Wen Guwen realized it later...
The three mountains of Sisi, Xunchen and Chen have transformed into this wonderful world, and entrusting others to tell themselves the four words "peace of mind and stability" is not enough to change themselves, but it is enough to shake them.
Also because there are descendants of "Witch Gu" in this village, I will definitely stay. Knowing that their experiences are similar to my own, I will definitely sympathize with them, and this period of time is enough for me to realize the difference in this world.
"It's just that I'm curious... Why are the four words "stationary stability"... It doesn't seem to be an idiom..." These are not the only suspicious points...
Liu Yue, the oldest among the witches, was only in her early twenties. Why did she think that she could just wait for him?
Was the title "Dafa Immortal" really invented by Bei Nian himself?
"What confidence do you have?" Wen Guwenmao looked at the rising golden crow, as if he was looking at the operator.
"You can't be from Xia Jie's gang, right? But how can you, a stupid person, convince the Corpse Ancestor?"
If someone who is under thirty years old wants to meet him, he can't think of any other way except the body of the living dead, not to mention that this layout has been at least a hundred thousand years old.
"Tsk..."
The three mountains of Si Xun Chen were turned into a world, and the living dead in this village were suppressed here. They deliberately brought in the witchcraft people to induce themselves to step on this step. It was really a step-by-step plan.
"It's no wonder they've never heard of it... It's just that they think they are only this old, right? There hasn't been news about the witch Gu lineage for so long... I'm afraid they are older than me, right?"
"Tsk... That's right when you think about it. He only lived for a few years. He is indeed only that old..." Wen Mao was a little frustrated. This behavior does not look like a righteous person.
But he suddenly showed a completely opposite expression, without any sympathy at all. His particularly interested face curled up the corners of his mouth, and murmured to himself, "You... are helping me?"
He is becoming more and more insane in his words and deeds...
In the ruined wonder of heaven and earth, Fu Shen still murmured to himself, as if he could smell something of an old friend, saying, "Don't you like to join in the fun?"
The man in white from the original Qiushuiguan came out of a gap in the sky. Behind him, there was faint energy of heavenly energy coming out, flourishing but not flowing turbulently. He still held the little white fox in his arms and said, "Come and take a look."
"Who do you think made this move?" Fu Shen asked tentatively. He didn't care at all. He smiled and stroked the white fox in his arms, and replied, "A young boy who just broke through. Now even a thousand years old is out of reach." , do you think he will leave on his own?"
Fu Shen sighed weakly, "Who knows, you didn't see the vision last time. Maybe he really left on his own."
"When you said it, I remembered it. The "Law of Devouring" is also in this kid's hands now, right? With the addition of two laws, this kind of feat has not been repeated for a hundred thousand years since that person. "
Fu Shen laughed and said, "Isn't this happening?"
He ignored Fu Shen and retreated back to the crack behind him without any breath left. Fu Shen complained, "You don't say a word when you come, and you don't say a word when you leave. What the hell, you don't know how to respect the old and care for the young."
"He's only a hundred years older than me."
"Ah? You didn't leave?" Fu Shen scratched his head in embarrassment and left this world. His once prosperous fortune was close to exhaustion, and he could only protect this place for another sixty years...
Wen Guwenmao looked down from above and could vaguely see the densely packed monks on both sides of the suppression line, completely surrounding the border area.
There is also a "Sword Qi Tianhe" not far away, which is a line of defense that has been set up since the beginning. Nearly a million long swords are pieced together to create a place to stay. Seven long swords are hanging in the air. It is reported that they have cut down Many talented people from the Dazhang lineage have already killed the chickens to scare the monkeys.
He clenched his fists hard, and his molars made a sound as he gritted his molars. People in the distance seemed to have noticed Wen Mao. The man in patched coarse cloth stood up. His clothes were embarrassing to the eyes, but he had a sense of "righteousness" in his bones. ”, even though they are so far apart, they can still detect seven points.
Wen Guwen still had the intention to move forward, and a flying sword rushed out immediately. The man was beside him in just a moment, and a Chen sword with a rusty hilt and uneven blade grooves instantly struck the flying sword. Luo, asked "What are you?"
"If you don't cross the border and go to the "Curse Spirit Kingdom", it should be fine, right? "
"please."
He bowed to Wen Mao, but before Wen Mao could return the favor, he disappeared in an instant. Even with the help of "Heaven and Man Cave Observation", it was still difficult to observe his actions.
Wen Mao took another look and saw that this person had long since disappeared. He simply fell from the sky to a flat ground. The place in front of him was the "Curse Spirit Kingdom"
The rising hill is based on the mountain as the country, and more than a hundred bluestones are used as steps. Wen Mao stepped up, but took a total of 30,000 steps to cross.
