Han Weidong's driving skills learned from his neighbor Liu Laosi are good. Although it was noon, there were many vehicles and pedestrians on the street, this guy just got into trouble, just like a loach drilling grass. Many small cars were surpassed by him, and the tricycle was forced to be beaten by him.

He drove the F1 racing effect and came to the foot of Qifeng Mountain in a short while.

Although Zhang Fengrui, who was sitting in the carriage holding his sister, found a support, but after all, it was a false statement that he was not worried. However, as he got closer and closer to Qifeng Mountain, he was wrapped in

Zhang Xiaoxian, who was still trembling in the quilt, magically stopped shaking, and then his breathing gradually calmed down and was no longer so rapid.

Zhang Fengrui felt very calm. When he arrived at the small path of Shangqifengshan, he got out of the car with his sister in his arms and asked Han Weidong to drive the car back and return it to Brother Liu Si. In fact, there was no road left when he went to Fenglaiguan, but the slope of the winding highway was

It is too steep and too circumference, so it is better to take a shortcut. According to him, if you walk on a car, the price of tofu is to be sold into meat.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoxian was much better, Han Weidong was in the mood to joke. He said "sincerely" "Xiao Rui, I'd better go with you. Compared with his future wife, what is a broken three-round match!"

Because the two families have a good relationship, Han’s mother often jokes with Zhang’s mother Liu Yinglan, asking the smart and pure Zhang Xiaoxian to be a wife for her son. So Han Weidong said this.

Before Zhang Fengrui could even scold him for wanting to eat swan meat, Zhang Xiaoxian in his arms suddenly said, "Oh, I don't want it. Brother Xiaodong has a lot of acne!"

It turned out that Zhang Xiaoxian, who happened to wake up, happened to hear Han Weidong's nonsense.

Zhang Fengrui and Han Weidong were both surprised and happy, and quickly checked the truth. Unexpectedly, as soon as Han Weidong approached, Zhang Xiaoxian's eyes closed and fell asleep again.

This time, Zhang Fengrui gave him an excuse to condemn him for his bad intentions and frightened his sister, and drove him out of here.

After crossing the river and driving Han Weidong away, Zhang Fengrui hugged his sister and climbed up the bluestone path. Although Zhang Xiaoxian was light, there was a mountain road of nearly seven or eight hundred meters. By the time he saw the plaque that Feng Lai Guan clearly, he was already very tired.

Sweat profusely.

Just as I was wondering whether to take a break or go to Fenglaiguan to rest, my sister in my arms snorted "It's so hot" and then struggled to get down and leave by herself.

At this moment, Zhang Fengrui seemed to hear a shrill scream, and then saw a human-shaped black shadow flying out of his sister's eyebrows, and then quickly decompose into the warm and humid sunshine at noon.

"Oh, I'm really fine."

Zhang Xiaoxian stomped her feet, crossed her waist and was coquettish. Seeing her white face and her vibrant and refreshed look, she didn't seem to be sick!

Well, Zhang Fengrui, who was basically relieved, no longer forced himself, but he has come here, so he can go and visit Mr. Feng by the way.

The gate of Fenglaiguan is not as grand and glorious as that of other famous temples and ancient temples with famous mountains and rivers. On the contrary, it is a bit bleak and shabby. Of course, it has been a thousand years of history and is made of wooden structure, and it is inevitable that it is a bit dilapidated.

The plaque above the middle of the gate is three traditional Chinese characters "Fenglaiguan" written in running script. It may take hundreds of years to look up. Two thick wooden pillars on both sides of the gate are engraved with couplets.

It is read from right to left in turn, "The Unparalleled Land, the Tower of Life in the Misty Rain" couplet looks much newer than the plaque. Zhang Fengrui, who has seen many old objects with his father and Feng, since childhood, can see that it should not exceed half a century.

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Zhang Fengrui, who has learned calligraphy, has a cognition that the fonts on both the plaques and the couplets are all first-class calligraphy, which gives people a feeling of being gentle and restrained as jade, like a humble gentleman, as low-key as Feng Laiguan's style of conduct

Zhang Yang.

When entering the gate, a Taoist priest who was about forty, with a fat and smiling face greeted the brother and sister. Seeing Zhang Fengrui holding the quilt that had just wrapped his sister in his hand, he joked, "Xiao Rui, you

Are you planning to come to Feng Laiguan to become a monk, and even bring the quilt with you?"

