Entering Fengxi Valley and finally setting foot on the land of Huaguo, Xintianyou's feeling is different than ever.

In the past, he only regarded himself as a passer-by here, and had no concept of home. Even after staying in Yunshan for sixteen years, he didn't regard it as his hometown.

Since the goddess of Chu Mountain told him that he was a descendant of the Chu people, then his parents could only be the King of the Apocalypse and the Princess of the Ice Spirit. You don't need to verify your DNA, you know that it is the little prince who disappeared back then.

Seeing the mountains and rivers here again gave me a strong sense of belonging.

But one of the mental trainings he received was specifically designed to suppress emotions and affect his intellect. Many emotions are like birds flying in the sky, leaving no trace.

Peel open the seal and burrow into the yin qi cave where Wang Jiu'er and the other ghosts cultivated. Tong Tong and Niu Niu, two little guys, jumped up happily, one hugged his thigh, and the other climbed up his shoulder.

After ten months of absence, their originally pale faces gradually became a little angry, turned pale, and their breath became less gloomy and cold. But life freezes and never grows.

The three, four, five, six, seven, and eight hugged Wang Jiu'er and walked with a smile. They used to be like withered flowers, but now they are blooming one by one.

Especially Wang Jiu'er, her eyes are watery, and she is ashamed to speak.

After the one-foot square miniature carved house is revealed, the joy reaches its climax.

Mithril is cool, and it has the effect of condensing the soul. Although it is not as good as the jasper cicada is a soul-gathering magic weapon, it is much more interesting.

Tong Tong and Niu Niu swooped in, shouting, running around the courtyard of trees and flowers, giggling and laughing.

The seven girls also shrunk in size and went to pick their favorite room, while the sisters chattered and came up with ideas. The corridor, the garden, dozens of rooms, the four independent courtyards, plus the foyer, the living room, the atrium, the patio, and the back hall, are enough for them to visit for a long time.

The two little children chased after each other and simply caught and struck.

Xintianyou looked at it with a smile, like a giant overlooking a doll's castle.

The place is so big that one of the little ones hides, and the other is blind, and poor Baba looks at the big brother who stands up to the sky.

Xintianyou is not good at making a sound, so he makes his eyes look and makes gestures.

If you play too many tricks, you will always be exposed.

Tong Tong flew up and grabbed an earlobe. Niuniu saw that it was much more fun than hide and seek, and she also flew into the sky. The final scene evolved into two little guys each grabbing an earlobe and swinging, laughter spilling through the cave.

Xintianyou wrapped the Jasper Cicada and the Mithril Mansion in black cloth and brought them to the canyon where the Bi Songzi cultivated.

Nourished by the spirit stones left by Xintianyou earlier, the old pine tree became more and more energetic. This spring, with a third less rain than usual, he diligently crafted dozens of storage vessels, influenced by the prophecy of a major drought.

The only thing that scared Song was that Xintian King Kong was always staring at his ontological observation rooted in the cliff, and said to himself:

"How can such a big tree be transplanted into the gate of time and space? Domineering, the spirit body of Bi Songzi can still leave, but what about the body of the green calyx? Why don't you dig up the pine tree prunes and send it in vertically to do an experiment? ”

The old spirit who has lived for eight hundred years is creepy.

Over the next few days, things changed.

In the past, the seven girls and two children liked to sit around the Xintian tour group the most, but now in the dead of night, they slipped into the Mithril Mansion, leaving only Wang Jiu'er to chat and practice with him. Inadvertently, they often found rows of sparkling eyes in the windows of the wall under the trees.

I didn't even sleep.

The main purpose of Xintianyou's stay in the valley is to control Tissot.

Excluding the reason for his unskillful use, he did not hurry up and fled after the Battle of Yue Wang City because Wu Wangsun had admonished.

