Huaiyang Palace, the top of the watchtower.

Duan Tiannan's question made the other two's hearts skip a beat.

"Which wind senior?"

Hong Fan asked in surprise.

"Of course it's Kazama!"

Duan Tiannan laughed.

"The voice goes away with the wind; Kazama, who is at the top of the list and is alone in the sky, why is it difficult to hear the voices of people miles away? ”

"You mean, he knows we're here and can hear us?"

Hong Fan asked with a fixed face, his face slightly pale.

The wheal is slightly bright at this time.

It seems to be a coincidence, and it seems to be a response.

"Don't worry, Kazama won't come down and won't be able to make a move."

Duan Tiannan patted Hong Fan on the shoulder and stood up with the wine jar.

"The upper limit of the life span of the celestial man is one hundred and eighty years old, and he is already one hundred and eighty-two years old - now Kazama Ke is not only in the death retreat, but also relying on the enlightenment of the Tiangang Divine Wind to prolong his life."

"As soon as the death barrier is broken, I am afraid that the five decays of heaven and man will come immediately!"

"Exchange his life with me, how do you say he is willing?"

Duan Tiannan presumptuously pointed at the peak with his fingers, and the tone of his speech was unquestionable.

The number of days of life, the death pass, the five decays of heaven and man, and the ...... of enlightenment and longevity

For Hong Fan, there is too much new in these words.

But he didn't ask any questions, and believed it almost wishfully.

Because Kazama didn't go down.

Because otherwise, I don't know how to face the reality of Huaiyang Kingdom.

Duan Tiannan stopped talking.

He untied the red silk of his blouse and wrapped it in his palm, and then lifted the jar and drank heavily.

The wind was blowing all the time.

The nine-foot-long red silk was pulled straight up and flew outside the watchtower.

In Hong Fan's eyes, it was like an invisible storm being cut open with a tangible wound.

With only two breaths, a few liters of wine either fell into the stomach and intestines, or wet Duan Tiannan's beard and chest.

The wine is poured dry.

The jar is smashed.

Duan Tiannan turned his head and looked at the two juniors with a pair of blazing eyes.

"Two brothers, how about a thousand miles and one step? And what about the top of the list? ”

"Look at me scolding him!"

The big man spewed out a strong smell of wine in his mouth, crossed his waist with his hands, and shouted angrily at the top of the wind and clouds.

"Kazamake, a certain Duan Tiannan, can you dare to come down to see me?!"

There was like a thunderbolt in the wind.

The majestic sound rushed away in the dark night, and resounded through the royal city in an instant.

The Huaiyang Palace was soon lit up.

A breath rose in a central palace somewhere, and the sense of coercion was slightly higher than Duan Tiannan's.

Hong Fan knew that it must be the second master of the Feng family, the ninety-third on the land list, and the wind and clouds.

"Kazama, don't pretend to be deaf and dumb, talk back?!"

Duan Tiannan let out a second shout.

But Feng Mubai still only guarded in front of the palace and did not come.

Obviously, he didn't understand what Duan Tiannan was doing, and thought that this might be a plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain—after all, this person had assassinated the King of Huaiyang.

The wheals are still spinning.

There was no response from the top of the storm.

And rightfully so.

Under the Huaiyang royal court and the top of the wind and clouds, he insulted and closed the dead among the enemies and the outnumbered people.

At the first time, Hong Fan realized what a childish behavior this was.

Not only is it naïve, it's not just meaningless, it's even fatally dangerous - Kazama may die if he breaks through the level in anger, but the three of them can't survive.

But at the moment, none of that matters.

Reason is dormant for the time being.

Because the shouting and scolding in the wind was like a flame, and it set fire to Hong Fan and his people together with the liquor he had drunk.

"Kazama, I am the ...... of Chisha Hongfan"

He endured the heat in his eyes, stood up suddenly, and also smashed the wine jar on the glazed tiles.

"The honorific name is a thousand miles away, but it has been tied to a corpse like a dog for twenty years, isn't it aggrieved?!"

