Seventy-five, autumn (II)

As a theoretical situation in feng shui, the layout of the "cross-strait bureau", Wei Fei and Chen Feng may be difficult to sort out for a while, but this does not mean that the "cross-strait bureau" is a real situation. Of course, this is also one of the laws of the Heavenly Dao. With Wei Fei and Chen Feng's realm at this time, they are still far from Mahayana, but it is not difficult to understand.

The long-lost spiritual positions of the champions of Wenfeng Town turned out to be bizarre and gathered in the round pit that collapsed in the center of the town, which in itself is enough to explain something, at least it shows that Shen Zhifei and Zhang Tianru, the patriarchs of the East and West Ancestral Halls, seem to know some secrets in the ancestral hall, that is to say, these two people are just like the current situation in Wenfeng Town, and they are not as simple as it seems.

Thinking of this, Chen Feng's face couldn't help but sink, after all, he and Wei Fei were still in Wenfeng Town, the current situation was very important, although the two of them could withdraw from Wenfeng Town at any time, but this was related to Shen Lang, the old master, and even Si Yue's future life in Wenfeng Town. As a result, the trace of perception between those blank spiritual positions and the "cross-strait situation" that had just risen was only ignored after a flash in his and Wei Fei's hearts.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a "ding dong" sound, and some of them seemed to be the sound of mountain springs dripping, which came from the corner on the right. Chen Feng and Shen Lang immediately turned their heads to look, the loess was thick-walled, and there was nothing unusual. Shen Lang hesitated for a moment, walked over and leaned down to listen carefully for a while, and said uncertainly, "Second Master, there seems to be a sound of water flowing behind here." His ears were pressed against the cave wall, and he listened quietly with bated breath, in fact, there was no other obvious movement except for the sound of dripping water just now, but somehow, there was a strange feeling in his heart, as if at the other end of the cave wall, there was a stream of water flowing slowly and silently, and even his mind drifted into the distance.

Chen Feng didn't speak, Shen Lang followed his gaze, but saw Wei Fei was demented as if he was wandering out of the world. Although he was still a little flustered, he was not worried, he was not bad, and the mind of the master was also authentic, coupled with the breath of the Eight Kings of the Yin Soul in his body, under the stimulation of the surrounding gloomy environment, he woke up after a long time, and without Chen Feng's explanation, it could be seen that Wei Fei had entered a mysterious realm again.

Shen Lang looked at Wei Fei strangely, he didn't know when he would be able to really enter the room, he could already vaguely feel the state of mind of Master Wei Fei at the moment, but to really comprehend, it was no longer determined by the length of practice, in addition to Huigen's talent, there was also the most ethereal and gratuitous word "chance".

But just when Shen Lang's gaze was about to leave Wei Fei's body, suddenly, Wei Fei, who had been standing, seemed to move very weakly. Shen Lang suddenly felt that his shoulders were like a thousand pounds, and he almost vomited under the heavy pressure, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a strange suction force appeared on Wei Fei's body, and Shen Lang's consciousness suddenly blurred.

Wei Fei was the opposite of him, just when he thought that he was going to habitually enter a certain realm again, his divine consciousness actually floated, and he was incredibly dispersed. But fortunately, Wei Fei's level of comprehension of spiritual power and wisdom at this time, even Chen Feng did not dare to speculate, Wei Fei didn't care about this divine consciousness that was going to leave him, and naturally he could easily take it back, but this situation made him extremely surprised. The two of them, including Chen Feng, have very little real cultivation experience, but the insight and kung fu of the two of them is the inheritance of the Qimen system, which has reached a level that even they themselves don't know. It is no exaggeration to say that the difference between the two of them from the avenue is only one or two steps, but this layer of window paper wants to be broken, and in fact, how can it be explained by numbers.

At this time, Wei Fei's heart moved, and then a trace of enlightenment arose, he smiled slightly, and moved his gaze to Shen Lang. At the same time, Chen Feng also smiled. To put it in detail, he and Wei Fei are indeed outliers among the outliers in the Daomen, and they are quite in line with the identity of the heirs of the Banner Gate. Not to mention Chen Feng's miscellaneous studies and insights comparable to encyclopedias, Wei Fei's body seems to be full of puzzles, although spiritual power is not so difficult to cultivate, but Wei Fei's start and progress are really unreasonable. It's just that all of this has been ignored under the identity of Chen Fengqimen's heir.

Including Chen Feng himself, under the two sons of "Qimen", he automatically omitted the abnormality that happened to Wei Fei, in his eyes or in the system of Qimen, it is normal for Wei Fei to enter the country like this. But the actual situation is not the case, in fact, both Chen Feng and Wei Fei have doubts, but at the same time, the two of them have ignored the past intentionally or unintentionally. Wei Fei's grandfather, Chen Feng's father, and the taboo of Qimen have too many abnormalities and illogicalities. Chen Feng is based on the arrogance of the heirs of the Qimen who seems to be traceless, while Wei Fei guessed a certain possibility, and is deliberately evading, the two have different starting points, but their respective purposes are 100 million yuan.

"Master and Master, what are they laughing at?" Shen Lang thought vaguely, and in a trance, he only felt sleepiness attacking, and then paragraphs of images that seemed to be dreams and not dreams poured out.