The wind blows?

Where are you going?

The wind blows, where am I going, the wind blows, where am I going after I follow people?

Think, think, think is the mind is crazy thinking, sinking in the night, sinking in the cheerful night of singing and dancing, doing close follow, and thinking stupidly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Hehe~~?"

Abruptly, Han Xian, who was closely behind Yu Nuge, had a slight smile on his face, why is this smile, can it be understood as the joy of the heart?

The heart is smiling.

But this smile is difficult to understand as a kind of joy, why the heart is laughing, Han Xian knows himself, where to go this way, and what to do, Han Xian has a very clear guess.

A place to go is a place where you can decide where I want to go.

'Revelation?'

"Or do you want to leave the Fishlands?"

Both of them foreshadow this departure, but they do mean the opposite of each other.

"Qifeng?"

Laughter is Han Xian's face, and the voice is the language of the heart, what is this laughing face thinking? Han Xian's smile is for this thought, this smile is to say: 'The thought in my heart is so sudden. ’

What he was thinking about was not how he fought with reason, begging to enter Qifeng and reshape the reincarnation of the 200,000 dead souls, but what he should do after being rejected.

One why?

And what is the other one?

I didn't arrange it by myself, but if I was rejected, I could really arrange myself, and I had a lot of ideas.

There are so many ideas waiting to be realized.

"Hehe~~?"

Laugh or laugh, laugh or laugh very questionable, this laugh is a kind of question, ask Han Xian himself, if he doesn't enter the Qishui Land to purify the Soul Yin Gu on his body, how long can he live?

How long to live?

Now every day should be happy, now every day seems to be the rest of the life, the star map is full of power of the stars overflowing, and the muscles and veins are even more bloody and high-spirited.

It's these and these, why did Han Xian think of death?

Dao Xing is full of overflow, and the muscles and veins are high-spirited, but Han is asking his bones first, and then asking his backbone, it is certain that the bones are just right, and the backbone is when the big dragon is lying hard and waiting for a skyrocket.

But their colors,

But it's all blackened.

The hard bones were blackened, the dragon's backbone was blackened, they were blackened by the poison of the souls of the dead who repeatedly broke the embankment, not themselves, not that they didn't want to be strong.

But under the erosion of soul poison, it is already stormy.

Still smiling, I don't know when this bone will fall apart, let alone when the dragon's backbone will collapse.

I want to call the shots for all this.

But in all this, it is not you who is in charge, just like the 'Qishui Land' in front of you, you don't want to go, but others have already made decisions for yourself.

You have to go.

"Han Xiaoyou, we have arrived" Yu Nuge stopped and stood in front of a quaint courtyard, undoubtedly the destination that decided the way forward.

The road is always short, not only today, but also tomorrow.

"Whew~~. ”

Angry in his heart, he was spit out by Han Xian for a long time, and his eyes fell on Yu Nuge's face with a little gratitude, and said, "Thank you, Uncle Nuge." ”

"Hehe, where, Han Xiaoyou, please go in. ”

Yu said angrily, and his hand did not stop, and he had already opened the door of the courtyard, and Han Xian's eyes immediately fell in, and he walked in with his eyes.

Everything is as I thought.

Here and there really like.

It is also full of green smoke, and it is also a tablet dedicated to the ancestors, but Yunshan is dedicated to the ancestors of Han Xian, and of course the ancestors of the fish clan are enshrined here.

The Sunfall Bow that returned to the land of the Clan was also receiving incense from the Fish Clan.

They are eternal tranquility.

Even the people here are at the moment.

The patriarch of Jutian had been waiting for a long time, and was meditating with his back to him at this moment, and the four chairs were distributed on both sides of the hall, and on them sat an old man with gray eyebrows.

They closed their eyes and meditated, they were all waiting for this Han Xian's arrival.

"I've seen the patriarch grandpa. Han Xian bowed forward and saluted.

Then he saluted the old men sitting on the chairs twice, and said, "Yes, old gentlemen, the boy Han Xian is polite." ”

"Nuge, you stand down first. Patriarch Jutian said.

"Yes. ”

The fish was angry and moved forward, just standing in front of the courtyard door, and now with the patriarch's order, he could only leave the courtyard and stand in front of the door, the quaint door, trembling and temporarily separating the fish clan from here.

It's a different world.

Quiet.

