The days of the barbarians are still the same, as if they have never changed.

On this day, above Yunshui City, the cirrus clouds converged to a distant place, and the inky black clouds were like blooming petals, one petal after another, and they quickly floated towards the city.

Outside the city, the wind whipped and the sand beat against the city walls, making a piercing crackling sound.

Suddenly, a gust of yellow wind rushed up the city wall, breaking a row of thick flagpoles, and one after another bright flags fell wantonly at the foot of the city wall.

It doesn't seem like a good sign.

In order to get a good omen, General Ning took a few sips, scolded the sky loudly, and waved his hand to order people to pick up the flags that symbolized the face of Yunshui City, replace them with stronger flagpoles, and re-plant them.

It didn't take long for raindrops to fall on the sky, and for a while there was a strong smell of rain between heaven and earth, Fu Yao brushed off her long hair wet with rain, looked up at the top of the ink cloud, frowned, and walked quickly along the city wall.

It seemed like a rare heavy rain was coming, and she needed to check the city's drainage.

Fu Yao wanted to climb the corner tower so that she could climb high and look into the distance, but at this moment, she suddenly stopped, held the thick city wall with her hand, and rubbed her eyes vigorously to look into the distance.

It was still the dimly lit hut, the patriarch and the old man crouched beside an old desk, quietly looking at a simple book of her age, the old man would wipe the dust and black spots on the pages with his sleeve from time to time, looking at the black plates that could not be cleaned, the old man would sometimes lose his mind slightly.

At that moment, the door of the house that liked to squeak was pushed open, and the sound of wind and rain outside broke into the hut.

A wet red figure hurriedly rushed to the old man, Fu Yao was out of breath, pointed to the direction of Tianhejing and said, "He ......."

The patriarch looked at the reckless girl with slightly angry eyes, and just wanted to close the page of the book to give a stern reprimand, but as if he realized something, he hurriedly said to Fu Yao: "Girl, prepare an umbrella." ”

At this moment, next to the Tianhe Well, Xiao Jiansheng, a black-clothed man, sat expressionlessly on the stone by the well, letting the rain hit his body, flowing into a silver waterfall from head to toe, and he quietly watched through the rain curtain in front of him as thousands of raindrops fell into the deep well.

Although he had left Tianhejing, his heart was still in the well, and pictures of the cave were imprinted in his mind.

He saw the most dead people he had ever seen in this life in a long horizontal cave, one by one, thousands, and the time of death should have spanned thousands of years, and some of the corpses had not rotted or dried up because of the depths of the earth, and had grown a layer of red hair, and looked hideous and terrifying.

These corpses are all the nungers who have been practicing chanting for years and buried in the Tianhe Well, but they are not as lucky as Xiao Jiansheng.

In addition to using those ethereal blood mist to quench the Divine Mansion, he also had to choose a secluded location to comprehend the magical powers of Fu Yao that day, and shattered the sword of his own sea of qi like a cat painting a tiger, and then condensed it in a new way, and then broke it again and again, so repeated hundreds of back and forth, and finally he could try to condense the three swords of mental power, and the position of the hidden sword was also transferred from the sea of qi to the divine mansion, and now his divine mansion became a space of its own, and the white inside seemed to be a world filled with white mist, and it was more than enough to hide three swords, This is more convenient for the enemy, and the process of transferring the sword of mental power in the middle is omitted, which makes Xiao Jiansheng excited.

His current mental power is very different from before, since the Divine Mansion was opened with the help of Fu Yao's Blood Essence Pill, his mental power has been continuously cultivated under the quenching of the blood mist, like the new sprouts after the rain, but he suffers from little knowledge of the magic of telekinesis, and cannot do more to resist the enemy.

During this time, in addition to practicing telekinesis, one of the things that Xiao Jiansheng did the most in other times was to sort out the corpses, smooth the long-haired clothes of these tragically dead barbarians, and carefully arrange the corpses neatly.

For no reason, he felt the need to do so.

Although these corpses could not be taken out for burial, Xiao Jiansheng tried his best to make these people look better after death.

Among them, he was most touched by the corpse of a sturdy man, with a hint of nostalgia on his somewhat red and swollen face, the man holding a piece of alexandrite in one hand and a letter from the fabric of his own clothes in the other.

The general content of the family letter is to miss his own clan and sister, worry about the rise and fall of the barbarians, and hope to become a patriarch like a god in his lifetime, and at the same time, he hopes that his sister will marry a good family in the future, and can also become a god master as she wishes.

