"It seems that our boss Qian is quite fond of these juggling, but I don't know if this fashion has a child?" Meng Chang stroked his beard and asked. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Yes, it's the black baby that the gang bought cheaply from the town, named Feng Buao, it is said that our Tang town lord was still very favored by this son back then, but at that time the bandits attacked, and the little Huangkou child was afraid that he would not be able to survive his life.

Otherwise, our Tang Town Lord would not have specially sent four town guards, and also used immortal magic powers to protect the burial place of that group, and there have been one or two flights over there in the past few years, and even one more recently, which is obviously a pity. ”

As soon as his words fell, Wang Haisi slapped the case heavily, "There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, it's him, come on!" ”

Before Zheng Qian and the two of them could speak again, the ghost had already flashed down, "Young Master." ”

"Dispatch twenty sword masters, go to Haizhen quickly, the things of the year will be clear, if you are not arrogant in the wind, bring it back to Ben Shao immediately, you can use it strong."

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In a certain valley, by the lake, the wind is not arrogant Looking at the reflection in the water, the little face with three more leaves in the center of the eyebrows has a mysterious feeling, but at this time some eyes are about to split.

He finally became an immortal when he got his wish, but the big gray was killed by the damned female thief...

It would not be alone if he buried the ashes in the hut, but he would be afraid, so Feng Buao decided to take it back to the cave, where the lake in the valley had many stories about him and the cowardly bear.

"Big Ash, I will definitely resurrect you..."After a long time, Feng Buao finally couldn't help crying, picking up the porcelain altar placed next to him and groping, his little face twisted in pain.

At the time of Shen, it was overcast, and it seemed that it would rain soon.

Feng Buao had already cried so much that he had no strength to cry again, and at this time, he was lying on his back by the lake with a sense of powerlessness up and down, holding the porcelain altar tightly with both hands.

From the wooden house to the present, he only has a wound in his heart, and when he didn't get it, he thought about it day and night, but after getting it, he really had the idea of committing suicide.

Hearing the hope of resurrecting Fengshang and others and the big ash, he was a little happy that he couldn't find the north, and he could even kowtow to Tang Gong, who had hated him for three or four years!

But in order to be promoted to be able to resurrect them, the time required is thousands of years, and now there is a big ash, to no big ash, originally bent on revenge and self-isolation in the wooden house, but just got the good news that the resurrection of the elders is hopeful, but the thousands of years of grinding pain, so that he lost the big ash, walked into the forest again, and returned to the lonely He was deeply powerless and desperate!

It can be two days, Feng Buao has thought about it a lot, if he can, he is willing to have nothing, and even willing to live today without tomorrow, he just wants to be accompanied by the living fashion and the big gray again, and even to scold him, beat him or even kill him!

Feng Shang and the others were afraid of Tang Gong's realm monk power, and chose an extreme way to tell Feng Bu that they loved him and that he was their hope.

But the deceased may not have expected that Feng Buao would be like this......

The rain really began to fall, from a bits of stars to a downpour in an instant.

Feng Buao untied his belt, took off his coat to cover the big ash, and lay back in place, still hugging the big ash tightly...

The rain quickly blurred his eyes, he didn't deliberately close them, he was tormenting in the ethereal pain that penetrated deep into his soul, and the discomfort of his body was so numb that he had forgotten it.

The surrounding grass was soaked, and under the pouring rain, a lot of mud stained his body. Soon, the lake rose and flooded to his chin.

He finally moved, sat up stiffly like a puppet, and slowly tilted his head and opened his mouth wide; But the endless grief inside no longer made any sound from the mouth, only the heart-rending breath of the mouth was drowned in the pouring rain......

After a long time, his lips had begun to turn black, and many fish in the lake surfaced with big bellies, reaching out and touching the bearskin bag, and there was only a little bit of Yang Water left, if there was a next time, he would undoubtedly die under the poison of Shura.

The downpour that lasted for half an hour finally stopped, and the plants and trees were reborn and full of greenery and vitality.

Feng Bu looked at a duckweed on the shore of the lake in a daze, he felt at this time, he was so similar to the duckweed, the little duckweed, the wind and rain hit the shore, the lake rippled together, immediately floated in the lake with the waves, at any time it will become the food of the fish and beasts in the lake, life and death are not as good as their own wishes, it is completely ravaged by external forces, it is so powerless!

