"Bang!"

The wine glass shattered, Thirteen Lang's footsteps paused slightly, his eyes flashed thousands of times in an instant, and he returned to calm.

"How's the ghost old?"

"The ghost guy's predecessors advanced to the gods, and now they are leaving the spiritual cultivation and the Yanshan Ancestor to accompany Princess Xia more. ”

Mai Shaofei had never been to the Outlands, and all the people mentioned were just names for him, and he couldn't talk about how he felt about it. But I don't know Weishenme, the Burning Spirit Holy Son couldn't help but feel nervous, and every time he mentioned a person's name, he would accentuate his voice, as if he was afraid of saying something wrong and missing something.

"How's the Taoist Academy?"

"Five thunders take over the responsibility of the master, and after the flower of eternity breaks the ranks, it comprehends a new supernatural power, which can temporarily greatly increase the combat power of the monks. Therefore, although there have been repeated fierce battles, and the students of the Taoist Academy have also been somewhat damaged, they are not as miserable as other families, and the overall situation is not bad. ”

The Three Holy Sons came prepared, and seemed to have prepared answers to every question they might encounter, brief but enough for Thirteen Lang to understand the situation, and the people mentioned were also straight to the point, so that Mai Shaofei's voice sounded like no twists and turns, a bit like an endorsement.

Mr. Big died of poisoning in battle, the Quartet Alliance is still there, and the war in the Demon Spirit Continent has not been extinguished, and the Demon Palace thinks this is a good thing.

A series of messages are strung together, revealing some subtle but attention-grabbing clues, and the flavor of them is so deep that anyone with the slightest intention can think of it, and they can't hide it from Thirteen's eyes.

Thirteen Lang was silent, as if he was filtering something in his heart, and asked again after a while: "Teacher, he died on the battlefield?"

Mai Shaofei hurriedly replied, "No." After the gentleman retreated from the strong enemy, he was unable to support his body, and after his return, he was treated in every possible way, although there were signs of improvement in the middle. But in the end, he still had no choice but to deplete his spirit and passed away. ”

Thirteen Lang looked up when he heard this. Looking up at the sky that is different from the beginning, it seems that he is seriously remembering something. Said: "In this case, the teacher should have words to stay." ”

Mai Shaofei said in a bitter voice: "This matter is not known to the demon cultivators, except for a student named Yuan Chaonian at that time, no one else was present. ”

Thirteen Lang's eyes flashed slightly, and he said, "Is the teacher's Fa still there?"

Mai Shaofei hurriedly replied and said: "Mr. Fa Jie has made outstanding achievements, and is admired by tens of thousands of monks of the two domains and two clans, and even those swallowtail sword cultivators who have relatives who have been killed by Mr. are also admired. After the death of the gentleman. The matter of the burial of the Dharma is jointly agreed by the four parties, and on the premise of not violating the tradition of the Taoist Academy, it is buried in the place of spiritual contemporary, and is guarded by the students of the Taoist Academy and the disciples of the Sword Pavilion. ”

Thirteen Lang lowered his head, stared at his feet, and said silently: "Everyone is dead, what is there to lose." ”

This sentence is not in jihua, and Mai Shaofei doesn't know how to respond. He said softly: "It is said that the incense of the sword house is continuous, and many of the bigwigs from all walks of life go to worship the heroic spirit and pray for its long-term comfort in the sky. ”

Thirteen Lang shook his head and said, "That's not the case. ”

Mai Shaofei didn't understand this, and asked blankly, "Isn't it?"

Jusan Lang said, "They are not worshipping the Heroic Spirit. They don't want the teacher to rest in peace, they want him to die. ”

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret!

The sound was like iron, and the four words and four hammers smashed heavily in my heart. Patches of blood and dripping were rammed. Mai Shaofei's face turned pale, and he saw the boundless Netherworld Ghost Domain in a trance. Billions of angry souls roared and roared, but they couldn't hide the sword light in the middle. Rushing to the sky almost wants to break through the air.

