The breeze blew slowly across Tang Wulin's cheek, and there seemed to be a voice in the wind telling himself... relax, hold your breath and concentrate, follow your feelings, follow the wind, the wind will guide you...
Tang Wulin felt very familiar, as if... he had experienced this once before. Very familiar... What on earth was it?
Tang Wulin's mind suddenly shook. She thought of it! Three years ago, when she first entered Hongshan College, the same wind was guiding her practice. At that time... was it Zi Xi? Yes! After all, Qian Qian
How could such a magical skill as the Wind Transformation be ruined...
"Hold your breath and concentrate! Don't think wildly!"
Feng Zixi's voice came, and Tang Wulin quickly calmed down and focused all his attention on the soul power wandering in his body.
After Feng Zixi's soul power traveled several times in Tang Wulin's body according to the route of Xuantian Gong, Tang Wulin gradually entered a state of forgetfulness of things and myself. There was only the soul power running in his consciousness, although slowly, but
But it is running steadily and continuously along that route.
Feng Zixi withdrew the hand that was attached to Tang Wulin's lower abdomen. After getting along with her for such a long time, Feng Zixi was sure that Tang Wulin probably liked her. If she wasn't gay, then she should be a girl.
Although she knew Tang Wulin's thoughts,... Feng Zixi had no intention of responding to her, but was preparing to pretend that she didn't know anything.
First of all, Feng Zixi is not sure that Tang Wulin is a girl. What if Tang Wulin really believes that true love is true for the same sex... Secondly... there is a hurdle that Tang San will never get over. He doesn't want to imagine it.
Huo Yuhao was played half to death by Tang San like that. One day, he will completely eliminate the backhand and traces left by Tang San in this world!
"You forgot to teach her the Tang Sect's rules." Wu Zhangkong reminded Feng Zixi calmly.
"Sect rules?" Feng Zixi laughed out loud, using the wind to carry his whisper into Wu Changkong's mind. "I can't abide by the rules, so why should I ask others to abide by them?"
Wu Changkong's expression remained unchanged, as if he had expected it, "Which one..."
After all, Wu Zhangkong is a person who has lived with Feng Zixi for more than three years. The rules of the Tang Sect can be said to be very loose. To sum it up in one sentence, be a good person who loves the Tang Sect. There are only two separate things, love the Tang Sect, and be a good person.
A good man. Wu Zhangkong is convinced that Feng Zixi is not a treacherous person, so... Zixi doesn't love Tangmen?
It's impossible. Just because of the Tang Sect's upbringing and favor, Feng Zixi can be said to be the future sect leader of the Tang Sect. No one has ever considered not loving the Tang Sect. Because more than ten years later, the Tang Sect
They are all Feng Zixi’s things. Who wouldn’t care for their own things?
"The first rule of the Tang Sect...you must not bully your master and destroy your ancestors..."
Wu Zhangkong's eyes flickered, and he glanced at Feng Zixi with ill intentions. Feng Zixi could actually read a trace of resentment in Wu Zhangkong's eyes...
"Ahem, cough, cough." Feng Zixi was dumbfounded by Wu Zhangkong. How did he understand that it was for him to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors...
"It's not you!" Feng Zixi explained.
Not me? Wu Zhangkong doesn't understand. He is the only one who can be called Feng Zixi's master. Although the deputy sect leader values Zi Xi, he doesn't have that much time to teach Zi Xi.
"It's...a matter left over from history." Feng Zixi decided to confess to Wu Zhangkong. Anyway, in Feng Zixi's view, Wu Zhangkong was like his own brother and would not betray him!
Little did they know... Feng Zixi regarded Wu Zhangkong as his brother, and Wu Zhangkong regarded Feng Zixi as... his son...
From the very beginning, Wu Zhangkong regarded Feng Zixi as his own child. Three years later, Feng Zixi was already one of the closest people to Wu Zhangkong in the world...
"It's not that I'm dissatisfied with Tang Clan today, but... I'm dissatisfied with Tang Clan's ancestor - Tang San!"
The communication between Feng Zixi and Wu Zhangkong all used the wind to convey the message. Wind, as the only authority on Douluo Continent that Feng Zixi could partially control, could not detect anything even if Tang San wanted to detect it...
Wu Zhangkong narrowed his eyes. To be honest, although the Tang Sect's sect rules stated that teachers should be respected and their ancestors should not be bullied, but... Tang Sect, which has been passed down to this day, treats Tang San, the ancestor, like a story.
The same as those in the Tang Sect. Let’s put it this way, if you join the Tang Sect disciples and say bad things about Tang San’s ancestor in front of the current Tang Sect Master, although a lesson is inevitable, it is at most a verbal reprimand and there will be no real punishment.
…
"Because of the divine status I inherited, Tang San and I will definitely have a battle!"
God's throne!
Yes, there is also a Godhead.
Wu Zhangkong pursed his lips and said thoughtfully, "With your current status, if you wait until your strength is higher, you can handle the interpersonal relationships in the Tang Sect, and then declare your status as the inheritor of the divine throne... I don't dare to do anything else.
Say, at least two-thirds of the Tang Sect disciples will follow you."
Although Tang San is an ancestor, what does it mean to the people who are really close to him?! What's more, even though he is an ancestor, he is not his biological ancestor. People in the past are always in the past, and the world will always belong to young people!
Wu Zhangkong cannot guarantee that the one who is willing to support Feng Zixi must be the deputy sect leader Zang Xin! As for the sect leader... Wu Zhangkong is not very familiar with him.
"That's it..." Feng Zixi nodded secretly. It seemed that things were not as pessimistic as Feng Zixi thought.
"But how come you have a fight with Tang San's ancestors?"
Feng Zixi was silent for a while and explained the reason why he had been preparing for nearly four years.
"When I was six years old, my martial soul awakened not in the Spirit Transferring Tower, but my soul helped me awaken."
Wu Zhangkong nodded, Feng Zixi had said this, not only him, many people knew about it.
"My soul is called Wind Spirit. It can be said to be a soul beast, but it is not a soul beast. It is the consciousness incarnation of the wind on this planet. And my martial soul is also the god-given martial soul given by it. The inheritance in the wind
Memory tells me many secrets hidden in history..."
"The God Realm disappeared a long time ago due to a turbulence in time and space. In a hurry, Tang San fostered his offspring in Douluo Continent. In order to ensure the growth of his offspring, he imprisoned the original consciousness of this planet, allowing
My parents have become the consciousness of this planet, and I, as the spokesperson of the planet, it is my responsibility to expel Tang San!"
Although Feng Zixi didn't say much, every word he said was like a heavy hammer, hitting Wu Zhangkong's mind hard. Although Feng Zixi liked to joke, in the face of big right and wrong, Feng Zixi would not
Compared to his nominal ancestor Tang San, Wu Zhangkong believed in the little devil who had lived with him for nearly four years.
No! No!
"You mean... Tang San's ancestor dropped his child on the Douluo Continent?!" Wu Zhangkong's soul power suddenly fluctuated. If this message was released, the shock it would cause was no less than that of Feng Zixi's
God-level martial spirits can even arouse human beings' greedy desires!
[PS: Some friends may feel that writing this way is a bit poisonous, but there is no way. The protagonist must have some people of his own. Without a team, it will be impossible to play later. But don’t worry about other people knowing, Wu Zhangkong will not report it to Tang
Men, Feng Zixi will never tell anyone else again.】