Outside the door is the joy of singing and dancing, and inside the door is a silent sinking.

This heavy cold can freeze people, but Han Xian really didn't dare to let himself freeze, he looked at his nose and his nose, and he didn't dare to be casual.

"Hehe~~. ”

Suddenly, in such a quiet ancestral land, there was such a gloomy laughter.

But this voice happened to come from the mouth of the Jutian Patriarch, and in his laughter, he turned around, looked at Han Xian with kind eyes, and said, "Han Xiaoyou, do you know why our clan guards here?"

Ask to bring thoughts.

Think.

Think in silence.

But Han Xian, who was contemplative, still couldn't think of a reason for the fish clan's protection, or couldn't think of a definite reason, and said, "Patriarch Grandpa, I don't know. ”

"Huh. ”

The smiling face was still smiling, and the patriarch of Jutian said: "For the land of the water not to be defiled, for the fountain of life not to be stained with dust, for the homeland not to be violated." ”

These reasons are sufficient, and any one of them is sufficient.

Stopped.

The Jutian Patriarch stopped talking, his mouth stopped, but the words of his eyes did not stop, he stared at Han Xian's face and eyes.

"Hehe, Han Xianxiaoyou, are these?"

Asking again?

What do you mean by asking?

Han Xian's face was thoughtful, his eyes were not daring to look at each other, his eyes were looking at each other with the patriarch of Jutian, and he did not dare to deviate, he undoubtedly agreed with the words of the patriarch of Jutian, and nodded his head, which should be affirmed.

Qishui needs to be guarded.

The fountain of life needs to be guarded.

The homeland needs to be guarded by people, and this 'three-part guard' is the belief of the fish people.

"Hehe~~. ”

Laughing, Han Xian's expression was solemn at this moment, but the Jutian Patriarch didn't know why he was really laughing, and his abrupt body turned his back directly to him, and his mouth was in a voice: "These may be." ”

Possible?

The people who have guarded the bandai are saying that it is possible, is he doubting that his faith is not true?

"It's been too long, we don't know how many thousands of years have passed in this too long time, we don't know if Qishui is guarding us, or if we are relying on Qishui. ”

Han Xian was listening.

"The whole tribe has been destroyed, yes. ”

Han Xian was listening quietly.

"The mind is uncertain, and there are people who are lonely. ”

Han Xian was still listening quietly.

"But after the spring breeze has passed, we have come back again, and even we ourselves do not know where we came back. ”

"Han Xian, can this still be called a guardian?"

The Jutian Patriarch had already finished speaking, and Han Xian was still maintaining his posture of listening quietly, this was still thinking, and his heart had already figured it out: 'The fish clan is one with Qishui, and the fish is lonely when it leaves the water. ’

"Yes!"

"It's guarding. ”

This is Han Xian's affirmation, and his heart is affirming: 'The blood flowing in the body of each person in the fish clan is shed for protection, this blood is passed down from generation to generation, people are far away, the blood is endless, one day they will remember, and one day they will come back.' ’

What is in the blood is the mission.

This mission is not arranged by any one person, this mission is rushing in the heart with blood, born together, grown together, and died together.

Even if they don't know what they're defending for, that's still the case.

Death is the same hole.

"We have never been like this, we have been like this for generations, we have guarded, never violated, and no one of our clans is like this" The voice is flat and slightly lonely.

Han Xian was listening.

The patriarch of Jutian turned around again, but this time his gaze did not fall on Han Xian's body, and he was confused and thought far away, and fell into the ancient world.

The old man's expression was already fluttering, and he said, "Good, good, good." ”

In his mouth, he said 'Okay,' but when the eyes of the Jutian Patriarch were fixed on Han Xian's face again, the kindness and kindness of his expression turned into a sharpness that pointed directly at Han Xian's heart.

"Han Xiaoyou, you can tell your true intentions for this trip. ”

This is not a tentative question, but the great affirmation of the Patriarch of Jutian that Han Xian came here for Qishui, and it is impossible for him to return the bow just to uphold the will of the falling sun.

"I'm for reincarnation. ”

Yes, Han Xian didn't think about it, and his heart didn't prepare an answer, but this answer had already existed in his heart, saying great: 'I am the reincarnation of 200,000 souls,' and said small: 'I don't have to step into reincarnation too early.' ’

It can be said that none of these points are insignificant, and for the sake of one's own life, it is equally great.

