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Chapter 52: Reunion

After Zhou Moyang left the teleportation place, he had already used the Wind Resisting Technique to move forward for an hour, and gradually saw a dilapidated hall on a small hill in the distance, so he came to take a closer look. "Away from hate". On the broken lintel several feet high, the word hatred made Zhou Moyang muttered to himself. Looking around, everywhere you look, there are broken stones. Before he could use his divine sense to probe, he suddenly noticed something strange and hurriedly looked up.

Not far away, the white figure felt somewhat familiar. This is.

"You don't recognize me." A crisp and nice voice sounded. "How could it be so coincidental." When he was stunned, Zhou Moyang blurted out. After that, he felt rude, hurriedly lowered his head again, and arched his hand and said, "It turned out to be the king...... Wang seniors. He also recognized the woman in front of him, but he was helpless, how could he meet this person here.

Outside the Ziwei Immortal, in the crowd of Qinghua Palace, Zhou Moyang had already seen Wang Fuyu's figure. The two women I met at the sea were actually masters of Qinghua Palace. He was only a little surprised by the identity of the other party, and he didn't think about what to do with him. It's just a chance encounter, not to mention, people are still superb elders.

Wang Fuyu was also stunned for a while, but he didn't show it. I didn't want to meet the young monk I had seen on the sea in the crape myrtle fairyland, this was really a coincidence. Looking at the embarrassment of the other party, she took two steps forward, and said with a chuckle: "Seeing that you are pretending to be honest, it won't be that when you see me, you will be duplicitous." ”

Raising his head and seeing the other party smiling, Zhou Moyang lowered his head helplessly, not knowing how to answer. "Huh. I haven't seen you for many years, and you are already in the middle stage of foundation building. also worshiped the Purple Night Palace. The more embarrassed this young man was, the more interesting Wang Fuyu became. She looked each other up and down, and after exclaiming, she pursed her lips and smiled, and then said, "Is it due to opportunism?" Young people, you must know that the foundation is the first thing to cultivate. ”

Faced with a young woman, who was taught such a lesson by her old and old-fashioned tone, Zhou Moyang only felt that his face was hot, and he couldn't do anything for a while. He scratched his head, simply straightened up, and said with a wry smile: "The predecessors have already built a perfect foundation, and it is unattainable in the future. Leave. ”

Zhou Moyang arched his hand and wanted to turn his head and leave, but who would have thought that Wang Fuyu was stunned, and suddenly shouted: "Slow." She moved, blocked the way, and with a suspicious look, she then asked, "You can see my cultivation." ”

The more you have seen, the more you see, the difference in your vision. Monk Jindan and Monk Zhuji have different aura fluctuations on their bodies. What's more, he Zhou Moyang has a strong divine sense that does not allow the monks in the late stage of foundation building, as long as he pays a little attention, he can see Wang Fuyu's general cultivation. If he had stayed in the past, he wouldn't have dared to be so presumptuous, but now he was a little anxious, and he replied with a word of salute neither softly nor hard, and he wanted to take the road away. Unexpectedly, the other party did not let go.

Lan Xiang is pleasant, Zhou Moyang's nose moved, and he hurriedly took a step back. Facing the other party's beautiful face, he replied calmly: "It's just a guess." This Wang Fuyu laughed again and again, but Zhou Moyang blindly retreated and forbeared, still remembering that the other party was a woman who had saved herself. But now, there is really no need to entangle, he simply returned to normal.

The young man in front of him suddenly changed. He stood with his hands behind his back and his head held high, with a bit of laziness and casualness around him. Under the eyebrows of Rumo, his eyes were faint, but he did not lose a proud look. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and there was still a cold and uninhibited smile. Is this still the submissive Qi training junior back then?

Wang Fuyu didn't think it was angry, but felt that his eyes lit up. She took a step back, stared at Zhou Moyang with appreciation, bowed her head slightly, and said, "Hmm." That's it. Come to think of it, your cultivation in this body should be a real skill. ”

thought that Wang Fuyu would rely on the style of his elders, and he would inevitably ask questions, but then when the words did not agree, he got out and left. Who would have thought that the other party's temperament was so gentle, and his words were also strange and twisty, which made Zhou Moyang a little at a loss.

"You know where this is." When Zhou Moyang was helpless, he saw the other party gently lift his sideburns, turned to look at the dilapidated palace, and asked softly. He replied casually: "This is not the Temple of Hatred. ”

"Naturally, it's the Hall of Hatred, it's just that the five hundred monks of the Heavenly Dome Continent, why are you and me the only ones here." Wang Fuyu seemed to be talking to himself, and turned back. Seeing Zhou Moyang looking around, she couldn't help but smile and said, "Are you listening to me?" ”

Puzzled for a moment, Zhou Moyang had no choice but to shake his head. Seeing that the other party still refused to look at him, and his eyes were still looking around, Wang Fuyu hesitated in his heart, and the pear vortex on his cheeks appeared shallowly, and he said loudly: "What I want to ask you is, in the crape myrtle fairyland, where were you teleported to when you entered. What happened again. ”

Hearing this, Xu thought of something, Zhou Mo raised his eyebrows, and slowly raised his eyes to look at Wang Fuyu. On the white and flawless face, the eyes are like autumn water, deep and clear, and he is quietly watching himself with a look of expectation. He pondered for a moment and briefly described his experience after entering the crape myrtle fairyland.

