The streets are noisy with pedestrians, but there is silence here. Although it was daytime, although the sun hung high in the sky, only eight feet were moving forward under the glazed tiles of the high wall, and the sound of repeated footsteps always echoed here, but it was not heard by others.

It's not that it's not heard by others, but it's because there's no one here.

Wei Xi walked back and forth under the high wall, his figure in a hurry and anxious, and he was dazzled by the eight feathers. Lu Shu on the side stood there and snorted to himself, his voice humming and ringing, it was very boring. Wei Xicheng seemed to be unable to stop for a while, so Lu Shu naturally lay on the ground and closed his eyes, but began to enjoy the rare sunbathing.

"Brother Wei, have you thought of any way?" Ba Yu looked at Wei Xicheng's face and said.

Perhaps because the war had already been waged, the guards of the Imperial Palace of the Land of the Mocking Wind were several times more numerous than those of the Overlord or the Kiss, and the security was unimaginably tight. If it weren't for the gap between patrols around the palace for a quarter of an hour, it would be impossible for Hachiyu and Wei Xicheng to stand here and talk at this time.

"No, ......," Wei Xicheng said. But before Wei Xicheng could continue, Lu Shu, who had closed his eyes on the side, raised his head again and snorted. This was the fourth time that Lu Shu had interrupted Wei Xicheng after rushing outside the walls of the palace, which made him a little unbearable.

So, Wei Xi took out a few jars of old wine from his own stone and threw them directly to Lu Shu, and then shouted: "Wine, your wine, take these and drink them, see how long you can drink them." The wine jar took off into the air, drawing one beautiful arc after another and flying towards Lushu. Although he had no hands and only four hooves, Lu Shu still deftly caught the jars of old wine, and then withdrew directly backwards without waiting for Wei Xicheng to continue to speak, disappearing.

Looking at the place where Lu Shu disappeared, Wei Xicheng was a little sluggish at first, and then his emotions instantly began to be really angry: "This old drunkard...... It's really that the six relatives don't recognize it except for the wine???"

Lu Shu left, and the scene suddenly became a little autumn wind. At first, when Lu Shu helped find Jiuhan, Wei Xicheng and Bayu actually had a lot of hope in their hearts. After all, even if Jiu Ban was captured and put in a cell, he and Bayu would just go to rob a big prison, and they wouldn't be as embarrassed as they are now. After all, this is the palace of a country standing in front of him, even if the national strength of the country of mocking wind is weak, the palace will not be able to enter as much as anyone wants. If he can't defend against the masters of the Holy Realm, then I'm afraid that the monarch of this country of mocking winds will be assassinated ten thousand times a day. But then again, why was Nine Half sent to the Mocking Wind Palace? Could it be that he had already been sent to the Mocking Wind Monarch? Or was it that the Mocking Wind General Zhu Yan was inextricably linked to the Mocking Wind Monarch and caused Nine Half to be sent here? In any case, the situation was indeed very critical.

Thinking of this, Wei Xicheng couldn't help but be at a loss, and Bayu had almost nothing to say. The scene became awkward for a while.

But in an instant, the appearance of a teenager's voice broke the embarrassment. Just after Lu Shu left, a young man's voice immediately came from behind Wei Xicheng: "Uncle uncle, is the horse you just ran away from?"

Horse? When did I get a horse? Wait, what is this sound! Wei Xicheng was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound, and then immediately turned around, and a little boy whose head had not yet reached his waist appeared in front of him. In fact, before Wei Xicheng found this little boy, Bayu had already seen him, but because this little child might be really good-looking, the stunned Bayu didn't react in time.

This child is so beautiful, his hair is very thick, and he is well cared for by someone who knows how. A pair of big sparkling eyes under the hair complement the skin that can be broken by blowing, as if an immortal has descended into the world. He was wearing a bright yellow silk dress, which made him look like an eight-year-old face, but when he looked closely, his temperament already looked like a crown.

Seeing that Bayu and Wei Xicheng didn't speak, the little kid could only repeat what he had just said again: "Uncle, was that horse yours just now?"

"No, it's not. Standing and talking was still a little tiring to his neck, so Wei Xi simply squatted down so that he was about the same height as the little boy. "Who are you, kid, and what's in your family?"

"They're busy, so I'm going to go out and play on my own. Uncle and uncle, I like your horse very much, can you give it to me?" the young man said, his tone ripe, with a hint of command but also childishness.

