Xuanhuang Island

Bai Yunshang on the side looked at the beast in front of him and praised it sincerely: "According to legend, this beast is unique to the Jiuli clan in the Jinghong Continent, and I have only seen it in the ancient books of the sect. ”

"Sect Master, it's called Big Fat, it was given by my father, don't look at it as stupid on the surface, it's actually very smart. Feng Ran's little face showed a hint of pride. The big fat on the side heard Feng Ran praise himself, raised his head and let out a few dull cries in response.

"Your father?" Bai Yunshang held his chin with one hand thoughtfully. Then he seemed to remember something, and his heart trembled violently, staring at Feng Ran with an incredible expression.

Feng Ran was a little furious when Bai Yunshang saw it: "Sect Master, if there is nothing else, the disciple will go back first." ”

Seeing that Bai Yun had not yet reacted, he shouted a few times in a row.

"Ah, oh good, good. Bai Yunshang came back to his senses, and there was a hint of urgency in his words.

Feng Ran lay on the big fat back, the little hand gently patted his back, the big fat immediately got up, the long hair on the back actually wrapped the wind dye, and flew into the sky and went straight into the distance.

At this time, Bai Yunshang, who was still standing in the martial arts arena, looked at the black shadow in the distance, a trace of hope appeared in his eyes, and he muttered to himself: "Presumably, this Canglong Continent is only the descendants of that predecessor, I should have guessed it a long time ago." ”

Fan Yao and Zhao Guang were temporarily separated after leaving Haolan, and the two agreed to meet three days later. At this time, Fan Yao, who was hiding in an ambush in the woods not far from the Haolan Sect, muttered in his heart: "What kind of thing jumped out of there just now to scare Lao Tzu, could it be the spirit beast raised by the sect master of the Haolanan Sect? Why hasn't this dead boy come out yet? After a while, the treasure on this kid's body plus the 8,000 yuan stone that he couldn't cope with the battle after three days, hehe, comfortable! I knew that there was such a good thing, and I should have borrowed some yuan stones from my senior brother before going out." Fan Yao couldn't help but laugh out loud when he thought about it.

At noon, Feng Ran had already ridden Da Fat to the sky above the eastern sea of Canglong Continent, and as Da Fat continued to fly, an island gradually came into view. The name of this island is 'Xuanhuang'. Overlooking the entire Xuanhuang Island, like a pearl embedded in the deep blue sea, shrimp and crab shells are slapped by the white waves against the golden beach, and the back of the beach is covered by layers of rich towering trees, which stretch to the only mountain peak on the island: Xingxing Peak. This peak is shaped like a tower, like a sword, towering into the clouds. The birds had to build their nests on the cliffs halfway up the mountain, which were covered with white clouds.

At this time, an old man on the beach pillowed his head with his hands, lying on the beach with his legs crossed and bathing in the sun, wearing a light blue printed short sleeve on his upper body, orange shorts on his lower body, barefoot, the snow silk on his head was fixed at will with hairpins, his eyes were slightly closed, and he hummed a little song briskly with a big mouth of wild grass, and his expression was particularly leisurely. This person is Long Aotian, the housekeeper of the wind dye.

Seeing Feng Ran walking towards him with a hint of complaint on his face, Long Aotian spit out the weeds in his mouth and quipped: "Young master, it seems that today's test is not going well." ”

Feng Ran feigned anger: "Hmph, you are embarrassed to say, if you lose the Haolanzong competition in three days, you can wait, and you must tell my father." ”

Long Aotian heard Feng Ran mention his father and immediately stood up, and after asking Feng Ran about the reason for the matter, he smiled obscenely and said: "Hehe, don't be angry, young master, the head of the family has explained that you can't use the spirit weapon, the old slave doesn't dare to disobey, if you use the test spirit weapon today, you will be annoyed, hehe." ”

After hearing this, Feng Ran raised his little head up at Long Aotian: "Hmph, what is the relationship between you and the Sect Master of Haolan?

"Hehe, you'll know in a few days, let's go back to eat first, otherwise it's going to get cold in a while. After Long Aotian finished speaking, he led the way in front, and the three figures gradually disappeared into the depths of the woods.

At this time, Fan Yao, who was squatting on the tree outside the Haolan Sect, touched his stomach and said anxiously in his heart: "Is this kid living in the Haolanan Sect?" No, wait, maybe he is waiting to go down the mountain at this moment, and he can't miss such a good opportunity to finally meet him." Then he stared intently at the gate of the Haolan Sect.

Wang Yurou came out of Haolanzong and came to the street of Xinyue City, followed by an old woman with gray hair and wrinkles. Wang Yurou turned to the old woman and said, "Mother Meng, accompany me to Xuanhuang Island in a while, I want to go and see Brother Ran." ”

"Yes. Meng Po received the order softly, her voice was low and hoarse, which made people feel like falling into an ice cellar after listening to it.

Two hours later, the master and servant who came to Xuanhuang Island saw that there was no wind dye and Long Aotian on the beach, so they walked straight to the forest.

"Hey, where did Brother Dye and Aotian go here?" Wang Yurou, who walked through the woods and came to the front of the wooden house, suddenly felt a little puzzled when she saw that the door was closed.

After walking around the neighborhood and not seeing the shadow of the wind dye, Wang Yurou sat on the stone bench outside the house and waited quietly.

