Wan Yanfeng also shook his head, the bitterness at the corner of his mouth faintly appeared, and the complicated heartache in his heart made him turn around and say goodbye to Tang Yanshan, and turned around and walked alone. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the way, I couldn't help but be confused, isn't this ghost vein trick able to bring the dead back to life? Isn't it immortal? What? Now he has turned the stunning white jade into a vegetative person, the legend is really unbelievable!

Growing up in the mountains and forests, without friends or parents, every day is spent alone, in fact, sometimes he can't figure out whether he is a human or a ghost?

It wasn't until Qinghe Town that he met Jinghong Baiyu that he knew the word "friend", Peach Blossom Fairy, Hui Li, these three people were his friends in life, and they also made him come out of loneliness, and he didn't feel lonely ever since.

I also let myself understand a truth, friends should care for each other, understand, help, "see the truth in trouble" real friends will help you when you encounter difficulties!

At this moment, he stopped, and with a single step, he landed lightly on one of the eaves.

Standing with his hands in his hands, his eyes staring away into the distance, even in the dark, he could see everything in front of him.

"If I had known this, I would have died rather than have you died. Right now...... You live in such pain......" The corners of Wan Yanfeng's mouth were always cold and hard, faint and desolate, and a touch of self-blame gradually spread, "Jinghong, I hurt you!"

Muttering, he closed his eyes tightly, but he still couldn't stop the tears from falling, a strong, brave, mature and steady man shed tears, Wan Yanfeng has never cried since he was a child, this is the first time......

"Hey!"

"I'm not called Hey! I have a name called Wan Yan Feng!"

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"Brother, look at my buddy, I'll be righteous, I'll bring you one, what's the matter?"

"Get out!"

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"Peony flower...... It's also romantic to die and be a ghost, but ...... It's not a peony, it's an iceberg, and it's content......"

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Unconsciously, a wipeful memory was played in Wan Yanfeng's mind, Wan Yanfeng opened his eyes and leaked a touch of firmness, inhaled fiercely, clenched his fists involuntarily, and spit out that sonorous and bloody tone, "Shocking! I will definitely save you! Believe me!"

As soon as the words fell, Wan Yan Feng's resolute figure turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place......

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On the second day, Wan Yanfeng was alone, on the street of Chang'an City, heading east.

At this time, it was noon, the sun was shining on the earth, and he walked silently on the street alone, secretly depressed and unhappy.

Walking through the busy street, walking, he raised his eyes and saw that this was an ordinary alley, but the most peculiar thing was that there was only one teahouse in the whole alley, and the rest of the whole body of the ancient gray wall, the teahouse was built in the center of the whole wall, the teahouse was built with cyan ancient wood, the area was almost the same as that of ordinary people's houses, and the whole teahouse looked very demonic...

Wan Yan Feng looked at it in a daze, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, his brows furrowed together, and he said in a low voice: "This teahouse is very curious......"

Standing in front of the door of the teahouse, the aroma continued to waft out from the teahouse, Wanyan couldn't help but push open the ancient door, the ancient door made a sound of "know", he made a ghost, walked in, only to see the tables, chairs and benches in the hall neatly placed, but there was no guest, it seemed very deserted, an old man sitting peacefully in front of the teahouse counter...

Wan Yanfeng's gaze stayed on him, in his eyes, this was a kind old man, his hair was combed very seriously, and there was no trace of messiness. But the silver white hair was still clearly visible in the black hair. In the slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of dark brown eyes quietly tell the vicissitudes of time.

Suddenly, the old man asked, "Guest officer, are you here for tea?"

The old man's voice was a little hoarse, and after Yan Feng was silent for a while, he nodded slightly.

"Come, sit down, how about tasting my tea?" Then the old man warmly greeted Wan Yan Feng again, "Alas, no one has come to drink my tea for a long time!" the old man sighed, and this sentence seemed to be a little complaining.

Then Wan Yan Feng found a place to do it, the old man brought the freshly built tea for Wan Yan Feng to pour, the green tea was fragrant, Wan Yan Feng sniffed lightly, although he also likes to drink tea, but he has never talked about such fragrant tea, this tea fragrance seems to be able to smell the old man's hard work when he roasted tea...

Unconsciously, he didn't seem to be able to stand it anymore, the tea was so fragrant, he picked up the cup and drank it gently...

Taking a sip, when he put down the cup, he suddenly felt indescribably comfortable, "I have never drunk such fragrant tea, what kind of tea is this, uncle?"

"It's just ordinary tea. After hearing Yan Feng's question, the old man chuckled, and waved his hand casually on his kind face.

"Ordinary tea, will it be so fragrant?" Wan Yanfeng frowned, and inadvertently, he looked over, but found that the old man was walking slowly, but he hadn't noticed it just now, and he couldn't help but be shocked at this moment.

I saw that the old man was all over, and suddenly leaked out of the momentum of not being angry and powerful, that was wearing a Confucian robe, with a light purple jade pendant pinned to his waist, exquisite and clear, faintly auspicious, and he knew that it was not ordinary at a glance.

After looking at it for a long time, he suddenly realized that he withdrew his gaze, but he was slightly amazed in his heart, and concluded in his heart that this old man was not an ordinary person.

"Little brother, do you have something on your mind?" At this time, the old man came to him, Wan Yan Feng was stunned, and subconsciously looked at it, only to feel that he was standing there condescendingly, and there was a faint sense of fairy wind and bones.

Wan Yan Feng was silent for a moment, although he didn't know how this person could see it, but he still nodded, "The old man has good eyesight, and he does have some things on his mind." ”

When the old man heard this, he looked Wan Yan Feng up and down, and said with a smile: "Forgive me for asking more, but is there anyone in the family who is unconscious?