"The Kingdom of Cursed Spirits"——
The withered golden light fell along the city wall, and the scattered sunlight was dying. The dark gray bluestone road revealed a bronze mirror. The courtyard and pavilion were like a heaven on earth, dazzling and dignified.
It is the time of "You".
Every yellow-brown fire brick on the "Nine Spirits Hall" is more dazzling, reflecting the final glory of the day.
Wen Guwenmao and Wen Qunsao listened to the interesting stories of the past in "Jingtang Pavilion" and learned that Mr. Chang was also a moody master. He usually treated people well, but if he said anything that did not suit his mind, he would scold him. Anyone who dared to talk back to him would be severely beaten.
"Is Mr. Chang so bad-tempered?"
Wen Qun waved his hand casually and strode back, "The inheritance of "Hanhai Wenyuan Pavilion", right? He joked, "There is no good-tempered master in this pavilion." "
Suddenly, Wen Mao thought of what Jiang Wen said, and then joked, "Nowadays, scholars are quite energetic."
"Yes!" Wen Qun paused suddenly, turned around, looked at each other, and said with a smile, "Mr. Chang also said before that the anger of scholars is called vigor!"
Wen Guwenmao didn't take this matter to heart, and just joked, "It seems that all scholars read the same book, right?"
"Wen Mao, what does that Murong Ling look like?" Wen Qun changed the topic and Wen Mao choked and coughed non-stop. He laughed a few times and turned his head to the side, pretending not to hear.
Wen Qun saw through his junior brother's thoughts at a glance, and asked again, "What does it look like? Tell senior brother, senior brother will take care of it for you."
Wen Guwen hesitated for a long time, and six words popped out of his mouth like squeezing out toothpaste, "Beautiful, gentle, and kind."
Hearing his eloquence, it was really difficult for him to describe it. Wen Qun stopped asking, but if his junior brother could think of using these six words to describe a girl, the girl must be good.
"Don't let me down." Wen Qun was not as playful as usual. Instead, he slapped Wen Mao's back several times seriously and straightened his back.
Wen Guwenmao was not as coy as usual. He held his head high and said with extra force, "Of course I know."
The afterglow before sunset faded away, and the "Curse Spirit Kingdom" fell into darkness again. The evening wind swept the weeds and blew the sound of "thirring", and the living dead started to move on time...
"Let's go and have a rest." Wen Qun stretched his waist and then walked towards the bamboo house. Wen Mao saw that he was going to stay overnight again, and was a little reluctant.
He carefully hinted, "Senior brother, where do you usually live?"
"Let's get on the light sail..." Wen Qun realized later and turned his head for a moment, "Don't you welcome your senior brother?"
"That's not true..." He muttered quietly, "It's not my home."
The living dead took to the streets one after another, like densely packed ants emerging from their caves in the night. For a time, there was no place to stay in the streets, and every time they walked by, they were crowded with each other.
Wen Guwenmao obviously noticed that his "popularity" was even thinner than before. He walked up to a living dead and pushed hard. The living dead stood and leaned over, fell straight to the ground, and seemed to have four sides. Like a bastard with his feet in the air, he writhed for a long time before twisting his body and standing up, completely ignoring the "mastermind" in front of him.
Their behavior is very simple. They hide in their own "mouse holes" during the day and come out together to wander aimlessly at night.
"I really don't know whether they are lucky or have bad ideas..." Wen Qun sighed casually, and the "murderous aura" as bright as a pool of blood burst out of his body, and a smooth road opened up in the crowded street.
But even if he continues to control it, it will inevitably hurt some old, weak, women and children. Naturally, Wen Qun has killed a lot of people in order to create his "killing way", and he has nothing to be afraid of. But it is hard to say that for his junior brother, he is quite He asked with interest, "Wen Mao, when was the first time you killed someone? Why?"
Wen Guwenmao was startled when he was asked, and he recounted his experiences in detail. He replayed the past scenes one by one, went through them one by one, and replied, "It seems that I haven't killed anyone."
Seeing Wen Qun's surprised look, he explained truthfully...
I have killed a lot of dead zombies, living zombies, and spiritual zombies, but they were all things that had died once a long time ago; the earth dragon killed in the corpse forest was not considered human; even the big guy killed in Li Simeng's house They all killed them because they clearly realized that they lacked the "popularity" they should have.
Master had told himself earlier when he was in seclusion - "For monks, don't talk about friendship or justice. As long as you take action correctly, you have to let him lose his skin even if you can't kill him. Otherwise, others will be in trouble in everything." I will try my best to suppress you emotionally."
But if we really take action, we may not be able to do it to ordinary people with bad intentions.
