"Goo-goo.. Cuckoo. ”

The cry of the turtledove echoed in the night sky, mournful and long.

Wu Qiufang curled up on the bed, the shadow left by the dark dream was firmly engraved into his mind, and he missed Yan Qingyun.

Injury and parting are the most common in the world, and since Wu Qiufang remembered, he and Yan Qingyun have never been separated. If it is really 1510, at most, the old Taoist chief went out to collect medicine for two or three days, and the time it took was not long at all, and others always returned to the mountains, even if they couldn't see it, Qiu Fang also knew that once he shouted with all his strength, he would definitely be able to get a response from the cold Taoist chief.

Under all this, it is naturally difficult for the young man to experience this emotion.

But now that he has been away from the mountain for a month, in the past month, he will think of Yan Qingyun's elegant and thin appearance from time to time, and Yan Qingyun is really relieved that this little Taoist priest, except for a letter to Zhou Zong halfway, he did not reveal his new situation, let alone ask Qiu Fang whether his cultivation has grown, or whether his body is still well.

But the old Taoist is always the closest person to Wu Qiufang, how can he say that he doesn't care about it.

"I wonder how the old man is in health, Master?"

Qiu Fang said silently in his heart, but after thinking about it, he shook his head again, with Yan Qingyun's Taoism, unless he was fighting with some big man who had stood up to the sky, that body must be invincible to five poisons and all diseases, but he didn't need to worry about it. Although Fang Cai had seen it in his dream, his palpitations were still difficult to completely subside at this time, but he still had full confidence in Yan Qingyun's ability.

Then he savored what Li Changfeng had said.

Whether the dream is true or not, the sword pattern on his forehead has actually appeared.

Qiu Fang touched his eyebrows with a little worry, and the sword pattern in the center of his eyebrows had not appeared since he was hidden by Xiong Junqi's spell. This made the young man breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, otherwise tomorrow morning, when he went out, Feng Suixing saw it, and maybe he would have to cause some trouble.

But this end can be reassured, and the other end can't be worry-free.

Wu Qiufang blinked his right eye again, thinking that when Li Changfeng left, he said that he would give him another treasure, and a golden light shot into his right eye. But now his right eye is still the same, and it doesn't look like he's got into something strange.

Besides, if Li Changfeng is really so powerful, then how can he be a child about ten years old, which is too unreasonable.

A series of questions hovered in his mind, and after thinking about it, he couldn't think of a reason. The young man is not a fool after all, even if this invisible and untouchable dream seems so real, but to put it mildly, it is at most an ingenious dream.

Everyone knows that dreams are dreams, and they are all false illusions.

Wu Qiufang smiled dumbly, he tilted his head and scolded why he wasted so much effort to think about unwarranted things, how could he be so stupid as to take this strange dream seriously.

After scolding himself, he immediately collapsed again, wanting to wait for the dawn in the warm bed. I just prayed in my heart not to have some strange dreams, at least not to let myself see Yan Qingyun's worrying scene.

Now that the Mo Sect's enchantment has been repaired, not to mention that everyone's every move is under control, but if someone uses mana, the founder of the enchantment will probably be able to detect it, so he doesn't dare to use mana rashly, so naturally he can't go to the mysterious backyard to find out.

It is not difficult to fall asleep again, and Qiu Fang slept with his neck on his back, but he did not encounter the trouble of tossing and turning.

It's just that God didn't mean to let him sleep overnight.

Soon after Qiu Fang closed his eyes, the wind blew fiercely outside the house, and a thunderclap in the dark clouds split the dark night, and the sky was still full of stars, and at this moment it was all turned into a black cloud covering the moon.

Wu Qiufang, who was still immersed in sleep, did not wake up completely, but frowned slightly between half-dreaming and half-awake, as if in the hot summer, when he was sleeping soundly, he was bitten by a small mosquito, and he only felt some pain, but it did not make people wake up.

With the strong wind, there was also a torrential rain, the rain did not listen to the fall, it became bigger and bigger, as if Nuwa had missed a place when she was mending the sky, the torrential rain was like a note, smashing on the bricks and tiles, and the crackling noise made Wu Qiufang turn over in some annoyance.

Suddenly, another thunderbolt fell, like a golden snake spitting out a letter, which happened to explode directly above the Mo Sect, and the roar was deafening, at this time, Qiu Fang finally woke up completely, he rubbed his sleepy eyes, sat up from the bed, and said angrily: "Tonight is really not peaceful." ”

Muttering, Qiu Fang stood up, the wind and rain outside the house was too much, poured into this small firewood room, so that Qiu Fang was wrapped in clothes, late autumn, there is not much time left from the winter, a sudden wind and rain, naturally will feel refreshing.

Just as he reached out to close the doors and windows that were swaying in the wind and rain, the third thunder of the night fell again, this thunder seemed to be a little unusual, and it still came straight to the Mo Sect.

Xu is Mozong's people have done all the bad things that hurt the heavens and reason, and the immortals can't see it, so they made a few thunderbolts to teach the Mozong group of thieves a lesson. Thinking of this, Qiu Fangwu laughed a few times, as if it had become one of the few careful thoughts that he could talk about in the middle of the night.

But he rejoiced a little early, as the fourth thunder pierced the sky, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the storm and the rain also showed that this was no longer an ordinary rainy night in autumn.