After that, a little wooden wind was not arrogant and hugged the porcelain altar tightly, and stood up a little swaying, and everything did not fall, and continued to walk towards the cave.

Decadence is only a temporary powerlessness, no matter what, as long as you live, there is still hope, there is a good saying, the bitterness will come willingly, and the one who supports the wind and does not stand up proudly is the hope of resurrecting the deceased!

Maybe for thousands of years, he will be as touched by the scene as he is now, the same pain, and the same decadence like a puppet, but since he didn't choose to die, but stood up, no matter how difficult it is, he will grit his teeth and go on!

No matter how many difficulties and pains he will face, no matter whether he will get what he wants in the end, no matter whether he will die one day, what his heart wants is his own thoughts and his way.

At this time, a picture of a scoop of duckweed fluttering frequently flashed in his mind, as if those plants on the water were floating and suffering like him......

Three days later, Tatsujin

The fat man hurried back from the town because of a few things, and a man in town guard costume entered the council hall after asking for an audience and waiting.

This town guard is from Haizhen, there is a cultivation in the middle of the Ning Yuan Dynasty, and he is a husband, and he is here because of his exercises, so he can escape faster and send letters.

As for what letter to send, this person didn't dare to ask, it was written by Tang Gong himself.

"Haizhen Tang Gong has a letter and handed it to Boss Wang." As he spoke, he flipped his palm, and saw a flash of white light in his hand, and a blank letter appeared.

With a flick of his hand, the letter turned into a white shadow and flew to the front of the fat man, and then the town guard turned into a white streamer and flew away, and the whole process took less than ten breathing time.

As an immortal, he naturally has the arrogance of an immortal, and the Wang family already dislikes it when he asks him to wait, and now that the letter has been delivered to Wang Dashan, he naturally does not want to stay for a while in this place where he is not very welcome.

And the fat man, just a little thought, then reached out to open the envelope, the content of the inside is also simple, a lifelike portrait of the wind is not arrogant, a piece of paper what the old man and the Wang family monks have a very good relationship, in order to let the love of the wind not arrogant sharpen his mind to send him to travel in Yuanqiu, but the people of the Liu family are not perfect, if you go to Zizhen I hope that the fat man can help one or two letters.

As for why the eleven Fan Zhen Tang Gong only contacted the fat man, it is a later story.

"It's interesting, he was ruined on his turf, he still loves his apprentices, and he sharpens his mind, hehe." The fat man sneered.

As long as it is a person with a normal mind, he understands that if Feng Buao worships this old man as a teacher, it is impossible for the Liu family to get rid of this son after three or four years, after all, Tang Gong is a person from the realm, and his disciples are naturally too, not to mention the Liu family, even the Tianyan Palace, they dare not provoke the realm.

Therefore, Feng Buao was able to walk into the mountains safely and soundly, and there was no shadow of this old man, so anyone can already tell from it that Feng Buao is unwilling to become this old man's beloved apprentice, and this old man is shameless, so what to say about grinding is just some fart.

"It's strange, it can't be that this madman is so mad that he uses this method to sharpen his pride, right?" Wang Haisi frowned.

In his eyes, the big gray is a poultry, and its death makes the very smart Feng Buao want to find the ghost sword immediately, let alone relatives...

"Judging from the news sent back by the ghost, after the immortal on the Lingyun selected the immortal disciples, the town lord of Tang did have such a meaning, what is it to wait for five years, and see if the wind is not arrogant after five years.

It's been almost five years now, I'm afraid that this old thief may really have this idea, but the inheritance of Shuiyun Palace is extremely long, and there are many legends that the realm can only treat this sect politely, and when this happens, there is no reason for the people of Shuiyun Immortal Sect not to react at all. The fat man was also confused.

"Powerful people naturally have strong scruples, just like if a monk kills a mortal, once he is killed, he will be killed by the realm party immediately to pay for his life, or in other words, the matter of Feng Buao's family is not trivial, and Shuiyun Palace is reluctant to use his strength, after all, it is rumored that the monk of the Liu family in the Tianyan Hall is the elder of the Baodan period." Meng Chang squinted and stroked his beard.

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