Ground lung casting platform.

In the center of the blazing flames, stood a sharp sword that turned from gold to black. The first thing the Celestial Forger did after returning to his nest was to throw the magic sword into the iron-smelting furnace, and he now thought that there must be a big problem with this sword, and it was even more frustrating to hold it in his hand than to hold a single-edged sword.

The shower's beard grew again, covering most of his face, still with his gray fur fur wide open, and his black hair looked as if he hadn't been washed for two or three days, and the wisps were scattered behind his head harder than his beard.

He moved a chair and placed it next to the newly built sword-forging furnace, clasped his hands on his chest, stared at the fire drawn from the ground and remained motionless, the scorching air rising and floating the yellow sand under his feet, and even the scorching sun above his head looked dim outside the furnace.

Suddenly, a letter was wrapped in a ball of light from out of the sky, and with a careful sense of caution, it passed through the floating dust, and approached the shower against the direction of the wind.

At this moment, part of the yellow sand suspended on the surface of the earth suddenly disappeared, and with a few strokes of the sword, the letter was cut into shredded pieces of paper that no longer had any meaning.

Pieces of paper flew all over the sky, and behind the chair where the shower sat without looking back, a large character was spread on the yellow sand floor:

"Roll"

The above is the result of Du Fanglin's attempt to contact Shower Yusheng.

On the fourth day, Du Fanglin, who had come down from Huaishan all the way down and had not been found for the time being, successfully arrived at the public pavilion of the Bitter Landmark and began self-reflection.

The first question is, are you really that good?

Actually, no.

At most, he made good use of the information at his disposal and made as many plans as possible, and he went off the rails in the middle...... As a result, the second question has not been resolved to this day.

What exactly did he want?

After dealing with Xiao Liuguang and Spring and Autumn Linque, the traverser who had just woken up felt the dazed feeling in his heart.

On the way, Du Fanglin cleaned up the various plans in his hand, the more pragmatic part was done when he had amnesia, and the more exciting part was planned by him in advance.

For the time being, the goal he set for himself was to find a new collaborator and use the quiet time of the crash of the Demon City to make the land of Shenzhou, which is most likely to be targeted by outsiders, reach a certain order of "unification".

This is the task that the traverser gave himself in his spare time in front of the computer before he came to the difficult situation.

It is also the road sign he has set for himself that cannot be deviated from when he walks between order and disorder.

Influenced by the worldview of the past, he can't completely integrate into the present, he can't give up the memories of the past, he is accustomed to killing people, he doesn't have much feeling about saving people for a long time, he is not very obsessed with victory or defeat, and he suddenly feels lazy about reaching the peak...... In the end, what the traverser walked on was such a balanced path that was nothing and did not touch both sides, and the only thing he could hold was the result in his hand and the moment of falling.

Du Fanglin drew a big "nothing" on the ground, and for the first time he regretted offending Shower Yusheng.

Standing off the screen and watching the drama, he has never really been afraid of the familiar names of Su Huanzhen and Yipale Book, Di Rulai has been sent out of the game, even if he has gotten along with Shizun Mo Dumping Pond day and night in the past, what is the difference between those seniors of the Confucian high-level morality and ancient road, and Su Huanzhen and others?

The sword without killing intent on the Wansheng Rock is already very revealing.

This leads to the fact that once the road ahead is deviated, there is not even a person who can wake him up with a fist, it is too dangerous, really, don't fall into the way of asking what to do, the traverser will not be blind...... So, you still can't let go of the shower!

Before finding the next collaborator, you have to make sure that you can't go astray. The head of the six strings is no longer suitable for use, and all the people who have appeared in the plot seem to be separated by a layer in the eyes of the traverser, which is probably the price paid after thoroughly studying all the information.

Day 5.

