A lot of major events have happened in Luoxia City recently, the first thing, of course, is that the mountain that appeared in the southeast of the city, towering and towering, straight into the sky, seems to be higher than the heavens. But then, after a rainstorm, the mountain, which was still tall even though it was far away, suddenly disappeared without a trace. And the loud bang that sounded in the city, like the beating of the drumbeat of death, catalyzed a lot of things and threads that gradually evaporated with the exposure of the sun. The well-intentioned people in the city can guess the general situation, because those "outsiders" who have been here in the past years, among which the peak powerhouses have disappeared, and the rest of the people are also taboo and dare not mention it easily.

Then, in the torrential rain, a thin old man wearing a hat died tragically on the street, and there were many pedestrians on the street, and no one dared to approach. With good eyes, he was horrified when he saw the man's share, and hurried back to pack his bags, ready to go home, and leave this place of right and wrong. Even such a powerhouse of the God Realm could die tragically on the streets, so how could people with a low realm like them be qualified to intervene in this matter? Therefore, many people from outside who had a heart left disappointed.

But the matter of Luoxia City can't help but spread outside. As the old saying goes: paper can't contain fire, and when a mouth is opened, it often leads to more curiosity and indescribable excitement. After making a fuss, under the small talk, there are countless gossips.

Later, the old man who died tragically on the street, and was watched by everyone, was taken away and buried by a young boy who was also an outsider, and was buried not far from the suburbs of Luoxia City, which was a mountain, surrounded by lush weeds, bright yellow wildflowers blooming everywhere, and the first place where the sun shone every morning, there, there was a small earthen bag that was slightly raised, there was no stone tablet, only a simple wooden plaque, and the name of the person who was buried was not written on it, because I didn't know, and no one opened my mouth when I asked. So on the sun-lit plank, there were simply a few words written on it: Wanderer, return to the roots.

A young man in white stood on the top of the mountain, the morning breeze gently blew through his sleeves, the young man gently clasped his hands, and breathed into the palm of his hand, early in the morning, some faint white mist appeared in the air, yesterday's rainstorm, it fell all night, and the morning was naturally cold. The young man didn't wear too many clothes when he went out this time, and he looked a little thin, after all, it was also the season when autumn was about to begin, and without the girl's reminder, it seemed that he still couldn't take good care of himself alone.

Fengluo squinted his eyes and turned to look at the slowly rising warm sun, he smiled: "I didn't expect it to be rare to get up so early, and I actually saw it." It seems that you will have to go to bed early and get up early in the future......" The young man turned his back to the morning sun, and the sun shone behind him, making the man's skin even fairer. ！... Qi.iqiwx.#更好更快

He looked down at the "little dirt bag" in front of him that was obscured by his own shadow, and his expression was a little naturally sad.

The small dirt bag in front of him is the grave of the old man he saw, although it is a little simple, but it is better to have something than nothing in a foreign land.

I heard Uncle Le say that the person buried inside is a strong person in the realm of gods

is also a rare powerhouse, even in the empire, there are not many people to find.

"The small is hidden in the wilderness, the middle is hidden in the city, and the big is hidden in the court. The young man muttered, "How many peak powerhouses like this are there in the empire?" Wind fell sideways and saw the lively shadow, he smiled and turned away, and the hem of his clothes was lifted by the wind, setting off countless flickering points of light.

On the winding mountain road, the woman in a blue and white floral dress beckoned to him and said loudly: "Fengluo, go back to dinner." ”

Fengluo smiled and nodded, rolled up his sleeves, stepped away, and began to run down the mountain.

It was when he was happiest to see her.

The moment when the girl was grinning and talking, the young man ran down the hill.

At the top of the mountain, a fresh breeze blew, with slightly yellowing leaves, mixed with clear sunlight, shining even more dazzling on the words on the wooden board.

The six simple words, written by the young man's own hand, were the first thing he felt when he stood in the middle of the noisy crowd.

Wanderer, back to the roots.

In fact, there are some words in the back: there is no dependence, life should not be like this.

It's just that it's not suitable to put it on a wooden card, and the young man also feels that he is a little arrogant, and the life and death of others should not be handed over to him to evaluate at will.

But in fact, he just felt that such a person died on the street like this, which was a little miserable and cold.

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After Lin Futian got up, he first went downstairs to have breakfast.

Originally, I wanted to call Master Bai Chan to come together, but suddenly remembered that Master Bai Chan and Yan Tian had left last night, so he shook his head with a smile and took a sip of wine alone.

Last night's fireworks should have been done by Yantian. It has always wanted to see the fireworks in the world, and in order to comfort him, Bai Chan went to set off a fireworks that were bright at night. It's also interesting.

Lin Futian took out the letter that Bai Chan put in his room yesterday and smiled softly, "Master Bai Chan, you really know how to find a place." "Yesterday, Master Bai Chan probably didn't want Lin Futian to say goodbye to them, so he left a sincere letter very tactfully and put it under Lin Futian's pillow, but last night Lin Futian didn't sleep all night, and he had been practicing, and he only saw the eye-catching fireworks, and he didn't see the "excellent" letter. I didn't see the letter until this morning, and after reading it, I realized that they had left as early as last night.

Lin Futian sighed and looked at Zhao Chengduan opposite.

Zhao Chengduan suddenly coughed dryly, and his expression was a little nervous.

I haven't even touched wine, the smell is not very good, and I don't know why Lin Gongzi likes to drink so much.

