Just as Gale Song expected, the black and white vultures chased after him, but they failed miserably in a short time. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info is still Wang Shi of the eight-stage qi, plus Zhao Wenqi, who has recovered two or three of his strength, and Tang Tian, who is sending a secret weapon on the side, two ordinary nine-stage qi, can only fail miserably.

After leaving Heiwu Mountain, all the way to the north, after more than half a month of trekking, Wang Shi and his group of five came to the shore of Banhai Lake, waiting for the boat to return to Donglai Mountain.

On the way back, I didn't pass through the weird inn again, and changed the route slightly.

As for the matter of getting the spirit stone, the little girl with the little raccoon at that time was not allowed to reveal it, and Wang Shi, who got the cheap, did not tell the eldest brother about them. Although they were very curious about the secret of the little junior brother, Zhao Wenqi and the others did not delve into it.

After Tang Tian's appraisal and screening, the batch of "garbage" that the little girl gave Wang Shi contained 36 pieces of cold chalcedony jade, 27 pieces of moon condensation stone, and 15 pieces of eight treasured jade......

There are a total of one hundred and thirty-one gems of equal value to the cold chalcedony jade, and the spirit stones among them, after being squandered in the blood abyss, have more than a thousand left.

Such a fortune is enough to pile up a few powerhouses in the Qi Sea Realm, and it is more than enough to buy an entire empire. Even Tang Tian, who had seen a big scene, was frightened, he didn't expect such a nouveau riche to be around him. He couldn't figure out how Wang Shi broke out even if he wanted to break his head.

The only way to solve our worries is to get rich quickly.

No wonder Wang Shi swore that he would give himself twenty pieces of cold chalcedony jade at that time, but now it seems that twenty pieces of cold chalcedony jade is too little, and he has to knock Wang Shi hard.

After settling down in the hut on the shore of Banhai Lake, Wang Shi naturally went to his grandfather's place, drank a few pots of tea, and after a meal of noodles, he came back satisfied.

The ship is still coming, and everyone is here to repair it.

The trip to Heiwu Mountain is finally over, and after so many days of nervous tension, I can finally relax a little, after the five of them have settled here.

Now, everyone's situation is relatively optimistic, Wang Shi, the monster, has naturally recovered the best, originally on the verge of death like Zhuang Kai, and now it is good. This body, which has been ravaged countless times by its master, has become extremely powerful.

With the second layer of the Purple Qi Donglai Technique, Zhao Wenqi recovered quite quickly, but some injuries still needed to be guided by Shizun himself; Tang Tian was also okay, at least he was able to perform the Wind Resisting Technique; Zhuang Kai's condition was also stable, there was nothing abnormal, and he had been asleep.

Everything was recovering smoothly, and everyone seemed to have nothing to do, waiting quietly for the ship to come.

At night, the fog rose from the middle of the lake, and it rolled and moved, like a monster with teeth and claws.

In the past, Wang Shi was not afraid of the weirdness of this half of the sea lake, and after experiencing so much, he even regarded these terrifying and strange scenes as a child's trick.

Without talking to his eldest brother, Wang Shi walked quietly on the shore of this half-sea lake.

There are some things that you have to think about for yourself after all.

Chu Huairou is dead after all, no matter how sentimental it is, it is useless.

Today next year, remember to give him a lala erhu and tell him something interesting, after all, the entire ruin mountain has become his grave, and this tomb is also magnificent.

However, there is always a trace of sadness in my heart, lingering.

Because there are not many friends, no one should be missing.

In the future, no matter what, you must have stronger strength, at least when you encounter the same thing, you will not watch your friend pass away, and you have no choice at all. Also, Erya, who doesn't know where she is, will always take her home in the future.

For Erya, Wang Shi didn't dare to think about it, he didn't know how Erya was doing, so he didn't think about it, if he thought that she was not doing well, but he couldn't do anything, he would inevitably feel uncomfortable for a while.

Those things that don't belong to what he thinks now, Wang Shi won't think about it.

No matter how you look at it, you have to become stronger, and you have to become stronger.

People always have to look forward and move forward, and what has passed, whether it is sadness or happiness, must always be turned into the driving force to move forward. Only those who keep moving forward are truly strong.

On this trip to Heiwu Mountain, there are too many things to sort out and too many things to digest, but now Wang Shi is not in the mood to take a walk here.

Unlike the last time he didn't find Erya's loss, Wang Shi just felt that he needed to go.

I didn't release my consciousness like last time, I didn't encounter a small flower, only the night and fog, only this endless half-sea lake, only this Gobi-like shallows.

Maybe he was tired of walking, or maybe he was conscious for a moment, Wang Shi sat down and looked quietly into the distance.

There is the sound of tidal waves.

At night, this half-sea lake has the same tidal sound as the real sea, after all, it is half a sea, and it must always look like a sea.

Wang Shi touched the magic bronze ring and took out the erhu with broken strings.

There is no moon, there is a tide.

After touching the erhu, Wang Shi had no idea of connecting the strings after all, so he had no interest in playing. After returning to Qingyun Mountain, I want to learn music and rhythm with my master, at the very least, the song "Three Thousand Moonlight Knocking on the Funeral Door" must be learned, Chu Huairou's last sentence "You fucking pull is really ugly", Wang Shi remembers it clearly, and he can't let him look down on him next time.

Watch the night and listen to the tide.

Putting the erhu at his feet, Wang Shi stood up.

I don't know why, but I suddenly want to practice knives.

Ordinary knife practice, no sweat, no exhaustion.

As easy as a walk, Wang Shi waved the knife in his hand.

Straight knives, oblique knives, scimitars......

Rolling dragon knife method, iron wire knife method, Yangui knife method.

There is no logic, no order, like a child chopping the weeds on the side of the road with a wooden stick, Wang Shi cut down his knife very indiscriminately.

This kind of chopping method can no longer be called a knife method, it can only be regarded as a random chop.

The right is to cut off the boredom in his heart, the right is to cut off the sadness of the past, and the right is just a vent for himself.

Just chop it indiscriminately.

There was a tidal sound.

The night is floating with the fog.

A lonely man practicing knives.

Practice messy knives.

Such a mess, with no head or tail, is simply more chaotic than the stones of this shoal.

Wang Shi didn't know what he had practiced, so he just chopped indiscriminately, endlessly. Because he has fallen into this mess, and only by cutting it off can he come out of it, but the more he cuts it, the more chaotic it becomes.

If you carefully study it, the tide sound is undoubtedly the most chaotic sound in the world, but this most chaotic sound can make people feel peaceful.

The tide is coming.

The knife rises and falls.

Although it was chaotic, it was finally peaceful.

The knife fell, and it never got up again.

Wang Shi put away his knife, very calmly, and stood quietly, as if standing like a tree.

After a long time, Wang Shi leaned over and picked up a stone, smiled slightly, and threw it into the half-sea lake with all his strength.

Just like throwing stones farther than anyone else when I was a child, just throwing stones purely has no meaning.

But doesn't the joy of life come from these meaningless things? Children are happier than adults because they have more meaningless things.

Without using spiritual power, just by simply exerting force, the small pebble naturally couldn't fly far, and soon fell into the half-sea lake.

The pebbles were so small that they didn't even make a sound when they fell into them, only the sound of the tide kept coming.

The night is quiet like a sleeping fat man, and this tide is like a naughty tireless little doll.

Gently pulled the erhu, and made a moonlight sound.

Wang Shi smiled, smiling very happily.