Chapter Seven: The Strange Incident of Qiu Shangyuan
The sound of instigation continued to pass, and three figures kept moving in the jungle in a lightning-like shape. The surrounding trees were green and green, and the simple smell of grass and wild flowers brushed over the face made the three of them feel comfortable from the bottom of their hearts, completely cleaning up the luxurious smell of the stinky scent of the holy clan now.
Ye Lin is Lin Er, whose ability is the wood of the five elements. In this jungle controlled by nature, it is as refreshing as a fish entering the sea. The face of the triangle shows that smile, which makes the surrounding numbers urge to wither.
Feng Ji, who is Zhu Er, is the two people who are called the Son of the Son, have completely different performances. They have a serious face, and they are a bit like a master of Chinese studies. Feng Ji's ability is like his name, and it is a shadow-shaped wind. The cool breeze drives the green leaves to whirl. The wind is walking on the wind, which looks very casual and relaxed, exuding a coquettish and chic from the bones.
The three of them were moving forward in a triangle. The leader was naturally the one who was worried about the country and the people, who often looked calm. At this time, he was not as good as the two behind him. Since Leng Xiaoran left the Holy Clan, he recalled everything that happened back then, but he always felt that he had forgotten something. He felt that the catastrophe that happened ten thousand years ago seemed to be controlled by someone. But Leng Xiaoran thought about it but didn't know who could have such ability to control the changes in the situation in China. Thinking about the changes in the ten thousand years of the Holy Clan, it seemed to indicate something.
The body was passing through, and the mind seemed to have left its original body. Is it just to comfort myself when Leng Han said that day? Is this just a thing that people will do when they are old? Leng Xiaoran was a little confused. The seven evil heavenly evil spirits fled from the Holy Spirit Tower that day, and someone would do such things. Can they regard the saints as things? Since they have such strength, why should they be afraid of the world? Or all of this is the will of heaven, destiny, and destined, just like Leng Han said that the heaven and earth are unkind, and they regard all things as straw dogs! [
Everything is a game, a game, and a passing time when chatting.
Leng Xiaoran's eyes blurred, his thinking solidified, and suddenly a strong light shot out. He waved his hand to block his forehead, and his body posed as energy as before the battle. "Hey, what's wrong with the boss? Is there something wrong?" Lin Er looked at Leng Xiaoran's alert movement and then posed two dry-like arms.
"Yes," Leng Xiaoran then knew that he had left the jungle and was already on the road leading to the town, and understood the mistakes caused by his trance. "It's okay." Leng Xiaoran casually evaded, still looking a little worried.
Feng Qi also noticed something wrong with Leng Xiaoran and asked, "What are you thinking?"
Lin Er came over and looked at Leng Xiaoran with a serious expression, "Boss, have you caught a cold?" The triangle face and serious face asked a laughable sentence. However, Lin Er's tactics were a bit ineffective, Leng Xiaoran remained silent, while Feng Qi kept looking at Lin Er with big eyes and small eyes.
"Uh..." Lin Er said to this.
"Is there anything wrong?" Feng Qi touched Guanghua's chin with his right hand and smacked his lips.
Leng Xiaoran pondered for a while before speaking: "I always feel that things were not that simple back then. It is possible that the catastrophe has not ended. The death of the three demons of China may be the real beginning of the catastrophe, and our seal may also be arranged by the fate."
"This... is too amazing." Feng Ji trembled all over, and his thoughts couldn't help but sink into the long river of history back then.
Ye Lin, the guy who is known as Lin Er, doesn't seem to feel anything. He stares at the two of them, with two big eyes on his face on a triangle, and turns gurglingly.
After a while, Leng Xiaoran waved her, swept away all her worries, and left, but Feng Ji didn't move, "Bang." "Ah."
"What are you doing?" "Let's go."
Feng Ji was obviously very upset by Lin Erda. He twisted his bones on his body and murmured: "It's really a bit tiring to sleep like this!"
