don't know how long.

The only three tables in the wine house sat three guests.

Sitting in the far corner, holding a wine glass and playing carefully with a red-haired woman with red eyes and red eyes, her body is very slender, but this figure is really a little short among the Shura people who are used to maintaining the appearance of Shura.

The upper half of the woman's exposed face was very fair, a pair of eyes seemed to be full of spirituality, and a flame mark between her eyebrows showed the woman's extraordinary origin.

Across the table from the woman, sitting by the window was a man who maintained the appearance of Shura.

Under the Shura phase, the men were about two feet tall when they sit, barely bowing down to not break through the rotten roof of the wine house.

There were no pupils in the man's eyes, but there were blue flames burning, and the flames jumped out of the eye sockets from time to time, which was a little frightening.

The man's mouth is wide and square, and the two sharp fangs are pressed against the upper lip, making him look a little vicious.

On the man's table was a roasted beast with an enticing scent.

But the man didn't seem interested in eating, and his right hand, which was placed on the table, kept tapping lightly on the table.

Sandwiched between the strong man and the woman at the door, sat a very handsome man, dressed in white, with neatly groomed silver hair, meticulously restrained by a simple crown of hair, and an ebony hairpin resting horizontally on the crown.

The man used a roasted beast on the table very gently, and very svenly with a knife, very neatly cut the most delicious person on the ribs, and every time he started, the degree of cutting was just right, not a little more, no less than a point.

The man also ate his meal gently, chewing slowly and silently.

At first glance, this man will definitely think that he is a very well-cultivated son in the world, only in the world there is so much red tape.

But the other three people in the wine house don't think so.

For on the right hand side of the man lay a tall object wrapped in coarse cloth.

This object is longer than a person's height, and its width is wider than a person's left and right shoulder widths, large at the top and small at the bottom.

At a glance, people will subconsciously believe that this man is carrying a coffin.

Actually, it was a coffin.

Because of this person, there will not be a second one in the entire Six Realms.

It was a man who had come back from the dead, searching for his origins.

The owner of the wine house was a very short, very thin old man, with a withered appearance, like an oil lamp in the wind, which would be extinguished at any moment.

But no one would think so, because this old man is the only restaurant in this thousands of miles.

In this land of death, no one would think that an ordinary old man could support such a winehouse, even though it was dirty and dilapidated.

The old man sat at the door, holding a dry tobacco pouch that was only available in the world, smoking it "let's do it", exhaling for a long time, and the smoke was in the air, refusing to disperse for a long time.

The old man showed a very happy look, gently knocked the cigarette pouch on the ground, poured out the burned tobacco, and then filled in the new tobacco, starting a new round of swallowing clouds and spitting fog.

"Jingle bell-" There was a crisp bell ringing, and the ears of the three guests moved slightly at the same time, and the woman was still playing with the wine glass, looking indifferent.

The strong man turned his head and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

The man took out a white handkerchief, slowly wiped his mouth, and then said softly: "The grease is slightly more than three points." ”

Through the steaming air, a small black dot could be seen suddenly appearing on the hillside in the distance.

With the crisp sound of the bell, the black dot gradually magnified, and it was gradually clear that it was a person riding a small donkey. The man sat sideways on the donkey, with his head slightly downward, as if looking at something in his right hand.

The old man narrowed his eyes, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke rings, and said softly, "The person you were looking for is back." ”

The strong man frowned, the woman turned her head slightly, and the man nodded.

The little donkey walked unhurriedly, and it seemed that it would be a long time before he walked from the other side of the sky to the winery.

So the woman lowered her head again and began to play with the wine glass that she had played with countless times, the strong man anxiously tapped the table with the middle finger of his right hand rhythmically, and the man closed his eyes and began to recuperate.

The woman waited here for twenty days, the strong man for seven days, and the man for fifteen days.

They are people whose time is precious, but they are willing to spend so much time waiting for someone who is worth the long wait.

The man on the donkey was a man beyond their imagination.

The man might not even be able to hit their little fingers, but if it were time to ask some questions, the man could answer a lot of questions.

At least, now that the Six Realms know that there is such a very ordinary person who can answer a lot of questions, and even if he can't give a satisfactory answer, he will at least tell you some relevant clues.

So many people are looking for clues about such an ordinary person, some people just want to ask him some questions, and some people want to bring him back to their own sect.

But few people have been able to find his traces, and of those who have found him, no one has succeeded, and no one knows why they can't catch even a mortal except those who have failed.

This man, who calls himself the wind.

Feng is such a miraculous man, no one knows his origin, no one knows his depths - no one even knows his true face - if it weren't for the dazzling light of a mortal walking in the Five Realms, I am afraid that no one in the world will be able to find his footprints.

Except for those who were guided by the traces he deliberately left behind.

"Jingle bells—" The crisp sound of the silver bells was getting closer and closer, and the wind was finally approaching.

The woman lowered her glass, the strong man turned his head, and the man opened his eyes.

They see the wind through the window.

Feng is a very ordinary person, a coarse cloth clothes, except for the pulp and washing clean, there is nothing special.

His temperament, there is nothing special, elegant, rude, savage, almost all the words that can describe people seem to have nothing to do with his temperament, perhaps, only ordinary is really suitable.

As for his appearance and figure, it is even more unusual, with no features at all.

What thick eyebrows and big eyes, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, have nothing to do with him, just when I saw his eyebrows, I knew that it was just eyebrows.

When the wind finally reached the winery, he stepped down from the donkey's back, and they saw that the wind was holding a book in his hand.

It seems natural for a person who loves to read books so much to be able to know a lot of things.

"I'm back, sir, thank you for taking my donkey for giving me a ride. ”

Feng tucked the scroll into his waist and greeted the old man with a smile.

It was here that the wind left a month ago and entered the Land of Death.

The old man squinted at Chu Feng, took the reins of the donkey, and said, "I'll feed the grass." ”

Feng smiled and said, "Then there is Lao Lao." ”

As he spoke, Feng walked into the wine house and naturally sat down opposite the man, as if he had not deliberately chosen the table at all, everything was so natural that people did not feel anything wrong.

Feng slightly arched his hand to the man and said, "Excuse me." ”

The man returned the salute and nodded, but did not speak.

The strong man wanted to come over, but before he stood up, his head slammed through the roof of the winehouse, trying to struggle out, but he was afraid of ruining the winehouse, so he couldn't advance or retreat for a while, and was stuck there.

Feng couldn't help but smile a little.

The first to move was the woman, who slowly stepped forward, walked to the wind, shook it gently, and said, "I've seen Mr. Feng." ”

Feng hurriedly got up and returned the salute and said, "I've seen the girl." ”

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