Once the saint uses his supernatural powers, there will be nothing to hide within a radius of thousands of miles. The situation on the ground is complicated and may not be clear. But the sky is so slippery that there's nowhere to hide. Tissot only pursues speed, and does not have any divine sense or mana protection.

Xintianyou used all his strength to extinguish the thunder of the god real person.

As soon as Tissot makes its debut, it will become a live target.

He didn't do such stupid things.

In the Maple Creek Valley, carrying Wang Jiu'er and others to whistling and shuttling every night, I felt that this advanced magic weapon was gradually merging with me. I also understand why Wu Wangsun, as a maker, doesn't like to use it.

It's like driving a car at 5,000 kilometers per hour, and your nerves are tense and about to burst. At this speed, it's time to play in space. But I really went to space, and it was too slow and too slow.

It is destined to become the king of the sky, not the master of the stars.

Five days later, Xintianyou drove Tissot out of Maple Creek Valley and headed south in search of Yuzhi Island. As soon as I saw the sparkling sea, I decided to return home.

I finally realized the power of Dabai, and looking for islands in the ocean is like having fun.

Although he knew the approximate location of Yuzhi Island, it was almost impossible to spot it when he looked down at the vast ocean from the sky at high speed. Once the height is lowered, the speed is reduced, and the efficiency plummets. In particular, it was verified that the time for deceleration and hovering alone was more than half an hour......

Damn, Tissot can only be used as a fighter jet.

Needless to mention civil aviation, it is very reluctant to even make a reconnaissance plane.

On the afternoon of the sixth day, an ordinary scholar riding an ordinary black horse appeared at the north gate of Baisha City.

He watched in confusion as the wagons loaded with grain drove out of the drawbridge.

Before leaving last year, the national policy of storing grain was set, how could there be grain out of the city?

By listening to those small words, I learned that it was a large winery that purchased grain and wanted to make rice wine and ship it to the north.

Since last summer, China has been buying grain from other places. Local rice is already cheap, but now it's even cheaper.

Although the state has opened its treasury to purchase, it has curbed the decline in food prices. However, the peasant households were subjected to layers of exploitation by errand laborers when they paid their grain, and their incomes were not as good as in previous years, so that they complained a lot. Give it to the major grain merchants, the price is too low, and even the freight has to be discounted, and the hard work for a year is in vain.

In another month, the new rice will be on the market, who will eat the rice saved last year?

Therefore, not only wineries, but also pastry workshops also take advantage of the price of cabbage to buy. Although it took more than half a month for the price of rice to fall to its lowest point. But rice wine and cakes also have to be put on the market in time, and the price of the day earlier is the price of the day.

For example, bayberry in early spring is too expensive for people to eat. When you look at it in late spring, even cow herding boys are not uncommon.

Xintianyou nodded, thinking that this was the reason.

Two strange words aroused his vigilance, the wheat was ripe!

What do you mean?

In addition to a small amount of wheat and corn grown in the mountains, rice is the main crop in the south. The wheat is ripe at least until midsummer, what does it have to do with the present?

There are many mouths, and the most talked about is yesterday's Flower God Festival.

Bai Ling'er, who has been in the Oiran for three consecutive years, only showed up and did not participate, and Wanhualou still won the championship with a peerless momentum.

She broke through the battle between Xintian King Kong and Zhou Wuyang Zhenren on horseback, and the whole city witnessed it. No one is a fool, where can they dare to criticize?

Good deeds inevitably compare this year's Qunfang Douyan with last year's Douyan, feeling that it is simply a heaven and an underground.

There is no immortal Dong Shu Gongzi throwing five million taels of gold, chalk inscription poems are eternal, and there is no last year's "Heavenly Demon Dance" fierce battle against Bai Ling'er's "Heavenly Maiden Scattered Flowers" scene. As a result, it was locked early, lacking suspense, and it was not interesting to watch.

I heard that Liji's family was imprisoned and in a desolate condition, and I don't know which dignitary was classified as a confinement.

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