The sword can't cut through the endless dim, and inevitably eventually sinks into darkness, loses pride and brightness, and is in the company of the most filthy.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret!

"The dead are best utilized, because they don't resist, and there's nothing they can't do. ”

Thirteen Lang's tone was light, as if he was telling something that had nothing to do with him, and said slowly: "They have placed Mr. well, sent someone to guard it well, and waited patiently"

Mai Shaofei's whole body was cold, and he asked in a trembling voice, "What are you waiting for?"

Thirteen Lang said: "Wait for the useful day, wait for someone to be angry, wait for someone to dig up the grave!"

After saying that, Thirteen Lang raised his head, raised his chest, raised his feet, and continued to move forward.

The voice is flat, the expression has not changed, the eyes are like a mirror that has been wiped many times, the pace and rhythm of the feet have not changed in the slightest, Thirteen Lang step by step, walking slowly, quietly, and steadily.

Mai Shaofei hurriedly caught up and said, "This matter"

"Needless to say. ”

Shisanlang stopped him, pointed to a noodle stall on the street and said, "Let's eat a bowl of noodles." ”

The noodle stall is an ordinary noodle stall, a middle-aged couple and a daughter, the boss is a family of three who are hard and busy, Xu is good in taste, the price is affordable, and the business is quite hot.

Shisanlang is a regular customer, the boss saw him coming, he took the initiative to greet him, arranged the tables and chairs to pour tea, while instructing his daughter-in-law to go below, and finally mentioned that there was the latest wolf meat today, and asked him if he wanted to try it.

Shisanlang smiled and said, "No, put more spicy." ”

The boss responded, turned to Mai Shaofei and said, "What do you eat, fresh wolf meat"

"Whatever. Mai Shaofei was dazed, and a question flashed in his heart, why are these mortals in front of him so calm, don't they know that Thirteen Lang is Mr. Eight Fingers, and they don't know that he is an immortal?

It stands to reason that this is the only way to explain, but Thirteen Lang did not deliberately change his appearance, after so many things, there are still people around Sanyuan Pavilion who don't know him?

Regardless of Thirteen Lang, the Burning Spirit Holy Son has white hair and white eyebrows and is dressed in a light shirt, and he can't see the slightest chill in the harsh winter, no matter how you look at it, he is not an ordinary person. In such a situation, a noodle stall owner is not only not surprised at all, but has a good conversation with him.

"Whatever, it's not good, look at your hair, and it's obviously too cold. ”

The boss's face was full of sincerity, and he turned around and shouted at his daughter-in-law to add two more pieces of wolf meat, and did not forget to explain to Mai Shaofei: "Don't look at the snow wolf spitting out cold air, the blood is very vigorous, and it is the best to replenish the cold." ”

“xiexie。 ”

Specializing in flames, but being seen as weak and weak, Mai Shaofei didn't know whether to laugh or cry. For the first time in his life, he thanked a mortal, and the Burning Spirit Holy Son had no choice but to sit down and look around. It's like a hillbilly who has returned to the city for the first time, and everything feels fresh. Everything is curious.

The boss was busy with his own business, and said with emotion: "Young Master Lin is getting more and more powerful. Today's trip has a lot of harvest, more than 100 snow wolves, the head of the wolf, tsk!"

The surrounding diners nodded frequently, many people had seen the heroic appearance of the little young master, and they all agreed; some people said that Mr. Eight Fingers was too strict, and Young Master Lin did not count, and his sister and a girl's family actually came to Fengya, which was really a bit excessive.

Jusan Lang listened and smiled. With the pride of a proud disciple taught by an ordinary teacher, he occasionally replied with two sentences. The surrounding area of the lively noodle stall gives people a quiet and peaceful feeling, which is a little weird in Mai Shaofei's eyes.

As if he had left Mr. Big behind, Shisanlang said: "Someone helped today, it's not a real skill. ”

The boss disagreed with this sentence, and said solemnly: "Young Master Lin is only twenty years old, twenty years old! It's amazing!"

