The door that Lu Liuwan said was a small ship.

The man in charge of the boat is also a disciple from the outer island of Penglai, although the Dongfang family is in the legendary land of the immortal family, but the disciples in the door can't eat or drink, or someone has to send things like food and books into the island from outside.

This matter was handled by the disciples of the outer islands who left Penglai.

I don't know how Lu Liuwan told the man, he just glanced at Wang Anfeng, and agreed to come down and let him get on the boat, just asking him to change into the same clothes as many disciples from the outer islands on the ship before, and after getting on the boat, stay under the cabin to save people from being seen.

Wang Anfeng naturally had no dissenting intentions.

The place where he was was quite cramped and gloomy, sitting on a somewhat wet wooden board, looking left and right, saw that this place was mostly meat, vegetables, melons and fruits, and a wooden box contained all scrolls.

The content involves many places in the Western Regions of the Central Plains, although the writing of the book is rough, the story that is rarely told is very sincere, and there is a young man who writes about the fledgling rivers and lakes who has been planted headlong into the surging rivers and lakes, and has to meet the guidance of his predecessors, and the experience of chivalry and righteousness all the way.

There are also Central Plains traveling merchants, all the way from the south of the Yangtze River to the Western Regions.

Many of these things are simply casual nonsense in Wang Anfeng's opinion, but they are also written in a very good way, so that Wang Anfeng, who has really walked through many places, can't help laughing, casually put the scroll in his hand into the wooden box, close his eyes in this undulating space, and meditate and practice qi.

With the sound of a trumpet, the disciples of the outer islands who practiced martial arts on the boat pointed a steel rod with the thickness of their wrists on the pier, drank lightly, and the strength reached the tail end of the steel rod, pushing the whole ship from the pier more than ten meters away, and after leaving the shore, they raised the sails and headed towards the middle of the sea with the help of the wind.

The people on board were busy.

In the cabin, Wang Anfeng closed his eyes and practiced breathing, breathing slowly.

The gray clothes he wore were plain in color, but atmospheric in shape, and there was no taste of a small family, and slowly a little thunder flowed on his hair and clothes, illuminating the originally unlit and dim cabin.

In the meridians in his body, along with the operation of the golden bell jar qi, the thunder that gradually turned from blue to purple was also entangled, and every time he wandered to the ground, he felt a slight tingling and paralysis, and the golden bell jar qi flowed again, repairing and strengthening the body meridians again.

The Golden Bell Jar Technique, which had not been beneficial for a long time, naturally began to advance.

Although this process was slow, the thunder energy was almost endless, and even the sword qi that was hit by Shan Xinglan between the heart and lungs gradually began to dissolve, which could be triggered by him.

This thunder power was not cultivated by himself, but a few days ago, when he pulled out the thirteen thunder spears from the whale salamander's body, the thirteen thunder spears themselves were only inferior to the divine soldiers, and the grandmaster made a full effort, and he was washed by qi and blood in the whale salamander's body for several months.

The thunder energy on each Thunder Spear is not only pure, but also extremely huge.

Purely by quantity, not inferior to the grandmaster.

Wang Anfeng is like a python swallowing an elephant.

At this moment, there was already a thunder pool above the dantian in his body.

That silky sword qi was pulled into it by the golden bell jar qi machine, like a dragon entering the thunder pool.

The dragon trailed its tail and raised a thunder arc, and there were 300 births and deaths in one breath.

Based on the golden bell jar of Buddhism, maintaining balance, but it is by no means a normal dantian, Wang Anfeng has practiced since he was a child, and there is a similar mixed body in the Medicine King Valley, after noticing such a change, not only did he try his best to turn the thunder into a force, and the sword qi was wiped out, but he let it go and manipulated it with the medicine king's qi vein technique.

Zhou Tian's thunder jin poured his last breath into the thunder pool.

His own sword qi and sword intent converged, replacing Shan Xinglan like a silk sword qi of three hundred zhang, hovering like a dragon.

Above the thunder pool, there is a Buddha light giving birth to a lotus, there are dragon sword qi ups and downs, above the lotus, the scattered entity of the divine soldier Shenwu sword qi and spirit rhyme turned into an illusory sword weapon, under which the yin and yang rotate endlessly, and there is a heavenly machine turned into stars.

It has become a meteorology of heaven and earth.

I don't know how long it took, as if there was a wind coming in front of him, and a warm qi wave swept across the entire ferry, Wang Anfeng woke up from his meditation and slowly opened his eyes.

The qi outside was circulating, and the divine weapon in his body turned once, and the qi that was the great array of Penglai Island was like sweeping a stubborn stone, without any reaction.

What had been nothing more than the surface of the sea was in front of it, but suddenly an island appeared.