"Hey, I really come to become a monk and you can't call me uncle!" Zhang Fengrui has always been a sharp-tongued person, and immediately retorted and took advantage of the fat Taoist priest.

The fat Taoist priest is named Lei Buping, who is the grandson of Feng Chanzi. He is mainly responsible for the reception of Fenglaiguan. He is very famous in Wutu, so there are not many people who know him. Zhang Fengrui has learned his skills from Feng Chanzi since he was a child. Although

So far, he has done nothing, but in name, he is one generation higher than Lei Buping.

"Why are you here for not studying hard? Are you not afraid that my master will slap you in the butt?" I knew that Thursday is the time to study, and Lei Buping was not forgiven.

However, after he looked at Zhang Xiaoxian's face carefully, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and he immediately became serious, pointed to the backyard and told Zhang Fengrui to go quickly, the master was in the room.

If anyone else saw it, he would definitely be surprised. Feng Chanzi, who is like a myth in Wutu, would not easily see people. Why can the young man and the yellow-haired girl actually enter the house and see the true appearance of the wind god directly!

Ten minutes later, Zhang Xiaoxian sat cross-legged on a straw futon woven with his eyes closed and breathed, and sweat appeared on his forehead. Old Taoist Feng, who was standing in front of her, was shaped like a crane's beak with his right hand, and nodded three times as if he was lifting his weight.

Then a magical scene appeared, forming a vortex of airflow with him as the center. Then a small object about one meter away from the surrounding old Taoist Feng suddenly took off from the ground, and circled around the head of the old Taoist Feng, circle after circle, just not

Fall down.

Then, something even more magical happened. A faint black air escaped from Zhang Xiaoxian's eyebrows, and then it seemed to be sucked into Feng Chanzi's palm like a rope tied to it, and finally disappeared completely.

This scene was seen by Zhang Fengrui, who was sitting in the corner from afar, and his envious and admirable expression was filled with his handsome face. Alas, when will he have such a clever skill?

The boy sighed, helpless about his mediocrity. Suddenly, some crystal clear thing floating in the air aroused Zhang Fengrui's great interest. He looked at it for a while without a moment, and it really looked like it. Well,

How can I ask Master Feng for it later? This is a problem!

"Okay, it's okay, all the remaining evil spirits are cleared!"

Feng Chanzi regained his skills, and the small objects floating above his head returned to his position in an orderly manner, as if they had never left. Among them, some small objects coveted by Zhang Fengrui returned to the wooden Taishang Laojun enshrined on the incense table.

A turquoise light flashed in the palm of the statue, and then returned to tranquility.

"Thank you, Mr. Feng, you're the best." Zhang Xiaoxian, who looked clear and energetic, was as intact as before, kindly held Feng Laodao's arm and smiled like a flower to keep giving the rainbow fart. Feng Laodao, who has always been the ancient Jing Wubo, smiled brightly

I was so happy that I stroked my beard straight, and there was no trace of the appearance of a stranger who could not be approached by strangers.

Next, Feng Chanzi carefully asked Zhang Xiaoxian what he encountered last night. The little girl was also confused. She frowned and recalled.

"After watching the lunar eclipse last night, Xiao Yan kept me at her house to sleep. But my mother didn't allow me to stay overnight. Besides, it was so close to home, so I insisted on going home.

Xiaoyan and her mother watched me walk up the slope of the fourth small, and then, um, then walked to the place where the house was repaired. They were accidentally mixed up, but fortunately they were not injured, so I quickly got up.

But there was something inexplicably in my hand, and it was like this in the batter behind me.”

As he said that, Zhang Xiaoxian touched and stroked, took out something from his right pocket and handed it to Feng Laodao. This was a small bottle seven or eight centimeters taller than his thumb, covered with green rust marks, which looked like a long time ago.

Look.

As soon as he bought Feng Chanzi, he judged that it should be a bronze ware. A cold and bone-broken coldness came. However, the first-grade Guiyuan Qi had already cultivated to the realm of transformation, which seemed to be simply not worth mentioning.

The moment he transformed into the evil spirit of his body, he seemed to hear countless sorrow, resentment, and even despair crying and sighing. Feng Laodao frowned. How could such a cold and evil object appear in Xiao Xian's hands? Well, it seems

I personally went there to check it out on the spot. Although Zongchang has passed away for many years, the blood and blood he left behind must not be bullied.
Chapter completed!