The bird's back is wide and flat, sitting on it is like sitting on a fluffy feather cushion, very comfortable, the speed is also fast, the wings flutter in the wind, it is like a knife cut out, carrying Han Cheng in the nine heavens of Yunxiao, Han Cheng is the first time to fly into the sky off the ground, so like looking at the earth, the entire rainforest gate seems to be able to see the bottom of the eye, quite a majestic and heroic atmosphere that the earth can tolerate. But Han Cheng couldn't laugh at all, not only because of the nobility of the ancient Dapeng bloodline that the bird himself said, anyway, Han Cheng didn't think it was noble, Dapeng is a legendary divine bird, no matter how powerful this bird is, it can't have anything to do with the divine bird. He can't laugh not only because this bird can be cultivated, but he can't practice, and not only because this bird is a mother bird, but because he rarely likes to laugh, and now that he has fallen into the abyss of not being able to practice, it is naturally impossible for him to laugh again.

Miscellaneous Scattered Residence is the place where all miscellaneous disciples live, this has always been the lowest dwelling like an anthill in the eyes of others, Han Cheng has never been disgusted with this place, but at this moment, looking down from the sky, the dense house, I still feel that this place is indeed like an ant's nest.

When Han Chengyu landed in the scattered dispersion, it also caused a lot of sensation, and many disciples recognized Han Chenglai, in addition to Han Cheng's amazing performance at the Qingyun Meeting, more of the ups and downs that happened to him, and the last happy ending that everyone envied.

Elder Han Qiu, that may be the number one beauty in this sect, the dream lover of countless disciples.

If you worship her for a living, you are willing to live ten years less, and no, you can live fifty years less.

Such a blessing, but I don't want to be taken away by a waste person who can't practice, should I really believe that fools have foolish blessings?

Hearing the low-minded complaints and envy of this group of people, Han Cheng decided not to care, in the eyes of others, the beauty and light he get, in fact, in his eyes, the only thing he felt was that he didn't have to die, and then he didn't know what other conditions he needed to find to satisfy himself?

Maybe the master is really beautiful? This is undeniable, Han Cheng feels that the wind is three thousand, and the posture and arrogance seem to be difficult to describe the master's beauty, but the master is also indifferent enough, at least Han Cheng knows that his life on the next Chixia Peak will not change much because of the existence of the master, or he will feel lonely because of a person, but he has always been the most lonely. Maybe the big bird he was riding was coquettish, but no one knew how bad it felt to be despised by a bird, especially a mother bird. Han Cheng didn't want to deliberately emphasize this reality, but he really couldn't think of how to avoid such a reality, because for a long time to come, he would need to maintain a certain good friendship with this mother bird, because it was the only one that could carry him back and forth to Chixia Peak.

Putting these thoughts behind him, Han Cheng walked into the small house where he had lived for several years under the envious eyes of many disciples and the contemptuous eyes of the mother bird, not to say that he hated it here, but he was going to leave at this time, but he was somewhat saddened, after all, it was the place that carried his five years, and the tempering of habits and the bad life only this small house would always accompany him.

But he definitely didn't want to stay any longer, and Chixia was much better than here after all.

He began to rummage through the few items he had left here, the quilts that naturally did not need to be taken away, but in the small wooden cabinet under the bed, he turned out a gray cloth package. This was taken with him when he left Huazhu Village, and in his very poor memory, he remembered that his parents reminded him to take this package with him, no matter what, don't throw it away, and wait until you are eighteen years old and grow up before opening it.

"Hmm, eighteen, I look like I'm nineteen this year, so I should be able to take it apart. ”

Han Cheng took a look at the package, the gray and faint fabric really couldn't make people have much curiosity, but since it was told by his adoptive father and adoptive mother, he naturally attached great importance to it.

Untie the cloth cover, open the cloth, there is actually nothing in it to attract the eyes, there is no golden gold, there is no white silver, there is no strange family heirloom treasure, there is only a broken scroll, spread out the scroll, there is no pen peak on the screen, a yellow desert paper painting in addition to giving people a heavy feeling of time, can not see any extra strokes, like a piece of paper soaked in oil, but in this paper, Han Cheng found strange gold threads, he connected these gold threads, but felt a little like a person's human body gold thread diagram, but this gold line is faint, and it is not real。

Han Cheng turned the picture over again, and there was nothing on the back, except for the good material of the paper, he didn't find anything else special about this painting.