Leng Xiaoran had already walked dozens of meters ahead, so naturally he would not hear Feng Ji talking to himself. However, Lin Er was by his side. When Feng Ji, the second master who was known as Zhu Er, muttered himself, he staggered and his whole face collapsed on the ground.
The three of them walked on the official road, and the crowd gradually became bustling. Looking at the various people on the road, the dull atmosphere of the few people also dissipated.
"I suddenly felt that looking at people outside was more enjoyable than looking at people now." Ye Lin smiled.
"Well, the heroes have similar views. Feng also feels the same." Feng Qi put a paper fan in his right hand, showing off his charm.
Leng Xiaoran is not a dull person. At this time, he also expressed that "the tribe members have fallen and are attracted by the fame and fortune in front of him. Losing their pride is equivalent to losing their future and the future of their family."
Several people walked forward for a long time, and the sun was at its peak. Although it was not hot, they also took a break.[
There was a tea shop within a hundred meters in front of me, and the three of them took a break there.
The scenery around was still as poetic as a painting, but it must have become more popular with Yanliu Lake. Lin Er lay on the table, squinted his eyes and fell asleep. Feng Qi saw Lin Er's appearance, shook his head and said softly: "It's not admonishing for the child."
Leng Xiaoran took a sip of the tea. Although the tea was not high-end, the tea tasted was not tea, but the realm.
Leng Xiaoran listened to the people around him chatting about family matters. Leng Xiaoran looked up and looked so carefree. Passers-by looked at him and said to himself, "I don't know which young master is from, I'm going out for a walk. If it were the second generation ancestor, I don't know how many girls I will persecute today."
Leng Xiaoran naturally doesn’t know what others are thinking, but even if she knows, so what.
"Hey, you know? Something strange happened there." A vulgar man pulled a tough aunt and whispered.
As soon as I heard it, I knew it was talking about something. Leng Xiaoran's mouth curled slightly, listening to their conversation with a little amusing.
"Where? Well? Are you talking about Qiu Shangyuan? Wow, no, have they asked the master to recite the Dharma and save him?" The aunt's voice was loud, and immediately everyone in the audience came out and heard the deaf people.
Then two people came up to talk, "What happened this time? Last time, there wasn't a female ghost scaring several people to death." A servant from a tea shop asked.
"What's the matter with a female ghost? This time someone really saw it, and there were a large group of people. If you don't believe it, you can ask where to ask." The owner of the tea shop came out and said with a smile, as if he had seen it, and his expression was a bit arrogant like a farmer who got rich overnight.
"I heard that there was a large group of stone monsters causing trouble. Those monsters also knew magic, which made the place smoky. I heard that several Taoist priests came, one died after returning, two were broken, five were stunned, and three were fainted..." The aunt seemed a bit like she wrote, directed and acted by herself, and told the whole story vividly.
Leng Xiaoran felt so comfortable, but she heard a snoring sound in front of her. Nai shook her head, and Feng Ji felt a little sorry for his failure and stuffed the big steamed bun into Lin Er's mouth. Lin Er struggled for a few times and fell asleep.
"What should I do in the end?" asked someone in the crowd.
"The end? It's not over yet, where did it come from? But I heard that someone has already visited the monks from Linggu Temple. I don't know if they have the ability to invite them. The temple of those monks is a little broken, but I heard that the monks in the temple still have some magical power. I hope they won't be eaten by monsters as soon as they go." said a young man who seemed to be a scholar.
Leng Xiaoran feels that this gentleman is the most suitable for the dream of a brothel.
Seeing these people listening to "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" with fear, Leng Xiaoran suddenly felt a little weak and wanted to leave here, but at this time he found two Taoist priests, one old and one young, running towards him in a mess. Leng Xiaoran could feel the thin magic power from them, and then understood the reason why they were embarrassed.
The two Taoist priests seemed to have a little glow on their faces and ignored everyone. Leng Xiaoran walked up to want to comfort her, but she encountered a gray nose. Nai Yixiao, then pulled Zhu Er and dragged Lin Er to the stone monster that the people were interested in hearing about, and they could also calculate the experience. Leng Xiaoran grabbed the scalp and smiled self-deprecatingly.