After hearing what Mo Qing said, Wen Qun breathed a sigh of relief. His junior brother had been looked down upon and suppressed by others since he was born. It was easy to say that he was in Xiezhou, but if he went out, he would inevitably be criticized by others. If he had to rely on others for everything, With the heart, it will definitely make people step on it to gain a foothold and become famous.
"No one should be killed, and those who should be kept are up to you." Wen Qun educated, "If you don't be cruel to others, others will be cruel to you."
Wen Qun also knew that his ideas may not be in line with Yu Wenmao, but if he looked closely, it would definitely be better to kill one person to scare others than to kill someone's heart.
Worried that something might still be wrong, Wen Qun asked again, "Junior brother, once you listen to my words, just be alert. Everything must be done according to your own temperament."
"Senior brother, don't worry, I'm not a good person either." Wen Mao put his arm on Wen Qun's shoulder and joked with a smile.
"Anyone who says that can't be any worse."
After just a few days together, Wen Qun already knew him well. The viciousness in his bones was indeed strong enough, but he had not yet found the point of release. No one had brought out the "cruelty" in his bones. There is a high probability that he would have refined it himself.
Whether this is good or bad is still unclear.
The falling stars made new marks on the dark sky, and the two of them took the old road with only a few lights to reach the bamboo house.
The bamboo door was wide open, and the evening breeze howled into the house. Wen Qun was a little puzzled. Although it was only a one-time encounter, it was not difficult to see that Li Simeng was a serious person.
Wen Guwen crossed the threshold carelessly and threw the door against the wall with a bang. Li Simeng, who was lying on the bamboo table, was startled. A piece of rice paper in his hand was accidentally blown by the evening breeze through the window. It blew to Wen Mao's feet.
"Don't touch it!"
Unable to listen to Li Simeng's obstruction, Wen Mao picked up the piece of rice paper. On the paper was a scroll of pen and ink paintings. The man in the painting had rough eyebrows and eyes, and the look on his face overflowed from the scroll. Next to the rock where he sat with his legs crossed was the " "Dongzhu" Black Iron Sword.
Seeing this, Wen Mao recognized the man in the painting as the one in the "Forest of Corpses". Wen Qun poked his head out from behind him, took the opportunity to glance at the painting and asked, "Sister Meng, where did the rouge come from?" Flower pieces?"
"Ah?! Where is it! What rouge flowers?!" She hurriedly ran over and grabbed the painting. She could no longer stand on her feet. She hurried back to the bed and lay down. She ordered, "Close the doors and windows." She added, "I don't know what you just said."
Wen Qun just smiled and said nothing, and there was no need to dwell on this matter. After all, he knew what was going on with Li Simeng.
The few red lip marks on the scroll can tell how important he is to her.
"What rouge flowers?" It took Wen Guwen a long time to catch up with the two of them, but he still didn't understand what they were talking about.
"It's nothing." Wen Qun said, "I was just talking nonsense." He bowed to Li Simeng in a serious manner and said, "Sister Meng, I've been keeping you here recently, so I'm sorry to bother you."
Li Simeng, still blushing with embarrassment, sighed, waved her hand, pulled the quilt over her body, and said, "Whatever you want, but you have to sleep with Wen Mao."
"This... I don't agree with that." Wen Mao glanced at Li Simeng and kept hinting. Li Simeng was immediately amused and said jokingly, "Don't worry! You are still a bit humane when sleeping, and you are not noisy."
Wen Qun turned around hesitantly and looked at the two of them... "You... two?"
"Don't think too much. This kid talks in his sleep and calls her Ah Ling every day. Do you think that time before was a coincidence?"
Li Simeng's words made both of them feel a little embarrassed. They laughed a few times in unison. Wen Mao preemptively said, "Senior brother, why don't you go lie down on the chair and sleep? You have been practicing for so long. In fact, it doesn't matter whether you sleep or not." It doesn’t matter, right? I can’t do it! I’m still young!”
"Okay!" Wen Qun agreed surprisingly readily. As soon as he sat on the chair, he heard the sound of snoring. Wen Mao closed the doors and windows tightly, and the sound of his snoring filled the airtight room...
The commotion became more and more noisy, so that neither Li Simeng nor Wen Guwen could sleep. They stayed up until dawn, and what was supposed to be a blink of an eye actually lasted like a year...
A few unreasonable rooster crows came from somewhere. Wen Guwen picked up the pillow under his neck and smashed it. Wen Qun was shocked by the impact, and his "murderous aura" instantly emerged, and the woven bamboo wall was cut out. Densely covered with spider web-like scratches.