The question is raised like a sharp sword, cutting into the storm and the night.

Half of Yunlan City was awakened.

Then, the watchtower smashed the third jar.

Hong Fan and Duan Tiannan turned their heads to look.

They saw Gu Yixin raising his head and staring at the wind and clouds, his mouth opened and closed several times, but he couldn't scold.

Duan Tiannan crossed his waist and smiled.

"What do you say, don't ask for dirty, it's not a competition!"

Gu Yixin nodded, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke.

"Senior Feng, if you create bad karma, you will be punished!"

Without Duan Tiannan's rudeness, it is not as sharp as Hong Fan.

Fortunately, the voice was really not small, and it completely alarmed the whole city.

In Hong Fan's perception, two more breaths rose in the distance like wolf smoke, slowly leaning towards this side.

The first scorching heat should be Gong Zhengping, the first master of the Gong family, the holder of the earth god soldier "Mingshen", and the "Liaoyuan Fire".

The second is gloomy and cold, when it is the second of the two Yuan Magnets of the Feng family, the "Xiao Se Feng" Feng Manyun.

The atmosphere on the roof of the watchtower tightened a little.

"Okay, the mountain has seen it, the meat has been eaten, the wine has been drunk, and the people have been scolded."

Duan Tiannan tied the red silk back around his waist and whispered.

"Before they figure it out, we're going to have to run away - one against three is a burden, I'm a hiccup!"

As he spoke, he released the true yuan from his palms and lifted off into the air with the two of them.

A storm of destruction overhead.

At the foot is the Huaiyang Royal City, which is gradually brightened and chaotic.

The world flew back in Hong Fan's eyes.

Arashiyama is drifting away.

There was only a roar of shouting in the wind.

"If you have the guts, come and chase Lao Tzu!"

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When Hong Fan returned to Yingshan Temple, the time had not yet arrived (three o'clock in the morning).

Clouds covered the sky, so that the vault was black, and there were no stars or moons.

Speaking of which, I didn't do anything tonight except eat, drink, chat, and scold.

But at this time, he only felt physically and mentally exhausted, and his eyelids seemed to be carrying iron.

Throwing off his shoes, Hong Fan and his clothes lay down, and fell asleep as soon as he got into bed.

This sleep was filled with one dream after another.

In the dream, he braved the strong wind and returned to the original dilapidated courtyard in Jinhai City.

On the wooden bed, the corpses of living creatures were covered deep in the quilt and crushed into black, viscous blood.

Beneath the kitchen, flames burn brightly, and instead of an iron pot, a metal blade spinning at high speed.

He dreamed that the red candle wept for others.

He dreamed that the walls were covered with moss.

Stepping out of the house, the courtyard was still the same locust tree, its roots digging deep into the rock, like iron casting against the light.

The wind was still rumbling.

From the roots of the locust tree to its branches.

On the bark of the tree is the way of the world that has been overturned by the human race for 2,000 years and has never changed - horses go to the yellow sand and drink blood with knives.

Hong Fan woke up suddenly.

He was covered in hot sweat and his ears were beating like a drum.

Fortunately, the wind is finally far away.

Cool, damp air passes through the nasal passages.

Hong Fan turned over and found that it was still dark outside the window.

When I got out of the house, the floor of the yard was wet.

There was a basket by the door, and inside was a cold dinner.

Only then did he realize that it was the next night, and he had slept for nearly ten hours.

Carrying a bucket of well water, Hong Fan rushed to his body, changed his clothes, and then sat down on a rattan chair in the courtyard.

As usual, there was a pleasant wind passing through the courtyard.

Today, it only makes his heart tremble.

Hong Fan couldn't sit still, got up and just wanted to punch a few times, glanced at the side box, and stopped his hand.

Just then, the door to the wing room was opened.

Hong Fan turned his eyes and saw Tang Xingqing wearing a white skirt and a cotton jacket, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded.

"You've slept long enough."

She said, picking her eyes.

(End of chapter)