A gray-brown beetle quickly shuttled through the cracks of the grass insect's roots, but it was the size of a peanut, its head was hard, its two eyes protruded, its body was slender and long, its abdomen was eight-legged like a pulp on its side, and it was steady and steady. just crawled to Nian Xiaojiao's feet so neatly, her head was slightly lowered, and she gently touched the tips of her shoes, naturally cute. Nian Xiaojiao squatted down and let her climb up her palms along her fingers. Looking closely, there was something slightly charred black on the tentacles of the thin gossamer, Shang Hong took some and touched and sniffed and sniffed, and then hurriedly took Nian Xiaojiao all the way to return to the perch.

It was peaceful and quiet, and the footsteps of the two of them startled sleepy eyes. Nian Xiaojiao and Shang Hong saw from afar that one of the rows of simple tents stood out from the crowd, and the others were all simple weed shops with dark animal skins to shield the wind, but the outside of one tent was wrapped in white fox fur, and pink thin mulberry silk was embellished on the outside of the white plush fur.

What a loser! No, losers!

Shang Hong cursed, such a luxury is really only the Jintang can afford to raise, in exchange for the former Firmament Pavilion and the Hades Mansion, there are no flawless white fox skins and pieces of mulberry silk that can be found without money. However, the vision of this south wind selection object is still good, and the furnishings look pink and white, and they are very good-looking. In the meantime, he must have scavenged and sent it to the beauty beside him, Shang Hong turned his head to look at Nian Xiaojiao, the world's peerless object, when matched with a stunning beauty.

The south wind man was lying in the dormitory, and was shrunk by a cool breeze that hung his arm outside the brocade quilt of flowers, and muttered softly, the white fox fur is still not warm enough, and tomorrow I have to add the best aged black fox fur at the bottom of the pressure box.

Hearing his words, Nian Xiaojiao laughed and broke her belly.

I have walked around a lot in the land of wind and flowers, and it is common to dream of warblers and swallows, I heard that the beauty was laughing, the corners of the south wind's mouth rose and I didn't know what sweetness was in the dream, and the misty eyes had no momentum to open, and when I turned around, I wanted to dream of Zhou Gong again.

Shang Hong was anxious, extremely simple and rude, and ripped off the silky futon made of the south wind rabbit velvet for the Li Shu brocade, and the cold wind was bleak at the door curtain. Nanfeng was only wearing a white white clothes, and a chill of rubbing his heart instantly made him sleepy at all, and he sat up and hugged his shoulders and shivered. looked at Shang Hong with resentful eyes, as the young pavilion master of the Firmament Pavilion, the pavilion master was already unconscious, and it was his duty to take over the entire Firmament Pavilion, plus Shang Hong was nicknamed the Yama King Shura, that was the prestige of the battle, and it was really angry, and it was possible to overthrow the entire continent. was disturbed in the middle of the night, saw the people clearly, the south wind dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, food and clothing parents are better than the sky, and after a little thought, he understood how urgent the matter was, so that the son was so disregarded as the hour.

"Awake? It's a nice place to live, it's warm enough. Shang Hong's face was full of smirks.

"Childe's visit is to discuss with me about the warmth of the bed? If you like it, I'll warm the bed with you, why bother with people's dreams late at night. The south wind was full of charm, and a affectionate eye glanced at Shang Hong, and said delicately: "I hate it~"

"Don't want me to throw you out of the door now, hurry up and get dressed and come out." Shang Hong held back the chill in his heart, the south wind has never been in shape, he was afraid that it would stain Nian Xiaojiao's eyes, so he hurriedly took it out, walked to the door and added: "By the way, bring your big hammer." ”

"Yes, the slave family is ready." The south wind behind him continued to snort undeadly, and Shang Hong's footsteps almost didn't fall, making Nian Xiaojiao smile and smile, so happy.

Even if Shang Hong was waiting outside, Nanfeng was still wearing a golden hairpin and carrying ancient jade, with three layers of robe inside and three layers outside, and the dark blue sleeves were inlaid with gold threads, reflecting the soft light in the moonlight, highlighting the grace and luxury of the young man.

Loser! Shang Hong thought it was really vulgar, but it looked a little better, could he try it another day? Thinking that those silver coins are all the belongings of Jijintang, I suddenly feel distressed, it is really time to find a hostess to take care of the housekeeper. In addition to the beginning of its establishment, he has never been in charge, he forgot who ran it prosperously, but the hourglass he earned was used for his own body, which caused him to feel distressed. For the rich and unkind, if it is really normal, Shang Hong has not been spared.

Nanfeng felt the jealousy in Shang Hong's eyes, and for a moment he was in a trance, afraid that he had seen it wrong, and his eyes were sleepy, and Shang Hong had returned to normal.

"Look at the south wind." Nian Xiaojiao stretched out her left hand that was clenching her fist and slowly spread it out, there was a beetle, gray and black, and her small eyes were turning vividly.

"What do you see? A bug? "Nanfeng blinked, still a bug.

"Something that touches the feet." Shang Hong added.

The south wind pinched up the small beetle, and when he looked closely, some dark debris as thin as dust at the base of his tentacles, shining in the moonlight, was very extraordinary.

"Like, very similar, but it's too small to see the eyebrows." The south wind said upside down, and the listeners were overjoyed, what they had been looking for these days was nothing but a thing, and it was like what they were seeking.

The beetle seemed to understand human speech, and spat violently, mixed with unknown juice, and spit out a small pebble like a grain of rice. Nanfeng suddenly laughed: "Little guy, it's great, my brother will find some meaty insects for you to open meat later." ”

The first pair of feet of the little beetle are raised high, as if in response to the south wind's commendation.

