Chapter Seventy-One: The Hui Clan

On the coast of the North Sea, a cold wind blows. The breath of early winter has penetrated into everyone's lungs, and the breath they exhale has taken on a layer of white mist.

Gen Kun and Feng Qingfang knelt at the feet of Xunfeng and Feng Wumian, and cried timidly: "Childe, Brother Wumian, I'm sorry. ”

"Let's go to the Nine Divisions and take Ah Yan back. ”

Feng Wumian waved his hand: "It's up to you, I'll slap you to death!" If something happens to Ah Yan, I'll throw you two into the dark abyss at the bottom of the forbidden region of the North Sea to feed the fish." ”

Feng Qing said wildly: "Brother Sleepless, the god of fire is Ah Yan's uncle, he just wants to use him to threaten you and Gongzi, and if he can't see him, he will definitely hurt Ah Yan......"

"Do you think Ah Yan is you! He is Xunfeng's child, and you know what he has done to his other brothers for the position of Emperor of Heaven!"

Feng Qingfang whispered: "But he ...... It never hurts a child. ”

"Feng Xiaojiao, who are you talking for?" Feng Wumian pointed at Xunfeng Dao, "Do you still have this master of your family in your eyes?"

"Okay, don't make any noise. Xunfeng turned his eyes to Qingbai.

Feng Wumian felt that he had lost his temper just now because of Ah Yan's incident.

Xunfeng and Feng Sleepless walked in front of Qingbai. Biqiu was already lying in a jade coffin, this was originally a good cold jade ice coffin built by the former master of Beihai for himself, which had been sunk in the forbidden land of Beihai, but he didn't expect that this ice coffin was used on Biqiu. Thinking of this, Bei Ming Lu Kun couldn't help but feel sad, and the corners of his eyes, which had just been dried by the sea breeze, were moist again at this moment.

Xunfeng saluted and said, "Priest, take care." ”

Qingbai sorted out Biqiu's clothes, and didn't look at Xunfeng: "Fengshen should go to Heaven as soon as possible to rescue your child." ”

Xunfeng also saluted Lu Kun next to the coffin, then took Feng Wumian's hand and turned around and walked towards the far coast. Gen Kun and Feng Qingfang also got up and followed.

didn't take a few steps, Feng Wumian took off Xunfeng's hand, ran to Qingbai's side, pinched her hand and said, "Sister Qingbai, I ......"

Qingbai straightened Feng Wumian's hair that was blown by the sea breeze, and said, "Wumian, although you are the reincarnation spirit of my Yin Yang Clan's son, you don't live like it at all. ”

Feng Wumian and his party rolled down tears: "Sister Qingbai, you haven't told me about the Hanyang Priest yet." ”

Qingbai sighed and said: "His life is short, and he is not happy, he lost his mother at an early age, he suffered from the war between the two clans in his childhood, and he lost his father. It's better not to talk about these unhappy things. ”

"Will we meet again?"

"Let it be. Qingbai took the hat handed over by Bai Xiu'er and put it on his head, "Let's go, don't let Fengshen wait." ”

Feng Wumian saluted to Ah Rou, Yu Luoshen and others, and walked over to Xunfeng, who was waiting for him in the distance.

Bai Xiu'er threw herself into Qingbai's arms and cried: "Sister Qingbai, I can't bear you!"

Qingbai smiled lightly and said: "Xiu'er has found someone who loves him now, and when he marries into a human fishing village in the future, we can be regarded as close neighbors, and you can come to see me at any time." ”

Bai Xiu'er wiped her tears: "Then we said okay, you can't go back." ”

"It's getting late, and it's time for me to hit the road. Qingbai took out the night pearl formed by Kun scales and Peng tears from the spirit gathering bag, "Ah Rou, you give it to the wind and sleepless, he will definitely go to the netherworld in the future, and when the time comes, he will be able to solve the poison of the wind of the people of the quicksand country." ”

Ah Rou took the spirit bag: "Sister Qingbai, take care of yourself." ”

Bei Ming Lu Kun looked at Biqiu lying in the ice coffin, and tears flowed down one after another.

Qingbai got into the carriage, and with a whip, a puff of sand and dust was raised, and when the wind passed, the carriage was already far away. Only then did the North Shadow Road Kun cry.

Yu Luo Shen stopped him in his arms and comforted: "If you are sad, cry out, and it will be better to cry." ”