The door of the country was wide open, and there were a few stains of old blood. He crushed it with his fingers, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, but the smell of blood was gone.
Wen Mao turned his head and looked at the vicissitudes of the city gate, which seemed to have scratches, knife carvings, and sword cuts. Then he realized that the country's luck had long been running out. Although it was not ruined, it was at its end.
It's just that the bluestone road under your feet is quite comfortable. When you pass the city gate, regardless of the observation towers on both sides, there are nine straight roads in each direction. It is still not popular, but houses are popping up in endlessly. Just a glance can tell you that there are a lot of people in the clan. There are pavilions the size of ancestral halls, with red walls and yellow tiles showing their nobility.
Wen Mao was still thinking about taking a few steps inside, but there were footsteps following behind him...
"Da da da……"
Her voice was solemn, and she didn't show any guilt. She followed Wen Mao. Seeing Wen Mao stop and turn around to look at her, she smiled with a smile on her face.
"Who are you?"
The woman still smiled like a flower and said, "Is it time to turn back to the guest?"
Wen Guwenmao nodded slightly, "That's true, my name is Wen Guwenmao."
"Li Simeng."
"Is something wrong?"
"Come and sit at my house?"
Thinking that the immortal bones were ready, he was not in a hurry, "Okay." Wen Mao agreed and followed Li Simeng, passing through the extremely prosperous but deserted market, which became increasingly desolate along the way.
"We're here." Li Simeng stretched out her sleeves, held her waist in her mouth, and pushed open the house in front of her, which was made entirely of green bamboo mortise and tenon joints. It exuded a fragrance that could not be found anywhere else.
Wen Mao followed her in. All the tables and chairs in the house were made of green bamboo. He stroked the bamboo chair and made sure there were no sharp thorns before sitting down. He joked, "A lot of bamboo was used?"
Li Simeng replied shyly, "He knew I liked it, so he made it like this." After that, she took out a set of tea sets from the bamboo cabinet. She packed out two cups, picked up the teapot on the bamboo table and scalded the cups. Tea was served again.
Wen Mao didn't see anyone else, so he took a cup conveniently, but the wall of the cup felt a little lacking. He raised the cup and faced the few rays of light that came through and saw clearly that there were also carvings on the wall of the cup. Three green bamboos, with "Gao Feng Liang Jie" engraved under the cup holder
Li Simeng also knew his intention, so he drank the whole cup of hot tea in one gulp and showed him the cup holder, which was engraved with the words "step by step and rise higher"
"An official?" Wen Mao raised his glass and took a sip, letting it linger on his lips for a while before drinking it down in one gulp.
"No." Li Simeng stroked his sleeves, stood up, and filled another cup of tea for him, saying to himself, "It's rare for people to come here uninvited."
He glanced into the cup through the brightness of the jade stone, shook it slightly, and saw that the tea foam was still hanging on the cup. "Poisonous?" He said and drank again.
With such a weird move, Li Simeng just smiled, filled the tea cup again, and asked, "Where is it?"
"Bamboo leaves are green."
"How can you tell?" Li Simeng asked.
Wen Mao breathed a sigh of relief, smelling the aroma of tea, and explained, "I can't tell, it doesn't taste right."
"Then you still drink?"
Wen Mao also smiled and said, "My method is special and I am not afraid of this kind of thing." He himself picked up the teapot and filled a cup. The word "西竹" was engraved under the teapot.
He sipped the tea in small sips without showing any surprise. The sweetness and sweetness he replied became more and more hearty, and he asked again, "What do you mean when you say that there are very few people who come uninvited?" He thought for a moment and said, "But I insist on saying it." Get up, I was also invited."
"Xia Jie?" Li Simeng was stunned for a moment.
"Zombie Ancestor?"
"otherwise?"
"No." After the words fell, Wen Guwen slumped in his seat, put his legs directly on the table, and his tone was no longer polite, and asked, "Do you know anything? Tell me?"
Upon hearing this, Li Simeng stopped hiding her face and snickering, and went back to sit on the bed, curling up in a corner, twisting the quilt with her hands in panic... "Don't do this!" She shouted as if she was really humiliated. With.
After a while, a group of people gathered around the house. A big man who seemed to be the leader pushed open the door and barged in. There was a particularly horrifying scar on his left arm, as if a whole piece of flesh had been ripped off. The one that fell and was reborn seemed familiar.
"Where did the little thing come from!" He punched him without any explanation, and the extremely orthodox Zaotu Qiyun attached to the fist peak and created a strong wind.
