Feng Qingtong was wandering in the land of Sanfu in the south of Longque, but the golden rune sword did not light up again. No matter how anxious he was, the rune sword didn't shine, and he couldn't help it. But fortunately, Yu Youwei's letter has not been broken, and she has been telling him that his condition has stabilized. Feng Qingtong didn't dare to believe it all, but he couldn't believe it, because now that he went back to the north, it would not help the immortal path.

In fact, Feng Qingtong himself was a little suspicious, he had already married a wife, and he could really be regarded as "unstained with dust"? But the golden sword full of cracks had not completely shattered, which meant that there might still be a chance, and Feng Qingtong had to continue to travel.

As he wandered here, someone found him.

The storyteller of the Chuilong Inn.

This Chuilong Inn is the name of the inn where the Sui family once saw him. There is not only one Chuilong Inn, but there are three places to distribute, and they must all be the property of the Sui family.

When they met, Feng Qingtong was already preparing to travel further south, and was having his last breakfast at an inn at that time, and his luggage was ready, and he planned to leave today. Who knew that someone would find him while he was eating.

The storyteller was obviously not ordinary, so he retired from the little guy who served the food in the compartment, and then said respectfully to Feng Qingtong: "Young man, the young master of my family asks to see him, and he has something important to tell you." ”

Feng Qingtong didn't put down the chopsticks, he was unhurried, and ate chopsticks one by one.

After a long time, when he finally felt that he had eaten, he picked up his handkerchief, wiped his mouth, and looked at the storyteller who stood with his hands down:

"I just had a good meal, did you find it along the smell of rice?"

The storyteller was so choked that he had no choice but to bow his head and remain silent.

Feng Qingtong patted a few ingots of silver on the table, and the storyteller saw this:

"Shaoxia, the account has been settled for you. ”

"That's right. ”

Feng Qingtong nodded and withdrew the silver into his sleeve. Standing up and touching the hilt of the sword, Feng Qingtong was a little melancholy:

"I deliberately bypassed the capital of these two dynasties, knowing that it was an eventful place, but I still can't get around it after all......"

After a moment of distress in his heart, Feng Qingtong's eyes quickly returned to clarity:

"Let's go, just right, I have something to ask about as well. ”

The two of them left the inn, and the storyteller was an idle man, and while taking Feng Qingtong to the outside of the city, he was talking all over the world. not only talked about the situation in the Central Plains, the war on the frontier, but also talked about the wind and snow in the capital, folk tales, and of course, after opening the chatterbox, he did not forget to flatter Feng Qingtong a few words. Even Feng Qingtong began to wonder if this person really had an idle heart and didn't remember everything, or if he was indeed an outsider.

But since he came to invite him, how likely is it that he is an outsider?

The world is chaotic and turbulent, Feng Qingtong grew up from the illusion realm, and he is more sensitive to luck, how can he not know? Since the Sui clan can have the transformation realm as a guest, can he be a person who has no foundation and does not want to enter the game? Besides, now he is coming to him again, it is really just for the affection between himself and the ghost face, and he has no other intentions?

Feng Qingtong didn't respond much, but after experiencing a lot, he didn't like to talk anymore. But he silently wrote down everything the storyteller said, and listened to a few places very carefully.

The first is the war in the north. The northern frontier has entered the war situation, and it has been completely defeated, and it has contracted to the south. The defenders of the northern Xinjiang can only listen to rumors that it is the Qianye Yi clan, and more news is not clear. Mangjin stormed the north of the town, leaving no emotion, and there was already a sea of corpses and blood in front of the two sides.

The second is the "Zhentianxia" Academy, without the Lei clan behind him, it doesn't seem to be going well. But under the public opinion of the world, no one has moved for a while, the war in the north has started, and the imperial court has been criticized for not rushing to help, and if it does not protect the formation academy set up to deal with Mangjin, it is indeed a little too much. Several sects in the north have already emerged, and no one dares to touch the unsolved case of the Lei family, all they can do is to secretly replace the Lei family and bear the expenses of the academy.

