Feng didn't write it for too long, but he wrote five or six hundred characters very casually, but they were all demon characters, and then he said: "Mix these into the operation of the exercises, you try first, can you run the true qi smoothly and unhindered." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The woman took the paper, took a closer look, showed a slightly stunned look, frowned slightly, and suddenly stretched out her deeply locked brows, nodding frequently, as if she had realized something, and completely forgot about foreign objects.

Feng poured a new cup of tea, took a pair of chopsticks from the chopsticks basket at random, aligned them, and began to use some of the dishes that the store had just served.

The natural condition of the Shura Realm is the worst among the Six Realms, and it is located in a barren place, so there are few vegetables in the dishes, but there are mostly birds and beasts, and the methods are also extremely monotonous, all of which are first roasted, and then split and served.

Fortunately, the art of barbecue is quite deep, and the roasted birds and beasts made seem ordinary, but the entrance is extremely sweet, fat but not greasy, thin but not firewood, and with the unique tea leaves of the Shura world soaked in well water taken by the store, it is quite mellow, which can just dissolve the greasy in the stomach after eating too much meat.

The wind ate with relish, not as elegant as the man opposite, but not as rude as the strong man at the table in front of him.

Seeing that the wind was gone, the strong man took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, then bowed forward with difficulty and said very respectfully: "Mr. Feng, I was entrusted to bring you something." ”

Feng nodded, and when he saw the strong man take out a jade bi from his arms, he smiled and shook his head: "It turns out that you are from the Atuo Department, and I have already collected the reward, so there is no need." ”

The strong man blushed, and said with some annoyance: "Although our Atuobu is small, but we can't accept favors from others in vain, your help to us is not proportional to the reward we paid at that time, the patriarch took a lot of effort to find this piece of jade, it should be helpful to Mr." Sir, you have to accept it so that the people of our Atuobu can rest assured. ”

Feng saw that the strong man said quite sincerely, and he also knew that the Atuo tribe belonged to the Asura tribe, the customs were rude, and the grievances were clear, if he repeatedly shirked, it would make the Atuo tribesmen unhappy, so he took the jade bi and returned the salute slightly: "In this way, I have thanked the strong man and the brothers of the Atuo tribe."

The strong man scratched his head and smiled honestly: "Since Mr. accepted it, then I can go back to my life." If you have time to come back to Atuobu, I will ...... Must be swept ...... Sweep the couch and wait. ”

The strong man's human language is not very good, and he stutters a little.

Feng smiled slightly and said, "I will definitely come back with you with good wine." ”

He said this in the language of the asuras, and he also followed the etiquette tradition that the guests of the asura tribe brought good wine to the host's house to praise the host's house, so the strong man was very happy.

The strong man said goodbye again and again, squeezed through the broken door with difficulty, and strode to the edge of the sky.

At this time, the man opened his eyes, looked at the wind, and said, "Where are you from?"

"I came from my mother's womb. Feng replied.

The man silently stretched out his right hand and patted the coffin tightly wrapped in cloth on the side of his right hand, making a hollow sound, and then said quietly: "But I came from the coffin." ”

He caressed the coffin slowly, and even through the coarse cloth, he could still feel the coffin skin, which was as smooth as a woman's skin.

Since he woke up, this coffin has always been by his side, and has never left a foot away.

The wind knows who he is.

This person is a man who suddenly appeared in the ghost world three years ago, a man who carries a coffin and asks "who am I, where do I come from, why am I born, why am I dead, and where should I go".

This man is not normal like a madman, but he is very powerful, he has broken into the Ghost Realm Great Sect Senluo Hall under the deception of people, and has also entered the Holy Demon Tomb, the holy land of the Demon Realm, which is enshrined by all the countries of the Demon Realm, and has also made a big disturbance in the Demon Realm Ten Thousand Demon Palace, and under the siege and suppression of countless masters, he can retreat with his whole body.

Later, the man finally stopped asking such questions from people, and he carried his coffin on his back and began to wander through the Six Realms, looking for his roots.

He didn't have a name, and people saw him as a wandering ghost, so they began to call him a geist, and later he himself began to call himself a geist.

In recent years, the three mysterious figures of the Six Realms, the first is He Feng, and the second is this wandering spirit.

Wind smiled, poured a cup of tea for the geist, and asked, "Please." ”

The geist shook his head and said, "Drink a glass every three quarters, and drink it two quarters ago." ”

He seemed to be stubbornly following some kind of ritual, just like the roasted beast he had eaten before, and each time he went down, he must have cut just the right amount of depth, not a single point more, not a point less.

Feng didn't think it was angry at all, and said, "I can't guess too much, so I need to see your coffin." ”

The geist hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Okay." ”

The geist pulled the fabric with his right hand, revealing a very ordinary coffin.

The coffin appeared to be iron, swarthy, and without a shimmer of light. Other than that, it is no different from other coffins.