Lin Er walked sleepyly, with a slut on his face. Feng Zhi whispered beside Lin Er: "Precautions in life in the future."
"Oh." Lin Er seemed to not understand, so he responded casually.
"Boss, are we going there? This should be a rumor spread by those uninformed people." Zhu Er obviously did not believe those words.
"There is no groundless thing in the world, and it is normal to spread rumors. However, seeing the two Taoist priests with a little weak magic power, I also understand that there are either monsters or someone is making trouble. In any case, we must do it again. We must do everything ourselves and be cautious. We are not the ones we were back then." Leng Xiaoran's expression remained unchanged, and his indifferent eyes seemed to penetrate Fengqi's heart.
Feng Ji swallowed a mouthful of water, and his body was covered with thin sweat. Leng Xiaoran warned tactfully. Then, Feng Ji punched Lin Er's stomach, "Vomit." A heart-wrenching scream resounded throughout the sky. Then, someone could see two people fighting in the official road. [
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With the three of them being the strength of their feet, it was a matter of time to reach Qiu Shangyuan. After noon, the three of them walked on the mud and tiled path in the countryside. At first glance, they looked full of golden rice ears, swaying in the wind, and the ears were full. It was conceivable that the power was also a fast Feng Shui treasure land. The three of them seemed to enjoy their own aura. Lin Er seemed to have a little squinting his eyes. I wonder if he would sleep while walking. I have been sleeping for 10,000 years and haven't had enough sleep. I don't know if his triangle face also came to sleep.
Seeing the old farmer who was smoking a cigarette in front of him and enjoying the afternoon, Leng Xiaoran stepped forward and asked, "Old man, where is Qiu Shang?"
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After waiting for a while, Leng Xiaoran asked again without seeing the old farmer's reaction. However, Leng Xiaoran simply left without seeing the old man's reaction.
Later, when everyone was about to leave, they heard the old farmer's snore and realized that the old man was actually asleep. Leng Xiaoran frowned and thought to himself: It turns out that this old bone is not simple. It seems that it might be a test of us just now. Leng Xiaoran couldn't help but smile on his face, and then walked to the old farmer again. The two behind him were a little strange, but they didn't ask, as if they knew that what Leng Xiaoran wanted was quiet.
Leng Xiaoran's pair of black eyes, like a deep pool, condensed the pretender's old man. Seeing how long he could survive, Leng Xiaoran looked at the old farmer's palm from time to time and found that this was not the farmer's hand at all. Although the palms had calluses, this was the reason for practicing martial arts, and the finger joints were thick. I understood that this old man was also a good master, and I don't know if he was a martial arts master or a master of cultivation.
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The old farmer seemed to have no desire to continue playing, so he stretched his waist and yawned, glanced at Leng Xiaoran and the other two, then took the tools home. Leng Xiaoran signaled to Lin Er. Lin Er nodded in understanding, and then walked to the old man arrogantly, shouting: "I'm old, you're tired of living. I've been waiting for you for most of the day, and you've left after sleeping. Don't think that my uncle has a good temper, but you think you can pretend to be an old man. This time I'm going to do serious things, what to do to eliminate demons and subdue demons and attack the little monsters in Qiu Shangyuan. Let me ask here, where is Qiu Shangyuan?"
The old farmer seemed a little scared, took a step back, ran away in three steps and two steps with horror on his face, and murmured: "I don't know what happened to Xiaoqiaozhuang."
"You..." Lin Er was a little stunned, "What should I do? Boss"
"It's been ten thousand years, and it turns out that the hermits in this world have become like this. It's so sad, irritable, hateful, hateful..." Feng Qi sighed again.
"Let him." Leng Xiaoran responded to what he said.
"Is it because I am too domineering?" Lin Er said to himself, and suddenly, a sparrow in the sky fell down.
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