Xuanyuan Yan Feng looked at the look of a little woman in his arms praying for God and worshipping Buddha, and knew that she didn't think of anything good, but now was not the time to punish this girl.

The things here are simple, but in fact, they are not very simple, after all, he is only a preliminary judgment of the situation here, and the old man is also a little unclear about the things.

"Yan Feng" Wen Guyu called in front: "Look. ”

This is? The corners of Xuanyuan Yanfeng's eyes moved slightly, and the speed under his feet accelerated to the lonely grave.

I saw that there was a white light emitting from inside this lonely tomb, and there was a trace of familiar power in it.

How could the power of the master be here? He raised his hand in wonder and injected a force into it, and in an instant, the originally quiet tomb shook violently.

"Get out of here," he said, hugging Wen Guxue and flying out of the air.

As the grave shook violently, the power there continued to spread, and everywhere it went, the original desert turned into green grass, and the sand became a green field.

The power of regeneration? Wen Guxue was also puzzled, how could her lost power be here? Moreover, this power also contains a little Taoist true qi and immortal spiritual power.

"How's it going, are you alright?" Xuanyuan Yan Feng's rare caring tone made the dragon scales almost fall from mid-air, and it thought to itself: The master must have taken the wrong medicine today.

"How so?" Wen Guyu asked, "Isn't this the new power of the seniors?" ”

Xuanyuan Yan Feng stepped forward, his palm covered with the exposed white bones, there was indeed the power of the master on it, and it seemed that he had left it to save someone.

He said, "Uncle Shi, have you been here with your master before?" ”

"No," Tianjue scratched his head, "We haven't been here?" ”

"None? Are you sure? ”

"No," he said with great certainty, and suddenly remembered something: "Wait, let me think about it." ”

He propped his head and recalled the places he and his junior sister had been, and he still shook his head from the place where he had just set off to think of him coming back: "No, we haven't been here." ”

"This is strange, if the master has not been here, then whose power is it?"

As he spoke, Xuanyuan Yan Feng gathered the white bones under his hands and raised a blue power from it, and if you looked closely, you would find that it was a man's soul.

"Who is this?" Wen Guxue said: "Is it the old man's child?" ”

"Well" he nodded, and said to the old man: "Senior, please come over for a while." ”

The old man saw that Xuanyuan Yan Feng had brought out his child's soul, and guessed that he was asking the child about the ins and outs of the matter in person, so he also walked over.

He punctured the old man's hand, and then dripped the blood onto the child's bones, and the white bones on the ground began to take on the shape of a body.

"Close your eyes," Xuanyuan Yan Feng commandingly said to Wen Guxue in his arms: "Don't peek." ”

Stingy, she leaned into his arms and reluctantly closed her eyes.

Gradually, the white bones on the ground returned to their human form, but the naked man's body was a little indecent.

The old man squatted beside the man excitedly and put on a simple coat for him: "You're back, great, you're finally back." ”

"Senior" Xuanyuan Yan Feng reminded: "You better help Gongzi up first, I need you to fuse this soul with his flesh and blood before it can be re-injected into his body." ”

"Okay, okay," the old man hurriedly sat the people on the ground cross-legged: "It's okay." ”

"Well," he nodded, "Pair your hand with the ten fingers of Childe's palm." ”

"Xuanyuan Yan Feng" Wen Guxue said softly: "Let go." ”

Xuanyuan Yan Feng understood, but he just didn't want to let go of his hand.

There was no way, Wen Guxue had to signal him to look at the father and son sitting cross-legged on the ground: Aren't you trying to save people? How can this be saved?

He looked up coolly, and dissatisfaction was written in his eyes, which would not make a difference.

Then, when he thought about it like this, he naturally didn't let go of someone. And Wen Guxue knew him, so she didn't struggle, but just thought depressedly: This stingy guy.

It didn't take long for the person who was originally just a pile of white bones to become flesh and blood, and his complexion was even much better than Xuanyuan Yan Feng's often sick appearance at that time.

"He can't speak yet" Xuanyuan Yan Feng said: "Senior, you better tell us the ins and outs of the matter first, so that it is convenient for us to help your child open the Seven Tricks." ”

The old man lay down his child, who was still unconscious, and then got up and said to everyone: "This is actually the case. ”

A year ago, his child, Lord Wuqi, was ordered to govern Yancheng.

At the beginning, he did manage this Yancheng very well, but this child forgot his own body, he was weak and sickly since he was a child, and he would get sick from time to time.

Later, while he was supervising the construction of a dike, he suddenly fainted, and just like that, he came back ill.

Many people knew that he was sick, so they would come to visit him every once in a while, or find a miracle doctor who could treat his illness and bring him with them, but no matter how skilled the miracle doctor was, he could not cure him.

At this time, a person who looked exactly like Wu Qi appeared, and although he could not save Wu Qi, he was indeed the best person to build the embankment.

Originally, the people of Yancheng were extremely unconfident groups, and they also distrusted the government very much, so the construction of the embankment was delayed for a year.

Since Wuqi came, he gradually changed the people here, influencing them little by little, so that they trusted the government and themselves.

Whether it is facing the embankment that bursts every year, or facing the tofu slag project in the past, they firmly believe that as long as Lord Wuqi is still there, they will have the opportunity to build the best embankment, so that they don't have to leave Yancheng as much as they do every year during the flood season.

To put it bluntly, Lord Wuqi is their spiritual pillar, and their hope, if Lord Wuqi is gone, they will probably give up building the embankment.

Then, when the time comes, this Yancheng will return to its original appearance, and every flood season will be a big migration, and Yancheng will also become a dead city.

Therefore, the old man had a bold idea, let this person who looks exactly like his own child take care of the people of Yancheng for his child, and after he found a famous doctor to treat his child, they came back to take care of the people of Yancheng.

However, what they didn't expect was that this person was not such a simple person.