Of course, sleeping with Cheng Jiexiong is a joke, because it is impossible for him to sleep while transforming into a cold sky to observe.

But it was certain when I lived in Soryuin.

In the following time, the cold sky was attached to the street male in the morning, and he felt the muscles (biomagnetic field) of the other party when he transformed. Pulsating, blessed in the ghost brain, progress can be said to be very good.

In the afternoon, I enjoyed a rare sour time with Zhu Mei.

As for the evening?

Of course it belongs. For two!

The combination of work and rest can be regarded as being flexibly used by cold air to the limit.

For nearly four years, his mind had been in a tense state.

In the early stage, because of the strong shadow, he didn't dare to waste a second, and he was immersed in cultivation wholeheartedly, and in the later stage, in order to defeat Yujiro, he even slept instead of meditation, practicing 36 hours a day (Jack?). Just to get the Van Ma bloodline.

After returning to the Soryu Temple, from the soul to the body, the cold air felt that his will and body had been condensed to the extreme, and there was actually a slight sign of breakthrough?

This feeling is very mysterious, and the cold sky is only felt a little stronger when you taste the pure fruit.

But unfortunately, Zhu Mei was not strong enough and couldn't last long.

After three months of enjoying comfort, Leng Kong felt that his blood was about to be cold, and his bones were about to rust.

Gentle Township, Hero's Tomb!

The ancients were right, people just can't be comfortable for too long.

However, at this time, the cold air finally adjusted the frequency of muscle fluctuations to the same as that of the street hero, so as to grasp the mystery of the body's free shrinkage and expansion.

After his body was normal, he accompanied Zhu Mei to visit all the major shopping malls in Tokyo, ate all the delicious foods, and went to watch the boxing ring of Aya Xiang.

Finally, it's time to start again.

In the middle of the night,

Looking at Zhu Mei, who was sleeping tightly in his arms, Leng Kong lovingly kissed the beauty on the forehead, and then got out of bed and walked out of the door gently.

Standing on the balcony, his eyes closed and his mind entered the pure white space, and then the suspended light cluster shrouded in the sky of Fist Island shot out a pillar of light, and quickly dragged the cold sky into the Heavenly Gate.

"Leng Jun."

Just the next second after the cold sky flew away with the light cluster, Zhu Mei, who was lying on the bed, opened her eyes, and there were crystal tears hanging on her long eyelashes.

When she accompanied her on a shopping spree and played with her in the cold air, Zhu Mei knew that her man was leaving again.

This side of the world is too small, and Leng Jun's stage is destined to be the heavens and all worlds behind the gate of heaven.

And with the supernormal five senses of the cold sky, of course, he knew that Zhu Mei didn't sleep, and he didn't break it.

Because he doesn't like to tell me when he leaves.

The consciousness entered the pure white space, and the body once again traveled through the worlds with the help of the light ball.

I don't know how long it took, I felt the vibration of my body and my consciousness returned.

Sweeping his gaze, Leng Kong found himself in a huge scorched pit, well, this should have been smashed by himself.

The legs popped out of the crater with a slight force, and there was a small hill outside.

Descending the hill and crossing the mountain, a meandering path only one person wide appeared in front of me.

On both sides of the path is a field, and on the other side is a field, and it is faintly wider until the end of the field of vision.

In the field, there was a thin skinny and bony man, a swarthy body, a short turnip, dressed in an extremely tattered cardinal linen coat working on the farm, occasionally glancing at the majestic and perfect figure of the cold sky, and his face did not fluctuate in the slightest, and he lowered his head and continued to work after staring at his eyes slightly.

As the lowest level of society, heavy miscellaneous taxes and exploitation have long numbed their hearts, and being able to fill their stomachs has exhausted their whole strength, how can they have the spare strength to care whether the cold and empty body explodes or not?

Leng Kong looked at this group of black elves, and felt that he shouldn't be able to ask any useful information, so he walked along the path and walked onto the main road.

After walking for several hours, I passed through four or five dense forests and thatched villages, and I walked more than 30 miles.

The clouds are getting thicker and thicker, and it looks like it's going to rain.

After turning over another grove, a dilapidated teahouse came into view, and two men dressed as men, with blackened towels on their shoulders, leaned on the wooden pillars of the teahouse.

There was not a single guest in it except for the guys.

The two coffee tables with missing corners placed randomly look a little old, and there are still many scratches on the top of the slurry.

This shop is not normal at first glance.

But it's just in line with the cold hollow mind, these people should know more than the farmers in front, right?

Da grin walked into the tea house and sat down, and the raindrops just fell from the sky.

Misty clouds covered the sky, the light became lighter, the raindrops changed from small to large, and the dense water splashes bloomed outside the tea house, and only the sound of rain remained in my ears for a while.

"Where are the guests going?"

The two guys saw Leng Kong's eyes and quickly touched, the younger one quickly turned around and entered the house, Leng Kong could hear that the guy ran out of the back door immediately after entering the house,

The older man shook off the black towel, walked in front of the cold sky, skillfully wiped the tabletop, and then placed a large notched porcelain bowl, the teapot tilted, and the turbid water column poured onto the edge of the bowl.

"I mean, just this thing, who can't resist such temptation?"

The cold air finger was already cold, and the tea in the large smell of dirt and slag still smelled a faint medicinal smell.

No, if you want to be drugged, at least be professional?

The quality of local black shops is too poor.

"I'm sorry."

The guy shrugged, "We haven't entertained guests in a long time. ”

How long?

The guy tilted his head and thought about it, it seemed like he had been in his 50s, and he hadn't been born at that time.

It has been almost 50 years since the Tengen period, under the auspices of the first head of Hanzo, the Iga and Koga signed a no-war agreement, and 50 years have passed.

Since he took over the teahouse, he has basically not entertained many guests.

Because except for the sworn enemy Koga, other small and medium-sized forces have not really dared to invade their Iga border.

That's right, it's the border!

A village is a country, this is an old tradition of small days.

Although they still need to obey the orders of the shogun, the small states still have a lot of autonomy, so as long as the shogun does not make trouble, no other force really dares to provoke them.

"So, what's the matter with guests coming to our Iga capital?"

The man's eyes were half-narrowed, and his hand quietly inserted into the counter to hold the handle of the knife, "Our Ninja Village doesn't accept outsiders." ”

"Ninja Village?"

Hearing this word, Leng Kong's brows furrowed steadily, this thing seemed to be different from martial arts.

But what is different in the end, I can't conclude without personal experience.

But since he knows that the combat power of this world is the ninja system, Leng Kong will definitely not miss it.

"If you say, I am a wandering warrior, and I travel half my life to find strong people to fight, do you believe it?"

Leng Kong opened the tea bowl with his hand, and his eyes were very sincere.

"Then you're in the wrong place!"

"Although Iga has been in seclusion for decades, it's not something you junk samurai can offend."

The words weren't spoken by the guys, but came from the woods behind.

After the sound fell, a pair of human-like objects suddenly shot out of the woods and buckled on the roof of the teahouse.

Shout!

In the next second, a short old man with a head like an octopus and the back of his head protruding half a meter back appeared on the roof.

"Was it really a hand just now?"

Seeing the way the old man appeared, Leng Kong's eyelids trembled slightly,

If you're not mistaken, this old man's hands are just a few dozen meters long, right?

Is this the ninja method?

Or a rubber man?

(End of chapter)