The geist opens the lid of the coffin, revealing the inside of the coffin.

The inside of the coffin is bright yellow, and at a glance it looks like a bright yellow silk cloth, flat and neat, without any wrinkles, and it looks like it has been carefully cared for. But both the wind and the geist knew that this was not a silk cloth, it was indeed the inner surface of the coffin.

Feng nodded, signaling that it was okay.

The soul closed the coffin, put the coarse cloth on it, and patted it lightly with his right palm, and the coarse cloth wrapped the coffin tightly, as if it were some precious treasure.

"The coffin is made of earth, wood, and iron.

The five elements account for the third, I am afraid that it is rare to encounter this kind of good divine material in the world for thousands of years, or the original is such a large piece, and it was so unsparingly beaten in a coffin, and the person who beat the coffin is very generous. "The wind can't help but be staggered.

The materials mixed with the five elements were all divine objects conceived by heaven and earth, and he had only seen them in books, but he didn't expect that the first time he saw them, it would be such a piece.

"Yes. The spirit nodded, although this material is extremely precious, there are still many people in the world who know it, and he has known this for a long time.

Feng was silent for a while before he said, "It is said that when you woke up, the coffin rested at the bottom of a volcano that died not long ago. ”

"Yes. ”

"Your true qi attribute is water. ”

"Yes. "The geist kind of understood.

"Then this arrangement must be for the purpose of imprisoning you. The wind said again.

This sentence made the wandering soul stunned, no one has ever seen anything unusual in this coffin, but some people think that the coffin is actually auspicious, otherwise it would not make a dead person reborn.

But even if the spirit whirlwind understands it, the volcano is the fire genus, and he is the water genus, with the three attributes of this coffin, a strict five-element cycle has been formed between the five elements, giving birth to each other and suppressing each other, if it were not for the depletion of the volcano, this complete cycle would not have been broken, and he would not have woken up.

But is this really the case?

The geist doesn't know either.

"But the guy who did it doesn't seem to want to kill you," the wind laughed, "and he's just...... I just want to imprison you. ”

"I see. The geist nodded and stood up.

The coffin flew up as if it had a spirit, and lay it horizontally behind the geist, and two coarse cloth heads poked out and tangled around the geist's shoulders, causing the coffin to be carried by the geist.

The spirit casually pressed on the table, and put down a verdant plant, on which there was a dense mist, and the fragrance was even more rich, and at a glance it was an extremely precious medicinal material.

The wind watched as the soul got up and walked out, groaning.

The geist walked steadily, stepping firmly on each step, always waiting until one foot landed firmly before the next foot lifted. The posture of walking like this is elegant, and it's weird—it's too stiff, it's too mechanical.

"The past is gone. The wind suddenly said, "Don't put the future ...... Buried in the past. ”

The soul stopped, turned around, looked at the wind, and whispered, "You're right. ”

He paused before he added, "But without the past, how do you know your future and where you should lead?"

Feng was stunned, only to realize that the emptiness of losing the past may not be something he can experience.

Feng got up and said slightly: "Then I wish you can find your past as soon as possible, and then start a new life." ”

The geist nodded and said, "Thank you." ”

Feng Dao: "You're welcome. ”

The geist turned, continued his mechanically stiff steps, and disappeared into the depths of the Gobi.

The wind withdrew his gaze and looked at the woman in front of him. The woman was still looking at the piece of paper she had given, and she was fascinated.

Feng didn't bother, but picked up the medicinal herb on the table and carefully identified it, only to find that it was a 20,000-year-old seven-flower rebirth.

Seven flowers are reborn, such a medicinal herb only asks such a very simple question, and such a reward makes Feng feel a little guilty.

Seven flowers are reborn, and every 3,200 years will experience a catastrophe of life and death.

If you can't get through it, it will disappear completely.

If you can spend it, you will draw out a leaf as bright as jasper and a flower as gorgeous as the sun.

Every 3,200 years, according to the collective name of all walks of life, it is a lifetime.

This medicinal plant, which is about a foot long, has seven green leaves and seven flowers growing staggered from the middle, so it is called Seven Flowers Rebirth.

Although the ancient books once recorded the Ten Flowers and Feathers known as the Great Perfection, it was only a legend after all.

Before the rebirth of this seven-flowered flower, it was certain that what really existed was nothing more than a blossoming flower.

The life of a monk is only three or four hundred years, and no one can afford to wait for its next bloom, and no one dares to bet on whether it can withstand the calamity of that lifetime, as long as it finds that it will be picked directly.

The Five Flowers Blossom is already a medicinal material that all the ninth-order masters want to snatch, and its medicinal effect is beyond imagination - the preciousness of the Seven Flowers can be seen from this.

However, the geist gave it to himself without frowning.

This geist is also a very interesting person.

Feng shook his head, put away the Seven Flowers Heavy Life, drank another cup of tea, took out a book and began to look at it.

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