"Tongjin"
Li Simeng got out of bed, and Jin Qi, who was victorious around him, separated the strong murderous aura into strands of soft hair. He arrived at Wen Qun's side in three steps and two steps. Jin Qi exploded like a Hongzhu and dispersed, pressing Wen Qun down. In the air, fragments of Jin Qi pinched him into the Jin Qi barrier. Li Simeng had no scruples and kicked him out.
"Auntie! It has nothing to do with me!" Wen Mao was startled. He originally thought that Li Simeng was also in an unstable state, but now it seems that he is not a little bit solid. In such a narrow space, he can control his strength so easily. .
Li Simeng glared at him. Just as he was about to check whether the scratches on the bamboo wall could be repaired, he saw Wen Qun being balled up and thrown in. The first layer of the bamboo wall was instantly dented, and the bamboo board under his feet was also soaked by Wen Qun. A mouthful of blood spit out by Qun turned red.
Wei Feng walked in calmly...
Li Simeng's face was full of anger. Wen Qun patted a few drops of blood on his body. The surging murderous aura gathered into a "hungry tiger" and bit Wei Feng. Wen Guwen hid his hands behind his back and quietly pinched out "The Silent Prison" "Jueyi"
A sharp pain in his fingers caused Wen Mao to collapse weakly to the ground for a moment. Wen Qun and Li Simeng didn't notice at all how he got behind Wen Mao.
Not for a moment, Wen Mao shouted "Go" and pulled Wei Feng into the "Speechless Prison". It was just that this time it was even more terrifying than Fu Shen's time. Those big black and empty hands were just stared at by him. After a quick glance, it fell to the ground, turning into a ball of black energy and dissipating.
"Field?!" Wen Qun and Li Simeng said in unison, unable to stop themselves from being surprised.
Wei Feng walked leisurely to Wen Mao's side, stroking the white fox leaflet with his hand. Wen Gu Wen Mao's clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and his heavy breath was a bit cold.
"The Divine Realm... is useless..." Wei Feng stopped in front of him, smiled, and said, "Actually, no matter whether it is a realm or a Divine Realm, their foundation is based on the formation. With your level, it is a waste of resources."
"Four Directions Death Gate Array"
Wei Feng withdrew his left hand that was caressing Xiao Ye, and slowly stretched it to the top of his head. He stopped for a moment, and the magic circle appeared immediately. Wen Mao was dazzled by the entwining patterns. He felt as if his body was being torn apart, and four pictures were carved in his mind. Same scene.
Every step Wei Feng took, every time he touched Xiao Ye, it would happen again in Wen Mao's eyes four times, almost to the point where his whole head would split.
"Alas..." Wei Feng sighed, snapped his fingers, and the "Square Death Gate Formation" appeared above the two of them again. Wen Mao could clearly feel that his condition had improved, and he was breathing heavily...
The "Four Directions Death Gate Formation" turned into the size of a tray and rotated in Wei Feng's hands, and the "Array Qi" on it covered the entire "Silent Prison"
"Heaven and Earth Moving Formation"
Wei Feng stretched out two fingers and clicked them out of thin air. Two magic formations, green and dark, turned into heaven and earth. The surging "formation Qi" raged in them, and the two of them were brought out together.
Before Li Simeng and Wen Qun could recover from their surprise, they noticed a surge of "formation Qi" that could crush them to pieces. Their feet could not move an inch but were shaking uncontrollably...
Wei Feng reached out and slapped Wen Mao on the back of the head, and threw him to the side of the bamboo table. Wen Mao actually picked up the teapot and poured Wei Feng a cup of tea, then respectfully put his hands in front of him.
But the expression on his face was completely opposite to his behavior, and his clenched teeth made his face look bigger.
Wei Feng took the cup of tea and drank it before letting Wen Guwen relax. He first said, "Don't be so angry. If you insist on talking about it, we are my family."
"Beast Controller?" Wen Qun observed his words and continued, "Beast-headed Emperor... Wei Feng?"
"Didn't you say that your kid is a lunatic who cultivates the way of killing? It doesn't look like that..." Wei Feng casually kicked Wen Guwen aside who was staring at him angrily, "The rumor is quite evil, this is an eye-opening blow. It looks very ordinary.”
Wen Guwen stood up with his hands on the bamboo chair, grabbed the skirt of his blue shirt and patted the footprints. The coarse cloth under his hands was wrinkled.
Wei Feng still didn't care and put Xiaoye on the bed. Wen Guwenmao saw the right moment and clapped it with his palm. A ball of stiff force came out of his palm and exploded in front of Xiaoye!