Nanfeng picked up the small stone and used ten layers of skill, but he couldn't pinch the stone for half a minute. Back then, it was also a smash to the diamond diamond that ranked 39th on the weapon list. There are very few in the world that can withstand his full blow, probably no less than ten, and his Quartet Seal, I'm afraid he can't do it, it is true that he is reluctant to test his treasure, so he can't confirm it.

"Eight or nine is not far from ten." Even the south wind, who was accustomed to seeing treasures, was a little shaky in his words. This is 10,000 years of Shen Tie, only heard in the legend, not to mention 10,000 years, there is only one weapon practiced by Shen Tie in the world for thousands of years, that is a spear of the head of the Wudang faction Baimei Dao - Langya spear, it is rumored that Bai Mei Dao has a spear that swept the martial arts, never defeated, one is that its Taoist holy law is so powerful, and the other is that the Wudang sect is long, and there are few people who are not eye-opening to the door to find abuse, and there are very few battles that are quite strong. The Langya spear is so powerful that it is the number one on the weapon list, better than the Zhenshan Shimen of the ninth Kunlun Mountain, inferior to the Qingfeng Killing Fan of the Seventh Yama Palace, no more, no less, just the eighth, auspicious, auspicious. Just like the luck of Wudang Mountain, it has stood tall for 10,000 years.

Of course, now there is one more weapon of the thousand-year-old iron, and the golden holy hammer that Nanfeng has at hand is freshly baked.

Not to mention the hope of the eighth or ninth floor, even if it is only one and a half floors, it is necessary to break through.

Nian Xiaojiao held the baby beetle in her hand and pinched her fists to protect it. Hearts are connected, see what you see and hear what you hear.

"Over there." Nian Xiaojiao pointed to the southeast, where the mountains are stacked and green, and there is no way in and out.

"The only way to open the mountain is to open the road." Nian Xiaojiao said.

Shang Hong frowned, it is easy to open the road and open the mountain, and in that direction, it is the old nest of the scumber. It is rumored that the Rui Beast Xianglong gave birth to nine sons, the sixth in the row, resembling a turtle, and hibernating in the deep mountains and old forests in the southeast of Sunset Rock all the year round. If you don't come out, you can carry the three mountains and five mountains to do evil in the world, and the lives will be ruined. Recently, I have been avoiding disturbing that place, but I don't want to wake up the ancient demon beasts that have not been out of the mountain for three thousand years. Now, the world has been ruined, Kunlun Bell, must be refined, why not have one more?

"Open the mountain!" Shang Hong made up his mind and raised his arms.

For several days, led by the Golden Sacred Hammer, the various factions of the Sunset Rock Martial Arts worked together to split the mountain and open the way, just like the extraordinary Hanyu faction, the Kunlun faction of the utensils, the Wudang faction with spears, etc., as well as the rangers from all walks of life, shaking the mountain and shaking the mountain and the sky, and overturning the entire Sunset Rock.

The Holy Hammer was blessed, half of the mountains within a hundred hammers were shattered, and for a time, the Golden Holy Hammer was promoted to the tail of the nine major weapons in the mainland, and the Shimen of Kunlun Mountain Town was squeezed out to tenth. The ancient barbarian knelt down to worship the ancestors again, the grandfather on the left and the ancestor on the right, crying a handful of snot and tears, and told the ancestors about the supreme divine power of the golden holy hammer. Nanfeng, the owner of the Holy Hammer, was also dragged in the direction of the ancestral tomb of the ancient family in the east, confirming that what the ancient barbarian said was not a lie.

The fame of the holy hammer has attracted the whole rivers and lakes to talk about its master Nanfeng, it is rumored that this son is not as weak as the crown, a pair of thin arms can not lift a rice-pecking chicken, partial cow power, a golden hammer makes the wind and water. This Sky Pavilion hides the dragon and crouching tiger, and the future is terrifying.

Nian Xiaojiao asked curiously in her spare time: "How old are you?" ”

"It's over." Nanfeng replied, but when he was young, the walls of the family were not connected, and the bones were broken, and he grew shorter. There were many brothers and sisters in that family, and there were seven gourds on a vine, no more, no less, exactly seven. A handful of rice is boiled into a pot of porridge, without oil and salt, which is the daily ration of a family of nine. The house leak coincided with the overnight rain, three consecutive years of drought, no grains, the porridge became a clear soup pot of water, hot but not half a grain of rice, drink until the belly bulges, more heart-wrenching pain. The number of brothers in the family gradually decreased, and my parents only said that they would not be hungry all year round, and hoped to find a good family in the next life without this famine. Every time there is one less, there will be some slight meat foam in the pot stove during that time, and I am very hungry, and no matter where my father and mother find the meat flowers, the whole stomach is down.

Nanfeng was the youngest, and his six brothers and sisters went, and finally his mother also went, and his father said to him, "Son, go all the way north to Nayinyang City to see, can the royal family control the lives of the people?" Go there and find a silver lining. When he said this, Daddy Nanfeng was already sitting in the deep pit he had dug himself, and when he finished speaking, he couldn't afford to fall. At that time, my father was already skinny, and one arm was thinner than Nanfeng's five-year-old child. The south wind pushed the new soil into a deep pit, and cried until there were no tears before burying Daddy. When I returned home, the soil embryo was a wall, leaking and smelling, and there was nothing left. Suddenly I thought that there were nine people in a family, eight people left, and only one grave remained, poor and treacherous, rich and long-conscience.

Nanfeng, who was less than five years old, howled and cried, and the child understood something no matter how ignorant he was.