"Heavenly secrets, don't leak them, and those who leak heavenly secrets in vain will kill. Yue Buqun said quietly.

This change came so abruptly that Lian Chengbi and I didn't have time to come to the rescue, and Lu Fengxian had already landed on the ground.

"What kind of heavenly opportunity did he say?" Yue Buqun turned his wheelchair and slowly slid towards us.

The corners of his mouth had indifferent laugh lines, but his eyes were as quiet as the moonlight in the wax moon.

"There are always people who do not believe in the proverbs handed down from time immemorial, and there are some words that the prophet said with some kind of prohibition. If you destroy it without knowing whether you are alive or dead, you will be damned. He said.

"Maybe he didn't sin unto death?" I asked.

Yue Buqun shook his head: "His crime, what you said doesn't count, and I also say it doesn't count." ”

Lian Chengbi sneered and asked, "So, who has the final say?"

Lu Fengxian is a member of the King of Qin, even if the family law is implemented, it must be the King of Qin who has the final say. Yue Buqun brutally killed Lu Fengxian in front of her, which was tantamount to trampling on the authority of the Qin King Society.

Lian Chengbi pointed upward: "God, God has the final say." ”

Lian Chengbi and I looked at each other, and suddenly laughed: "God, where is Tian?"

"Where you can't see—go, don't delay any longer. Yue Buqun replied.

I remember what Lu Fengxian said, Yue Buqun was the only one who could crack the "Devouring Technique". The secret hidden in the wild lake can only be revealed after cracking the "Devouring Technique", so Lu Fengxian really has a request for Yue Buqun.

"Let's go. I nodded, "Goodbye." ”

Lian Chengbi sighed and followed me out.

Waiters were waiting outside the door, leading us through the dimly lit corridor to the ground and standing under the stars.

Lian Chengbi breathed a long sigh of relief, opened his arms, and embraced the night to his heart's content.

The night in the villa area was unusually quiet, and everything seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

"It's finally out, and if I'm going to live underground all day, I'm going to be crazy. Lian Chengbi sighed, "Similarly, if I were to be in a wheelchair all day and couldn't go anywhere, I would rather die on the spot." ”

It can be seen that she is both resentful and pitying for Yue Buqun, and this emotion is quite complicated.

In the northern sky, a shining meteor suddenly streaked across the sky, illuminating my chaotic thoughts.

The meteor made my sixth sense extremely sharp, and an answer popped out of my mind: "Ah Bi, Lu Fengxian is not dead." ”

"What?" said Lian Chengbi.

I can't figure out my thoughts for the time being, this answer jumped out in advance, and there is no trace of it.

Judging from the current situation, Lu Fengxian has the intention of taking the initiative to seek death, which is a huge suspicion.

Yue Buqun's defensive skills were impeccable, so if he wanted to open this protective net, he had to take some extraordinary measures. Therefore, I guess that one or some enemies have carried out careful and meticulous planning, step by step, relay operations, and advance ring by ring, and their ultimate goal is to kill Yue Buqun and uncover all the secrets of the rivers and lakes he has mastered.

The direction in which the meteor fell was at a thirty-degree angle to the east-north, and without thinking, I walked in that direction with Lianchengbi.

After passing through the villa, we crossed a line of wisteria fences and approached the base of the mountain.

In the distance, I saw a red bright spot five meters above the ground.

"There's someone ahead, you go around from the right flank, and act as a countermeasure. Remember, don't scream at anything you see, and you have to be 100% calm. "I tell Lianchengbi.

Lian Chengbi agreed, quickly walked to the right front, and under the cover of rocks and artemisia grass, he sneaked to the east of the red dot after a few minutes.

I bent over and walked slowly, observing the movement around me as I went.

The place where the red dot appears is on an abandoned dead-end road, which is rarely frequented by people except for wild mandarin ducks.

"Why do you say that Lu Fengxian is not dead?" I asked myself.

"His head was twisted off by Yue Buqun's amorous ring, and the dead body was lying there, how could he not die?"

