Sigh on the river.

Xia Ji watched the jade coffin shatter, although his brain was blank, he instinctively quickly pinched the seal.

The Spirit Emperor, the three mudras on his right hand, and the three freeze frames, are to communicate with all things, and these things naturally include the bubble phantom that is now scattered.

Even he was almost moist at that moment.

Hope arises and is dashed, and there is nothing more painful in the world than this.

But he has quickly stabilized:

"Let me ask you quietly, what's wrong with the jade coffin?"

He was clear, so the loose bubbles could be understood.

"It's broken, it's broken. ”

"Well, it's hard to fix. ”

"It's long past the last use, so we can go back to our hometown. ”

"Huh, you bad thing, where are you going to?"

"Wow wow, where is this, why is it so bright..."

The gibberish words exploded in an instant, and many words were said on top of each other, but Xia Ji could understand it.

"Can you get together again? Or rather, how can we fix it?"

The elves shouted:

"Hey, hey, hey, it's up to heaven. ”

"One, two, three, four, five, which one else wants to be together?"

"Fly, fly, fly. ”

"Fly solo!"

"Double Fly!"

"Three Fly!"

"Take me, lalala. ”

"Why do you want to fix it?"

Hearing a reliable voice, Xia Ji said: "Because there is a person who is very important to me, I need this jade coffin." ”

"Oh. ”

"Oh, la, la..."

The flying debris of the jade coffin flew into the sky and drifted away, and the voice also asked casually, and forgot about it after asking.

Xia Ji's expression was calm, and he put his fingers in the cage of square inches.

Ghost Emperor - The cage of all things.

"Bring them back. ”

After the calm sound, the direction of the wind and snow in the sky suddenly changed, no longer in a single direction, but like a fishing net, it retracted and wrapped up the flying debris.

Soon, the jade coffin debris returned.

After some exchanges, Xia Ji probably understood:

This jade coffin is probably indeed the Shennong jade coffin, but it has been used many times because of its magical function, after all, the loss of the mythological era is too great, and the owner of the jade coffin can't withstand the seven aunts and eight aunts of the powerful people to say hello...

The reason why this jade coffin fell into the sighing river of the world is only because "all the energy is exhausted", and the original powerful healing effect is no longer there, so in the repeated battles in the mythological era, this jade coffin fell off, and no immortals came to look for it.

Otherwise, where would it have stayed in the River of Sighs for so long?

Bai Pu knows the information.

Know the information yourself.

So, don't you know about some other powerful reincarnation in the human world?

I know not to look for it, it's because... This jade coffin is useless!!

Perhaps the evil spirit that breeds at the bottom of the river is its entire surplus value.

Xia Ji raised his left hand, and the Yin and Yang Vortex of the Great Yuan Emperor quickly absorbed the evil spirit, it should not exist in the first place, and it was doing evil on the river, and it knew too much.

The ghast turned into aura and entered his primordial spirit, and then entered the sun spirit pattern, which slightly moistened the huge loss he had just had.

Yi Nian returned to the Mud Pill Palace of the Kunlun Little Sword Emperor.

The flames burned, and the flame of life rekindled the body, causing the temporarily sealed body to move.

The little village girl watched her husband grasp the long sword at his waist, got up silently, and sat on the bow of the awning boat.

Despite the cold, he looked up at the heavy snow, but his expression was full of calm.

"Husband..."

The little village girl shouted with some concern, "It's cold outside." ”

But the swordsman is a mute, he can't speak.

Therefore, the little village girl grabbed the umbrella, ran to the bow of the boat, rubbed her little hands, squatted beside him, and held up the most common black oil-paper umbrella in the countryside to cover him from the wind and snow.

This companionship is a night.

The swordsman looked up at the white sky, and the picture in front of him slowly changed, and some memories were in front of him:

..

..

"Xiao Ji, Bai Pu, go home for dinner. ”

With a sweet smile, the girl stood in front of the door in the sunset with a plaid gown, her hands still white with flour, and her long hair hanging down gently and delicately behind her.

It seemed that the two stinky boys didn't respond, she stepped on her feet again, expanded her hands into horns, and shouted in an amplified voice, "Xiaoji, Bai Pu..."

The sound spread, and the two boys who were competing in martial arts looked at each other, then turned and ran back.

...

The demon concubine who fell into the city walked into the palace with a group of palace masters, walked to her side, and asked everyone coldly:

"My brother sincerely came to the school palace to study, are you just snubbing him like this?"

...

In the afternoon sun, she baked small muffins and cooked medicinal food for herself.

Day after day of idleness.

...

"I look up to others, but people may not look up to me. ”

"If I can't look at you, I'll blind her eyes! If I can't see you, this eyeball is not in vain!"

...

"I'm fine, you see, isn't it okay?"

...

"I want to see your child, I want to see you at ease, safe and sound..."

...

"This era is changing, this vicissitudes of life, we don't have anything to do with it, we will live our own good or not... I don't want you to change, I'm just your brother, I don't want you to pick up a butcher knife, I... You wouldn't have murdered me before..."

...

Returning to the world is like a world away.

Xia Ji suddenly looked at the girl beside him.

Meng Po can obviously do it without getting her clothes wet in the wind and snow, but at this moment, she didn't use even a little internal force, just like an ordinary girl.

With an umbrella, accompany you.

Joy or sorrow.

are all so quietly accompanied.

Feeling the lord's head sideways, Meng Po pursed her lips and showed a hint of a smile.

The swordsman patted her on the shoulder and motioned for her to get into the canopy and not freeze.

The little village girl hesitated for a long time, but still obediently handed the oil-paper umbrella to the swordsman, turned around and went to the tent herself, and then looked at him worriedly.

She knew how much damage the destruction of Shennong's jade coffin had done to the Lord, but he was the Lord, and he would be fine.

The canopy boat lost its direction and floated aimlessly on the River of Sighs.

The next morning, it was down a tributary to the shore.

There is a small fishing village on the shore, and the smoke of the cooking stove rises in the snowflakes.

The little village girl looked like the forehead of the ship-bow swordsman, but it was piping hot, she hurriedly took him into the tent, took off her thick cotton jacket, wrapped him, and then went to the fishing village with an umbrella to buy a hot fish soup, and hurried back.

The people of the fishing village are also warm-hearted, although this kind of independent small village is very xenophobic, but the fisherman who sells the fish pond thinks that the little village girl is really kind...

The fisherman's mother-in-law believed in Buddhism, and when she heard that the girl's husband had a fever, and saw that she was not wearing a cotton jacket, she directly took a flower cotton jacket and gave it to her, and then called Lang Zhong in the village, and said with a big grin, "Go and help him see a disease, this day is cold, and the fever is not cured."

(End of chapter)