Feng Musilly stood at the door, and it took a long time to come to his senses. Liu Peifeng, who suddenly disappeared, was as sudden as his appearance. Only the pendant in his hand reminded Feng Mu that all this was not an illusion.

Back on the bed, Feng Mu carefully looked at the pendant in his palm. The pendant, about half the size of a thumb, is supposed to be made of some kind of stone, oval white, with a soft shimmer. The pendant doesn't weigh much, and if you put it in the palm of your hand, you can feel a little lightweight, but you don't feel it when you hang it around your neck. Only the coldness that touched the skin reminded Feng Mu that there was an extra ornament on his neck, but he was completely used to such coldness in a short time.

The Scorched Earth Continent is rich in auxiliary items, and on the other side of the world, there are rare treasures yet to be discovered, but any high-level martial artist will always have a few items around him, either for cultivation or for strife. It is normal for his father to go south and north, and collect items, thinking of this, Feng Mu couldn't help but touch the ink-colored badge pinned to his waist, is this also what his father left for himself?

Although he didn't know what these things could be used for, Feng Mu was sure that when his strength improved, these things would come in handy.

No matter what, my parents still care about me, and there must be a special reason why they haven't shown up in the past two years. Feng Mu closed his eyes, and sketched the appearance of his parents in his mind, his father was as strict as a mountain, and his mother was gentle as water, they took Feng Mu to play together, cultivate together, go south and north together, and explore the other side of the world together.

Thinking about it, Feng Mu fell asleep unconsciously. He seemed to have had many dreams, but when he woke up in the morning, he couldn't remember any dreams, but there was a sentence swirling in his mind, and that sentence was like this - the reincarnation of heaven, the darkness descended.

Not only Feng Mu, but when he woke up this morning, all the villagers in Taiping Village knew this sentence - the reincarnation of heaven, the darkness descended.

Not everyone had the same dream, and not everyone heard the same story, the whole thing should be described as follows: all the villagers were implanted with the same memories at the same time.

The scene is reminiscent of a morning ten years ago. That morning, all the villagers knew about the sealing of the Shura gibbons in the Taiping Mountain. Because of the case from ten years ago, it is not so surprising that a similar situation happened again this time.

After moving around in the open space in front of the door, Feng Mu did not go to Taiping Mountain, but walked towards Jing Li's home.

Today is the unique festival of Xunsang Town, the sachet festival, which has been spread in Xunsang for a hundred years, originally to commemorate a heroic figure in the history of Xunsang, and now it has become a good day for the people of Xunsang to celebrate. At this time of year, there will be a large temple fair in Xunsang Town, which is very lively. At the temple fair, many young girls will bring their favorite sachets, and many young boys will also give sachets to the girls they like.

As early as five days ago, Feng Mu made an appointment with Jinglang Jing Xiangyao that today he would bid farewell to the boring cultivation and go to Xunsang Town to spend the sachet festival together, so as to relax and relax.

On the way to Jing's house, the villagers were discussing what happened last night. It wasn't until he walked into Jing's house that Jing Lang's first sentence was to ask Feng Mu if anything strange happened last night.

Feng Mu nodded and said, "Well, the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, darkness has descended." What do you think that means?"

Jing Lang pulled Feng Mu aside: "I asked my father, this is probably to say that the endless darkness of a thousand years ago will come again after a thousand years." ”

Feng Mu was a little surprised: "This year is already the 993rd year of the Dragon Rain Calendar, if you calculate it this way, there are still seven years left, and the Scorched Earth Continent will once again be full of fire and experience a catastrophe." ”

Jing Lang was noncommittal: "My father sued me that there were such post-apocalyptic rumors a long time ago, but now the rumors are spread by some people with ulterior motives. In fact, the Scorched Earth Continent does not show any signs of falling into a catastrophe now, and no one knows the future, so there is no need to worry about it. Moreover, even if darkness falls again in seven years, when we have already practiced divine skills, as long as we are here, the Scorched Earth Continent will ......."

"People with ulterior motives?, how did he make everyone get the same information overnight?" Feng Mu interrupted Jing Lang, as for what Jing Lang said at the end, he didn't hear it.

"I also asked my father this question, and he only said that I would understand it in the future, and then I would go on to something else. Jing Lang was a little dumbfounded. Of course, the son understands his father, Jingli really doesn't like to talk, he is depressed and melancholy all day long.

When the two were talking, Jing Xiangyao had already come out. She didn't look very good in her spirits, and she still had signs of crying on her face. I think it was Jingli's punishment that made her uncomfortable, but this is not the first time this has happened. Feng Mu comforted a few words, and talked about the pleasant experience of last year's sachet festival, so Jing Xiangyao quickly packed up her mood and prepared to go.

As for the strange thing that happened last night, since everyone had a similar experience and had a good time this morning, it seems that there is nothing to worry too much about.

When a custom lasts for 100 years, it naturally becomes the calling card of the local area. Many outsiders will think of the sachet festival when they talk about Xunsang, so every year today, not only Xunsang people, but also many outsiders will come to join in the fun.

Feng Mu, Jing Lang, Jing Xiangyao, Jing Li, a group of four, arrived in Xunsang in a carriage. After getting out of the car, Jing Lang and Jing Xiangyao walked on both sides of Jingli respectively, happily, talking and laughing, and the innocence and fun that a half-grown child should have were undoubtedly revealed. After all, after settling in Taiping Village, Jingli would only take them to play three times a year, namely the birthdays of the two and the Sachet Festival.

In this situation, Feng Mu couldn't help but feel a little sad. No matter how unsmiling Jing Li is, he is still by Jing Lang and Jing Xiangyao's side, and his parents have not seen each other in two years.

In Xunsang Town today, there are a lot more people on the street than usual, and there are many more merchants on the street than usual, the stalls are next to each other, cloth canopy to cloth canopy, there are people who sell clothes and shoes, pots and spoons, cloth patterns, and more people who sell sachets. It's really hilarious.

A stage was set up on the open ground not far from the entrance of the town, and several singers painted big flower faces, babbling on the stage, constantly flashing and moving. The gongs and drums on the stage were beaten sonorously and powerfully, and the stage was surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside. Jing Lang tiptoed outside to watch for a while, but he squeezed in, and lost his flesh, and even squeezed it in.

Although Jing Xiangyao is a girl, she is not interested in singing, she pulled Feng Mu to the center of the town, Feng Mu hesitated, but Jing Li raised his chin forward, meaning that you go with Jing Xiangyao, I will accompany Jing Lang here, you go play yours.