The disciples of Penglai Outer Island on the ferry stopped their movements, and the sails were retracted, but there was an undercurrent surging under the boat, and the boat approached quickly, and when approaching the island, the speed slowed down gently, and finally docked on the shore with a trace of inertia.

The undercurrent under the ship dissipated just right.

Wang Anfeng came out from under the cabin, the outer disciple of the leader of this ship was called Wei Hao, seeing that Wang Anfeng did not cause the reaction of the formation on Penglai Island, his expression was obviously much more relaxed, and he took the initiative to nod and say hello.

The Dongfang family is good at thaumaturgy, and the formation is only a branch of thaumaturgy, and the formation laid out on the outer islands of Penglai is not much better than the Great Sect Protector Formation of the Central Plains. Since Wang Anfeng did not cause the rejection of the formation, it was obviously as Lu Liuwan said that he had an old relationship with Penglai, and there was no falsehood.

There are already many people waiting on the island.

Except for a few middle-aged men, all of them were young disciples, both men and women, looking at this ship, their faces were full of joy, Wei Hao talked a few words with two of the middle-aged men, and then beckoned the people on the boat to move all the things they brought.

Wei Hao walked up to Wang Anfeng and greeted with a smile: "This junior brother, I don't know which gentleman's disciple you are, but since you are also here this time, you can help us bring everything down and divide it, or there is not enough manpower, how about it?" ”

Wang Anfeng agreed.

Wei Hao glanced at the young man and girl on the shore and sighed:

"Pity these children of the Oriental family."

"From life to death, you have to be on this island, Penglai Island is big, and the scenery is good, but after all, it is just an island, compared with the outside world, rivers and lakes, it is too small, and it is only by relying on us to come to the island once every three months that we can know some things outside."

Wang Anfeng raised his hand and pulled out a wooden box and said:

"They just don't want to go outside?"

Wei Hao said: "What if you want to go out?" ”

"Life after life, guarding Penglai for 100,000 people in the Central Plains, born in Si, died in Si."

"This is the Oriental Family."

"It's been nearly five hundred years since that incident, if you take twenty years as a generation, so many generations, how many disciples of the Dongfang family can go out?"

Wang Anfeng carried the wooden box out of the boat, and Wei Hao and the others sent the hard-to-eat vegetables and fruits on land in this sea area, as well as all kinds of sweets, to the island, and Wang Anfeng put the wooden box a little away from transporting food and clothes.

Immediately, many young people and girls followed.

There are disciples from the outer islands who are dressed in simple but solemn gray clothes, and there are also disciples of the Dongfang family who are dressed in blue and white, and they are chic and uninhibited, but at this time, they are all in one go, and their eyes are shining.

Or because of the same bloodline, Wang Anfeng had an instinctive affinity for these Penglai disciples who were younger than himself, opened the wooden box, took out the things and distributed them.

There are quite a variety of things inside, from pearl hairpins that can be easily bought outside, to delicate pastries that have to be made by Jiangnan craftsmen.

They were all common things outside, these things that were not worth much money in the eyes of others, but they made those children of the Oriental family extremely satisfied, and they all turned away one by one, with an unstoppable smile on the corner of their mouths.

A woman wearing a blue striped white dress with dragon finch patterns on her cuffs was hidden not far away, and when everyone had taken what they liked, she stepped forward quietly and said softly:

"Atlas of the Western Regions."

Wang Anfeng handed over the book that he had flipped through before and felt that it was not very detailed.

After the woman took it, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, carefully hid it in the cuffs, nodded, said thank you, turned around and walked away quickly, the cuffs vibrated slightly with the wind, and the dragon finch pattern was like flapping wings, obviously the status was not an ordinary disciple of the Dongfang family, Wang Anfeng was a little surprised.

The celestial aura on the woman's body was obvious enough to be able to induce the instinctive protection of the celestial machine.

It seems that such a disciple would also be fascinated by these half-made books, right?

Wang Anfeng saw from a distance that the young men and girls who had taken the things first saluted the woman respectfully.

I thought of what Wei Hao said.

Oriental vein.

Born in Si, died in Si.

For generations, they have guarded Penglai.

At this moment, he had a slight sense of the weight of these two sentences.

This woman is only about twenty years old, and she already has such attainments in the Heavenly Machine, and she can be called a genius of the Heavenly Universe, but even such a person can only stay here for the rest of her life, and cannot go out, and can only understand the outside world through these half-truths and half-truths.

How many talented and beautiful people have died in obscurity on this island.

Wang Anfeng glanced back at the boat when he came, thinking that Lu Liuwan had already told Wei Hao that he would use the boat to go to the island on this trip, but he would not go back immediately, so he walked deeper into the outer island of Penglai, and disappeared in a moment.