Above the yellow sand of the Lung Sword Terrace, there was a fat pigeon with brown spots flying over in a trembling manner:

'Do you want the source of anger?' It comes with a secret to judging whether a person has a bad heart from the shape of the skull! ’

Of these two books, one was sent to the hands of Ghost Liang Feiyu, I don't know if it had any effect, and the other book was temporarily detained in Du Fanglin's hands considering that the mastery that Yuan'er had learned had not been thoroughly digested.

Shower looked up sharply.

The pigeon lost a feather in fright.

An explosion-like sound came from under the yellow sand:

"—Get out!"

The dove silently turned and flew away.

It's so pitiful.

With a big straw hat buckled on his head, Du Fanglin squatted next to the public pavilion and became a country vendor selling roasted dried tofu.

The Shadow Corpse and the Karma Tu Ling passed by, and they were so tempted by the aroma of dried tofu that they couldn't walk, and Qin Fake Immortal had no choice but to give two more big coppers with a slap to each person.

"Dried tofu, dried tofu." The old man who sells dried tofu is weak.

Under the straw hat was a mess of white hair, and the straw sandals that looked like the old man who had come from the countryside early in the morning still had fresh mud on them, and he was wearing the clothes that the old beggar Shimasa Shiro had wore, and from time to time he reached into the patch and pulled out a handful of ...... In short, it's miserable.

"The meat is 'absolute bento' tofu, and the bamboo shoots are 'sit-ups', which one do you want?"

The Shadow Corpse Man didn't hear it clearly, and pointed directly at the big one, "I want this meat filling!" ”

"Then, I want this vegetarian!" The spiritual Buddha of karma is a vegetarian and very pious.

One person wrapped a piece of dried tofu and handed it out, "Thank you for your patronage." ”

The group of three passed by the tofu seller, and no one recognized who was under the straw hat. At most, Ye Tuling made a distinction in his voice: "That old man who sells dried tofu doesn't look too old......

"The clothes are also very clean, it may be that the GDP of the recent hardships has increased, and the people's lives have been sublimated." The Shadow Corpse munched on the dried tofu and spoke vaguely.

In front of the public pavilion, Qin Fake Immortal had already posted a big-character poster.

The content of the big-character poster is:

The glazed wonderland will hold a memorial service for Su Huanzhen in the near future, the host of the time and place, to mourn the great leader of the righteous path, Amitabha Buddha whining and mourning......

Far away, you can still hear the conversation between the karmic spirit and the shadow corpse man:

"Speaking of which, this is the first time Su Huan has held a memorial service?"

"I don't know."

"Does Qin Fake Immortal have another big-character poster in his hand? About criticizing that Du Ah Fanglin. ”

"But Qu Shitu didn't allow us to post it, saying that he was afraid of intensifying social contradictions, after all, Linque has now taken over Fuyan Mountain, and there are good deeds to reopen schools in all parts of the Central Plains, and this catastrophe has also come out to help save everyone."

"Didn't Su really die in vain again?"

As soon as the voice of the shadow corpse man was loud, he immediately screamed "ah", and from a distance, he saw the yellow smoke billowing from there, probably being beaten up.

"Big boy, second boy, wait for me-"

In the end, all that remained was the shouting of the karmic spirits.

The old man selling dried tofu here pressed the straw hat and continued to turn the dried tofu in his hand:

"Xianshan dried tofu, eat a piece, become a fairy, it's not delicious, and you still need money~~~"

The pigeon flew to the northwest again during the night, and the earth lung sword platform.

An invitation to the memorial service in Glass Wonderland fell from the sky, with four words attached: Help you wash your name!

Some people are inherently unable to grasp the point when apologizing.

Shower raised his hand and motioned for the pigeon to fly down.

The pigeon fluttered and happily landed a pair of small paws...... was pinched by another big hand in the fragile throat, rattle, and thrown into the furnace to add material to the magic sword creation.

Instead, the invitation was kept.

