Wen Yiming didn't continue to bother Hou Er, and now Hou Er also has several disciples, strictly speaking, even disciples and grandchildren, and when he encounters Wen Yiming's level, he must be called an ancestor.

He hadn't been back to the instructor's house for many days, and before he entered the gate, he heard a lively sound, and the voice of one of the women was so familiar to him that he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Senior Brother Wen, I can't even recognize you anymore!"

As soon as Fang entered the door, Wen Yiming heard the familiar voice greeting him, quite crisp.

smiled slightly, nodded slightly at the middle-aged man next to the woman, and smiled at the woman: "Senior Sister Qingyan, I almost didn't recognize you." ”

The two are Yi Qingyan's father and daughter, and they came to Roaring Island when they went to the sea of clouds, and they already have their own residence on the island, and they have no intention of leaving.

This gathering is full of acquaintances from the past, and the specially custom-made large ring table is full of people, which makes Wen Yiming feel very comfortable, and his cultivation has reached this point, if there is no demon thing, he would like to stay on the island and get away from it.

Next to him is the fifth autumn cross, on the opposite side are several elders, Jiang Xian and Wen Ziyu couple, Zeng Tianyou and Wen Xiangtong are said to have been justified, Mingyuexin and Tongshan couple, Yiliang, and below them are pairs of dragon souls, but such as Dongfang Zhiyu, Shangguan Qingyao, Ling Qingping, Zhong Xiaoshan and other women are all gathered together.

The only fly in the ointment is that Wen Si and Wen Nian are missing, and he finally realized that he was far away from Tongshan Village, and his mother Jiang Xian missed him day and night.

Suddenly, he saw a strange phenomenon, Tong Qiang, who was the ultimate god of war, trembled slightly with a fish head, when did this thing become shy and awkward.

Secretly strange, the fish head fell into the cigarette bowl next to Yiqing, the latter was silent, and pinched the smirking Tong Qiang under the table with his left hand, this action was captured by Wen Yiming, who had no professional ethics, with concentration, smiled cheaply, raised his wine glass, squeezed his brows towards Tong Qiang, and said meaningfully: "Come, brother, let's go!" ”

He thought he had discovered something, and he was despised by everyone afterwards, and he was the last one in the audience to know, when he and Hou Er worked day and night to study and remake the Mu Ling Suo, the two sides had already met their parents, that was above board, and he was still vaguely congratulated by Chao Tongqiang, and it was normal for him not to be despised as an instructor, and he simply didn't care about the lifelong happiness of his subordinates.

Wen Yiming, who grew up in contempt all the way, naturally ignored it, and calmly accepted tons of verbal attacks from all of you, so everyone was happy.

After the party, Wen Yiming went to the area of the Howling Moon Wolf Emperor at night, and stayed in the sky for a long time, he sensed that the Howling Moon Wolf Emperor was still asleep, the deep and thin breath was almost imperceptible, but it seemed extremely thick, he knew that it would not be long before the Howling Moon Wolf Emperor would wake up.

A few days later, there was still no news from Puluo City and Peerless Peak, Wen Yiming didn't want to wait any longer, and decided to take the remaining dragon souls to the south, and the Cold Stone Cave of Shuangcheng Peak had to be explored.

Stepping on the Howling Moon Boat, standing on the wide, thick, and super-textured deck, everyone looks down on the Roaring Island below.

The roaring island, which has grown several times in size, is like a strange peak rising from a glacial lake, and now it has become a magnificent and majestic trend, although the wind god banana planted around it is not long, but it has survived, and the soil under the roots of the Zixia holy tree is evenly sprinkled on the island, and they can sense that the air on the entire island is producing subtle changes, although it is difficult to experience, but with the passage of time, it will become more and more obvious.

"Let's go!"

Wen Yiming whispered, the Howling Moon Divine Boat flew towards the locked direction in the induction, and everyone waved goodbye to the crowd looking up below, but they didn't feel that the Howling Moon Divine Boat was gradually accelerating, which showed how stable the flight was.

After turning the two portals of the Northern Frontier and the Western Regions to reach the south, as soon as Fang walked out of the portal, they disguised as ordinary people felt unbearable scorching, and the heat under their feet almost made them jump.

"Damn, the magma is about to spread to the Deserted Mountains!"

Cui Lang sighed, looking at the slowly flowing magma close at hand in front of him, the sense of propulsion was extremely strong, and countless tens of thousands of catties of boulders continued to move and roll under its flow, as light as nothing.

Wen Yiming breathed in the scorching air, shook his head and said, "If you want to come to the south to support in the future, you can only cross the Locked Heaven Sea on both sides, how much time will this waste." ”

Everyone was silent, not everyone was like them, they could take the Howling Moon Divine Boat, and even if there was no portal, they could quickly reach the place they wanted to go.

Entering the south, they were not using the Howling Moon Divine Boat, and in order to avoid attracting attention, they didn't even use the ordinary Wood Spirit Shuttle, and walked on foot, going in and out of the most remote places, approaching the Twin Cities Peak.

They had to be careful, according to Wen Yiming's inference, Shu Jianfeng was very likely to have awakened all the memories of the Demon King Gang Xuan, and if so, he would definitely return to Shuangcheng Peak to retrieve the ancient cold stone.

Even if he didn't fully awaken his memory, he believed that it wasn't far off, and he had heard Farma and Zane speculate that Shu Jianfeng might choose to cultivate the Nine Lives Demon Shadow of the Evil Codex, and with his understanding of Shu Jianfeng, he agreed very much, even if it was himself, he would definitely be the first choice for the Nine Lives Demon Shadow.

Stable development in survival, this is what they have in common.

In this way, he has reason to believe that as the place where Shu Jianfeng started, Shuangcheng Peak must have his doppelganger.

He hadn't forgotten the last time he met Shu Yi in the Creative Arts Pavilion, just inferred from that part, he felt the horror of Shu Jianfeng.

Now that he has been soaked in the knowledge of the temple collection, he has a deep understanding of both the Resentful Code and the Demon Martial Arts, and it is even more exaggerated to say that with the Soul Stealing Scroll, the Book Spirit, and the Oracle Eyes, the world's martial arts cannot escape his eyes.

You must hide your identity, and you can't let the doppelganger of Shuangcheng Peak find out and startle the snake.

After passing through Mingyang City, Wen Yiming asked the Dragon Soul to go to the Boiling Wine Peak opposite Shuangcheng Peak and other news, the current Shuangcheng faction has a God of War clone, and it is easy to expose too many people, and he is not here to fight for revenge.

After the separation, he walked alone, Wen Yiming, who was dressed in disguise, completely shielded his breath, and passed through the nearest town to Shuangcheng Peak like an ordinary person.

Dozens of miles later, passing by several smoking farmers, Wen Yiming walked silently, inadvertently remembering his previous days in Tongshan Village.

Next to a T-junction, a simple tea house was almost broken, and it was quite deserted, but an old man with a slumped body was still insisting on business, Wen Yiming glanced sideways, and continued to rush towards Shuangcheng Peak like an ordinary person.

Suddenly, Wen Yiming paused slightly, and then pulled the straw hat on his head down slightly, and walked towards the ugly teahouse.

"Uncle, have you eaten?"

Wen Yiming looked up at the shed with many big holes, walked straight into the house, ignored the old man's slight frown, and chose the most remote seat to sit down, and said, "A pot of wine with some simple dishes can be served." ”

The old man moved his ears without a trace, looked outside, stopped talking, and finally took a slight breath and turned around and walked into the back kitchen.

(End of chapter)