The young man's words reached Wei Xicheng's ears, but he gasped instead. Whose child's tone is this? Besides, listening to his tone, it seems that he is used to doing this? Thinking of this, Wei Xicheng's heart is a little uncomfortable. Thinking that his daughter was much younger than this child, but in fact, according to her age, she was going to marry a child of the same age as this teenager, Wei Xicheng's heart was even more uncomfortable. So Wei Xicheng thought about it for a while, and said in a serious tone:

"That horse isn't mine, so I can't give it to you. ”

The news was like a death sentence for the little boy for something he liked most, but he didn't show it so obviously. The emotions of sadness and sadness soon piled up on the little boy's face, his facial features wrinkled together as fast as he could, the corners of his mouth and the corners of his eyes fell together, and what was even more excessive was that the latter actually piled up tears at a very fast speed, and they hung crystal clear in the corners of his eyes, as if they were about to gush out.

It is clear that this child has a routine. Although he is still young, he did not use the three magic weapons of ordinary children: one crying, two troubles and three hangings. On the contrary, he replaced the emotion of "anger" with "grievance", and with his cute face, it was hard not to work.

Wei Xicheng had never encountered such a situation, and he panicked for a while. And at this time, the eight feathers on the side made up for it. A woman is the least resistant to good-looking things, let alone a good-looking child? At this time, it is the best time for the flood of Bayu's mother's love, she gently bypassed Wei Xicheng and walked to the young man's side and squatted down, took out her cherished handkerchief and carefully wiped the tears from the corners of the child's eyes, and then said softly:

"It's true that the horse doesn't belong to my uncle, and the owner of the horse is not around, so we can't give it away to anyone ourselves. But my sister can compensate you with something else, do you think it's okay?"

"Something else? After Ba Yu's words were finished, the young man stopped his work and asked instead. "Is there anything more beautiful than that big horse, sister?"

"Of course there is, believe it or not. As if afraid that the boy would not believe it, Hachiyu immediately took out her magic pen from her bosom, and she skillfully dipped it in ink before she began to paint on the ground. With the magic pen in her hand, the earth is her drawing paper, and the tip of the pen tosses and turns on the ground between the flips of her wrist, as if she is the most dexterous dancer in the world. Soon, Bayu fell into a state of incomparable concentration, and at this moment she was the only one in this world, the king and the venerable.

Wei Xicheng turned his head to look at Hachiyu in surprise, even though he had seen her paint, the surprise could not be erased, and the boy stopped his aggrieved mood and replaced it with a full of surprise, as if he were watching something incredible. Soon, the last pen was written, the last one was evenly touched, in the disbelief eyes of Wei Xicheng and the young man, and in the slight gasp after the eight feathers closed the pen, a deer Shu "stood up" from the ground alive and "stood" in front of the three of them. From the form to the hair to the breath, this "Lushu" is almost the same as the real Lushu, but it is obvious that it has lost the "god" in its eyes, as if it has no soul.

"Sister, are you a fairy?" the young man said to Bayu while stroking the delicate but really incomparably fluffy body of the "Lushu" in front of him. At this time, the big horse in front of him, which was drawn by eight feathers, was very real, and in the eyes of the young man, it was almost a real horse. And to be able to create such a rare and beautiful spirit beast out of thin air, who is this sister in front of him who is not a god?

While patting the "Lu Shu" in front of him with the palm of his hand, Wei Xicheng applauded continuously. There is not enough such thing as a miracle no matter how many times you have seen it, not to mention that the person who created the miracle is standing in front of him? Another point is that in fact, Wei Xicheng has long been dissatisfied with the new life of Lushu, and at this time he is just fighting cattle across the mountain, pointing at Sang and scolding Kui.

Eight Feathers naturally heard the young man's words, she put away the pen in her hand and just wanted to say something, when suddenly her ears were filled with the sound of uniform steps. Immediately after that, there was the sound of swords colliding, and then a group of soldiers rushed over, and surrounded Hachiyu and the others at an extremely fast speed, and the atmosphere here instantly became serious.

"Who are you, where do you come from, why are you gathering around the palace at this time!"

Wei Xicheng didn't want to escape, he couldn't escape if he wanted to escape in the capital of the Mocking Wind Country, and it was estimated that he would be firmly controlled by a large number of troops before he left the city. You must know that no matter how strong a cultivator's cultivation is, he is a person after all, and any personal ability in front of the state apparatus is basically not worth mentioning. So at this time, Wei Xicheng just silently put on a fighting posture, thinking that if it really didn't make sense, he could only try to fight his way. It's just that if they choose to escape, it will be hard for the nine and a half who are still in the palace.

However, everything that followed made the eight feathers on the side tremble, and the plans in Wei Xicheng's mind became redundant. The young man who had just stood behind Wei Xicheng waited until the "Lu Shu" drawn by Eight Feathers dissipated and stepped out and appeared in front of the little leader. After taking that step, the young man's momentum suddenly rose sharply, as if he had grown up many years and experienced several years of wind and frost in an instant, which made Wei Xicheng feel a chill down his spine.

