There is no external help, and there is no wind to run the exercises. The www.biquge.info of Pen, Fun, and Pavilion was so badly injured that he even had a long time to die. It was the moonlight that shrouded his body like the moonlight, which not only guarded him from being pulled away by the suction from the deep pool, but also kept the vitality of the wind. The moonlight entered Shengfeng's body like vitality, making Shengfeng's vitality unprecedentedly vigorous, and the wounds on his body were unbelievably healed.

Although this process is slow, the effect is real, not only to maintain the vitality of Shengfeng, but also to nourish the body of Frost Shengfeng, and after all the wounds on Shengfeng's body are healed, it is so natural to wake up. It was as if he had just had a long and chaotic dream, and although he had lost so much blood in his body before, he still sat up as effortlessly as he did every morning, as if he had forgotten about his injury, and his body did not feel too much discomfort, nor did he feel a weakness that could affect his movements.

The water vapor in the belly of the mountain is thick, only three or four meters away from the puddle, the clothes on the body are a little damp, and the belly of the mountain, which only has a very weak light when you open your eyes, is only slightly stronger than reaching out and not seeing your fingers, but you can't see the details. Spreading out the divine sense, a touch of joy appeared in the expression of the wind that could not be concealed, not only can he use his soul power, but his divine sense has more than doubled compared to the previous time he came to Wanghaifeng, and he was a little uncomfortable with such an unexpected joy, he raised his hand and checked it on his body, his clothes were torn, and there was more than one place, but he did not find a wound. Standing up suspiciously, if Shengfeng is not a fool's dream, it means that he seems to be really stronger than before, and his body can feel the strength galloping in his body while moving, not to mention anything else, Shengfeng is already confident that he can now beat the little master of Kumei's own seal, as for Sting, they are not a problem.

Why did this happen after being injured, Sheng Feng couldn't understand it for a while, and he also broke off the idea of going to Sting and them for revenge, and his expression returned to his usual indifference.

The spacious space in the belly of the mountain is only six or seven meters in circumference, not a regular shape, and there are low horns beside it, and there is no trace of human action, so that it looks like a few huge boulders that are not seen to be the space left after being crowded together. The space becomes narrower and narrower the higher it goes, and at the very top, all that remains is a twisted and chaotic gap that is squeezed together. There was nothing in the empty belly of the mountain, no plants, no signs of wild animal activity, only a watering hole a few meters in size that seemed to be relatively calm.

Sheng Feng couldn't figure out how he got here, and there was only one possibility that he was killed by someone after he was injured. In the Golden Sword Alliance, especially in Wanghai Peak, there are only a handful of people who may be able to save him, who will it be?

Only then did this idea come to mind, when the mind was neutral, it was as if a door was blown open by the wind, and some memories of the picture were pulled by the consciousness of the wind and poured out of the crack in that door. The amount of memory images was extremely large, and the door was suddenly squeezed open. The open door of the cave still could not meet the explosive passage of such a huge memory, so the door was constantly enlarged, until the door and all obstacles disappeared completely, the memories that were probably closed in that space in the past merged with the memories of living in the valley for six or seven years, and Shengfeng's eyes showed a trace of confusion, and he couldn't tell for a while those that already belonged to him.

The pictures that poured into his memory were as vast as stars, although they were broken and chaotic, but they firmly grasped Shengfeng's mind at the first time, and they seemed to have seen it in a dream before, and that familiar feeling made Shengfeng's breathing no longer smooth, and it also made Shengfeng unable to resist at all, and it was almost exhausted after maintaining seven years of calmness before he could barely suppress the surging tide in his heart.

Shengfeng didn't want to continue to indulge in memories that he still couldn't figure out, so he had to distract himself with other things. In the belly of the mountain, it is only possible to see clearly by relying on the divine sense, and the wind swirling here from time to time is enough to prove that there must be an exit to communicate with the outside world. In the corner of this space, Shengfeng found a stone crack less than a meter high and only about a foot wide, and a trace of breeze passed through, and the soul did not warn of danger, and Shengfeng burrowed in.

Walking like a small beast through the narrow stone crevices in the belly of the mountain, the terrain under your feet is high and low, and there is rarely a chance to straighten up, and the time seems quite long. I haven't been able to see the bright skylight, I can already straighten my waist, and I can see the sky above my head to know that the time is already late at night, and I remember that the three of them appeared on Wanghai Peak with Xiaocheng or the morning when the sky was bright. Xiao Cheng and they should have integrated into Wanghaifeng and returned to the Golden Sword Alliance, the purpose of this trip has been achieved, and they can be regarded as having an explanation for the bitter sister. Everyone has their own choices, and Shengfeng is not going to judge their choices, and at the same time, he is not prepared to go to them again.

