"——! Jin"

"Brother Feng!~"

"——! Jin"

"Brother Feng!~"

...... Everyone in the Poison Sect looked at each other, and they saw each other as brothers, and the touching scene became so joyful for some reason.

No matter what others think, Feng Jin is really excited and crying at this time, and after two days of wandering, he feels that his safety has always been empty.

Although Ma Monroe's existence gave him a certain sense of security, it wasn't until he met Feng that he completely lost that feeling.

Countless conflicts from childhood to adulthood, it was Feng who was the first to rush to the front and find a place for himself, although the two often laughed and played, but the brotherhood in their hearts was irreplaceable.

Feng took the protection of Feng Jin for granted, and Feng Jin was also accustomed to Feng Jin's protection, as if as long as Feng was there, any danger was not danger.

The two rushed towards each other, and soon hugged each other, and Feng Jin was caught on the ground by one of his bears, rolling a few times.

"Ah Jin, Lao Tzu wants to kill you, why are you going!" Feng got up and punched him heavily, his eyes flushed.

"It's hard to say, Brother Feng, I want to kill you too!By the way, what about Grandpa Meng?" Feng Jin was excited, and wondered.

Feng waved his hand and said: "We just arrived at Daizong Mountain and went directly to Daizongtai, before a square-faced governor found us and told us your whereabouts, Meng Lao heard that you were fine, so let me come to you first, he went to deal with some things." ”

Feng Jin nodded when he heard this, they were all found anyway, and Meng Lao also knew where they were, and he would definitely come to look for them after finishing things, so there was no need to worry.

"Eh, what about a dream?" Feng Jin suddenly thought of this ghost beast boy, why didn't he come with him.

Feng couldn't help crying and laughing when he heard this: "That thing really has two brushes, and there were many nobles on the Dai Sect platform that day talking about 'going into wine'."

After he arrogantly admitted that he wrote it, he made a poem 'Wangyue' with the theme of Daizong Mountain, which simply fascinated the nobles on the Daizong platform.

In the end, the goods were personally taken to the literary gathering by the Lord of Daizhou's Flawed Country, and went directly to Yuefeng. ”

Feng Jin took the piece of rice paper that Feng took out from the wardrobe, looked at it fixedly, and read softly:

"Wangyue

How is Dai Zongfu?

Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk.

Swing your chest and give birth to Zeng Yun, and decide to return to the bird.

It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance!

it! Absolutely never, absolutely absolutely! How did this man's brain grow out?

Ma Monroe and the people of the Poison Sect were also curious to watch the poems written on this rice paper, and in the end, without exception, they were all dumbfounded and speechless.

It will be the top of the mountain, at a glance, just by this sentence, the name of Daizong Mountain will once again be praised between the nine continents in the world!

The song that will enter the wine on the day of the dream is already a shocking poem, and the speed of transmission is faster than they are in a hurry, and now the Daizhou literary world has been frantically spreading this poem, and even the real bigwigs on the Daizong stage are discussing it, which is enough to take a peek at the leopard.

Now "will enter the wine" not to mention that the residual temperature is still there, and it has not even completely bloomed, and another song "Wangyue" is released, dreaming that one day this is going to take off, he is far from the clouds, I'm afraid he only has to consider which foot to take!

Feng Mou looked at everyone's shocked looks, and couldn't help but say, "Everyone, it's already dusk, let's find a tent to settle down in." There is wine and meat here, all of which are supplied free of charge, and we will talk while drinking, wouldn't it be happy!"

When everyone heard this, they all agreed, and they all went to the tents to settle down, these tents have multiple tents and single tents, for the forces that came to participate in the martial arts competition, it is definitely enough.

Along the way, they also met with the people of the Poison Sect, and there was no obstacle to talking, so everyone was not embarrassed, and they found a guest tent to enter.

At this moment, there are only a few people in the Sun Peak, most of them are still the responsible personnel of the court, Feng directly picked up more than a dozen altars of Chaolu with a long stick, and under the unkind gaze of the ministers, he returned to their tent in a hurry.

"The dish has been ordered, come on, let's drink first!" Feng Mou waved the ten altars of morning dew into the tent and said with a big grin.

Wine is a good thing, and when everyone pushes the glass and changes the lamp, talks and laughs, the feelings are invisibly brought a lot closer.

After three rounds and three rounds, Feng looked at Feng Jin, who was holding Ma Monroe's little hand with a smirk, and listened to their stories along the way, a little crying and laughing.

