The teenagers walked away, and Hou Yu didn't say hello, seeing each other is fate, and not seeing each other is fate.

In the cold shade with an old guest, the ups and downs of Fufeng City over the years have probably been a lot, a small country and a small city, there is no military affairs, and it is far from the cultivation circle, although it is as plain as water, there is nothing worth making a fuss about in the past two years, and there is no difference more than two years ago.

Uncle Sun has returned to his hometown to spend his old age in peace according to his words, which makes his last worries in Fucheng disappear. Suddenly, I feel that there is no point in entering the city or not?

Peace and security, return home, who will watch?

The great clans in the city? Even if you lick the ditch for him, will he feel pleasure?

The courtesy of the government lords? What can it bring him?

How many of Sister Hua's sons have called?

After thinking about it, I didn't come up with even a character worth looking at, and I don't know why, You Xing stopped abruptly when he arrived here, and he couldn't raise the slightest interest.

He didn't expect that the first time the wanderer returned to his hometown, he would feel like this, and the feeling of urgency that he once thought was gone all the way.

Nostalgia is a poem, and the important thing is that it contains feelings, not where the poem is inscribed.

In the twilight and sunset, Hou Yu drank the last glass of wine, and also enjoyed the lame stay sincere free order, Hou Yu helped him too much, otherwise he would not have the opportunity to open a store here, he had a hunch that this might be the last chance to return in his life, so .......

Hou Yu did not refuse, he liked such a free order. In Fufeng City, he also has a wish of faith.

walked out of the wine shop, took advantage of the wine, and stepped on the Weiqiao; One room, the past, the hope of the future, one after another.

He remembered the unevenness of every stone bridge clearly, and every pothole on the bridge had been measured by his countless steps.

The night is approaching, the pedestrians are thinning, and the Weishui at the feet seems to become blurred, like a black dragon, winding into the distance.

He just stood here and didn't move, as if he were one with this bridge and with this, never one with each other again.)

Suddenly, it slipped away little by little, until the wine shop closed, until the pedestrians disappeared, until the door fell on the rock.

Because there are occasional water demons, people will still choose to return to the city and the town after the night, no one wants to come out at night to hang out, for fear of those who let go of the prodigal son.

A water, a bridge, people, just blended into a picture, heaven and earth are harmonious, and the years are quiet.

In Hou Yu's eyes, everything around him became darker and darker, more and more mushy, and he even had a sense of unreality, where did this bridge connect?

It's not on both sides of the water, it's not the three rivers supporting the wind, it's more like nostalgia, one end is connected to him, and the other end doesn't know where it leads?

He closed his eyes, regarded himself as a wisp of nostalgia, and floated forward along the bridge, he knew that there must be a road ahead, so he groped his way forward, even if it was very slow, even if it was one step at a time.

In such silence, a shrimp head suddenly poked out from under the Wei Bridge, and greedily watched this strange figure stand there motionless; Instinct drove it to jump up and take a bite and drag humans into the river; Reason told it that it was not good to do so, because this human being was a monk.

Its shrimp flutters in the air, trying to capture the spread of human breath in the air, trying to figure out the true state of the human before deciding what it will do next.

This kind of thing is not uncommon in places with such developed water systems.

The insect felt very strange, the breath of this human being was constantly wandering irregularly, one time Bigu, one time Peiyuan, and the other time it even jumped to the bridge for a short time, making him unpredictable.

Is it crazy? Or is it because of the exercises?

Shrimp decided to give it a try, it is a shrimp with some knowledge, and has experienced some small winds and waves, and knows the insidious cunning of humans.

So he bowed his body, ejected it more than three feet above the surface of the water, and quickly fell back into the water.

Nothing happened, no spells fell, and no sword flashes....... Nothing.

The shrimp decided to jump a little higher, the ruler is a little short, and ordinary fish can jump this (this chapter is not finished!). )

Chapter 199: Bridge Purple Mansion

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It's so high, not to mention reaching the bridge deck, even the piers haven't been crossed.

Poof, this time it jumped a foot high,

The fundamentals are halfway to the bridge deck, and it deliberately waved its little pincers when jumping high.

The human monk still didn't have any backlash, and he didn't move at all, like a wooden chicken.

The child has made a decision in his heart, it also knows a little bit about human books, the so-called things are only three, and if you try again, it should try the courage of this idea, no matter how high you jump, what is it?

This time, it jumped right at the level of the human, and then, it saw the human open its eyes and smile at it.

This smile almost laughed off half of the shrimp's soul, as if something was being sucked away from the body. It's as if it has lost its backbone, of course it doesn't have a backbone, it only has shrimp lines.......

When an object changes from rising to falling, there must always be a moment when the speed reaches zero, which is the best time for it to swing its mouth, and of course the best opportunity for others to attack it.

The sword had no power at all, and I couldn't see Qi Gang, but it was just gently and skillfully stretched out, just like a shrimp bringing its body up, and the long sword accurately pierced through the gap between the second and third sections of the shrimp's body, and picked it up, and a long shrimp line was picked out, and then Zikai felt the severe pain.

It fell inward, and the human monk could faintly hear the muttering voice, "Pick the line to eat shrimp, soy sauce, garlic and salt......."

Hou Yu saw that at this moment, there was some kind of consensus between him and Lone Sword, and the tacit understanding of the moment not only allowed him to give birth to sword knowledge, but also saw the other end of the bridge more clearly.

At the other end of the bridge is the Purple House.

I can't explain the magic of this moment, but Xiuzhen is magical, and in unexpected circumstances, the bridge and the sword sense, double happiness.

Hou Yu finally found the secret of his Purple Mansion, which seemed to be nothing, half blue, half yellow, just like heaven and earth.

In the thick yellow, a small grass seems to be breaking through the soil, a very strange grass, it looks like a sword, and it is blue?

Gladiolus?

He could feel from his Purple Mansion that Zhou Tian's fetal breath was slowly moving, and the blue and yellow were still cutting each other in motion, and the dividing line seemed to be a string.

correct

Locked from Sunday. Lifting ring three-inch field. Don't shh and count, days. Nine turns without loss of firepower) fetal breath spreads. In yin and yang can not be biased. Breath boasting is all reliant and continuous. in front and back chords.

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Chapter 199: Bridge Purple Mansion