Qiu Fang frowned, poked his head out of the window, and noticed that this thunder was too fierce, and the rumbling thunder was mixed with the exclamations and shouts of men and women, presumably those people of the Mo Sect who had never practiced were shocked by the thunder and torrential rain.

Thunder and rain are a sparse and common thing, but tonight's thunder is from far and near, from small to large, at first the thunder exploded in the sky, which was not enough to make people suspicious, but the last two thunders actually split directly on the barrier of the Mo Sect, no wonder everyone panicked.

Qiu Fang's eyes were like torches, he looked at the lightning and thunder outside the window, and thought about the strangeness of this thunder unhurriedly, how could he be afraid of so many heavenly thunders as a dignified cultivator.

But before he could think about it, there was a sudden sharp pain in his right eye, which made him moan and almost faint.

He covered his right eye with his hand, took a few steps back, and sat down on the edge of the bed, shouting in his throat, which came out of the house and was swallowed up by the rain in an instant.

For a moment, he remembered what Li Changfeng had said in his dream to give him another treasure, and a burst of doubt rose in his heart, which frightened him to stand on end.

Could it be that everything in this dream is real?

The pain robbed him of his ability to think, and all he felt was a dagger piercing his right eye, no, if he thought about it, it looked more like something was about to burst out of his eye.

"Boom!"

The fifth thunderbolt smashed down instantly, impartially smashing into the Mozong's Protector Sect's enchantment, and the mana collided with the thunder, bursting out of tens of millions of sparks, scattered in the air, as brilliant as day.

Qiu Fang didn't have a chance to see this strange scene, the heart-rending pain spread from his right eye to his whole body, he curled up on the bed, gasping for breath with difficulty, compared to the collision of thunder and enchantment, this small firewood room is the real danger.

Although the pain was unbearable, Qiu Fang still didn't dare to use his mana to relieve his pain, so he could only carry it and let the pain swim all over his body. And his right eye has long been so painful that he has lost consciousness, if he goes to look in a mirror at this moment, he will see a strange scene——— his left eye can still move with his consciousness, but his right eye does not listen to his call, lying quietly in the eye socket, not angry at all.

As soon as the sixth thunder came out, it seemed that time and space were stagnant, and the Protector Sect Barrier was still quite firm, and it was forced to eat the lightning strike from the sky, and the earth where the Mo Sect was located seemed to be culverted by the thunder, and it trembled.

The exclamations outside the window were louder, and several thunderbolts fell unexpectedly, and those subordinates and junior disciples of the Mo Sect who had never seen the world were all crying and hiding in the room.

And Feng Zheng was already standing outside the house, he was dressed in black as before, staring at the sky, with a sea of ink flowing under his feet, and people of his realm had already seen that the thunder tonight was extraordinary.

"Sect Master, did the East Pole Gate hear the wind?"

Feng Zheng's side stood another middle-aged man, this person was wearing a beard suit, and there was a gloomy aura between his eyebrows, and he didn't seem to be from Xia Guo.

The junction of the Xia Kingdom and the Wasteland Country is Luocheng, where there are many people living in the Wasteland, and the speaker is one of them, but he also has a special identity ——— the pen and ink envoy of the Mozong.

As his name suggests, he holds a long brush in his hand, which is more than several times larger than the pen used for ordinary writing, and even the wolf hair on the tip of the pen is as hard as a silver needle, and it does not look like a good match.

"It shouldn't be, even if Dongjimen knows about the Deepavali Conference, it can't be so reckless." Although Feng Zheng's expression was solemn, he had seen more winds and waves in his life, and he was calm at this time.

"Then what is this, this thunder, not at all unusual."

The pen and ink envoy frowned and said.

Feng Zheng pondered for a moment, but did not speak.

The Blood Ink Envoy also came from outside the courtyard at this time, and it was always slower for women to go out, especially for a beautiful woman like her. She didn't know about the previous conversation between Feng Zheng and the two, but she saw them standing in the rain, and she was also puzzled: "Is Dongjimen making trouble behind his back?" ”

Feng Zheng shook his head, he didn't want to repeat what he had just said, he frowned, thinking seriously about the reason behind it.

With his understanding of the East Pole Gate, he would definitely not make such a move and directly attack the Mo Sect. What's more, judging from his erroneous tip, Zhou Zong was at most recovering from a serious illness, and he didn't have the energy to start this battle.

But Feng Zheng really couldn't guess where these thunderbolts came from, and even several ink envoys of the Mo Sect didn't know about the secret treasures of the three major families, and he had always handled it himself, so naturally this thunder would not come for the secret treasures.

Since it's not for the secret treasure, it's for the Demon Slayer Conference, Dongjimen is not so stupid, is it the same party of the monster?

Feng Zheng's face sank, that day, if Zhou Zong hadn't hit the monster first, it would not have been his turn to pick up the leak and catch it back, such a powerful demon naturally has the same party, and the golden-faced black-clothed man who broke into the Mo Sect alone a few days ago was one of them.

But the power of the thunder in front of him is greater than the other, and it must be an extremely high master to drive it freely, and the golden-faced black-clothed man who broke into the Mo Sect is still a little short of the heat, and it is not enough to control such a fierce thunder. In this way, if this monster has a stronger party, then the Deepavali Conference will be even more tricky.

Thinking of this, he turned his head to the two ink envoys and whispered: "Strengthen your precautions in the past few days, there will be a bloody storm in the Demon Slayer Conference!" ”