Because the Canglong Continent is located in the middle of the Vientiane Star, it will not make people feel cold in winter now. The night sky of Xuanhuang Island is still cloudless at this time, the stars are twinkling, the sea breeze is over the beach, and the lush trees on the island make a rustling sound.

Bai Yunshang, Wen Baichuan, Ding Fugui, and Baili Xiu drank and talked with Fan Yao in the wooden house they had built before, and each told interesting stories on the martial arts road. Yang Ba sat on the side and listened quietly, filling the glass of wine for everyone, and occasionally taking a few sips himself. The big fat shrugged his head, lying listlessly at the door, his fat body stuffed into the wooden door about five feet wide without leaving a gap, and the tail of ordinary people's calves gently slapped against the door frame and made a sound. The hearty laughter that came from the house occasionally startled a group of phoenix-tailed ibises that had fallen asleep in the forest, and the island, which had been exceptionally quiet at night for many years, became lively.

On the Star Picking Peak, Long Aotian was sitting in the pavilion with Feng Ran. In front of the two of them was a small pot of wine and a few plates of appetizers made by Long Aotian himself.

Long Aotian picked up a large piece of fat meat and stuffed it into his mouth, closed his eyes and chewed, his expression was extremely enjoyable.

The first time I drank, my little face was already red from the smell of alcohol, and it didn't look as scary as usual.

At dawn the next day, Long Aotian and Yang Ba were already busy in the kitchen. Kazeran was lying in bed and sleeping soundly because he had drunk alcohol. At this time, the thunderous snoring of the five rough men in the wooden house next door could be clearly heard.

An hour later, Yang Ba picked up a huge round table and put it outside the house, serving the dishes prepared by Long Aotian one by one, and the round table with a diameter of six feet was soon filled with mouth-watering delicacies.

Long Aotian came to the wind dye bed, pinched the little face covered with complex lines of wind dye, and called out softly: "Young master, young master." ”

Seeing that Feng Ran didn't react at all, Long Aotian exchanged the big fat for it. The big fat understood, and the familiar operation unfolded again, and the fat tongue licked the little face of the wind dyeing violently.

Seeing that Feng Ran was woken up by the big fat, Long Aotian smiled and said, "Hehe, it's still a good trick." ”

Then Long Aotian took out a copper luo from upstairs and came to the door of the wooden house next door, and slammed the gong with a fist with his right hand.

Listening to the sound of "dang", the five Bai Yunshang, who slept like dead pigs, were so shocked by this sudden sound that they made their own funny moves.

Among them, Fan Yao was the most exaggerated, he jumped up directly from the bed, closed his eyes in panic, and shouted with his right hand in the air: "Who is it!"

When he opened his eyes and found Long Aotian standing at the door staring at him expressionlessly, Fan Yao let out a long sigh, smirked, dressed in a proper manner, and came to the house with Bai Yunshang and the four of them to sit down.

After the meal, the group followed Long Aotian to the beach.

Seeing the reluctance on Feng Ran's little face, Long Aotian put his hands on his shoulders, and a kind smile appeared on his face: "Young Master, do you still remember what the head of the family told you before leaving?"

Feng Ran heard the words echoed in his father's magnetic voice: "You have to remember that a good man's ambition is higher than the sky, his eyes must be able to accommodate mountains and rivers, and his heart must be able to hold the vast sea of stars, except for his own cultivation and affection, everything on the martial arts road is a foreign object, and he must not be too persistent......"

Seeing Feng Ran nodding, Long Aotian comforted: "Although the old slave is not by the young master's side on this trip, there are five people in Yunshang to protect him, and the young master can rest assured, if there is anything you don't understand in the practice, the five people can ask." ”

Feng Ran wiped away the tears on his face, and nodded again and again with a small mouth.

Long Aotian showed a pleased smile on his face, let go of his hands, knelt on one knee with his fists clenched, and his voice trembled slightly: "The old slave sends the young master!"

Everyone knelt in response to the voice, except for the wind dye, and clenched their heads into fists.

The grief of parting made the wind cry like a spring, helped Long Aotian to hug him, forcibly held himself from crying, gritted his teeth and said: "Don't worry, I will definitely try my best to make myself stronger and become what you and my father look forward to." ”

Long Aotian stroked the wind-dyed back, his slightly squinted eyes looked at the endless sea in front of him, with a hint of hope on his face: "The old slave believes that my young master will not let the old slave down." ”

After a while, Long Aotian said goodbye to everyone one by one.

Looking at the figure of the six people who were dyed by the wind and dyed and gradually moving away, the tears that Long Aotian had endured for a long time finally slipped down the wrinkles on his face. It wasn't until the figures disappeared from front of them that they turned around and walked back silently.

Yang Ba wanted to step forward to comfort Long Aotian, but he just opened his mouth but swallowed his words stiffly, sighed secretly, and quietly followed behind Long Aotian with the big fat.

In the evening, Feng Ran and his party came to an inn in Kangjin City to rest temporarily.

Ding Fugui stroked the wrench of his right hand and looked at everyone: "If we follow the speed we are traveling today, we will be able to reach Ginsengshui City in three days." ”

Bai Yunshang: "I heard that there have been a lot more brute beasts in the Canglong Mountain Range recently, and it seems that this trip is not as easy as imagined. ”

Seeing Feng Ran sitting on a chair and looking at the Yaksha mask in his hand with a sad face, Bai Yunshang asked softly, "Young Master, but you still want to go back to Xuanhuang Island?"

