Lan Ke's Spring and Autumn Picture appeared, and as soon as it unfolded, it sucked away all the Chun Shui Ji in the ruins of Yaofangyuan.
Chun Shui Ji's disaster seemed to be completely resolved at this moment.
This turn of events is more than unexpected?
It is more like a fully drawn bow, which has not yet been released, but the arrow target in front of it suddenly and strangely breaks;
It's like someone threw a punch with all their strength, but before the punch could land on the opponent, the opponent fell to the ground and died...
But is that really the end of things?
No, things have just begun.
Ye Sheng held the scroll and came face to face with Song Ciwan.
As the night wind blew, Song Ciwan smiled softly and said, "Brother Ye, you are so calculating."
Ye Sheng looked ashamed, and the Lanke Spring and Autumn Picture was automatically rolled up in his hand. He took out a red rope from the pouch at his waist and tied the treasure picture tightly in an instant.
He said: "Brother Lu, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do this. However, this bad picture of the Spring and Autumn Period is really of great use to me."
Song Ciwan didn't say anything, and Ye Sheng said again: "With Brother Menglu's help today, Chun Shui Ji's disaster has been solved. When he returns to the world someday, Ye will definitely be rewarded. The Mingyue Spring in the Mingyue Cave, Ye every year How about being able to have one quota and then give it all to Brother Lu for the next ten years?"
Song Ciwan's eyebrows moved slightly, but he still didn't speak.
Ye Sheng clenched the Lanke Spring and Autumn Picture in his hand, and said: "In Dingbo Tower, I have three quotas for high-grade magic weapons. I can ask a master-level weapon refiner to tailor them. These three quotas are also given to me. How about Brother Lu?"
"Every material will be allocated from Ye's private treasury!"
Song Ciwan still didn't speak.
…
The sky is getting darker and darker, and the deepest darkness before dawn has not yet passed.
In the distance, the sound of singing and dancing of silk and bamboo in Mingyue Square never stops.
But it was vaguely like someone was cheering: "My feet! My feet don't hurt anymore! Great!"
Then, someone else shouted angrily: "No! How could this happen? Doesn't it stop hurting? Why can't my foot return to its original shape?"
"Asshole! Damn it, my feet, no! I don't want a pair of feet like this, help me, please help me..."
A little closer, Wang Yi's voice was heard, as if he was waking up from a dream. He seemed to be happy, but seemed to be confused: "Huh? Where is Chun Shui Ji? Why...she seems to be missing?"
Zhou Bo also woke up from a dream. He was a little confused and a little surprised: "Chun Shui Ji, are you really gone? What's going on?"
None of them could see the existence of Song Ciwan and Ye Sheng, nor did they have a comprehensive light screen perspective like the monks on Wangjiang Mountain.
In addition, the location where Lanke's Spring and Autumn Pictures were buried was actually at the back door of the ruins of Yaofangyuan. Zhou Bo and Wang Yi were previously surrounded by many Chun Shui Ji, and they were at the front door of the ruins of Yaofangyuan. .
Yaofangyuan is very large, and the two sides are a bit far apart. At that time, Zhou and Wang's sight was blocked, and they really saw nothing.
Therefore, the sudden disappearance of the Spring Water Princesses was really a big surprise for these two people.
Wang Yi said nervously: "Brother Zhou, if something goes wrong, it must be a monster. We need to continue to be vigilant."
Zhou Bo agreed very much with this and said: "Yes, that's right. Although Chun Shui Ji has disappeared, we can't let down our guard."
He added: "Brother Wang, your previous inference is very correct. As long as we remain calm, Princess Chun Shui will not be able to directly harm us. When facing demons and seeing demons, calmness of mind is the first priority. What is said in the book is sincerity and I will not be deceived." .”
Wang also expressed his serious agreement with his words.
Then the two discussed it verbally and decided to take each other and take a look around.
Zhou and Wang gradually walked away, and some voices floated in scatteredly. Wang Yi said: "Brother Zhou, the shouting over there is particularly prominent. We might as well go to the east and have a look."
Zhou Bodao: "What Brother Wang said is absolutely true."
After sharing the hardships just now, the friendship between Zhou Bo and Wang Yi has obviously become better.
Zhou Bo added: "The contract document I just wrote is made of a special material. It stands to reason that Chun Shui Ji, who is bound by this contract, cannot escape my induction. However, for some unknown reason, the induction was interrupted this time."
Wang Yidao: "Then you and I must be even more careful! This Chun Shui Ji is indeed a very unusual mutant monster..."
Zhou Bo agreed: "Yes, that's exactly what it is..."
The voices of the two people also gradually faded away, and finally were blurred into the distant music of silk, bamboo and music.
Under the night, Ye Sheng, who had been silent for a long time, finally moved.
He turned around, and a pair of formed wings spread out in an instant.
This is his unique skill: the roc rises with the wind in one day!
When he used it previously, the wings on Ye Sheng's back were clearly phantoms, but at this moment, his Kunpeng wings were clear as if they were real!
It turns out that Ye Sheng has been hiding his strength all along!
When the pair of substantial wings unfolded behind him, his speed was more than just catching up with the transformed gods?
He is simply comparable to the transformed gods, or even better than ordinary transformed gods!
With a flutter of wings, the sky is far away.
The void space was spanned, and the dark sky seemed to be broken.
In the dark and bizarre world, a ray of light like a gray dog and white cloud leaked out.
So fast, even if Song Ciwan's flying on the grass reaches the state of returning to nature, he still won't be able to catch up.
After all, the level of Flying on Grass is too low.
No matter how much you practice or how much you make progress, its upper limit is there.
How can it be compared to the speed of a real secret skill?
When the light leaked out, Ye Sheng sighed: "Brother Lu, I have no intention of being your enemy. I'm sorry..."
Behind him, Song Ciwan still didn't speak. She just pulled out the knife from her waist.
Song Ciwan does not use the sword easily, she prefers to use the little black insects in the five poison jar.
But once she draws her sword, it must be extremely simple and direct to the target.
This sword is like an antelope hanging its horns and a white horse passing through the gap.
The knife was struck down.
Break the delusion!
There are always too many delusions in the human heart. This is the nature of life that cannot be erased by time and space.
As long as delusion exists, there is no way to avoid the knife that destroys delusion.
So, the knife hit!
There was no light with this knife, but it seemed to catch up with the light.
Catching up with the wings of Dapeng, time and space flew by.
It touched the human heart lightly.
Before Ye Sheng's words of "I'm sorry" could really be heard, he suddenly stopped on a distant road.
He stood there blankly, and his voice stopped suddenly.
After a while, Song Ciwan's extreme wind shadow flying on the grass brought her to Ye Sheng.
Ye Sheng stood there, his eyes slightly open, there was no sound or movement.
Of course, he didn't die either.
Song Ciwan stood opposite him again. She stretched out her hand, grasped the scroll in his hand, and gently pulled it out of his palm.
This picture of Lan Ke's Spring and Autumn Period, which had escaped from Song Ciwan's eyes, miraculously fell into Song Ciwan's hands at this moment.
She held the Lanke Spring and Autumn Picture in her hand and sighed softly.