The other didn't give an inch: "I know his ** is dead, I'm talking about spirit and soul." We all know that ** exists for no more than a hundred years, but a person's spirit has always been alive and will not die for a hundred years. ”

The first villain retorted: "However, Lu Fengxian really died in the underground wine cellar, this is an irrefutable fact. Even if you say that he is mentally immortal, it is a matter of another realm. Strictly speaking, Lu Fengxian is dead. ”

The second villain vigorously retorted: "I say that he is not dead because his spirit, his soul, still has an impact on what happens in this world." Since it has influence, it doesn't matter if his ** is not there, and it is that kind of thinking that really bothers others. So I say, he's dead, but he's still alive. ”

The debate between the two villains is also where my thoughts are confused and entangled, because I am deeply aware that Lu Fengxian is still alive, and at that moment, he deliberately sacrificed ** out and let Yue Buqun strangle him.

In other words, his ** is a decoy, as soon as it is thrown, this plan of "luring the tiger and swallowing the hook" has been rolled out, and then a steady stream of new offensive methods will be produced.

Historically, there have been examples of this kind of "taking one's body as bait and inverting the order", and each time it has received miraculous results. As I said before, Yue Buqun has used the unique elements of disability, wheelchair, and underground secret room to shape himself into a cement concrete fortress that is not afraid of rain and wind, floods, and any impacts.

Therefore, Lu Fengxian adopted this unconventional method to lead Yue Buqun to another unfamiliar environment, waiting for an opportunity to kill him.

Then, in this case, there must be a person who understands to remind them that this seemingly "ingenious" layout is not new, and smart people like Yue Buqun are likely to find the trap at a glance, and then use their strength to fight and plan to eliminate the forces opposing themselves on the rivers and lakes of Jinan in one fell swoop.

Instead of going straight to the red dot, I stopped halfway through and looked back.

Now, I'm standing a little above the cherry blossom villa, and I'm getting to see the layout of the villa. From a geographical point of view, the townhouse in the south is used as a barrier to resist the hot wind in the south, and the mountain roots in the north are used to prevent the cold and gloomy cold wave in the north; from a military point of view, the townhouse is the "foot" composed of shields and pikemen, while the single-family house can be called the central general, responsible for dispatching everything; from the metaphysical point of view, the townhouse becomes the head of a huge octopus, and the scattered single-family house is the tail and tentacles of the octopus, which has very high mobility.

On the whole, if the attacker attacked from the south, he would be hindered by the shield pikemen, and if he attacked from the north, the generals in the center would be backed by pikemen, and they could advance and retreat.

This kind of formation is similar to the "one-word long snake formation" placed by Shizhou ** on Furong Street. The Chinese Qimen Dunjia technique calls this array "Qiankun Mixed Yuan One Qi Immortal", also known as the formation of "Wang Ba Dao Stone Tablet".

Yue Buqun has a disabled leg and is good at defending but not attacking, so this way of arranging the formation is highly consistent with his physiological characteristics and complements each other.

"If King Qin is going to come here, will there be a way?" I subconsciously planned for Lian Chengbi.

Of course, unless you destroy this hill and dig up the "roots in the mountain" on which Sakura Villa rests, there is almost no chance of victory.

I was delayed for two minutes before continuing.

After rounding a dense wall of trees, I was less than fifteen paces away from the red dot.

The red dot hung in the air, and it turned out to be the top indicator of an outdoor antenna.

"Click, click," a strange sound came from the darkness under the red dot.

I quickened my pace, but at the same time I was vigilant lest I be killed by mistake.

Five steps away from the red dot, I could see clearly that there was a man sitting there with his right hand, pulling a huge bellows that was at least five meters long, one meter wide and one meter high.

Bellows, an ancient combustion tool, have become extinct in modern times, and are rare even in rural areas, let alone in Jinan City.

The sound it makes is very strange, but it is the most familiar to the common people.

"Who?" I asked.

In the middle of the night, no one wants to come here, unless they have a ghost in their hearts or have a holiday with Yue Buqun.

The man pulling the bellows turned to me, and as I expected, this person was Yan Fohai.

If I couldn't see him, but only my eyes, I would mistakenly think that I was facing a wolf who had been hungry for half a month. At this moment, his eyes showed a strange dark green, and the core of the eyeball was a bright green close to the light bead of a flashlight.

I stopped and waited for him to answer.

