These words made Feng Yu's old face blush, at first, he wanted to be rewarded.

The inheritance lord who was lying in the wind feather dantian was closing his eyes, and when he heard Gui Shaomou's words, he couldn't help but jump up and down with laughter.

Feng Yu couldn't understand it anymore, if it weren't for Xiao Xianxian begging hard, this master would have left a long time ago.

Will you drink with a group of big men here?

Feng Yu calmed down and said righteously: "This is as it should be, it is my honor to be able to detoxify Miss Yan." ”

After Feng Yu said this, Gui Shaomou and Li Zhi drank all the wine in their mouths.

A faint aroma of wine wafted by, and Feng Yu took a sip of wine gently.

The wine was cold, and then hot, and suddenly, a feeling made Feng Yu cold from head to toe.

This taste, he has tasted.

In Baimu Village, Aunt Hong once gave him an altar, and now it is still in his dantian, sealed with a martial arts seal.

Suddenly, there seemed to be Amu's timid back in front of him, Aunt Hong's warm hospitality, and the simple villagers of Baimu Village.

It's just that almost all of them died in the battle that night.

The sword that runs through Amu is vivid.

Drink!Feng Yu raised the bowl and drank all the wine in the bowl.

In a trance, he saw a large group of monks rushing into the Xuanfeng Gate, and Feng Lian and Shui Artesian were drinking each other.

Ten thousand arrows were fired, swords rang out, and wind refining and water flowed down in a pool of blood.

In the mountains, in the jungles, and in the sky, one by one the warrior monks were killed, and the sky was stained with blood, and the earth was stained with blood.

The corpses were piled up into a mountain, and in the corpse pool, one by one the flower girls were put into it and refined into spirit corpses.

A man with a blood-red skull tattooed on his clothes was standing by and smiling.

His bowl was full, bowls of wine were in his stomach, and Feng Yu felt his whole body boiling.

There was no need to say anything more, tonight, he just wanted to get drunk.

I don't know how many bowls I drank, Feng Yu just kept touching the bowls and drinking.

"Happy!" was the last sound that Wind Feather could hear.

"Ah!" In the Moonlight Pavilion, a ten-zhang thick white electric light soared into the sky, which was magnificent.

"Holy Son, are you awake?" a voice called.

Feng Yu opened his eyes, and he found himself lying on the dragon couch in a golden robe.

He touched his face, this, could it be that he was in the Holy Palace?

Feng Yu looked at the maidservant and asked, "Is this in the Holy Palace?"

The servant girl smiled and said, "Yes, Holy Son. ”

Wind Feather grunted up and rushed out the door.

This piece of heaven and earth feels different to itself, and when Feng Yu runs on the ground, he feels full of spiritual energy, and the heaven and earth are complete.

A gust of wind blew, and his long hair flew flying. As far as the eye can see, the sky is clear, and under the main hall, there are tens of thousands of steps.

One by one, the samurai guards stood on the steps, majestic.

Feng Yu touched his head, what is going on, could it be that he has returned to ancient times?

He penetrated his divine sense into the dantian, the cold pool, the spirit stone, and the divine soldiers. It's not like a dream!

"Inheritance of the Wind, come out and see, what's going on?"

Even if Feng Yu shouted for a long time, there was no movement in the dantian.

Feng Yu mustered up his strength and shouted, "Wind Inheritance!

His dantian was buzzed by him, but the inheritance of the wind still did not appear.

What's the matter? Forget it, let's go to Uncle Martial Arts first and ask for clarification.

He ran all the way over, and the goal was the dormitory of Martial Dao.

"Ahh

The servant girl immediately knelt down, bowed her head, and said, "Slave and maid should die!

Feng Yu just wanted to find Uncle Wu Dao now and ask him to understand clearly, he just wanted to pull his leg and leave.

Suddenly, he glanced at the servant, and Feng Yu was instantly stunned.

The figure of this servant girl was exactly the same as the one he had seen in the pool of corpses.

Feng Yu's eyes widened, and he said, "Raise your head." ”

The servant girl slowly raised her head and looked at Feng Yu, her face was very frightened.

Feng Yu's heart trembled like a bolt of lightning, this maid was exactly the same as what she had seen in Zhonghuang Mountain.

Feng Yu said: "Your name is Jing Shu?"

The servant girl nodded, "Yes." ”

Feng Yu hadn't seen this maid in the Holy Palace for a long time, and he immediately asked, "You just came to the Holy Palace, right?"

Jing Shu's voice was very soft, "I just came here yesterday." ”

Feng Yu said lightly: "You get up." Although this is a holy palace, it is not as strict as you think, and you don't need to be so restrained. ”

Jing Shu looked up at Feng Yu, and then looked down at the ground, a little hesitant. It took a long time for her to start talking.

Feng Yu ran forward, he ran less than ten feet, braked sharply, turned and ran back.

Seeing Feng Yu coming back, Jing Shu hurriedly knelt down and said, "I've seen the Holy Son." ”

Feng Yu said: "Just be polite." ”

Then she lifted her curvature, and Jing Shu's face was full of panic, and she cried out, "Holy Son, please forgive your sins, slave and maid." ”

Wind Feather clearly saw her feet, there were no ankle rings.

He remembered that Jing Shu in the corpse pool fell off an ankle bracelet when he was dragged into the corpse pool by the evil qi.

So, is this Jingshu fake?

Feng Yu got up, swept his gaze sharply to Jing Shu on the ground, and said, "Should you have an ankle ring?"

If she doesn't have an ankle ring, it means that this Jing Shu is fake, and he is now in the illusion.

Jing Shu looked at Feng Yu a little coldly, and muttered, "Yes, yes." ”

Feng Yu said, "Show me." ”

As he spoke, Jing Shu took out a piece of red cloth from the placket, held it in both hands and handed it to Feng Yu.