Wen Mao was also startled when he was dodging. He responded with his own treatment, punching him directly in the head. He shook his fist a few times randomly, and blood stains were flying around the room.
He glanced at the people outside again, who were still crowding around the three-thirds of the acre, with a displeased look on his face. An old man who seemed to be the second-in-command looked at their words first, encouraged everyone with his hands, and then left...
Wen Mao smoothed his messy hair, which was inevitably stained with a few traces of blood, and turned to look at Li Simeng without saying a word.
They are actually people who are in the Body Tempering Realm.
"Is it fun?" Li Simeng tilted her head and winked, then took off her yew in front of him, wearing only a close-fitting white lining, and got into the quilt.
Wen Mao didn't respond and repeated, "If you know anything, please tell me."
"Come on! Let's get some sleep before we talk!" She deliberately lifted half of the quilt to leave a space for him.
Wen Mao gritted his teeth angrily, and the two of them were in the "Speechless Prison" together, but this time there were two seats, and they sat opposite each other.
"Prison-suppressing rules! The last one who came uninvited..." Li Simeng deliberately whetted his appetite, stopped talking in time, and smiled charmingly at him.
Wen Mao followed the words and asked, "Is he also a big jerk?" Li Simeng didn't answer and continued to pat the empty space on the bed.
"Forget it." Wen Guwen Mao slammed the door and left, leaving only Li Simeng snickering. Wen Mao returned to the pavilion along the original route. This place was undoubtedly the most prosperous in a radius of ten miles. He came to the door. Just as he was about to push away, he was knocked back several feet away.
"Xia Jie's invited guests, do you really think that anyone can get in?" Li Simeng was always staring at him from behind...
"Dignified guest?"
Someone had already arrived on top of the Dragon Peak where Fu Shen originally lived. He warmed up a cup of tea first, drank the tea and enjoyed the beautiful scenery. The little tabby cat ran up smelling the fragrance of the tea. He also touched the fur on his back a few times. , two hands tickled its belly back and forth, one person and one cat were having a great time playing.
After a long time, he filled the empty cup with tea. He carved the word "Ming" on the short table, and took out Wen Mao's small bamboo flute from his sleeve, which he bought for five taels of silver. , playing down the mountain...
"I have two questions now. How long ago was the last prison-suppressing law? Which party is this distinguished guest from?"
Li Simeng pouted and turned his head, leaning against the city wall by the roadside, saying, "I'm not good."
"Then there's no need to talk." Wen Mao simply changed his way and didn't look back.
Seeing that he seemed to have made up his mind, Li Simeng surrendered and called him to stop, "From Wenyuan Pavilion! Hanhai Wenyuan Pavilion."
Wen Mao shook his head, not hearing about this, and asked, "How long ago was the last person?"
"I can't remember exactly, but it was almost a hundred thousand years ago."
It's still "one hundred thousand years", and he helped him take this step. Every link is interconnected. Wen Mao himself is the most important link in this. It's just that this person's intention is not clear at all. It's really weird. .
Wen Guwenmao said bluntly, "What else do you know?"
"If I tell you, then I'm really at a loss." Li Simeng acted coquettishly at him and pulled down the clothes on her left shoulder.
"You are at least 100,000 years old, you are an immortal, what are you doing to me?" Wen Mao cursed through gritted teeth.
"Bah! If it weren't for your aunt and I being so merciful, you wouldn't even know this shit! You're a little thing with no hair! Try to curse again!" Li Simeng couldn't control his anger at all, and the extremely pure Jin Qi bursts out, yin and yang are balanced, dryness and dampness are balanced.
Wen Guwen raised the corner of his mouth and blew into her ear. Li Simeng seemed to feel his whole body go numb, and he froze in place for a moment, "Auntie, your golden energy is so pure."
Only then did she realize that she had been tricked. She stamped her feet and cursed, and cursed frequently. The curses were as unpleasant as they sounded. Wen Mao blocked her ears and still looked at the pavilion...
Li Simeng waited until she was tired of scolding and then said to her, "You must be asking for something from me."
"Eh? How did you find out?"
Wen Mao's response was very ambiguous, saying, "It's hard to tell. I guess, someone forced me to find out." He looked at Tingge and Li Simeng hesitantly, "Tell me everything you know, and I will take you out."
"When did you find out?" Li Simeng stopped showing off and leaned on Wen Mao's shoulders. The boy in front of her was more interesting than the cold-faced brother, and he truthfully told her everything she knew... …
It was almost dusk, and the two of them were talking on the roadside...