Quiet.

Han Xian was absolutely static under the gaze of eighteen eyes, and his eyes were moving, and this stillness directly poked his backbone, his body was strong and unmoving, and his hands did not tremble at all.

The eyes were staring, and it was the people of the fish clan who were waiting for their explanations.

And his untrembling hand was raised, just to explain.

The robe and shirt were untied, revealing a scarred body, which also allowed the old man of the Fish Clan to see the Yin Gu in front of him clearly, and also let the old people see Han Xian's death clearly.

The blackness of his spine had already penetrated his skin, and the Grim Reaper had already followed Han Xian like a shadow, he was just hesitating when to give Han Xian the final blow.

"Good. ”

It's still the same sound, and this sound is still coming from the mouth of the Jutian patriarch.

"Han Xian, do you trust me?"

The eyes are chiseled, the meaning is scorching, and the patriarch of Jutian is pointing his eyes and asking his heart.

"I believe it. ”

This is his own 'grandfather,' in Han Xian's mind, the Jutian patriarch is the same as Grandpa Han Cheng in Yunshan, his own relatives, and his grandfather.

How can you not believe.

The eyes are still looking at the heart, the eyes of the Jutian patriarch are asking the heart, and at this moment, he is already directly reaching Han Xian's heart, this direct access is the star map that goes directly to Han Xian.

Mental strength, repair.

The fish people are the strongest.

The fish clan is the strongest of the Jutian patriarchs.

The star map is the most mysterious place for people, this place is absolutely their own, and others are not allowed to enter, and at this moment, Han Xian's letter made the Jutian Patriarch easily enter.

The chiseled gaze swept over the Dao tree of Han Xian's Eight Realms of the Wind Realm, listening to the sound of the leaves and the green shadow flying and dancing.

The scorching meaning, touched Han Xian, and was proud of the early sun, Rifeng, and Yiying Samsung, seeing the beauty of the light, and the chaos.

And at this moment, the strange eyes of the Jutian patriarch fell on the face of Han Xian's soul, and he said in his mouth: "Han Xian, you trust me?"

"I believe it. ”

The soul is the same as the body, and he is convinced of the Jutian Patriarch, and he is extremely sure that he will not be able to hurt him, under the Dao tree, Han Xian's eyes closed slightly.

In the star chart, it refers to the heart.

Xingtu Di, the Jutian Patriarch who was probing with a strong heart, his eyes were also gently closed, he was watching, to observe Han Xian's true heart and nature.

There are many people who have their minds disturbed.

Face.

What I saw was a face.

infatuation;

Rong Ruo, Qingyi's shadow is also in it, and there are tears in it.

Hot-blooded thoughts;

Regardless of Han Ning's, but he seems to be blurred into eternity, Wu Jitang's, where he is, he is still in one place, but Han Xian and him don't seem to see each other anymore.

There is hot blood, and there are tears of infatuation.

Life is rich, but this life is dense with dust in the eyes of the Jutian patriarch, if this is the case, then Qishui Land Han will have no chance.

Is it over?

Just when the Jutian Patriarch thought that it was over, he did find a trace of light in Han Xian's dusty heart, which was very small, and it should be said that it was hidden deeply.

See Hunting Heart.

In approaching, the patriarch of Jutian is digging deep, doing very close.

"Whew~~. ”

The old face was full of joy.

This is a passage, which should be understood as a very vague passage, and the fog of this passage is so thick that it is impossible to see the road ahead.

The Jutian patriarch groped for it.

In the passage, the fog is deep and blurry, but there is always a figure emerging in it, and it should be said that he is also groping, he is groping forward.

Who is he?

He is the master of this room.

In Han Xian's heart, of course, it can only be Han Xian.

The fog is bright white, and the person who is groping forward is the body that does not see a trace of dust, and he is moving forward in the groping, right in front of his eyes, and there is always a shadow.

When the patriarch of Jutian saw, he saw the mountains, and what he saw was water, and the water made fog, and the fog washed the mountains, and the mountains were leaves, and between the leaves were all kinds of appearances.

It's laughter, it's tears.

Laughing with tears and begging for return.

Where is that, that is the Yunshan that Han Xian hides in the bottom of his heart, where there is not a trace of dirt.

"That place must be beautiful, right?"

A groping person, asking another fumbling person.

"Beauty~~. ”

The obsessive answer of the groping man.