Xu Tianwen was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked, "What kind of country are you from?"

The woman took a shallow sip of wine and said with a smile: "General Xu, our country is the homeland of the gods, if you want to understand, you can only go there yourself." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Xu Tianwen's lips pursed into a sharp line and stopped talking.

It wasn't until a wind and snow inadvertently fell on the corner of his dark clothes that he picked up the glass of wine that had run out of temperature and drank it all in one gulp.

This drink is like drinking the snow.

Subsequently, this man, who was known as the soldier saint in the desolate wilderness, stepped on the wind and snow and left the dilapidated mansion.

The woman looked at Xu Tianwen's back, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and she smiled.

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The storm lasted for a long time, but most of them were used to it, and some of the young men even put on thin shirts and went out into the streets.

The Chinese New Year's Eve Festival, whether on earth or in this world, has a special significance, so the Desolate Royal Mansion is also very lively.

Many famous generals came to congratulate, but most of them were Xu Tianwen's faction, and Tang Feng left after a formality, so as not to make the atmosphere too embarrassing.

Out of the Desolate Palace, he went all the way north, and came to an ordinary wooden house.

This is the residence of the blind old man Shen He.

After this old man returned to the desolate wilderness, he went to the street to play erhu during the day, but the song he sang was specially written for him, and what he said was his sentence "The desolate man, the backbone is not bent".

He once persuaded the old man, but the old man did not listen to the persuasion, insisting that this was the only thing he could repay Tang Feng.

Because of this incident, many people in the Desolate Army have changed their opinion of him, but they still haven't made a final statement, and they are still waiting and seeing.

"Your Royal Highness, how can I let you accompany me, a bad old man. Shen He was a little excited.

Tang Feng carried good wine and food into the door, and said, "Old man, practicing in Tianxuanmen on a sunny day, how can I let you spend this Chinese New Year's Eve alone?"

Shen He didn't know what to say, so he pulled a stool and wiped it vigorously with his sleeve before he dared to let Tang Feng sit down.

The old and the young talked for a long time, and there was not too much generation gap, this small room was warm in the wind and snow.

"Isn't His Royal Highness going to the temple fair?" asked Shen He in the evening.

Tang Feng smiled and said, "Go, my father has already gone to Qingbai Temple first, and the old man will also go with him?"

Shen He shook his head, he knew that it was too rare for Tang Feng to be able to do this, how could he dare to participate in Tang Tiannan's family's play again.

Tang Feng didn't force it, waved his hand to leave an aura in the room, and got up to leave.

In this world, there are not a few Taoist temples, Qingbai Temple is the most famous temple in the desolate wilderness, relying on a Qingbai River behind it, so it is named.

There are countless fish and dragon lanterns in the city, and the sound of phoenix flutes is sprinkled all over the city, and the fireworks and starlight are intertwined, like a living picture.

"Little wind. ”

Tang Shuying was still wearing a noble black dress, smiling and beckoning to Tang Feng.

Tang Feng came to Tang Shuying and wondered, "What about Dad and Xiaoqi?"

"The temple is going to pray for blessings. Tang Shuying replied, and then asked, "Do you want to ask for blessings too?"

Tang Feng smiled and shook his head, he didn't believe in these things very much, and always felt that since he was on the path of cultivation, he should believe that he was invincible.

"Well, there they are. ”

Tang Shuying pointed to a corner surrounded by many people, and the two figures of Tang Tiannan and Tang Qi could be recognized at a glance.

Tang Feng walked over and found that it was a small stall for fortune-telling, but what was a little funny was that the person who set up a stall in front of the temple to unsign the lot was an old man with a goatee wearing a robe.

Tang Tiannan smiled at Tang Feng and pointed to the stick holder full of bamboo skewers, meaning to ask him if he wanted to draw one and take a look.

Tang Feng shook his head, not to mention that he didn't believe in this unraveling, just looking at the appearance of the goate-bearded Taoist priest, it was not very reliable.

"This son, I see that there is a little gloom between your eyebrows and eyes, but there is something sad?"

The goatee old man stared at Tang Feng and pretended to ask profoundly.

Tang Feng sneered, didn't speak, turned around and wanted to leave, this kind of ambiguous words is the usual trick of the Jianghu god stick.

The goatee old man touched his nose, looking a little embarrassed, and the people around him couldn't help but look suspicious when they saw this.

Lao Dao secretly screamed that it was not good, knowing that if Tang Feng left, he was afraid that his business this day would be hopeless, so he hurriedly stopped Tang Feng and said:

"Childe, don't force everything, what you want may not be in front of you, just behind you, and you can collide with it with a turn. ”

Tang Feng stopped, and a flash of spiritual light flashed.

Seeing this, Lao Dao's eyes rolled around, and he opened his mouth and said: "Childe, I see that you are destined for me, and I will let you draw a lot for free today, how about it?"

Tang Feng raised his eyebrows, since he returned from the Dou Po world, he has always wanted to break through to the soul realm, but he has not been able to make a contribution for a long time, the words of the goatee old dao just now actually made his heart flash a sentence of breaking the realm.

He turned to look at the old man with the goatee, and his heart was also a little interested, so he simply sat down and shook the sticker.

Smack.

A bamboo stick fell out of the sticker and landed on the table, but it was engraved with 14 characters.

The sycamore leaves fall in autumn and will be twilight, and the travelers will return like clouds.

"Hey, it's a lottery. ”

The goatee old man was a little surprised, picked up the bamboo stick, and said: "This sign is said to be engaged in the heart of heaven in the heart, and the son is really a good life." ”

Lao Dao said it seriously and handed the bamboo stick to Tang Feng.

Tianxin from it?

Tang Feng shook his head and smiled, his heart said that this old way is really unreliable, just now his heart flashed a breakthrough aura, it's just that this old man's blind cat met a dead mouse.

Seeing that Tang Feng didn't react, Lao Dao frowned, and he didn't know where he heard a poem, but at this moment, the ghost made a god say it.

"The crowd is looking for him a thousand times. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim. ”

Tang Feng's heart was shocked, this poem was too familiar, and it really gave him some inspiration.

The "man" in the poem can correspond to the soul realm he wants to break through, maybe he is really too anxious, and he needs to meditate in order to break through, and maybe he needs to review the road he has traveled before.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, and this moment blessed his soul.

He raised his head slightly, letting the snow lap against his face, and then took a deep breath.

With this inhalation, this space suddenly set off a wave of spiritual power, but it did not affect the others, but suddenly poured down from mid-air, pouring in from Tang Feng's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

After a long time, his eyes opened, and he exhaled slowly.

With this call, the endless wind and snow seem to be stagnant.