Withering Lanyue and Mr. Woyun helped Uncle Cripple back to their storefront, the space inside was very narrow, and the cripple cleaned up for a long time and didn't spare much space for the two of them to rest. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Withering Moon didn't mind, and after asking questions about weirdos, he suddenly took out pen and ink.

"What is this?" asked Mr. Wo Yun puzzled.

"This is the old business of this son, as for the sword, it is practiced casually, what, I write well!"

Neither Mr. Woyun nor the cripple understood what he meant.

"Hang this character outside, and ensure that the wealth rolls in!" Withering Lanyue personally framed these ten characters and hung them on the signboard outside the house.

Sure enough, there were circles of residents gathered outside.

"Xiaoxiao Yufengxing's favorite steamed bun?"

"Resisting the Wind ......"

"Hello everyone, ahem, cough cough, below is the disciple of Xuanhua Sword Trail to transfer Lanyue!"

"Xuanhua Sword Trace, I didn't expect to see a living Xuanhua Sword Trace in my lifetime!"

"It's really a disciple of Xuanhua Sword Trace, look at his jade pendant ......"

"After my investigation, the person who comes to Uncle Cripple's house to eat steamed buns every time is named Yu Fengxing!"

"Is it the wind?"

"How is this possible?"

"He died twenty years ago!"

"Even if he hadn't died, he wouldn't have done such a stealing thing!"

"Yes, it can't be him!"

"Everyone, please be quiet and listen to me, cough cough, this son guarantees the reputation of Xuanhua Sword Trace, he is Yu Feng Xing! I know that in everyone's hearts, Yu Feng Xing is a name that cannot be insulted, and I also respect him! He is the myth of our sword world! But, think about it, is it really possible for Yu Feng Xing to be assassinated so easily?"

Everyone in the audience looks at me, I look at you, and I want to deny it, but the fact is that he died twenty years ago.

"In my mind, he can't die! That's right, I worship him very much, and even I will go to the way of the sword because I worship him too much, and our Xuanhua Sword Trace also set up a tablet for him, well, the immortal tablet! But in the past twenty years, why did he disappear without a trace?"

"Why?"

"yes, if he's still alive, why didn't he show up?"

"If he was still alive, he would help us! There will be no accident on West Street!" said him, and the onlookers were about to cry.

That's right, that's the vibe!

"Although Yu Fengxing was designed by a traitor, but he didn't die, he has an incomparable body, how can he be defeated?

"So?" said Mr. Woyun, who almost believed what the withering moon said.

"So the only possibility that he doesn't show up is that he is injured," withered Lanyue said with affection, "Yufengxing senior, he may have had a problem with his head, and even lost his memory, and no one knows him anymore, but he suddenly fell in love with Uncle Cripple's steamed buns, because Uncle Cripple's steamed buns are so delicious!"

"Hey, in this way, I think about it, the thief who grabbed the steamed buns is really fast!"

"Is it really him?"

"The point is, this steamed bun is so delicious, no wonder Yu Fengxing likes to eat it so much, this is the most delicious steamed bun I have ever eaten in my life!"

"Oh, yes, yes!" Uncle Cripple couldn't turn his brain, but seeing how hard he explained, he complied.

"By the way, Mr. Woyun, you also like Uncle Cripple's steamed buns, right?"

"Yes, the old man likes to eat very much, so let's wrap ten for me!" Mr. Woyun can better understand the meaning of the withered moon, and said with a smile.

"It's the steamed bun that Yu Fengxing likes to eat, let's buy some to eat!"

"Yes, yes, maybe, eating more of this steamed bun is good for the body!"

"Well, buy, buy, buy!" After a while, Uncle Cripple's steamed buns were bought out.

On the way, Mr. Woyun asked, "If Yu Feng Xing knows that you are ...... in his name"

"Didn't he die twenty years ago? rest assured, he won't show up!"

Didn't "......" say before that no one had seen his body, so he was still alive in this world?

In the dense forest of Tianhui Mountain, Yan Fei searched around the window for a long time, but did not find the two claws with scales. The weirdo just kicked them out of the window, how could they just disappear into thin air? His eyes could clearly see things far, far away, and it was impossible not to find them.

Is it difficult for him to lose the opportunity to make a lot of money like this?"Let's expand the scope and find out!"

Not long after Yan Fei left, the flying feather beast poked its head out, as soon as it rushed into the thatched house, it saw the dead beast, this head was a bit big, the flying feather beast grabbed the hair on the beast and dragged it out, but it didn't move!

If it really doesn't work, just burn it, the Flying Feather Beast thought to himself.

Yan Fei didn't find anything along the way, he was very depressed, it was nothing to lose his two front paws, anyway, he still had two back paws!

"Why is it suddenly on fire?"

The strange man is not there, and there is no water source around, Yan Fei is anxious, this feeling of becoming a poor egg overnight is too unpleasant!

