He was puzzled and imagined all kinds of reasons, but he overturned them one by one. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This may only be a puzzle.

Later, when he saw those seven things scattered on the ground, his heart was touched by inadvertence.

Could it be the seven magic weapons? He couldn't be sure, because they were taken by those two people, so how could they end up in the hands of these people? And when those people spilled on the ground, those two people were indifferent to these seven things?

He was completely confused.

He can't put this explanation down to providence for the time being.

Maybe it's providence.

Yes, this must be providence, it is the arrangement of heaven's will, so that you can get these seven magic weapons.

It was God's favor for my Heshan faction that made it impossible for others to recognize these seven magic weapons, and only then did these seven magic weapons come into their own hands.

Yes, this is indeed a providential arrangement.

Song Zizhuang thought about it, and his mood was inexplicably a little agitated.

He stuffed the seven magic weapons into his arms one by one while he was in a panic, thinking about how to leave these people justifiably, he was confident that if he wasn't injured, these people would not be his opponents at all, but now that they were injured, everything would be unknown.

When he was troubled, it happened that the people on the wooden bird were falling, this was a good opportunity for him to get out, you know, the people on the wooden bird have no grievances with him, and they don't know the matter of the seven magic weapons, after a moment of entanglement, they will not be embarrassed for themselves, so he resolutely stood up and chose to follow the wooden bird.

Now, everything was calm, Song Zizhuang sat on the back of the wooden bird, listening to the sound of the wind brushing by his ears like rain, thinking about how to get rid of these people.

He sat upright, the wooden bird walked straight in the air, the wind in front of him was blowing, and his face was painful, but the wooden bird seemed to be very stable, not shaking at all, and walked straight ahead.

According to the Sleepless Daoist, the two people were heading in this direction, but when they saw the weeds and mountains, there was not necessarily a single figure.

Dongmen Sequoia glanced at Song Zizhuang, and in the whirring wind, his voice was very clear, and said: "Those two people are carrying a monster, they must not be able to go fast, everyone take a closer look." ”

Mo Yu and Yan Yuhan both nodded in agreement, Song Zizhuang couldn't guess what they wanted the copper bottle for, and wanted to open their mouths to ask, but it was difficult to speak.

On the way, he stopped the wooden bird several times, Song Zizhuang wanted to say goodbye and go, but they refused, Song Zizhuang had seven magic weapons, and he didn't care about other things, he only remembered how to avoid these people, but Mo played with strict guards, and couldn't let him have a little space, and the two girls were even more cunning, laughing at themselves from time to time, and secretly often engaged in some conspiracies and tricks against him, but fortunately, Song Zizhuang was always on guard, and he didn't suffer much.

This day came to a small town, the name is called inch, a few people rested, the wooden bird moored in the wild, although this town only has one street in the east and west, but it is bustling, the sound of selling on the street comes and goes, it seems to be very lively, Song Zizhuang is thinking about taking advantage of the crowd to escape.

Yan Yuhan hadn't been to the market for a long time, and as soon as he came to the town, he couldn't wait to go to the fair, but due to the strictness of the Sequoia at the East Gate, he waited until the evening to sneak out.

Song Zizhuang was happy for a while, and finally got rid of these people, identified the path, and fled in the direction from which he came, at this time it was still early, but the sky was already dark, Song Zizhuang ran around for a while, because it was dark and could not distinguish the path, plus if those people found out that they were not there, they would definitely take the wooden bird to pursue, how could their meat legs run past the birds, and they would inevitably still be caught, and now the only way is to stay here, and when they can't find themselves, they will eventually have to hurry, they have nothing to do with them, they will not pay much attention, isn't it ten thousand times better than escaping now and being caught halfway through?

Song Zizhuang made up his mind, and cautiously returned to Cunguang Town, and found a small inn far away from the hotel where Mo Wan and his party stayed, and stayed in the room every day to hide.

It is often said that the safest places are often the safest.

Also, after Song Zizhuang lived, there was no wind and grass, he chose the room on the third floor, and looked at the outside scene from the window crack every day, the outside of this inn is the main road out of the town, every day the inn is full of people coming and going, endlessly, Song Zizhuang is not in a hurry, every day without leaving the house, the meals are sent into the room by the shopkeeper to solve, just like that, Song Zizhuang has been in the room for three days, these days are very safe, there is no news about Mo play a few people, but he still does not dare to be negligent, still stay in the room, every day is not from the window to look at the outside situation, or study the seven things, has not seen Mo play and others passing byAs for the seven things that may be magic weapons, Song Zizhuang has studied them for a few days, but there is still no eyebrows, and the only result may be that these things are slightly different from what they usually see.

In fact, since the Dongmen Sequoia and his party disappeared Song Zizhuang, they just scolded a few words, and they didn't bother to look for it, how could they have so much spare time, so they set off on the same day and chased Bai Weichen and Fu Dongliu again.

Song Zizhuang hid in the room for a few days, this day is the fifth day, he thought that although he did not see a few people leave, but maybe they left unintentionally, it should be fine, hesitated for a while, and finally settled down, go down to see first, out of the inn, breathe the fragrant air, the mood is very good, several days in the house, it is really not comfortable, look at the street, people come and go, the world is still going on as always, Song Zizhuang casually walked for a while, the stomach was a little hungry, so he found a small hotel to sit down and eat some food, a few days to eat are sent by the shopkeepers, either not fresh, or a little cold, I have to have a good meal today, he called Xiao Er, ordered some dishes, asked for a pot of wine, and poured himself a drink.

Between eating, I saw a person swaggering across from him, Song Zizhuang looked up, wearing monk's clothes, with messy hair, it was the head Tuo who showed his face at the martial arts alliance leader meeting that day, what is it called Shi Bujing, and there is a great nickname called "Song Yu in the east of the wall".

Song Zizhuang didn't want to meet this person here, but saw Shi Bu sitting opposite him, as if he didn't recognize him, he called for some wine and food, and ate it in a big gulp, gobbling it up, as if he had been hungry for a long time, his eating appearance was very ugly, and the juice he ate after a while was splashed, and the cups and plates were messy.