Shower Yusheng sneered, raised his hand to cover his forehead, and his eyes were a little clearer. Not to mention anything else, this dog-like tossing back and forth has eliminated a trace of invisible barriers.

A wisp of green smoke escaped from the sword-forging furnace, transforming into a bluebird in the sky above the yellow sand, flapping its wings in a hurry.

At dusk.

Public Kiosk.

The old man selling dried tofu shook his hand, and a piece of roasted dried tofu rolled directly into the charcoal fire. Under the wide straw hat, the old man raised his hand to support his forehead, trembling all over, as if he had a sudden head wind.

On the opposite side, the owner of the noodle stall who had just pushed a small cart over, raised his head slightly and lifted the hat, and suddenly knocked on the spatula.

"Selling noodles, fresh cut noodles ......"

"Dried tofu, dried tofu." The old man here immediately stopped rubbing his eyebrows, and shouted with an expressionless face.

Empty public pavilion with no people, bathed in the twilight sun.

The shouts of this one after another made the night wind chill without a soul.

Day 6.

The owner of the noodle stall had a hoarse voice in the middle of the night, unable to resist, and under the gaze of the straw hat and dried bean curd boss, he left the feng shui treasure of the stall holder in a gray manner.

In the morning, the old disease of selling dried tofu returned, and he temporarily entrusted the stall to someone else, and then he never returned.

At noon, the new face of the martial arts who was about to enter the tent of the soothsayer Shaloman, Daoist Huan Chunqiu received a flying letter, which probably read:

Lose someone.

True death or fake death, anyone who should know from the beginning will know.

Among the people who participated in the memorial service of Su Huanzhen, there were already speculations in the Brahma page, including Su Huanzhen's share, that he had already passed with Qu Shitu.

After the Spring and Autumn Linque appeared in Wulin, in addition to resuming the external enrollment of Mingde Academies in various places, the silence was abnormal, and the death of the Spring and Autumn Yan Lord was not announced. There was an undercurrent surging among the three sects, and the well-informed Qin Fake Immortal was also aware of it.

Pingshan is still floating in the sky, Lin Wushuang has returned to Baiyun Mountain, and Cangqian has put a stick of incense on the glass fairyland.

Qu Shitu judged that the previous anti-water incident must not have been completely turned over, and those who dared to cross the line must still have to pay a certain price.

"I'm afraid that when the time comes, it still depends on the real trend of Su......" Qu Shitu stood up, and began to worry again, turning around on the mourning hall: "The situation is not clear now, it is clear that everything should be developing in a good direction, but why is there always a feeling that mountains and rains are coming?" ”

"Probably because although the miracle is gone, the twin cities are still there." was thrown by the forces behind his own family to act as a messenger of peace, Si Ya Za Shilang insisted on pulling his friend sword monk Xuanlian over with him, standing next to him and touching his nose without embarrassment, seeing that Qu Shitu was like a headless fly, he couldn't help but mention it.

Qu Shitu didn't know what "Twin Cities" meant at all, and Si Yaza Shilang only had a general understanding that maybe this was the target direction of the Spring and Autumn Linque's next operation.

Qin Fake Immortal's eyes rolled: "Is it related to the mountain blood spring that Su really commissioned to pay attention to before?" ”

"Maybe?"

Si Ya Za Shirou recalled the direction where Xia Yuan'er led a group of people forward, and responded, "There is also the matter of the ghost without the river that has not been solved before, and you still have to pay attention." ”

"Is it the one thing that I was really busy with before, but was stopped?"

Ye Tu Ling followed Qin Fake Immortal step by step and recalled.

"Big news!" The shadow corpse man who went out to collect wind suddenly came out of the soil and ran all the way into the glazed fairyland: "The man-eating woods in the Ghost River Basin have disappeared!" The person who shot is called 'Indigo Feather Wind Lotus', and he is a new face of martial arts! ”

this day.

There is no letter to be sent to the northwest region, and the lungs of the earth are cast.