Lin Futian glanced at Zhao Chengduan, as if he had guessed what he was thinking, so he couldn't help but smile and said: "Don't worry, I won't pour you to drink, most of your master's words are funny jokes, don't I know this? Yesterday, I just cooperated with your master to scare you, but I didn't expect you to take this kid seriously." ”

Zhao Chengduan smiled awkwardly, and then said, "Lin Gong."

Son, don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case. ”

"Haha, it seems that you have really grown up, but the cleverness of the child is still there, not bad. Lin Futian said with a smile.

After a while, Zhao Chengduan hesitated, but still said to Lin Futian: "Lin Gongzi, wine...... Is it really delicious? Why do I smell so bad?"

Lin Futian put down the wine glass, "The taste of wine, it is true that different people will have different feelings, but wine is like people, there are good and bad, ordinary wine of course smells uncomfortable, and the lower stomach is not very comfortable, and good wine is naturally mellow and fragrant, and it is extremely enjoyable to drink." So, it's not your problem, it's the wine, it's mainly because you haven't come across a good wine that suits you, that's why it's like this. ”

Zhao Chengduan thought for a while, thought for a while, and said, "Understood, then why did Lin Gongzi drink such unpleasant wine?"

Lin Futian took a sip of wine without changing his face, and gently rested the wine glass on the wine table, "I am reluctant to drink good wine, the pot of wine that your master gave me yesterday is still on me, and I have not been willing to drink it." ”

Zhao Chengduan looked at Lin Futian and swallowed a sip of wine, he couldn't help but wrinkle his face, and looked at Lin Futian with a complicated expression. "Lin Gongzi, is it really nice to drink such a drink?"

Lin Futian paused suddenly, and then said softly: "Get used to it." ”

Suddenly, Lin Futian hurriedly got up and left his seat. Zhao Cheng was puzzled, looked around suspiciously, and suddenly found that there was a proprietress standing behind her, and the wine was thought to be brewed by herself. Hearing others criticize her drinks behind her back, even the guests, with her innate bad temper, can't avoid it. She held a feather duster in her hand, crossed her hands on her waist, and asked with a "smile" word by word: "You say, what's wrong with my drink?"

Zhao Chengduan's face was a little pale, and he said hesitantly: "I...... I don't know, he ......"

Before Zhao Chengduan finished speaking, Zhao Chengduan's screams had already sounded in the inn, and his mourning had been around his ears for a long time.

Lin Futian stood on the second floor, put his hands on the railing, reached out and gently rubbed his ears, and sighed: "Young man, you have to endure more hardships." ”

"You are really ......" Luo Mei just went out to see this scene, and was a little upset for Zhao Chengduan.

Lin Futian looked at her, "Wake up, what about them?"

Luo Mei yawned, leaned against the railing, and replied: "Mo Yunfu doesn't know where to go, he should still be asleep, right?" Zhao Jingzhi went out early, as if he was going to find that man, as for your Ouyang brother, he only went to bed early in the morning, and it is estimated that he will not wake up until the afternoon, and I don't know what is going on with him, so he can eat! The inn is almost not enough for him to eat, it is really ......"

Lin Futian looked at the noisy situation downstairs with interest, and said, "Well, it's about the same as I expected, why don't you go have breakfast first?" ”

"Afternoon, so soon?" said Lomé in surprise.

"What's the matter?

Luo Mei lifted the green bamboo sword in her hand, and the anger that had come up suddenly disappeared, she snorted coldly, turned her head and left.

Lin Futian glanced at it

Look at the sword in her hand. The sword is slightly damaged, and the slightest difference on the battlefield can bring fatal damage, which is not to be sloppy at all. Find a skilled craftsman and forge another sword for her.

Suddenly, Lin Futian turned around, "Why did you come back again?

Luo Mei put her hands on the railing, rolled her eyes, and said angrily: "Look downstairs, how can I eat?"

Lin Futian looked down at the subtle "ripples" on his wrist, raised his head and said, "That's the case." ”

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On the streets of the city of Luoxia.

Zhao Jingzhi has been following the man in white linen from afar, and after knowing that memory, she can't help but want to know more things, although she is actually a little scared in her heart now. This memory made her a little confused about who she really was. Is he Dongchuan or Zhao Jingzhi at this moment?

The man walked in front of her without stopping.

Actually, he was also scared.

I'm afraid she's not her, I'm afraid she's really her.

He really didn't want to break this wonderful fate between the two, but now, he has lost most of his courage to face her.

How can this be?

Zhao Jing thought about the problem and walked to the driveway unconsciously. As she turned a corner, a speeding truck approached her. Zhao Jing vaguely heard someone calling her in a trance, and when she came back to her senses, the carriage that had not had time to stop was already close at hand.

Zhao Jingzhi's eyes widened, and she didn't have time to react to all this in front of her.

At this moment, the man who had been walking far away suddenly disappeared in place, and a white rainbow fell straight in front of Zhao Jingzhi, with his back to her, and his right hand was gently placed in the air in front of the carriage.

The coachman was so frightened that he looked down at the ground, only to see the carriage hanging in the air, and he slapped his head and fainted.

The carriage wrapped in the wind element slowly fell to the ground, and a circle of swirling dust slowly stopped.

A man dressed in white linen withdrew his hand, turned to look at her, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Zhao Jing was stunned, then nodded. After a long silence, she suddenly said, "I seem to remember everything." ”

The man who told her his name was "Zephyr" just looked at her with a smile and asked repeatedly, "Are you okay?"