Feng Ran looked up at Bai Yunshang, and didn't know what to call the Sect Master of Haolan Sect in front of him for a while, so he had to bow his head and say to himself: "I want to go to Jiaomu City." ”

Fan Yao was the first to jump out when he heard this, and smiled obscenely: "Yo, the young master originally wanted Princess Yurou, it's simple, my subordinates will accompany you on a trip." ”

"Ge Laozi, did you let you speak? ”

Wen Baichuan walked in front of Fan Yao, stretched out his hand and twisted Fan Yao's ears to drag him out to clean up.

Fan Yao was pained and immediately forgiven: "Ah, the juniors are wrong, the juniors are wrong." ”

"Baichuan. Ding Fugui smiled and shook his head and said to the four of them: "Jiaomu City is not too far from here, we can accompany the young master together, and then go directly to Shenshui City." ”

Then he looked at Feng Ran: "How about a few ideas?"

Feng Ran was silent for a moment and nodded: "Listen to the seniors." ”

Ding Fugui's expression was slightly panicked when he heard this, and he hurriedly waved his hand and said to Feng Ran: "The young master tortures me, the name of the predecessor is rich and noble, yesterday the five of us have made a 'Taoist oath' to be loyal to the young master, and in the future, the young master only needs to regard us as subordinates, and do not lower his identity." ”

Seeing Feng Ran looking at him blankly, Bai Yunshang nodded and said, "What Senior Ding said is true, and in the future, we will do our best to help the young master retrieve the Nine Dragon Sword fragments." ”

"Hey. Feng Ran sighed helplessly: "Okay, I didn't expect you to be as old-fashioned as Aotian." ”

The five of them glanced at each other when they heard this, and they all smiled.

......

After returning to the palace with her father on the day she fell into a coma, Wang Yurou would lean on a pavilion in the palace every night, facing the direction of Xuanhuang Island and looking up at the night sky. I often can't help but think back to the days Kazuze spent on the island, and my delicate little face has lost a lot of weight during this time.

Meng Po sent her coat over on time and put it on Wang Yurou's shoulder, and comforted her softly: "Why is the princess staying here night and night, although the lord failed to wake up the young master of dye, but the old slave believes that with the ability of his predecessors, the young master of Dye must have improved now, if you are seen by the young master of dye, won't it make him sad and blame himself?"

Wang Yurou took a deep breath and slowly closed her eyes: "You go down, I just want to be alone." ”

"Hey. Meng Po shook her head and turned back to the side hall.

About half a pillar of incense time, suddenly a slender palace maid ran towards Wang Yurou with a panicked face, shouting: "Princess, princess!"

Wang Yurou opened her eyes, her eyebrows furrowed slightly: "What's the matter?"

Palace maid: "Princess Qiyu, just now a young man wearing a mask from outside the palace said that he wanted to see you, and after being stopped by the guards at the door, his monks actually shot out and killed one of the guards, and then injured more than a dozen people. ”

When Meng Po, who was standing at the door of the side hall, heard this, she immediately got up and rushed to the outside of the palace.

Wang Yurou said lightly: "I know, you go down." ”

"Yes. The maid saluted, then turned and walked back.

"Wait!" Wang Yurou suddenly seemed to remember something, "What kind of mask is that young man wearing?"

Palace maid: "Back to the princess, the slave maid was not there at the time, it was the slave maid who was ordered by Chief Manager Chen." ”

"Take me there!"

"Yes. ”

......

At this time, on the wide street outside the palace, there was a palace guard lying with a wail coming from his mouth. Feng Ran and Fan Yao were surrounded by a group of guards with frightened faces, and no one dared to step forward for a while.

In mid-air, Bai Yunshang and the others were fighting with four monks wearing red gold armor.

"Poof......

The old man who was fighting with Ding Fugui was hit in the chest by his palm in less than three rounds, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out in an instant, and his body smashed directly into the city wall outside the palace, and he passed out on the spot! What was surprising was that the corners of the mouths of the other three people who were fighting were overflowing with blood at the same time at this time.

Seeing Ding Fugui rushing towards Feng Ran, the guards were so frightened that they fled in all directions.

The middle-aged man in front of Bai Yunshang glared and shouted, "Hurry up!"

Hearing this, the other two quickly retreated, only to see the three of them gathered, with complicated fingerprints in their hands, and in the blink of an eye, the bodies of the three of them actually merged together. A burly middle-aged man who is a foot tall appeared in front of everyone.

Bai Yunshang and Wen Baichuan glanced at each other, and the two rushed straight towards the big man. The mighty man did not fall behind at all with one enemy and two enemies, and the speed of his fist was extremely fast, and he seemed to be at ease. The long sword in Bai Yunshang's hand could only leave faint scratches on his body. Wen Baichuan's Tiangang Fist was even more useless to it.

Baili Xiu saw that Bai Yunshang and the others were a little struggling, and hurriedly rushed forward to join the battle.

At this time, an ink-colored longbow suddenly appeared in Ding Fugui's hand in front of Feng Ran, which was the one in Ding Qingshan's hand a year ago!!

Ding Fugui pulled the bowstring, the yellowed wrench on the thumb of his right hand flashed brightly, and a long arrow with dazzling golden light spread all over his body filled the bow, perfectly displayed in front of everyone. Although Ding Fugui at this moment looks old and mature, it brings a sense of elegance and majesty to the onlookers.

"Senior, please stop!"

Just as Ding Fugui was about to let go of the bowstring, Meng Po, who was galloping, shouted at him, her voice was not as cold as before, but it was still hoarse.