Text Chapter 65 The immortal Yang Po does not extinguish the fire

For five days in a row, the wild song sat upright like a mud bodhisattva, and one after another exercises came out, and the number of people in the square gradually decreased. And the guards who were in charge of the attendants on the left and right looked at the wild song with admiration in their eyes. If in the past, Wild Song was only respected by everyone because of his ability to conduct, but at this moment, he is admired because of his selfless feelings. Not to mention reality, even in those movies and novels, who gets the inheritance is not incognito and penance, and then waits for the time to come out and pretend to be X, how can there ever be such benevolence as a wild song?

When the last person of the lineage left, Madsong stood up with the support of his left and right, his eyes darkened, and his whole body felt extremely sore. Fortunately, a warm current gushed out of the dantian, which alleviated the symptoms. Looking inward, he actually went directly from the acquired realm to the innate peak, only one step away from building the foundation, could it be that preaching to others can also promote cultivation? The legendary behavior of the saints and ancestors who opened the dojo and recruited disciples remains to be considered. Crazy Song smiled suddenly, he was really overwhelmed, he didn't even reach the foundation building period, he even thought of these problems, and even if they had other purposes, they could be regarded as benefiting mankind, and they got it because of their hard work, what's wrong?

"Wild Song, can you let me try it", a man with a ragged face and a haggard face hesitated over, his eyes a little timid and ashamed.

Left and right stepped forward to stop the man: "Go away, Yang Po, Crazy Song has already consumed a lot of time for you." You have tried the method of the five elements and four elephants, and your body has been checked many times for you, are you still not giving up? Don't ......"

Crazy Song raised his hand to stop the guard's words, and he didn't dislike it, he gently patted Yang Po's shoulder, and said with a somewhat unbearable face: "Brother Yang, all the exercises have been tried for you, give up." When I checked my body for the first time, I found that your dantian was damaged and the meridians were congested, and I couldn't bear to tell you, but I saw you so persistent...... Go back, freshen up and go to the Ministry of Industry to get an errand, why live like this? After speaking, he refused to be accompanied by the left and right, and limped in the direction of his house.

"Nope! That's not true! You lie to me, you must have a better technique that you haven't come up with", Yang Po's face was very sad, he roared loudly, and the wild song paused for a moment, shook his head and continued to move forward. I do have a practice that has not been transmitted, but this is the teacher's personal transmission, which integrates the way of formation and the art of war. Not to mention the harsh requirements of this method on practitioners, with the prohibition imposed by the master on his own sea of knowledge, he can't even say the name of the exercise, how can he give it to others?

Yang Po saw that Crazy Song ignored him, his face suddenly became fierce, and he took out a dagger and rushed towards Wild Song: "You forced me, I will kill you!" ”

Wild Song is still moving forward slowly, he is not the battlefield commander who can only add a group buff at most, with Yang Po's ability, he can't even break the naturally derived formation qi on his body, what is there to worry about?

Poof, Yang Po looked at the sharp blade leaking from his heart in surprise, and the severe pain made him suddenly calm down, and he blamed himself in his heart. I saw him bow to the wild song, ignoring the hot blood gushing out like a spring and shouting: "Wild song, I am crazy, please forgive me." Thank you for your patience and I will consider your suggestions. After speaking, he directly pulled out his long sword, threw it at the feet of the guards who were shrinking into a ball because of the first killing, and left with a laugh. The laughter was full of helplessness and sadness, and I don't know what he went through to be like this.

Wild Song sighed, he didn't hate the other party's rudeness, every sad person has countless sad pasts, these are not chosen, there are too many such people, he has done his best, and the rest is decided by fate. After staying here for four or five days, it's time to go back and see Fei Fei, thinking of this, the corners of his mouth are slightly yang, and a flash disappears......

"Is this the Immortal Dao? It's so high, I must practice hard! ", the guard looked at the place where the mad song disappeared and said stupidly. But what he didn't know was that even if he reached the realm of wild songs, he wouldn't be able to do so, because this was the power of the formation.

Guard B was still trembling, the bloody sword on the ground seemed to tell everything that had just happened, and his pale face kept repeating: "I killed, I killed ......", completely lacking the courage of him to stab that sword.

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City Lord's Mansion, Yan Wushuang walked out of the bedroom refreshed, but he had become more and more majestic after not seeing him for a few days. Bo Hongyi followed, the spring tide on his face had not faded, and he looked at Yan Wushuang charmingly, the meaning of his eyes was self-evident. Yan Wushuang didn't explain much, just tilted his head and waited for Bo Hongyi to tidy up his clothes and then strode towards the conference hall.

Just like the emperor's early dynasty, as the territory under the jurisdiction of the Decepticon became more and more extensive, under the unanimous advice of his subordinates, there began to be a regular meeting once a day. The big things are personally present, and the small things are passed on to the side cranes. Perhaps because of the preaching a few days ago, today's morning meeting was very crowded, and even the Ichiken Shadow from the village of the Ichiken family, who had never attended, also came (assigned after the resurrection), but his face seemed to be in a hurry. The others all seemed very leisurely, and a few subordinates compared the cultivation method, if it weren't for Yan Wushuang coming, they would all be eager to compete.

"Thank you for your hard work! Please take a seat", Yan Wushuang smiled and glanced around, waiting for everyone to sit down and continued: "I don't know if you have official business?" ”

Murong Lan, the representative of the Colorful Flower Capital, was about to get up, when he was snatched by a sword and a sword: "Lord Yancheng, the misty forest fire, Pu Zhi is not extinguished, please try to contact Qingli, he and his wife in a sword wide coat are among them"

"What?" Yan Wushuang stood up in shock, "Do you know what the reason is?" ”

A sword shadow shook his head: "It shouldn't be a mortal fire, it may be a natural disaster, please ask the city lord as soon as possible." ”

Yan Wushuang pondered for a while, it must be impossible to send someone to inform him, on the way to that side, he heard that the strength of a sword is so embarrassing, and who on his side can make a move. The only way to connect the teleportation array is to connect to the teleportation array, but the demon capital is ...... It's just that the Yijian family has paid too much for itself, so it should be all about repaying debts. Yan Wushuang took a deep breath, clicked on the application for the teleportation array to communicate, and then said: "I have applied to connect to the demon capital teleportation array, the demon is in the city, and we will agree to it soon, let's go see if there is a way to put out the fire first, it's not a matter of waiting." ”

"City Lord!" , Murong Lan shouted: "I ......"

Yan Wushuang directly interrupted her words: "I know what you want to say, the top priority is to put out the fire in the Misty Forest, and the colorful flowers are all singing wildly and have their own arrangements." Come with me, everybody! As he spoke, he led a group of people towards the Misty Forest, leaving only Murong Lan staring at everyone's backs on the ground......