He looked through it twice, and made sure that this was not a masterpiece with the name of Li Dai, so he lost his interest in research, after all, in the face of a piece of yellow papyrus, how much research interest should be mentioned, it is really impossible to accomplish it with reason.

He put the painting aside, but didn't throw it away, it was something his parents had asked him to keep, even if it was a real piece of yellow papyrus, he would definitely treat it like a family heirloom. He picked up the few other items in the package.

It is a book - "The Secret of the Secret of the Soul".

Han Cheng didn't mean to open the book when he took it, if it was earlier, he might have been interested in opening it and reading it carefully, but after two years of fighting and the cruelty of reality, he found that cultivation for himself might really be a world away from him, and he felt that he might have to accept the reality that he couldn't practice.

He put the book down and picked up another of the three things.

It was a rusty knife, ordinary, and the edge of the blade was covered with cyan patina, so that there was no sharpness to be seen.

These three things are of no importance to Han Cheng, at least for now, these three things really can't change his living situation, the only thing that makes him feel that he needs to pay attention to it is the immaterial value of forcibly passing on his parents' advice to it.

Although he didn't think it would be of much use now, he still put these three things away. Then he rummaged through the house again, and found that there was nothing else to take with him, so he went out of the house and looked back...... Take away the last wisp of memory.

"Oh, that's weird!" the red flame goose snapped.

Han Cheng was prostrate on the bird's back, looking in a bad mood, and after a while he asked, "What's strange?"

"I can't tell. ”

Han Cheng felt that the big bird was teasing him.

"Senior Brother Qin, I haven't seen you for many days, but I don't know if I'm still so dull and unhappy. ”

Yuan Shu, who followed closely, caught up with Qin Xiang, who had fallen in front of him in the square before the rain. Qin Xiang was dressed in white, with a graceful demeanor, and glanced back at the person behind him, but his eyes were very indifferent, and he was so frightened that he retreated and shrank his neck, then snorted coldly, and walked away silently.

"Senior Brother Qin is angry for that kid, I'm afraid it's not worth it, but it's just a waste of body, what if you really go to Chixia Peak? You don't even practice, and it's just a shame to go, how can you ask Senior Sister Han to look at it twice, they are just a phoenix and an ant metaphor, and they won't stage any weird love stories, I think it's still Senior Brother Qin, you are qualified." "It was Chu Moxing who said this, but Yuan Shu came together.

Listening to these words of consolation, Qin Xiang's heart became more comfortable: "I can barely hear this, but don't praise me too much, the person with the same surname as you is like a fly looking forward to it all day long, and he hates it very much." ”

"But this is also a good thing for senior brothers, they are senior brothers and sisters of Tongfeng, and now that Senior Sister Han has become a great elder, the one surnamed Chu has also lost the benefit of being close to the water. Yuan Shu also comforted when he saw the opportunity.

Qin Xiang was in a better mood again: "That's good, but Senior Sister Han has that kid by her side, and she always has a good diaphragm in her heart." ”

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Qin, he will not be favored by Senior Sister Qin, Senior Sister Qin has always been cold and indiscreet, even if he is around, Senior Sister Han will not look at him twice, how can he wait for him. ”

A clear whistle pierced the clouds, and it also shook the ears of several people in the square below, Qin Xiang's eyes lit up when he heard it, he was most familiar with this bird whistle.

"It's Senior Sister Han's Red Flame Goose!"

Qin Xiang looked at the sky, and a fiery red light in the clouds pulled a fire tail out of the clouds, and in his scorching gaze, on the broad red feather back, the simple figure was sitting so peacefully, but it was so fiery and dazzling.

Chu Moxing wanted to swallow back what he said just now, because this big bird was on Chixia Peak, and only the Han Qiu Jacket could control it, but the person riding the big bird was no longer the woman in the fiery red dress, but a young man.