Chapter 1093 Urgent work

"Wuqing? Who is that? Is it Miss Murong's friend? If there is anything I can help, although Miss Murong speaks, the old man is outside, and there are still a few good relatives and friends. ”

It is a wrong, that is, a non-person, Zheng Zhixiang does not dare to despise Murong Xuefei who comes and goes negligently, although Murong Xuefei really does not look like a serious person, but unfortunately who is Wuqing, Zheng Zhixiang, really has no impression and can't remember.

"Hehe, City Lord Zheng is too worried. Wu Jing is the victim of Ximen Hao's case, the little girl who died unjustly, my uncle just asked casually. ”

"Hehe, Uncle Shi probably doesn't know Ximen Hao. ”

Regarding the level and style of Murong Xuefei's chat, Feng Rushan was speechless.

"Oh, Ximen Yan's son, I remember that case, what's the matter? Miss Murong, didn't Ximen Yan die twenty years ago?

"Didn't the little girl who died unjustly behead Ximen Hao and avenge her for her revenge?"

Ximen Hao, that is, the gentleman who raped Wuqing and was beheaded, Ximen Hao himself, Zheng Zhixiang has no impression, but Ximen Hao's father Ximen Yan, because of Ximen Hao, became Zheng Zhixiang's mortal enemy, and was once the biggest obstacle in his career, causing him a fatal threat several times, almost fatal, Zheng Zhixiang, I remember very clearly, as for Wuqing, who is that?

"Oh, it's nothing. Feng Rushan, let's go. ”

Looking at Zheng Zhixiang's somewhat blank eyes, Murong Xuefei's interest suddenly disappeared at all, and the originally gloomy cell became more and more boring.

Murong Xuefei definitely didn't have time to investigate the case back then, she didn't care who Ximen Hao was, Ximen Yan didn't have a dime to do with her, and Zheng Zhixiang wouldn't care who Wu Jing was, Wu Jing was just a victim, the surname Wu or the surname Bai made a difference to him?

Moreover, the point is, is there anything wrong with Zheng Zhixiang doing this? Did he do something wrong? Maybe it's right, but Murong Xuefei just feels uncomfortable.

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"Uncle Shi, you won't practice two lightning whips today?"

Coming out of the cell, Murong Xuefei didn't even have any interest in shopping, and went directly back to the luxurious guest room of the big business, although Feng Rushan knew why she was not in high spirits, there was no suitable way to comfort her.

"I don't practice anymore, alas, it's boring. ”

Murong Xuefei looked dazed and let out a long sigh, obviously, this incident hit her quite hard.

"Uncle Shi, let Xiao Chenhan find a small boat, and I will accompany Uncle Shi to the sea to blow the wind and taste the wine that Zhao Weifang treasured. ”

Zhao Weifang is old and strong, he drank Feng Rushan's "Great Song Dynasty Land Brew", in order to fight for face, he sent someone to send a few jars of wine, to be honest, the taste is not bad.

The dignified Wu Yueguo, how can he be compared to the Great Song Kingdom, Zhao Weifang's face can't be lost, and the face of Qingtian City can't be lost.

"Well, let's go, Feng Rushan, when did you learn to row?"

Time, like a wide river, separates the past from the present. Too many things have been blurred, glory and grievances have long been gone with the wind, and only a sigh remains. However, there are always some things, but they will never change, Murong Xuefei doesn't know what they are, and she doesn't know if she can find them, but she still wants to try, however, she also knows that she needs time, now, let's see the reunion festival of Qingtian City first, go to the Thunder Sea to blow the wind, and have a drink by the way, fortunately, there is Feng Rushan with her, Murong Xuefei, there is no hurry.

"I've heard a few words from Wu Bin,......。 ”

"Rowing, do you still need to learn?"

Feng Rushan stood up.

The monks on the Huaxia Continent, even if they are minor monks in the Qi refining period, with the help of magic weapons, flying, is also a basic skill, of course, there are few opportunities to row, however, Feng Rushan is not worried.

Lei Hai, can't drown people, at least, can't drown him, and Murong Xuefei.

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"Uncle Shi, these fireworks are really gorgeous, and the reunion festival in Qingtian City is much more lively than our Fengjiabao,......。 ”

It is not difficult to row a boat, although Feng Rushan's technique is very jerky, he finally rowed a small yacht out of the dock crookedly, the first time, it was inevitable. He slowly rowed outside for nearly ten miles, until he was far away from the hustle and bustle of the crowd, he stopped and sat on the bow of the boat with Murong Xuefei, quietly watching the fireworks that exploded in the sky on the beach from time to time, and drank two sips of Zhao Weifang's wine from time to time.

The thunder sea at night is as quiet as a virgin, the boat rises and falls slightly with the waves, the mist rises, curls like smoke, the crescent moon is like a hook, the breeze caresses, and unconsciously, the two of them are already wet green shirts.

At this moment, Feng Rushan's alarm suddenly appeared.

"Uncle be careful!"

Unfortunately, it was already late.

A dark black rope silently wrapped around Murong Xuefei, and a pitch-black palm appeared on Feng Rushan's left shoulder without warning.

"Hehe, in the lower black moon to teach Wenzhu, I have heard of Miss Murong's name for a long time, Miss Murong, Lord Feng, follow me and have a glass of wine, how about it!"