The little commander suddenly knelt down on one knee, buried his head deeply, and whispered, "See His Royal Highness." ”

"See His Royal Highness. Seeing that the commander had already knelt down, the surrounding circle of soldiers knelt on the ground in unison and said at the same time.

Wei Xicheng and Hachiyu were surprised to see this scene, but the young man only waved his hand lightly and said, "It's okay, let's get up." ”

"Thank you, Prince Xie!" seemed to be a programmed reply, and several people around said in unison. The soldiers stood up in unison, but all of them slightly hunched their backs with a little timidity. The little commander stepped forward and said, "His Royal Highness the Prince is going to leave for the palace at this moment?"

"That's right, let's go now. Oh, by the way, these two brothers and sisters behind me are my guests, and they want to go back with me. ”

"Yes. After the young prince finished speaking, he raised his legs and walked forward. The group of soldiers surrounding them automatically gave way for them to move forward. It seems that unconsciously, after listening to the young man's words, Wei Xicheng and Bayu automatically followed, although both of them were much older than the young man, but at this moment they were like his followers.

After walking behind the young man for a while, and seeing that he was about to walk to the main gate of the palace, Bayu asked tentatively, "Prince, the prince of the country of mocking winds?"

"Yes, it's me. ”

"And what's your name?" Crossing the bridge that encircled the moat, the group approached the palace of the Mocking Wind Country. The walls at the main entrance of the palace are taller than the rest, but they are not more majestic. The figure of the young prince became more and more petite against the backdrop of the walls of the palace.

"Shijia. The young prince named Shi Jia did not look back, but said: "You should remember this name, sister, my name is Shi Jia, and I am the prince of the country of mocking winds." ”

In the Mocking Wind Palace, in the room where I don't know the location, Jiu Ban was still sitting on the bed, while Zhu Yan was sitting on the edge of the bed not far away, looking out the window and stunned. Neither of them spoke, and at this moment the time in the room seemed to have stopped, and the silence was terrifying.

After a while, Zhu Yan turned his head, he wiped his lips with his fingers as if he was a little guilty, and then said, "Nine and a half, are you really not going to accept my proposal?"

"I don't have anything to say to you," Jiu Ban scolded him back with a word, "The only thing I'm curious about now is whether you're going to let me out, or are you waiting for me to kill myself?"

Hearing this, Zhu Yan smiled: "Kill out, do you forget who caught you in, or do you forget whose subordinate you once was?"

"It's not what it used to be. How do you know I'm going to be the same as I was then?"

"Oh yes?" The smile on Zhu Yan's face had not diminished, he looked at Jiuhan like an idiot, but at this moment, Jiuhan was a little furious. "Okay, even if you defeat me or even kill me, and I can escape from here, are you sure that you will be able to escape in the Mocking Wind Palace? ”

Hearing Zhu Yan's words, although there was no change in his face, Jiu Ban's heart still shivered fiercely. Sure enough, it was not much different from what he expected, the foundation of a country could not only be explained by a saint, but even Zhu Yan couldn't say how many old monsters of the Holy Realm were hidden in this mocking wind palace. But in addition to this, there is another thing that Jiu Ban has to guard against: although Zhu Yan's realm can't be seen, he must have reached the realm of perfection in his cultivation of magic, so he is so confident that he can catch himself again.

Now it is impossible to escape, fight or sue for peace, staring at Zhu Yan's smiling eyes, Jiuhan is really helpless, and even very embarrassed.

"Mr. Nine and a Half, is there really nothing negotiable about this matter?"

It seems that thousands of silver needles fall on his chest, and it seems that the Nine Heavens Milky Way falls into the Yellow Spring, and at this time, the nine and a half suddenly heard a voice that he once wanted to hear the most, and it was the last thing he wanted to hear at the moment. It was a woman's voice, gentle and soft as if it was cooked glutinous rice in the water town of the south of the Yangtze River, but it was the most undesirable and unlikely voice to appear here. As the sound sounded, the footsteps followed, and a woman walked into the room with all the steps, she walked around the screen and walked in front of the nine-and-a-half, not amazed the time, but really stabbed a fresh and active heart to blood.

What a familiar face it was, a face that I had been thinking about for many nights but had to think about it, the beautiful and moving face that should have disappeared forever in this world actually appeared in front of me again at this moment. Is it a miracle? Is it a miracle? Is it the immortal Buddha who came down to earth to make you reincarnate in front of my eyes? Nine and a half don't know.

How many days and nights of worrying are meaningless at this moment, and I am really happy that you appeared back then, so that I can like it for many years. But you just went and reappeared so easily, playing with my soul in the palm of your hand.

So, Qiao He, is it really you?

Nine and a half hearts turned over the river and the sea, and the inferior sky collapsed, and the face was the same.