The letter was signed by Nimphlin.

Xiao Jiansheng can generally deduce the cause of the man's death, it should be that he died of homicide, and it seems that the barbarian clan is not calm and calm.

Xiao Jiansheng took the letter away and put it in the closest place.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and for a while it was dark.

Xiao Jiansheng, who came back to his senses, smiled, his eyes became brighter and brighter, he gently closed his eyes, and let the majestic telekinesis run through the heavy rain, and continued to move away over Yunshui City......

The telekinesis is indeed much stronger than before, and it is too much refined, if the current telekinesis overtakes the Hualing Twin Swords, what kind of spectacular scene will it be, thousands of miles away?

Xiao Jiansheng was looking forward to it, but he didn't do it, he suddenly felt hungry, his stomach rumbled, so he wiped it on his face indiscriminately, got up and went straight to his residence.

At this moment, under a big tree with lush foliage, the patriarch and Fu Yao quietly looked at the depressed figure, his black robe was torn and dragged on the ground, his face was washed white and clean by the rain, and he dragged a long sword and walked unhurriedly in the rain.

Fu Yao stood behind the patriarch and the old man, looked at the slightly emaciated figure, and said in a gentle voice: "Patriarch, what kind of master is that guy now?"

The patriarch old man pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "According to the fullness of his mental power, it is almost three grades. ”

Fu Yao lost her mind slightly, pinched her palm vigorously, and couldn't believe it, it was only more than half a month before this guy broke through the realm of the Sanpin Nianshi, which was a bit incredible, but this sentence came from the mouth of the patriarch, so she didn't believe it.

"Nothing surprising, it all makes sense. The patriarch old man habitually rubbed the armrest of the chair a few times, and sighed: "He has a different heart than ordinary people, if it weren't for this, he wouldn't have come out alive, but although the realm is there, he really can't reach the combat effectiveness of the Sanpin Nian Master, which is secondary, the important thing is that the patriarch is very curious about how he survived." ”

Fu Yao was also curious: "When my brother was alive, he often showed off to Fu Yao, he could stay in Tianhejing for ten days, but it's a pity that my brother ......."

Fu Yao's voice was a little choked.

Ten years ago, Fu Yao's parents died in a big war, and they all said that disasters are not one-way and blessings are not double, and eight years ago, her brother, who was dependent on her, entered Tianhejing in order to break through the four-grade Nian Master, and never appeared in front of her again.

The patriarch old man seemed to sense Fu Yao's mood shaken, and deliberately coughed a few times, interrupting Fu Yao's thoughts, the old man looked back at the lovely girl, patted the back of the smooth hand a few times, and smiled softly: " In the past few years, Tianhe Underground has devoured thousands of fresh lives of my barbarian clan, but the way of cultivation is like this, if you want to pursue strength, you must cross countless life and death tribulations, so the real strong do not rely on luck, but on the heart, such as the outsider boy, he looks at my entire barbarian clan at this point, including you Fu Yao, I am afraid that no one can match. ”

Fu Yao nodded, she felt that the patriarch's evaluation of that guy was quite pertinent.

The patriarch and the old man looked at the figure that disappeared in the rain curtain, listened to the sound of wind and rain, and suddenly smiled happily: "You should get closer to him, there are only benefits and no disadvantages, of course, if you want, the patriarch still has the same attitude, for the future of our barbarians, the microscopic sacrifices are worth it, the great ceremony in the clan is coming, take advantage of this day...... If you think about it, there is no man who does not eat meat. ”

The patriarch and the old man didn't say anything and went alone.

Fu Yao looked at the back of the lonely person all her life in a daze, the patriarch had already spoken too thoroughly, how could she not hear the meaning of the patriarch's words, she suddenly felt that her face was hot, and she was even a little panicked.

In the hut, Xiao Jiansheng closed the door, took off the clothes on his body one by one, wrung out the water and put them back on, and then quickly opened his bag, trying to find some dry food to come out, but after looking through it, he finally had to give up.

He wanted to see what was going on with his companions, whether to stay or leave him behind, but the rain outside was too heavy, and he had no umbrella in his hand so he had to wait for the weather to clear, so he had to give up for the time being.

Xiao Jiansheng frowned lightly, looked out the window, and listened to the sound of wind and rain, and at this moment, a red figure supported a fiery red oil-paper fan and walked towards the hut.