"Chirp!" the Flying Feather Beast stood on the tree and mocked Yan Fei, stupid human!

It saw Yan Fei standing there motionless, and became even happier, flew to Yan Fei's side, and turned around, "You hit me, you can't catch me!"

The red-haired bird with bald wings in front of him was not the prey he caught and was ready to be used as a snack, but he didn't expect it to come to the door!

"Chirp!"

Yan Fei smelled the smell of burnt meat, there was no fire source in the house, it was impossible to catch fire for no reason!

"Chirp!" is the fire I set on fire!

"Did you do it?" Yan Fei remembered that the stupid bird would breathe fire.

The flying feather beast stretched out its claws to grab Yan Fei, but Yan Fei could see through its movements and grabbed its claws instead. "Since you love fire so much, I'll roast you and eat you!"

Yan Fei walked forward with the flying feather beast, the flying feather beast fluttered desperately, it was careless again!

Let go quickly, or Lao Tzu will set fire! The flying feather beast suddenly breathed fire at Yan Fei.

"Sure enough, it's you!" Yan Fei pinched the slender beak of the flying feather beast in time. "You burned the stranger's house and burned my prey, how do you settle this account?"

The fire gathered by the Flying Feather Beast was blocked in its throat and was about to explode.

Yan Fei estimated that the bird would weigh half a pound after peeling its hair, "This bit of meat on your body is enough to stuff your teeth?"

The Flying Feather Beast rolled its eyes, it was about to hang up.

What does it mean to roll your eyes?"Don't breathe fire on me, otherwise, I'll really roast you!" Yan Fei guessed that this bird was not an ordinary bird, and it should be able to understand human language.

Yan Fei only let go of the hand that was pinching the mouth of the Flying Feather Beast, and carried the claws of the Flying Feather Beast with the other hand. The flying feather beast hanging on Yan Fei's arm finally spewed out the fire, which was much more comfortable.

"Chirp ......"

"Did you hide those two paws?" Yan Fei asked, "If you hand them over, I can consider interceding with the weirdo for you, after all, you burned down his house!"

"Chirp, chirp?"

"Hand over the stolen goods, or I'll pull out all the feathers on your body one by one!" Yan Fei threatened, "Let you have no face to see other birds!"

After a while, all the hairs on the neck of the flying feather beast were plucked out.

The stranger's house here was burned to the ground, and over there, Xizang Feng was still struggling to find the traces of the stranger, but the speed of the stranger was very human, and Xizang Feng chased and chased in the alleyway, and he lost it.

The strange man must have returned to Tianhui Mountain!

Thinking like this, Xizang Feng decided to go back to discuss with the withered moon first, and then explore Tianhui Mountain together.

Suddenly, an empty wooden box flew in and buckled precisely on the head of the Shizo seal.

"You bad guy!" the strange man crouched against the wall, he had just finished eating a box of steamed buns.

"Senior, I don't have any malicious intent!" Xizang Feng calmly opened the box first, "I just want to ask you what happened on West Street." ”

"Grab my steamed buns, you're a bad person, the meat isn't delicious!"

"Do you know where the god of night is now?"

The strange man suddenly angrily smashed all the steamed buns in his arms towards Xizang Seal, "Bad guy!", the steamed buns he threw were disorganized, but the strength was by no means something ordinary people could bear, and after Xizang was hit by a blow, he carefully avoided it.

After the rain of steamed buns, the strange man disappeared without a trace.

In the dense forest, the thatched hut was quickly burned down, and Yan Fei only picked out a few scales from the fire, which confirmed Yan Fei's previous thoughts, scales were the most valuable thing on the beast.

"Wow-"

"Dead noisy!

When the strange man returned, he thought he had gone the wrong way, because he found that the house was gone.

"Master, you're back!"

"The steamed buns are gone, the house is gone. The weirdo sniffed.

It was the first time Yan Fei had seen such a sad appearance of a strange person.

"The steamed buns are gone, we can buy them again, the house is gone, we can build them again, don't be sad, Master, you still have me!" Yan Fei comforted.

"Chirp-chirp-"This house has been built for twenty years, and it's not yours at all!"

"Where's Nightfall?" the strange man asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Yan Fei was stunned, he put the sword in the house at that time, it shouldn't have been burned to scrap iron!

But when he was looking for the scales, he didn't find any iron products, could it be that Yan Fei glanced at the flying feather beast.

"Look what I'm doing? That thing, it can't hold it at all! It's definitely heavier than the corpse of a strange beast!"

The strange man slammed into the inner element, and a purple source power emanated from his body, and under its influence, the outline of the Xuanxi Sword changed from large to small from the ruins, and gradually condensed into an entity.

Yan Fei and the Flying Feather Beast were stunned, "Condensed!"

"Drink!" The strange man waved his hand, and the sword returned to Yan Fei's hand, "The most important partner of the swordsman cannot be lost." ”