I don't know if Ma Monroe is a little afraid of Feng or what, since she saw Feng, she has become that gentle and intellectual charming girl again, sitting next to Feng Jin with a blushing face, honestly being held by him, and she doesn't have the momentum of the little witch with her teeth and claws before.

Feng looked at the two of them with deep meaning, and after a long time, he still raised his bowl to congratulate: "Ah Jin, since you have made this decision, then the brother can only bless you."

Ma Monroe is a good girl, don't lose others, when are you going to give someone a name and return to Qing'an City?"

Feng Jin heard the words and smirked again, and said: "If the ancestral environment is okay, it will be in the ancestral land, and the trouble will be saved, hehehe......"

As soon as these words came out, the girl on the side suddenly turned red from her neck to her cheeks, as if she was about to drip blood, and her head was about to be buried under the table.

Even Feng didn't expect that he, a rookie brother, would not make a move, and it would not be too surprising if he made a move.

He thought that he would at least return to Qing'an City, after all, Feng Jin had grown up in Qing'an City since he was a child, and the ancestral land was unfamiliar with life, so he didn't know what it looked like.

"Okay, you're a pervert, shouldn't you be a close to Zhu who is red and close to ink is black, and Nan Ge'er Meng has been in contact for a long time, and his style of acting has also been affected!" Feng punched Feng Jin in the chest and scolded with a smile.

The latter held Ma Monroe's hand with a red face at this time, and said calmly: "What, don't you want to think about how old I am, ordinary people have been married since they were twelve or thirteen years old, and at my age, other people's children will play soy sauce." ”

At this time, Wan Buqi interjected with a wicked smile: "This statement is quite reasonable, but Brother Jin, you are not a family of ordinary people, your family is big, so you are in such a hurry, are you afraid that your family will not agree?"

Feng Mou was thoughtful when he heard this, Feng Jin's cheeks turned red, and he coughed lightly: "Then what is there to disagree with, man, what's wrong with three wives and four concubines." ”

Feng Mou's eyes froze when he heard this, he looked at Feng Jin in some surprise, and hesitated: "Ah Jin, you don't look like a person who can say such things, it is good for a man to have three wives and four concubines, but after all, you have to divide into one concubine, Ping, and side, should you ...... it?"

Feng Jin looked at Feng's eyes, lowered his head a little weakly, raised his bowl and prevaricated: "Come and drink, don't talk about this, it's too early to say." ”

Feng couldn't help but be angry when he saw this, this younger brother who grew up together since childhood, he couldn't understand it anymore, and he couldn't hide anything from him in his heart.

At this time, Ma Monroe felt a strangeness, looking at Feng's joyless and sad eyes, he keenly noticed that a flash of edge flashed in his eyes, his small mouth opened slightly, and he lowered his head a little overwhelmed.

Just when the atmosphere between the two was delicate, Feng Jin suddenly hugged Feng's neck and said slightly drunk: "Brother Feng, drink, don't you know, I've been worried for the past two days, and I'm uncomfortable." ”

Feng retracted his gaze when he heard this, sighed and said: "Alas, why am I not, I and Meng Lao searched the entire gallop for dozens of miles, if it wasn't for Tian'er to find that Xiaoxiao in that forest, we might still be looking for you over there." ”

Feng Jin was moved for a while when he heard this, and blamed himself: "It's me who is careless, I rely too much on Meng Lao, and I always feel that as long as Meng Lao is in his own safety, he doesn't need to think about it."

I didn't know until now that no matter how strong Meng Lao is, it is easy to dodge hidden arrows with open guns, and it is difficult to prevent them, I will pay attention in the future, no matter what time it is, I will keep a vigilant heart!"

"Yes, walking the rivers and lakes, there are all kinds of birds when the forest is big, compared to the battlefield where real swords and guns fight, the rivers and lakes are a place of right and wrong. Wan Bu also knew what happened to Feng Jin, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion at this time.

Sect Master Wan Junli of the Poison Sect also nodded and sighed at this time: "Little boy, in life, there are always all kinds of accidents.

Compared with the mystical and psychedelic novels written by novelists, reality is actually the most unreasonable and illogical.

In those mystical and psychic novels, the general fought bloody battles in all directions, and Ma Ge was shrouded in corpses and died.

After all, it is not as good as the real general's bloody battle of thousands of troops and horses, but on the way back to his hometown, he was crushed to death by a boulder rolling down from the mountain.

Reality, much more absurd than fiction.

After all, fiction needs logic, but reality doesn't, hahahahaha!"