Shengfeng has another concern in his heart. His soul power had improved in a way that Shengfeng could hardly believe, and his body was gently blowing through the valley like a wisp of wind. In the mountains and forests behind the Golden Knife Villa, which had been walking alone for several years, the divine consciousness of the wind was released I don't know how far away, so far that I couldn't see the specific distance.

Since waking up in the belly of the mountain, Sheng Feng has found that there have been too many changes in his body, and it is understandable that his soul power has become stronger, including his divine sense. And there are more things that Shengfeng doesn't understand, in terms of understanding at the moment, to put it simply, if Shengfeng was a simple person who didn't have much experience before coming to Wanghaifeng, he grew up in the valley, although he grew up a little bit like an adult, in fact, he was only about eight years old, then now Shengfeng doesn't know what kind of changes have happened in the belly of the mountain, and he has become an extremely complex person. The so-called complexity is not in his temperament, but in the fact that there are many more things in his memory, and now he has only figured out a scale and half a claw, and the rest is still waiting for him to slowly sort out and unearth.

And what Sheng Feng was concerned about at the moment was the brightest and most understood memory highlights that appeared in his memory, like stars in the sky. The scope of the divine consciousness released became larger, and standing at the foot of Ershan Mountain, he could almost let the divine consciousness cover the large mountain forest that he had been walking all day long. Shengfeng traveled through the mountains and forests at the same speed as the wind for a long time, and he wanted to find the old man of Tianji, but he walked in several directions and found nothing.

The old man of Tianji was one of the most important people who rushed through the door from the depths of his memory and entered Shengfeng's memory. Different from the original memories of Shengfeng, the memories of the old man of Tianji are now as vast as a sea of clouds, but it is indescribable that it is just a sentence of abundance. It's just that Shengfeng's memory is still a little incomplete, and he can't find the old man Tianji, so he can't sort out those broken memories immediately.

"Was it really that badly hurt?"

Sheng Feng still remembers the frail appearance of the old man Tianji when he broke up after the last time they met him and implanted his soul power. Sheng Feng felt pain in his heart, because he didn't find the old man Tianji, and he couldn't help but worry about the old man Tianji.

Sheng Feng also thought of those thin vines, if there was anyone here who would lend a helping hand to him in a critical moment, it would be the only one who controlled the thin vines.

"Changsheng, is that you? Come out and see me! ”

The sound of the wind resounded in the mountains and forests in spite of the dead of night, and the guards in the mountains and forests had withdrawn, but only a few birds flew away, and after a while, no one had heard a response.

The "immortal" that poured into Shengfeng's memory was just a person's name, and the content related to this name was still drowned in the torrent of memories to be further discovered, as if it was habitually shouted out of this name. If it was really Changsheng, Sheng Feng was eager to see what Changsheng was like, whether Changsheng controlled those thin vines to appear in his life.

Searching for the old people was fruitless. Is that a feeling of loneliness? Sheng Feng looked around blankly, because the memories in his mind made his heart empty, and these memories were unknown for this reason, which made his soul power more than double that before he was injured, and at the same time added to his tiredness. Sheng Feng decided to give up, those memories had been sealed in his mind for several years, so why force this time? Sheng Feng believes that when those memories are calm in his mind, some things will naturally surface, and what he should think about will naturally become clear.

Sheng Feng didn't intend to stay in the mountains and forests anymore to force anything, and his body turned into an ethereal shadow and disappeared into the mountains and forests. It was a valley when it reappeared. Sister-in-law Wang's family is still the same, as if the change of the leader of the Golden Sword Alliance has nothing to do with them, their life has not gotten better, and it has not gotten worse. Passing in front of Wang's sister-in-law's house and walking forward twenty or thirty meters away, Shengfeng stopped his steps in disbelief. If it weren't for relying on Wang's sister-in-law's house to determine the location, and seeing Wang's sister-in-law's family with his divine sense, Sheng Feng would really suspect that he was in the wrong place.

There were no wooden houses, which had been reduced to ashes in the fire, and there were no ashes, and the few beams that had not been burned were gone, only a fairly flat open space. Who has cleaned the ashes of the wooden house, but I am afraid that if a few more rains fall, it will be difficult to find traces of the existence of the wooden house. Sheng Feng couldn't think of anyone who did this.

The memories of the wooden house had been mixed with the flood of memories that had flooded into my mind, and it had only been a few months before it seemed a dream. In a trance, Shengfeng noticed that there were two coldness on his cheeks. Raised the back of his hand and dipped it, it was tears. Stunned, I couldn't think of why I was crying. Tears are rare in my memory, and even if they can be found, they are a long time ago.

Why do tears appear at this moment when you stand in front of the ruins of the wooden house? Could it be that this is the root of the deepest concern in his heart that has been entrenched in his soul for months, which will influence his emotions from time to time and make his soul feel depressed?

Sheng Feng shook his head and shook off his tears, but the haze in his soul that left and right his mood could not be shaken off together, nor was he able to let go of a long-cherished wish in his heart.

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