Hearing this, Wang Fuyu first frowned slightly, then stretched out, and examined Zhou Moyang again. Angry, Zhou Moyang pursed his lips and snorted. Wang Fuyu didn't see its reaction, but looked up at the broken lintel, and sighed: "I don't know why this Hall of Hatred is so dilapidated. At this point, she shook her head again and said, "Why, five hundred monks, you and I are the only ones who have been teleported to the vicinity of here. How big is this crape myrtle wonderland? ”

Zhou Moyang looked at Wang Fuyu again with a cautious look, but saw that the other party also looked at it with the same expression. He shrugged his shoulders and replied with a slight innocent feeling, "It's just a coincidence." "What is chance? It's also inseparable from chance and coincidence. Seeing Zhou Moyang talking to him left and right, Wang Fuyu sighed thoughtfully and asked, "What did I encounter again, don't you want to know." ”

Zhou Moyang had already set his eyes on those dilapidated stones, not knowing what he was pondering. Hearing Wang Fuyu's question, he shook his head and said softly, "Why do I need to know. ”

"yes. Why do you need to know...... There is a step in advance, and there will be a period later. That beautiful voice sounded behind him, Zhou Moyang turned around and saw that Wang Fuyu was already fluttering, and with a sword rainbow breaking through the air.

Looking at the graceful figure in the distance, Zhou Moyang sighed lightly, speechless. Thirty years is very short, fleeting in the blink of an eye, but the loneliness and loneliness are so long. I don't know if my family is okay now. What about Wu Zhouguo.

On a person's journey, laughter and tears are not shared, so why mention them to others.

What Wang Fuyu encountered, it is self-evident. Everyone has a past that they can't talk about. Everyone also has a memory worth recalling.

Zhou Moyang shook his head, dispersed his chaotic thoughts, picked up a stone on the ground, and looked at it carefully. The stones are all over the hillside, and from the ruins and broken walls in front of you, it is not difficult to see the magnificent momentum of the original Away from the Temple of Hatred. Here, what happened. Where did the immortals go?

There was no way to settle the questions in his stomach, so Zhou Moyang had no choice but to take out the jade slip that recorded the brief map of the outer perimeter of Ziwei Immortal, and firmly remembered the topographic map in it, and then his body jumped and gently landed on the stone pillar more than ten zhang high.

It's effortless. In this crape myrtle immortal territory, not only is the aura unimaginably rich, but even the body has become much lighter when you are in it. The footsteps are more than ten zhang, if you do it with all your might, will it soar into the sky?

He searched the place of the temple of hatred and left and right, but there was nothing but the ruins of the broken walls. Thinking about it, if there are good things here, Wang Fuyu will not leave in a hurry. However, when you first arrive in a long-awaited fairyland, you will inevitably be surprised. Looking into the distance, Zhou Moyang found out where he was, and as soon as his body moved, he galloped down the hillside.

After leaving the "Hall of Hatred", Zhou Moyang thought carefully about the general situation in the territory of Ziwei Immortal. Among the jade slips, there are only rough drawings of the hated sky. As for the real location of Da Luotian and Sanqingtian in the inside, they are marked more briefly in the map. In the jade slip, it is the Hall of Separation and Hate on the hillside of Fang Cai, and it is not mentioned.

Being in the crape myrtle fairyland makes people unable to distinguish the southeast and northwest. In desperation, Zhou Moyang could only estimate and go to the depths of the fairyland. He was three feet above the ground, his figure was like smoke, and he ran out for dozens of miles in a short time. At this time, a huge lonely stone mountain can be seen in the distance, suddenly rising and reaching into the sky.

Zhou Moyang slowly stopped his body and remembered a place mentioned in the jade slip, "Xiao Xitian". This mountain is unfathomably high, covering an area of about 100 miles, and should be in the hinterland of the hated sky. The mountain in front of you is like connecting the heavens and the earth, and it is unreachable, which is prohibitive. It's just that on the cliff wall, there are ancient trees in the sky, and there are strange grasses hidden in the middle, which is quite strange.

The herbs on the cliff are all rare treasures. Zhou Moyang ran to the foot of the mountain and looked up. Dozens of zhang high, on the edge of a raised cliff, a large piece of yellow essence emerged. This thing is a good thing, it can refine many pills, it is eaten raw, and it can also have the function of prolonging life.

I watched left and right, but there was no movement. Zhou Moyang stepped a little, his body suddenly rose against the cliff wall, and when he jumped to a height of twenty or thirty zhang, his toes were lightly touched on an ancient tree, and his figure went straight to the yellow essence.

Such a big piece of yellow essence, I'm afraid of no less than seven or eight catties. When Zhou Moyang was overjoyed, his expression changed suddenly, and before his figure fell, he raised his hand to put away the yellow essence, and suddenly turned his head and fell down. Fang Cai, Zhou Moyang's jump, fast and wonderful; At this time, he rushed to the ground from top to bottom, and he was a little more embarrassed.

Before the person landed, Zhou Moyang's figure rushed forward. This time, he actually did his best. A loud "boom" came from behind him, and Zhou Moyang went straight forward regardless of it. Then, a gust of wind followed, followed by a loud bang, which brought up countless pieces of rubble.