"That's the Forget-You-Forget Grass?"

Jiang Shaofeng looked at the green grass in the distance, something very beautiful, beautiful like a personal artwork.

Qingqing nodded and said, "Yes." ”

She led him towards the rock: "The leaves of the Forgetfulness Grass only grow once a year, only three at a time, and if you come late, its leaves will wither.

People don't want to harm you, this is not a poisonous weed, this is a weed, and it is not easy to forget your sorrows. ”

At this moment, suddenly a black shadow flew in, covering the moonlight, like a dark cloud, it was not a dark cloud. It was an eagle, a pale eagle.

The eagle circled in the moonlight, hovering over the white jade-like rocks like a dark cloud. Qingqing's pale face immediately showed a strange expression, and he frowned and said, "It seems that you are not the only one who is going to come to find this worry-forgetting grass today!"

"Someone's coming!"

Jiang Shaofeng's words Qingqing hadn't yet spoken, and the giant eagle suddenly swooped down like a meteor towards the forgetful grass on the bluestone.

The eagle moved far faster and faster than anyone else, as if it were a streamer.

Qingqing's movements were even more decisive, she let go of Jiang Shaofeng's palm, and whispered: "Go!" As soon as the voice came out, her person had already floated up like a flowing cloud, fluttering onto the rock. The sleeves of her coat also swung out like flowing clouds, waving towards the eagle's eye.

"Chirp~~~"

The eagle roared, flew away like a meteor, and disappeared into the northern darkness in an instant.

The full moon regained its brightness, and Qingqing stood in the moonlight, on the rocks, and her clothes fluttered on the ground, like a fairy in the sky.

Qingqing beckoned to Jiang Shaofeng: "Can you come up?"

Jiang Shaofeng walked to the side of this rock, this stone was as smooth as a mirror, not as slippery as his hand, and difficult to climb, but it was nothing to Jiang Shaofeng, and he came to Qingqing's side in three or two clicks.

Qingqing looked at Jiang Shaofeng in surprise, this person obviously didn't have any peerless light skills, and his cultivation was also extremely low, but the movements that came up were very rhythmic and extremely relaxed.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the eagle suddenly flew back again, its wings were windy, and the strong wind was blowing, and Jiang Shaofeng also heard Sen Leng's laughter.

This is just an ordinary eagle, not a demon or a demon, not a fairy god, the eagle does not sneer, let alone speak, the laughter comes from a person riding on the back of the eagle.

The eagle is circling, and the man has flown down. Like a leaf falling lightly on a rock, this man's body is very light, and there will be no more than ten people with such skills.

The moonlight was shining, and his people were shining with golden light, and he was wearing a robe made of gold thread, a robe three feet long.

For the man was only more than three feet tall, and the robe three feet long was worn over him, and it had been dragged down to the ground. His beard was longer than this golden robe, and his sword was longer than his beard.

A three-foot-tall man, with a four-foot-long sword behind his back, and a scabbard made of gold that had been dragged to the ground, did not look like a human being. In Jiang Shaofeng's eyes, this guy is more like a clown, a clown who pretends to be a ghost.

Of course, in the eyes of people who don't know the truth, such a character is comparable to a fairy god, and maybe he will be mistaken for a 'god'.

The golden robes, the golden beards, and the golden swords all flashed with golden light. The old man's body was less than four feet. But his expression was confident, inexplicably confident, and his contemptuous gaze made people feel that he was a giant, a giant ten feet high.

He suddenly asked, "You were the one who scared my son away just now?"

He was asking Qingqing, but he didn't even look at Qingqing, as if Qingqing was not worth his eyes at all, and there was no one in this world who could be looked at by him.

"Your son?"

Qingqing smiled, "That bird is your son?" The old man said, "That's not a bird, it's an eagle, it's a divine eagle, it's a god among eagles." ”

He spoke with a serious and deliberate expression, as if what he was saying was never a lie or a joke. But in Jiang Shaofeng's opinion, this is a great joke in the world, a giant owl dares to call the god of eagles, this person's perception of God is too low!

Qingqing was still laughing, "The eagle is also a bird, your son is a bird, are you also a bird?"

The old man was angry, his hair was half bald, but when he was angry, the remaining hair on the bald top stood up one by one, which was a manifestation of a person's qigong practice to the peak, the so-called angry hair rushing to the crown.

Of course, this peak of achievement refers to the so-called peak of the acquired realm, that is, to deceive some martial arts backwards, real masters will not be like this at all, and innate masters will not make such an almost stupid performance, except for the consumption of internal force can not get anything else, a very stupid performance.

Qingqing was very calm in the face of the old man's anger, Jiang Shaofeng was even calmer, this kind of character is also in low martial arts, except for higher skills, there is nothing, and when he encounters a real master, he will be a second.

The old man's anger actually calmed down quickly, and he said coldly: "You can scare away my eagle, your skills are not weak." ”

Qingqing said: "Oh!"

"But I won't kill you. ”

The old man said proudly: "Because there are only two people left in this world who are qualified for me to kill." ”

"Ridiculous, pretending to be a ghost!"

Jiang Shaofeng's sneer came, Qingqing subconsciously stopped, but in the face of Jiang Shaofeng's almost provocative words, the old man was not angry, nor did he look at it, for an ant with low martial arts, he had no interest in stepping on him, even if he was scolded, he had no interest in doing it.

He had just said that there were only two people in the world who were worthy of his killing.

"Hmph~~"

The old man's nose was facing the sky, but he didn't even look at Qingqing and Jiang Shaofeng, so he walked towards the forgetful grass with his hands on his shoulders.

Qingqing suddenly blocked his way and said, "You can't touch this worry-forgetting grass, you can't even touch it." ”

The old man didn't ask her why, and now that she was in front of him, he couldn't help but look at her, but he still didn't look up at her face.

He was staring at the knife on her belt, the green, crooked knife. The green scimitar flashed silver in the full moon.

The old man suddenly stretched out a hand like a bird's claw and said to Qingqing, "Bring it!"

Qingqing said: "What to take?"

The old man said, "Your knife." ”

Qingqing said, "Why should I give you my knife?"

The old man said, "Because I want to see." ”

Qingqing said: "Now you have seen it." The old man said, "What I want to see is a knife, not a scabbard." ”

Qingqing said: "I advise you, just look at the scabbard, and never look at this knife." ”

The old man said, "Why?"

Qingqing said: "Because this knife is absolutely unsightly." ”

She sighed softly, "Because everyone who has seen this knife has already died under this knife, so you'd better not be so curious." "Hundred plating, the latest chapter of "Zhutian Immortal Martial Half-Hero Legend Claw Book House" is free to read for the first time.