In the iron cage, Yan Fohai was already a waste, and everyone had lost confidence in him.

In all fairness, Lu Fengxian saved Yan Fohai, but at this moment, he lost his life.

"It's me, Mr. Xia. He said.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"I'm here to open the mountain. He pointed back to the mountains.

"What is your intention in getting a huge bellows here? I'm not afraid to tell you the truth, Lu Fengxian who brought you here is dead, and the rest of the work can only be done by yourself - and this bellows. I said.

Yan Fohai didn't care: "As long as the person who can survive is the lucky one, he should do his best to complete the business that others have not completed." ”

The bellows exist to support combustion, and if there is a bellows, there must be a stove, but now I can't see the stove, and one end of the bellows goes all the way deep into the mountain.

"Mr. Yan, don't play dumb riddles. I said.

Lu Fengxian's death made me feel desperate, Yue Buqun was too strong, his strength was unfathomable, and what he showed so far was only the tip of the iceberg. This villa and the mountain are Yue Buqun's base, with the mountain as the root, it is extremely difficult for outsiders to shake it.

"You're just a bystander—" Yan Fohai puffed out his chest, "Don't get involved in these things." Besides, the wind and waves on the rivers and lakes are not something that you little white faces can understand. I advise you, it is better to hurry up and put on your shoes and go ashore and live the life of ordinary people......"

His palms were originally hanging by his side, but at this moment, he slowly lifted them, palms facing each other, and in just a few seconds, two blurred white lights appeared in his palms.

It was quiet, and there was no sound in my ears, but suddenly I heard the wails of hundreds of people.

The voice came from the palm of the Buddha Sea, and at this moment the palm has become a broadcast horn, sending these sounds to my ears in a steady stream.

I took a deep breath, stood still, and listened.

Every voice is so miserable, as if the most unfortunate thing in the world is concentrated on one person, so this person lets out a terrible howl, whether he is in the realm of "life" or "death", in short, life is worse than death, death is worse than life, and the pain is beyond measure. The only thing that comes to mind when anyone hears this voice is the word "miserable".

This is the "soul detention technique" of the Buddha Sea, which belongs to a secret evil art, and its principle has not been explained in detail so far.

"You say, Yue Buqun takes the mountain as his root, if I detain the soul of the mountain with me, will he still have roots?" Yan Fohai asked coldly.

I couldn't help but snort and turned my face to look at the top of the mountain.

In the perception of ordinary people, mountains are of course soulless. However, in the eyes of thaumaturgists, mountains, rivers, and tides all have souls, and everything is the same, without exception.

"Your Excellency's bellows is not for combustion, but for drawing money at the bottom of the kettle to extinguish the fire for Yue Buqun?" I asked rhetorically.

Yan Fohai nodded: "That's right, extinguish the fire." The fire is gone, why should he continue to stand on his feet?"

I understand the meaning of Yan Fohai, this way of fighting "fighting cattle across the mountains" has completely surpassed the realm of battle, and has become a sword competition in the air, just looking at the sword intent, you will know the victory.

"Yay. I say from the bottom of my heart.

Before coming here, I thought that Yue Buqun's defenses were well-developed and impregnable, with almost no flaws. As soon as Yan Fohai made a move, he was digging graves and digging roots, smashing Huanglong, and the offensive was extremely fierce.

"Yue Buqun will soon be able to realize the change in the aura of the Sakura Villa, and I suspect that he will definitely release a drone to scan the situation around the villa, and he will definitely be able to find me. So, I need your help—the 'Soul Restraint Technique' needs a 'Wind Fixing Pill', and you might be able to do it......"

Yan Fohai's voice became lower and lower, so I had to slowly lean over to him, holding my breath and listening to him.

"What is the 'Dingfeng Pill'?" I asked.

Suddenly, I felt a huge change in my voice, the sound of the urn was full of gas, and the echo was bursting, as if I had been put into a big urn, and the sound could not be transmitted at all.

"You're ...... In the Art of Soul Restraint...... can act as a 'Dingfeng Pill'...... Role, don't move, fight...... It's about to begin......" Yan Fohai's voice came from afar.

Only then did I realize that before I knew it, I had fallen into the sea of words and entered the palm of his hand.