Wen Zhu is an old man, with white hair and beard, crane skin and childish face, a black robe, and a faint black gas wrapped all over his body, and the whole portrait is shrouded in a cloud of smoke, which is always indistinguishable.

"The host of the text is coming, he has not been far away, and he is still asking the host to forgive his sins, the moonlight is like water and the moon, such a beautiful view, how about inviting the host of the text to have a drink. ”

"Hehe, the Black Moon Sect came to the door so quickly! It's just a small golden pill, the Black Moon Sect is so big, it seems that the aura convergence method that Uncle Shi inadvertently refined has a good effect." Alas, the ground snake really has too much convenience, and it seems that the progress of the mixed yuan gong will be strengthened in the future. ”

Boating on the sea, there is beauty on the side, drinking under the moon, Feng Rushan is at the time of relaxation, suddenly attacked by close quarters, Feng Rushan, very dissatisfied with himself.

Being approached by a Jin Dan without realizing it, if it is in the Huaxia Continent, it is unimaginable for a Yuanying True Monarch like Feng Rushan and Murong Xuefei, but there is no aura on the Gangxing Divine Prefecture, and the two of them naturally cannot maintain their divine consciousness from time to time, and the various methods of the monks in the Gangxing Divine Prefecture, neither of them have experienced it personally, for the first time, making such a faceless thing, Feng Rushan is helpless.

However, feeling that the other party was only a Jindan stage of cultivation, and the dark black rope was only a bondage-type weapon, not a magic weapon, and its lethality was limited, so it could not really trap Murong Xuefei at all, Feng Rushan suddenly relieved himself.

A cold breath, like a group of crazy and weird insects, constantly burrowed into Feng Rushan's body from Wen Zhu's palm, but the fire phoenix feathers in Feng Rushan's body, where would they tolerate them to wreak havoc on their own territory, and suddenly separated a little bit of fire, and the flames passed by, and those cold breaths that were as thin as gossamers were suddenly swept away.

"Feng Gongzi is so generous, when he arrives at the temple, the old man wants to drink two cups with Gongzi. Sure enough, there are some doorways, but after all, Feng Gongzi is only a cultivator of a heavy sky, so why bother to support it, it is better to go with me, so as not to hurt the foundation, and everyone is not good-looking. ”

"Feng Rushan is a latent spirit root, no wonder he dares to ignore my Black Moon Sect's ban. Hehe, let you see the power of the Nine Heavens Yin Evil Gong. ”

Feng Rushan looked light-hearted, chatting and laughing with himself unhurriedly, and a trace of uneasiness rose in Wen Zhu's heart.

However, Murong Xuefei himself has not even entered the samurai, and now he is even more motionless under the yin rope, obviously becoming a little lamb that can be enjoyed at any time. And Feng Rushan, a red-armored warrior, although there are some strange methods, the Gangyuan in his body is beyond Wen Zhu's expectations, as if it is endless, and it seems to be quite restrained from the yin and evil qi of his cultivation, Wen Zhu, as the host of the Qingtian Temple, is a genuine monk, and his mentality of being superior to mortals has long been ingrained, and after a little hesitation, he will put his mind at ease, just speed up the input of yin and evil qi into Feng Rushan's body.

The so-called latent spirit root is a mortal who has a spiritual root and has not been detected by the Black Moon Sect, and people with a spiritual root practice mortal exercises, often have some unexpected mutations, Feng Rushan's situation is weird, and the legendary latent spirit root warrior is in line with it, but the special feature of the latent spirit root warrior varies from person to person, there is no law at all, Wen Zhu has only seen it in the classics, what are the details, but I don't know much.

The Nine Heavens Yin Sha Gong he cultivated was quite popular in the Black Moon Sect, but it did not mean that the Nine Heavens Yin Sha Gong was rubbish, and like most of the exercises of the Black Moon Sect, the Yin Sha Qi cultivated by the Nine Heavens Yin Sha Gong was able to restrain the mortal cultivation of Gang Yuan, Wen Zhu, and he was not worried about his own safety.

It's just a little unexpected trouble, and in every task, more or less, there will always be a little variable, Wenzhu, get used to it.

"Hehe, our husband and wife are just idlers in the rivers and lakes, how can we alarm the master of the host Wen? If we and I can do our best, it will not be difficult to take a trip with the host of the text. ”

"Wen Zhu's attention to Uncle Shi is obviously above me, it should be because of the Lightning Whip, I don't know if Zhao Weifang is a ghost, or in the sea of ghost fog, the Black Moon Sect is eyeing the Lightning Whip. Hehe, I provoked Boss Lingyu and wanted to catch him alive, but the luck of the host of Wenda was really not good. ”

Perhaps stimulated by Wen Zhu's ignorant lifting, Feng Rushan felt that the fire phoenix feather in the dantian was about to move, his heart moved, he clenched his teeth, the muscles on his face trembled slightly, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared, as if he was suffering great pain.

If Wenzhu is using other means, Feng Rushan may be a little jealous, but he wants to rely on mana to restrain himself, hehe, Feng Rushan's luck with Wenzhu, he can't help but gloat a little bit in his heart.

However, now that the fire phoenix Lingyu has moved, Feng Rushan is too lazy to do it himself, and puts more thought on the origin of Wenzhu.

They came to the Thunder Sea to raft, but it was just a whim for Murong Xuefei, but Wen Zhu was able to follow him immediately, and the article in this made Feng Rushan shudder.