Xiangyun is a little turtle, it has been staying nearby, Xiaobai jumped down happily, rubbed on the little turtle and coquettish, it seems that this little guy is the little turtle as a mother. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Heishui is located at the edge of the fairy world, the road is naturally far away, Lin Qingquan is lying on the back of the little turtle, Xiaobai has become an umbrella-shaped mushroom, covering her body, sheltering her from the wind and rain, Lin Qingquan patted the head of the mushroom with satisfaction, took out a few fairy stones to feed, and simply closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Anyway, the little turtle is familiar with the road, so she doesn't need her to show the way, and besides, she doesn't know the way, so she can't point to it if she wants to.

She was really tired, and after coming to the fairy world, she didn't even dare to close her eyes, either cultivating or worrying that someone would calculate her, and her heart hung in the air every day, not daring to fall to the ground.

Now I can get a good night's sleep!

Lin Qingquan fell asleep after a short time, and she slept very soundly this night, and she didn't know how long she had been asleep, but she was woken up by Xiaobai.

After a few loud sneezes in a row, Lin Qingquan looked around, there was no grass, his eyes were barren, the sky was gray, and he couldn't see his five fingers, in general, this was a place that was a hundred times worse than a chicken not pooping and a bird not laying eggs.

Lin Qingquan jumped off the little turtle and frowned at the crossbow in the blood dome: "This is the black water?" Can there be people living here? ”

"Black water is a place used by the immortal world to punish immortals who have made big mistakes in the past, and of course it is impossible for people to live comfortably. ”

Lin Qingquan shook his head, dare to love that this is a place of exile, specially used to consume people, the Feng Clan has been locked up here for tens of thousands of years, and I don't know how much is left?

This Yin Dong'er is ruthless enough!

The little turtle flew away with Xiaobai, Lin Qingquan slowly groped ahead alone, the fog was too big, she couldn't see the road ahead at all, so she had to cross the river by feeling the stones.

"Who's coming?" A shout rang out.

Lin Qingquan, who was tired, let out a long breath, but she could be regarded as angry, if no one came, she would have lit a fire for help.

Listening to the voice like a young man, Lin Qingquan tried his best to make his voice sound softer, and said: "I am here to find your patriarch, I am a good friend of the Zhu clan, the eighth prince of the Zhu clan knows, the pills and immortal stones he sent are mine." ”

Lin Qingquan didn't have the slightest idea of showing kindness and not trying to repay it, you Feng Clan ate so many things from her, so you have to treat her as a guest!

"Fifth brother, is what this person said true or false?" Another voice sounded, still a little immature.

"You wait, wait until I go and tell the patriarch, Xiaoliu, I have taken a look at her." The fifth brother said in a rough voice.

"Hurry up, it's not too comfortable to stay in this place." Lin Qingquan rubbed his arms uncomfortably, feeling a lot of goosebumps on his body.

"Don't worry, my fifth brother will be soon." The childish voice sounded again.

Lin Qingquan rolled his eyes, and took the opportunity to talk to this boy named Xiaoliu, asking a little east and west, and inquired about the current situation of the Feng Clan.

For example, the days of the Feng Clan were much better after Zhu Ba sent the immortal stone pill, and the most obvious thing was that he cultivated to the essence realm very quickly, this boy had a good impression of Lin Qingquan, and he would answer all questions.

"I like you, you have a smell in you that I like." The boy laughed.

Lin Qingquan grinned, it always feels good when the boy says he likes it, although the boy may be a little young, but it still dispels a lot of the haze caused by the thick fog.

"The patriarch is here." The boy said happily.

As soon as the words fell, Lin Qingquan only felt that the thick fog in front of him had dispersed, and a kind middle-aged woman looked at her with a smile, and there was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man standing next to her, and on the other side was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, it seemed that this middle-aged woman was the patriarch, but I didn't expect the patriarch of the Feng Clan to be a woman.

The middle-aged woman is beautiful, dignified and soft, amiable, and her voice is also very beautiful: "Is the girl the benefactor of my clan?" ”

Under the gaze of such a kind elder, Lin Qingquan's face couldn't be thicker, a trace of Hao Ran appeared on his face, and he waved his hand and said: "I can't afford to be a benefactor, the patriarch is too famous." ”

Patriarch Feng smiled: "If it weren't for the girl's funding, the cultivation of my clan's people would be much more difficult, I thanked the girl for the clan." ”

After saying that, the patriarch actually bowed like this, and bowed ninety degrees, which frightened Lin Qingquan to jump up, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to help her up, but no matter how hard she used, she couldn't shake the wind patriarch at all, and the aunt bowed unswervingly, and then got up.

"Patriarch, don't you suspect that I'm lying to you?"

Lin Qingquan is also quite strange, this Wind Patriarch has never seen her face, and as soon as they met, he concluded that she was a good person, and he was convinced of her words, and his vigilance was too bad, right?

If someone with ulterior motives came, wouldn't the Wind Clan be unlucky?

The Wind Patriarch smiled slightly, and said firmly, "You won't hurt the Wind Clan." ”

Lin Qingquan was choked, well, although she is not a good person, of course she will not harm the Wind Clan for no reason, but isn't this on the premise that she is not threatened?

If she and the WindClan were now on opposite sides, she couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't harm the WindClan.

couldn't help but said: "Patriarch, don't talk so dead, there are no absolute friends or enemies in this world, maybe I will become an enemy of the Wind Clan one day!" ”

As soon as she said this, the young man called the fifth brother couldn't help but sneer at her and glared angrily.

Lin Qingquan regretted that she really wanted to cut off her tongue, what happened to her today? Which tendon is wrong?

Talking about her being an enemy in other people's territory, how impatient she is!

But for some reason, as soon as she saw this kind aunt, she felt very kind, just like seeing her intimate sister, and couldn't help but want to chat with her.

If you talk too much, you will lose!

Lin Qingquan smiled wryly: "Just kidding, just kidding, how could I be an enemy of the Wind Clan?" Absolutely impossible, Wind Patriarch don't take it personally. ”

Patriarch Wind had a smile in his eyes, like a tolerant elder, looking at the mischievous child.

Lin Qingquan stuck out his tongue, and shut up the whole way in the future, not daring to say a word, for fear of saying the wrong thing with a big tongue.

The Wind Patriarch led them forward, and it was strange to say that those dense fogs seemed to be afraid of the Wind Patriarch, and when they saw her coming, they all dispersed, and as soon as she left, they gathered again, so Lin Qingquan followed behind and was also stained, and he was much more comfortable.

"These fogs are fog spirits formed by the condensation of black water over hundreds of millions of years, born and raised, and have a primary consciousness, just like that naughty child, they are friends of our clan." Patriarch Wind smiled and beckoned, and a thick fog flew over, rubbing her palm affectionately.

Only then did Lin Qingquan understand that these fogs were not afraid of the Wind Patriarch, but to respect her and open the way for her!

At the same time, she also had some doubts in her heart, whether it was in the Wind Patriarch or the five or six brothers, she couldn't feel their hardship, and they didn't say a word of bitterness in their words, it didn't look like the bitterness in Zhu Ba's mouth at all.

Could it be that this Wind Clan has a good face, and is unwilling to expose the wound to others, smiling in front of people and crying after others?

(To be continued.) )