The surrounding scenery became blurred, and my vision was not completely blocked, but it was as if I was standing outside the window and looking in, and whatever I saw seemed to be filtered through frosted glass.

Mountains are still mountains, villas are still villas, but it's all far away from me.

"It's miserable—"

"Miserable...... Ah......h

"I ...... Good...... Miserable...... Ah......h

"Save ...... I...... Save...... I ......"

Right behind me, all of a sudden, I burst into tears.

I turned around in horror, and in the darkness of the night, countless ragged and fleshy men staggered, howling as they went, and pierced my eardrums for a moment. What's even more terrifying is that everyone's walk is disorderly, some are coming towards me, some are far away from me, some are going to the left, some are going to the right, everyone is moving their legs aimlessly, exhausted and desperate.

This is a world controlled by the "Soul Binding Technique" of the Buddha Sea, and those lonely souls and wild ghosts have been forbidden by the Sea of Words and Buddhas to live here for a long time. And I may end up in the same fate.

"Lianchengbi—" I know, she's my only hope.

At this moment, if Lian Chengbi can jump out of the shadows and kill Yan Fohai, it can help me get out of trouble. On the contrary, if one blow fails, even the city will fall into the abyss of "soul detention art" like me.

Suddenly, the world outside me was in turmoil, and it flew up to the nine skies, far above the mountains on the side.

I looked down, and the whole city of Jinan was under my overlook.

On Jingshi Road, the eastbound and westbound lanes were all blocked, and the cars lined up in two long queues. The lights flashed wildly, the horns blazed wildly, and the drivers all stuck their heads out of the windows and shouted insults and noise.

This is the world, where all kinds of mortals come together, all kinds of pieces, and so on. In the traffic jam, everyone's mentality and face are extremely ugly, and they all turn into a furnace of rage.

Beyond the human world, there is the world of thaumaturgists. There, although there is no abuse and quarrels, the more silent it is, the more dangerous it becomes.

Outside, it is the real world, but inside, it is a human purgatory, and the ghosts cry and the howls of wolves are getting louder and louder.

"Save ...... I...... Beg...... Beg...... You...... Save...... I ......" a voice reached at my feet, and then a pair of hands reached out and grabbed my ankles.

Epilogue Spectrum of Weapons

The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. Success or failure turns empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking.

I think this song "Linjiang Immortal" can also be used to describe the rivers and lakes of Jinan City that are rising again today.

The common people never care about the "changing banner of the king at the head of the city", they just want to work diligently, so that the family can be fed and clothed, and live a peaceful life.

Of course, they won't care about the rivers and lakes, thaumaturgists, sects and other unattainable things.

Just like back then, when Bai Xiaosheng wrote the weapon spectrum, the heroes of the world were boiling, and they couldn't wait to use their martial arts, leave their names on the weapon spectrum, and leave their voices in the history of the rivers and lakes. Even if all the masters of the "Heavenly Machine Stick, Xiao Li Flying Knife, Amorous Ring, and Wenhou Silver Halberd" stood in front of them together, they would just watch the excitement, cheer twice, and then do their own thing, eat and eat, and walk with their feet.

The world of thaumaturgists will always be the stage of thaumaturgists, and it is destined to have nothing to do with the people.

Then, when the "Wenhou Silver Halberd" Lu Fengxian fell under Yue Buqun's "amorous ring", I was deeply touched by the rolling heads and the pillars of blood spurting from the neck cavity.

Hackers, weapon masters, politicians, columnists, lobbyists...... As long as they are different from ordinary people, they should be placed among thaumaturgists.

I seem to see that the battles in the thaumaturgical world are like a frenzy that spreads across the coastline, from east to west, from south to north, from Asia to the Americas, from Europe to Africa......

There is no corner in heaven and earth that can be spared.

From the analysis of the situation of a Jinan city, you can understand the pattern of the world's rivers and lakes.

In this kind of storm, I can't be immune to it, so I can only move forward with the storm, looking forward to crossing the storm and stepping on the land of eternal tranquility.

I am the last descendant of the Xia family, I must go through the wind and rain, I must make a comeback, and I must live up to the prestige of the Xia family.

The storm is coming, will my day of flight be far away?

(Tianjin)