The two walked all the way, and after walking for a long time, the surroundings became more and more deserted.

Feng Qingtong didn't doubt it at all, just followed forward. First, I can't think of any reason for the Sui clan to trap him,

The second is to have the confidence to escape. Now that he is in the Divine Rise Realm, he naturally has no advantage in facing the enemy, but when it comes to escaping, he is not weak at all. Of course, it's no better than that silly boy.

I don't know what happened to that stupid boy.

Feng Qingtong sighed and sighed, and it seemed that there was indeed nothing good to do with him.

Walking through a very wide wood, it suddenly became clear that in front of the two of them was an endless farmland. Now it is the spring ploughing season, and the water in the fields is stored, like a square mirror, reflecting the light of the sky. Many farmers shouted and drove the black buffalo to work in the fields.

What a paradise.

The storyteller pointed to an old locust tree outside the farmland and said with a smile:

"Young man, let's go over there first, and the young master will come right away. ”

Feng Qingtong naturally had no objection, and followed the storyteller to the old huai.

He looked at the endless field and felt a little stupid. The man was plowing in the field, and the children who were not afraid of the cold came out with him, running around the ridges, and his feet were covered with mud. Near lunchtime, smoke was already rising from the mud houses, and the peasant women, who had been busy all morning, should have gone home early to prepare lunch. Feng Qingtong couldn't help but think: If he can spend the rest of his life quietly here with Young Vian, there will be no regrets.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a farmer walking barefoot and muddy feet. Although it is a coarse cloth, because a face is too white, you can see the difference from the people around you at a glance. But just now, when he led the oxen to plough in the field, because of his skillful movements, he was not so dazzling.

"Shaoxia, don't come to harm?"

Feng Qingtong nodded, in response.

"Go down. Wang Sui shook his hand, and the storyteller bowed respectfully, and then left.

Wang Sui was covered in mud, so he simply sat down against the old locust tree, and as soon as he sat down, he only felt relaxed for a while, and let out a long sigh.

"Childe, are you sitting?"

Wang Sui was a little playful, and looked at Feng Qingtong narrowly.

Feng Qingtong casually lifted his robe and sat on the withered grass. His face was calm, and he turned his head to look around:

"What about the ghost face, why hide if it's nearby. ”

Wang Sui chewed a grass root casually, beckoned to a farmer in the field in the distance who was also plowing in spring with his head down, and shouted:

"Shang Qing, come here. ”

Obviously, Su Shangqing has been paying attention to the situation here, so he scattered the cattle on the ridge at random and came over here.

Feng Qingtong looked at the ghost face of the past that was getting closer.

Obviously covered with a ghost face, the evil spirit is awe-inspiring, and now the ghost face is removed, and the righteousness is magnificent. But Feng Qingtong still prefers the old man who held the evil sword and was full of spirit.

Feng Qingtong didn't stand up, and when he approached, he said coldly:

"Brother Qin is so leisurely. ”

Su Shangqing's figure paused slightly, and he slowly took another step, reached the stalk, and rubbed off the muddy water on his feet with the withered grass. There are no words.

"So I don't care about it?Three questions on the mountain, the words that are the most beautiful are forgotten the fastest!'When you work together, you can do both martial arts and threesomes', but what did you say?"

Feng Qingtong stood up:

"When I came here today, I thought that your conscience would be to talk to me about Brother Lei. But this is another kind of ploughing and drama to my eyes, and it is also a calm and saving the city, so there must be something else?

Feng Qingtong pressed the hilt of the long sword hanging from his waist with his hand, and turned around to leave.

Su Shangqing Weng said:

"I don't want to care! If I were just a casual traveler, and this life was only owned by me, Su Shangqing, I wouldn't be like this!"

Feng Qingtong thought about it, why didn't he do nothing? just pretended to be full of grief and indignation, and he couldn't let go of his own affairs after all. Moreover, Feng Qingtong doesn't feel that he can do good things if he mixes it again, his star life will not be broken for a day, and saving people is harming people.