At this time, Feng Ran was closing his eyes tightly, and his upper body was sitting cross-legged in the pavilion at the top of the Star Picking Peak. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, his teeth were clenched, his face was extremely painful, and a trace of black mist floated from time to time in the black cyclone that faintly appeared on his body. Long Aotian, who was sitting cross-legged behind him, kept changing his gestures and patting his back, his expression solemn. A moment later, Long Aotian let out a loud shout, and spat out a transparent bead with golden light from his mouth, and the surrounding black mist was pulled by the bead, quickly burrowing into a pitch-black remnant sword hanging above the heads of the two.

Putting away the remnant sword, Long Aotian wiped the sweat from his forehead and exhaled a long breath: "I set him as a monkey, how many people in the spiritual realm did this old ancestor kill back then, and he was tired of the old man." ”

Feng Ran got up and stared at the remnant sword in Long Aotian's hand, his expression gloomy: "Since the appearance of this black mist, my cultivation has not advanced an inch, and every time I cultivate, I feel that my vitality is sucked away by the cyclone in my body, so if I continue like this, won't I be useless." ”

"Young master, don't be discouraged, the head of the family once said that this thing is not only a stumbling block to your martial arts cultivation, but also a great help for your future martial arts path. The pain you have endured over the years is in the eyes of the old slave, and the old slave believes that one day the young master will be able to control this black fog. Long Aotian hurriedly comforted.

After hearing this, Feng Ran silently turned his head to look at the sky, a majestic back appeared in his mind, and his trance-like eyes gradually became firm.

After a cup of tea, when the wind dyed after picking the star peak, Wang Yurou, who was sitting outside the house, immediately shouted happily: "Sister Yurou." ”

Wang Yurou looked at the wind dye who came and suddenly smiled, and saw that his face was slightly haggard and worried: "Brother Ran, where have you been? I have been looking for Meng Po for a long time but I haven't found you and Aotian's predecessors." ”

"Oh hehe, I went to the top of the mountain and wandered around. If my sister had come a little earlier, I'd have taken you with me. Kazezen smirked and scratched his head.

Seeing that Feng Ran was reluctant to say anything, Wang Yurou changed the topic and asked about the competition in three days. Meng Po on the side saw that the two were chatting hotly and walked to the woods alone.

In the evening, the burning clouds wander in the sky, the sunset hides into the sea level and shyly reveals a trace of afterglow, the waves blown by the wind gently lap on the beach, and the birds and beasts on the island have returned to their nests one after another to wait for the night to come, everything seems so comfortable and beautiful.

"Sister Yurou doesn't look like you?" Feng Ran squatted on the ground and teased Wang Yurou beside him with the clay figure in his hand.

Wang Yurou glanced at it and laughed on the spot, and the clay figure in her hand fell to the ground with a snap. Feng Ran stared at the flower-like girl in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a flutter.

Wang Yurou was dyed by the wind and saw this, her beautiful cheeks flushed, and she pouted and said coquettishly: "How can people's noses be so big." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the clay figure in Feng Ran's hand, and when Feng Ran saw this, he hurriedly hid back, and he couldn't stabilize his body for a while and lay on the ground, and the oncoming Wang Yurou pressed on him like this.

Smelling the faint fragrance on his face, feeling the soft and delicate body on his chest, the blood and qi suddenly surged all over his body, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath. Long Aotian, who was already standing in the woods, had a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at it with relish, and the big fat man next to him was holding a bamboo basket in his mouth and staring at the two, and he didn't make a sound well-behaved.

"Ah, Brother Ran, you!" Wang Yurou suddenly got up as if frightened, pointed at Feng Ran, and screamed loudly.

Feng Ran looked at where Wang Yurou was pointing, and it turned out that the blood and qi had condensed and set up a small tent under him. The red-faced Feng Ran scratched his head in embarrassment, and was at a loss for a while.

"Go. Long Aotian patted the big fat who was squatting on the side, and the big fat immediately wagged his tail and ran towards Feng Ran leisurely. Feng Ran saw that Da Fat was coming over as if he had found a savior, and immediately got up from the ground, coughed dryly and shouted at Wang Yurou: "Sister Yurou, look, Da Fat has brought a lot of seafood back." ”

Wang Yurou had to cooperate and come to Feng Ran's side. When you open the lid of the bamboo basket, you can see that the seafood inside is really rich: giant claw crabs, lightning shrimp, dragon fish, etc. are all extremely large.

"I've never eaten such a big giant claw crab in the palace. Wang Yurou looked at the seafood in the bamboo basket and showed a hint of surprise.

Feng Ran smiled: "If my sister likes it, she can stay for a long time, and we can change the food in this sea every day." ”

"Really?" Wang Yurou looked excited after hearing this.

"Yo, young master, what's the matter with you? go into the house and change into clean clothes, and the old slave will go to cook. Long Aotian walked out of the forest humming a little song, pretending to be surprised and said to Feng Ran.

Feng Ran heard the meaning of Long Aotian's words, and turned around and went up to the second floor of the wooden house.

After a while, the smell of aroma wafted from the wooden house, which made people smell it and increase their appetite.

Feng Ran sniffed hard at the plate of delicious food that Long Aotian brought out, and the big fat squatted quietly aside, his two small eyes staring directly at the delicious food on the table and swallowing his saliva.

"The cooking skills of Aotian's predecessors are not far behind the imperial chefs in the palace. Wang Yurou couldn't help but praise the exquisite dishes on the table.

After the meal, as the sunset fades, the sunset sleeps, a round of moon looks high in the night, the sky is full of stars and blinks mischievously, bright or dark, the night of Xuanhuang Island is quietly coming.