Twenty years old, not too big and not too small, in the mortal world, most of them have already started a family and supported a new family, but if you think about it from the perspective of a warrior. The year of the weak crown can only be regarded as a rookie egg, and it is in the stage of sharpening its edge. The snow wolf is a magical beast, and the head wolf is even more fierce and powerful. Non-high-ranking fighters can't resist it, and from this point of view, the boss's words are not wrong.

I don't find it boring to discuss such topics with a noodle stall owner. Thirteen Lang said: "He is a monk, just cast spells far away." Not very dangerous. ”

The boss said: "You can't say that! The academy is full of monks, all of them practice supernatural spells, aren't people older than Young Master Lin also injured, and even alas, I don't know where so many wolves come from, why can't they be killed?"

Thirteen Lang's eyes flashed slightly, and he said, "Maybe someone guided him and deliberately made some trouble." ”

The boss was shocked and asked, "Is it so? ”

Thirteen Lang shook his head and said, "It's still investigating, and there is no result for the time being." ”

The boss said angrily: "Find out, let him have no good fruit to eat." ”

"yes, yes, find out and make him look good. The people around him should be in harmony, not realizing what kind of horror they are talking about, and they don't want to think about what kind of terrible shili and strength the people who can manipulate the wolves in the wild have.

Mai Shaofei looked at all this blankly, looking at the calm contained under the angry faces, his head seemed to be pulled by countless threads, twisting back and forth to the east and west, and his thinking almost stopped. In the past, he would have thought that these people were idiots and not worth watching, but today, Mai Shaofei always felt that it was not like that, and the idiots became stronger, which made him feel uneasy and even a little panicked.

After decades of imprisonment, although Mai Shaofei didn't do anything big, his mind was more stable than at the beginning; looking at the scenes around him, he vaguely understood something, but it seemed that he didn't understand anything; there seemed to be a thread flickering in his heart, and when he was about to catch it, he was powerless, the more he chased, the more chaotic he became, the more anxious he became, the more troubled he became, until he was sad, and his body trembled slightly.

"The noodles are coming. ”

A soft exclamation woke it up. The boss's daughter has rough hands and feet, a slightly dark face is ruddy and healthy, and there are a few beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, revealing a heat that cannot be concealed in the harsh winter.

That's the breath of life.

The young master of the burning spirit who cultivates the fire is cold and cold, and an ordinary girl who is surviving in the world is steaming, Mai Shaofei looked at it and thought about it, his eyes turned to the two bowls of noodles on the table, and his expression gradually calmed down.

"Let's eat noodles. ”

Shisanlang said lightly, lowered his head and began to eat noodles.

He ate somen noodles, with a lot of chili peppers, and red dots in the clear water and white soup, like a fire rising from the water.

Mai Shaofei didn't move his chopsticks, and looked at Shisanlang with gradually clear eyes, looking at him concentrating on the bowl of white noodles, and looking at the flames connected into pieces, like a bowl of fire, and like a sea.

It was so spicy that Thirteen Lang choked on his throat and coughed as he ate it.

A sea of fire, a sea of blood.

"Oops! Mr. is bleeding!" The girl who delivered the noodles noticed the abnormality, and exclaimed with concern, "Is the mouth bad?"

"yes, I've been a bit angry lately. Thirteen Lang smiled at her, red mouth and white teeth, unable to see anything wrong.

"My face is not good, I am tired. The proprietress interjected, her tone was a little complaining, but she felt kind in her ears.

She was right, Shisanlang's face was not good, it was white and bloodless, and it looked particularly vivid compared to the color in the noodle bowl.

The girl walked over, stretched out her hand, and said, "I'll change the bowl for you." ”

Shisanlang stopped her and said, "This is Shou Noodles, you can't change it." ”

After that, Shisanlang lowered his head, grabbed the bowl, wept, ate noodles, and said softly.

"My own blood, drink it myself. ”

(To be continued......)

PS: Raise your glass, Mr. respect, ask for a monthly pass, ask for praise. Old guns.