Sui stood up and grabbed Feng Qingtong.

"Shaoxia, don't be in a hurry to get angry first. Looking for you today, it's really not all because of Lei's affairs. But in general, it is also the way to save the Lei family. ”

Feng Qingtong stopped at this time and said coldly:

"Who's the murderer?!"

Wang Sui pulled Feng Qingtong to sit down and said with a smile:

"The gentleman Taishan collapsed in front of him and did not change, besides, this matter is a long story, Shaoxia sat down first, and listened to us speak slowly. ”

Pulling Feng Qingtong to sit down, Wang Sui chewed the grass roots in his mouth, and said slowly:

"I am the emperor of the dynasty. ”

Feng Qingtong was instantly shocked, and then looked at Su Shangqing. I just heard him call his name, and it turned out that his surname was not Qin, but Su Shangqing. Thinking about it this way, the last long sword in the sword box is probably Shang Qing.

Shang Qing, the heavy weapon of the country, the sword of the gentleman, the fourth place in the hundred weapons spectrum, and the second among the sword weapons, second only to the dome.

"Feng Gongzi, the two of us should have the hatred of destroying the country, but at this time, it is a matter of the society of the world, and my Wang Sui is really unavailable, so I have to turn to Gongzi ......for help."

"Who told you that my surname is Feng?" Feng Qingtong's face was a little ugly.

Wang Sui was not surprised by this question, and said, "You can roughly guess it......

Feng Qingtong nodded and knew that his surname was Feng, and there was only one person in Dongcang.

"Lu Xuan is also your person?"

Wang Sui shook his head: "Not now...... The fate of the monarch and the minister is over, I have already failed him twice, and I will not do it again. ”

With a long sigh, Wang Sui stood up, his face was serious, and finally showed a bit of imperial aura, and said:

"The national teacher hides his antipathy, and the Lei clan is eliminated by him. Childe's desire to avenge the Lei clan is actually the same as my heart to protect the common people. ”

After Wang Sui finished speaking, he looked at Feng Qingtong deeply:

"The people of the world can no longer bear the flames of war, I respectfully ask Mr. to put aside his prejudices and kill the national thieves with Wang!"

The word "I" shows his magnanimity, and the other "Wang" puts his posture very low.

A "childe" can still be withheld, and a "sir" is considered extremely respectful.

Feng Qingtong was speechless for a long time, and then said:

"Plan?"

Wang Sui saw Feng Qingtong's mouth, and hurriedly said:

"Ten days later, the 70th birthday of the national teacher, I will sacrifice Huangri Mountain with me!

Feng Qingtong sighed, shook his head and said:

"The odds are less than one thousand. Now that I am in the Divine Origin Realm, I also know Su Shangqing's strength, even if I take the Shangqing Sword, it is the top Dahua Realm, but it is still less than the Demigod Realm like Lei Jiyuan, and it is not the opponent of the old national teacher who is hidden deeper at all. Moreover, the heroes under the mountain are standing, and the battle is together, and it can swarm very quickly. It's not an opponent in the first place, and it still requires us to kill with one blow and close the battle quickly, how is it possible?"

Feng Qingtong stood up:

"The emperor is involved in the country, I advise you to stay away from me, and it is not a good thing to get involved with me. ”

Wang Sui actually knew that this plan was full of omissions at all. But he just wants to make a last effort according to that proverb, time is not waiting, how can he think about it so much? He just wants to pull Feng Qingtong into the game at all costs!

"Sir, this matter is not successful, but Wang still has something to show Mr. ”

Wang Sui's voice was cold, his face was cold, and he looked at the field.

There was an honest farmer who had collected his farm tools and was heading home barefoot.

Feng Qingtong followed Wang Sui's gaze and looked over there

A peasant woman dressed in coarse cloth was walking towards the farmer on the ridge of the field, smiling and warm, and beside the husband and wife, followed by a quirky child, smiling and talking about something......

"Sister, sister......"

Two lines of clear tears rolled down the young man's face.