After about two quarters, Wei Hao didn't find where Wang Anfeng was, and in surprise, he randomly calculated with the astrological algorithm, but found nothing, and those few calculation chips were directly cracked, which set off a dark tide among the people on the boat.

Wei Hao, who is responsible for delivering supplies to Penglai, has a high level of thaumaturgical cultivation, otherwise it will be difficult to convince the public.

He couldn't figure it out, and he was beaten up with the calculations he used.

At that moment, everyone became angry, and a group of Penglai disciples who had nothing to do for the time being remembered the days when they were still practicing thaumaturgy on the island, so they took out their belongings from their cuffs together with half coaxing and half serious, and took out the outer island disciples who had not yet left the island, as well as a few middle-aged deacons who had a good relationship with these disciples, and a group of 100 people planned at the same time.

As a result, on this day, 100 calculation instruments were broken.

Generally, the two stand on the ground and break in the middle, and the crack is smooth, as if it has been cut by a famous sword.

Everyone looked at each other and was speechless for a while.

There was a deacon who did not believe in evil and used the superior algorithm used by the children of the Dongfang family, and the result was like a full force and hit his head on the Buzhou Mountain, originally standing, but then as if he had seen a ghost, he flew out three or four feet directly to the back, his nose bleeded, and he passed out directly without saying a word.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they remembered that their two hundred people kept counting, which could be regarded as provocation and harassment, for fear that they would annoy the unknown senior brother.

Seeing such a tragic situation, they each dispelled the idea of continuing to count, and carried a certain division commander with a nosebleed back to the house, no matter how itchy his hands were, he didn't dare to count it anymore, but he became more and more curious about the young senior brother in his heart.

The scenery on Penglai Island is exceptional.

There are mountains, rocks, plants and trees, and the sea and sky are the same color as the sea and the sky, and the clouds hang low, adding a lot of ethereal fairy energy.

Wang Anfeng walked forward slowly, if he had been earlier, he might have felt at a loss about what was happening now, and he didn't know how to face the place where his mother had lived, and he didn't know what to do when he met someone from the Dongfang family in a while.

I don't know how to deal with the Dongfang family, which did not appear when his parents were killed, and the Dongfang family, who has guarded Penglai for hundreds of years for the Central Plains and the world.

But now there is no such hesitation or indifference.

Just moving forward.

There is a thunder pond above the dantian, and the thunder pond is full of light.

All the way along the coastline, see the blue waves, and then turn inside, along a river upward, meet the mountains and rocks, meet the river treading water waves, a gray clothes, hosta hairpins, sleeves and robes slightly shock, it is like a vein of mountains and rivers.

Until he finally stopped outside a purple bamboo forest, raising his hand and holding a purple bamboo leaf.

There is a bamboo house in the bamboo forest, the bamboo leaves are disturbed, a white-haired old man sweeps the bamboo leaves, the old man is wearing a gray robe, the white hair is pale, still meticulously cared for, there are indeed wrinkles on the face, but just like this, you can also vaguely see a trace of elegance.

Thinking that when he was young in the future, this old man must have the temperament to make women all over the world fall in love.

The old man's eyes were closed.

As if sensing that someone was coming, the old man frowned, stopped the movement in his hand, raised his head to look in the direction of Wang Anfeng, and said lightly:

"Today is not the time for class, you are early."

Wang Anfeng was silent for a moment, and then smiled naturally as if nothing had happened:

"If you don't have a class, you can't come to visit...... Have you visited Mr. ”

The old man was a little surprised, the person who spoke like this was not without it in the past, but according to his irritable temper, he had already beaten out with a broom, but today for some reason, there was no unhappiness in his heart, but he was reckless all his life, and it was difficult to have any good words, so he was silent and said coldly:

"Naturally, you can."

"I've seen it, but I'm not leaving? Don't you see that I have something to do as an old blind man? ”

"Why don't you sweep me?"

"The old gentleman is an elder, and when the elder speaks, the younger generation will naturally obey orders."

Wang Anfeng replied with a smile, stepped forward, and naturally took the broom in the old man's hand, the old man had a deep knowledge of heavenly skills, but he didn't expect him to do such an act, he was stunned for a moment, but then he didn't get angry, but there were some ripples in his heart.

After a pause, he turned around and went back to the bamboo house to make tea.

Since the old man's only granddaughter left Penglai, she has been silent in the courtyard, and the fragrance of tea has risen.

Wang Anfeng swept the fallen leaves.

PS: Today's update presents............ Four thousand two hundred words.

The outline deduction is complete, Kavin has solved it, and the word count should be able to recover tomorrow~

My hometown was sealed, and I felt like I had been thrown into a large small dark room (??). _??)

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