Feng Yu opened the red cloth, and there was a foot ring inside, and the word "Jing Shu" was engraved on the foot ring.

Bang! The ankle band rolls off. Feng Yu collapsed to the ground suddenly, this Jingshu is real.

I'm really back to antiquity now.

Feng Yu was stunned for a long time before standing up, and as soon as he stretched out his hand to the ankle ring in the distance, the ankle ring flew into his hand.

He handed the ankle bracelet to Jing Shu and said, "I'm sorry, I just thought you were very much like a friend of mine." Offended. ”

Saying that, Feng Yu didn't care about Jing Shu, he pulled his legs and prepared to leave, he had too many questions in his heart, and he wanted to ask Uncle Wudao to understand.

Jing Shu's voice came, "Holy Son, I have always carried this ankleband close to me, how do you know?" ”

As he spoke, there was a look of disdain in Jing Shu's eyes.

This kind of vision makes Feng Yu feel a sense of shame that the dignified martial saint son would peek at a woman.

Wind Feather is speechless, how to say this. Do I say what I will see in the future?

After holding it for a long time, he said, "I don't know either." ”

As soon as Feng Yu finished saying this, he regretted it. Isn't that blatant lying?

This lie is too advanced, it's more bullshit than your father, your mother, and your girlfriends told me.

I don't know what it is, I just asked it myself, I don't know who knows.

Seeing Jing Shu's puzzled look, Feng Yu was a little embarrassed, and said with a smile: "You can go by yourself, don't be too restrained." ”

Saying that, Feng Yu ran the dragon and ran towards the dormitory of the martial arts.

"Uncle Martial Arts!" Feng Yu shouted.

But he didn't hear anything but echoes.

Feng Yu's figure was like the wind, and he ran all over the dormitory of the martial arts, but he still didn't see the martial arts.

Feng Yu stood in the center of the dormitory and shouted, "Uncle Martial Arts!"

As the echo reverberated, one of the Praetorian guards rushed over and said, "See the Holy Son, the Great General left five days ago. ”

Feng Yu was puzzled: "Uncle Martial Arts is gone, where did he go?"

The janissary said: "My subordinates don't know, but the general told me when he left that it would take a long time for him to leave this time." ”

"The general said that in his absence, everything in the Holy Palace was under the management of the Holy Son. ”

Ha. Feng Yu touched his head and made a joke.

Lao Tzu was knocked unconscious inexplicably, and came back inexplicably. Then you leave without saying a word.

In a word, all the things in the Holy Palace will be taken care of by me.

I'm grass! Isn't this playing with me?

Feng Yu held the luck mentality and said, "Then my father, is he still there?"

The guard replied, "You should know best about the affairs of the Holy Lord, and the lesser ones should not know and will not know." ”

Feng Yu waved his hand, "Okay, you can go back." ”

Looking at the back of the guard, Feng Yu was speechless, I know better than you, if I knew where your old guy was, I would ask you?

Leave it to me to manage, what can I manage.

Feng Yu stepped out of the dormitory of the martial arts, and flew up to an attic in one step, looking out in all directions.

Behind the main hall of the Holy Palace, a pagoda levitates in the air, spewing wisps of peace.

This is the Linglong Pagoda among the two ancient artifacts of the martial arts, and the other one is the Haotian Mirror, which has always been in his father's hands.

What the hell is going on, Feng Yu closed his eyes, and he shouted the Inheritance of the Wind several times.

But there was still no movement in his dantian.

In desperation, Feng Yu made a big circle around the front hall and back hall of the Holy Palace, and did not see a single acquaintance, and did not get any useful information.

At this moment, Feng Yu was sitting on the holy chair of the main hall, "Someone." ”

A Praetorian guard ran in, "Here!"

Feng Yu pushed his divine weapon with the wind and said, "You guys fix it for me." ”

The janissary didn't even ask, so he took the divine soldier out with the wind, and in less than half an hour, he brought the divine soldier back with the wind.

The divine soldiers glittered with the cold light of the wind, and they were as good as ever.

The janissary held the divine soldier and said with the wind: "Holy Son, the divine soldier you want has been repaired. ”

Feng Yu immediately rushed over, stroking the divine soldier with the wind.

His eyes lit up, and Tianyantong directly saw the inside of the divine soldier, and the divine soldier was intertwined with the wind, one after another.

This is the essence of the Divine Weapon!Feng Yu was stunned, he didn't expect that this Divine Weapon could be forged so perfectly.

The Praetorian Guard continued, "Your Excellency. The refiner said that he can only forge to this extent, and as for the soldier soul, you have to rely on yourself to practice it through battle. ”

Of course, this Feng Yu knew, and after he asked the janissary to retreat, he looked at the divine soldier for a long time. Then he walked to the library cabinet.

It was getting late, and the library was dark, but there was a corner where it was lit.

Feng Yu walked in, and a figure was squatting there, looking at a silk book.

When she saw Feng Yu passing, she hurriedly knelt down and said, "See the Holy Son." ”

Feng Yu said: "No need to be polite. ”

He took a closer look and saw that this maid was Jing Shu. Feng Yu took a book about history and read it.

After reading some books and jade slips, he found that there was no record of the ghost sect or the Oriental family.

Bang la, a book was piled aside by Feng Yu, how could it not be?

The history of the Ghost Gate and the Oriental Family obviously began in ancient times.

In the library pavilion, most of them are some refining tools, alchemy, and Taoism, and the history is relatively small.

So, when Feng Yu saw something that had nothing to do with history, he threw it aside.

Jing Shu on the side was quietly sorting out the books and jade slips that were messed up by Feng Yu.