Legend of Fei - Chapter 126

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Zhou Fei did not move.

She is like a traveler who has only traveled a long way back. She may not be unhappy in her heart, but she is very tired. She is so tired that she doesn’t want to talk to her relatives who care about her every day. The image is indifferent.

Zhou Fei stood by the water for a while, and saw the fine waves splashing back and forth patting the reefs on the shore. A part of the fishing net fell into the water. As the surface of the water rose and fell, he sometimes immersed in the pale foam, glowing Strange gloss. For a long while, she poked the ground lightly with a broken cover, and found a small porcelain bottle, saying, “I found the legendary’Zhu Ming Firetail Grass’, and I brought it back to it after grinding it into powder. I don’t know if there is Useless.”

Zhou Fei got the map from Zhou Yitang, and ran to dig Liang Shao’s tomb.

Liang Xiangye was also miserable. He bowed and died before his death, and was not peaceful after his death. The grave was cut through more than once. When Zhou Fei went, he didn’t even find his corpse, and the coffin lid was lifted to the side, lit empty. The “three longs and two shorts” are very bleak. Fortunately, the first-coming visitors are very purposeful in finding things. Most of the funeral items have not been moved. Zhou Fei took out the things related to the Great Medicine Valley and sent them to Penglai, and the others simply sold their personal feelings. , Sent to give what should be done.

In recent years, Zhou Fei has traveled through countless strange places in the world against the old wizard Lu Run’s “Hundred Poison Classics”, and has had a deep grudge against Tong Kaiyang, and he has also become a half strange. Experts of precious herbs, but the results seem to be always unsatisfactory, the symptoms are difficult to cure.

Sometimes Zhou Fei would also like to ask, if she is Xie Yun, would she be willing to sigh like this and spend most of her time in a coma?

Just thinking about it, she felt crazy.

Zhou Fei often feels discouraged when her thoughts are so awkward, but she is a little paranoid in her heart. Although she is discouraged, she still has not been discouraged. One night, one night, the next day, she can still make a difference.

Xie Yun’s sober time was very short. At the beginning, he was awakened by the three elders on his island when he used his internal strength to heal. He had almost no consciousness. This year, he used the strange python contained in the “Baidu Jing”. “Jiaodan” made the “Jiaoxiang”, it was just a turnaround, and has been able to get up and move for a while, but unfortunately… Zhou Fei hastened to hurry, but still did not catch up.

Zhou Fei said softly: “I haven’t found the kind of internal force that Master Tongming said.”

The old fisherman was not very surprised. He pulled the fishing net in his hands and said, without lifting his head, “I heard your footsteps a little heavy when you came in. It seemed hesitant and knew that there was no result.”

There are actually four people in the legendary “Penglai Xian”. In order to save Xie Yun, a predecessor passed away to the other three people and passed away to him, and now he has passed away. To this day, there is still a monk with the Ming monk Guo Zijian, Lin Fuzi, who loves wrong children, and this old fisherman.

The old man dressed as a fisherman is named Chen Junfu. Both his name and appearance are unremarkable. There are not many people who know it, but what he does is very famous-for example, the swords made by his wife in the early years Later, it fell into the twilight gauze in the hands of Qinglong Lord Zheng Luosheng.

According to legend, this man has a pair of hands that can turn stones into gold, organs, weapons, treasure clothes…all are fine.

Compared to Master Tongming, who always speaks in a Zen machine, and not Lin Fufu, who is a man of four or six, Zhou Fei is more willing to chat with this old Chen.

For more than three years, even though Zhou Fei was born to be a hopping lover, she also calmed down in repeated disappointments. She sat down with the old fisherman one after another. She said frustrated words in her mouth, but there was nothing on her face. It seemed that she was just chatting with him. same.

Zhou Fei asked, “Old Chen, what if I can’t find it at the end?”

The old fisherman took out a weird shuttle and started weaving another layer of netting at an unclear hand speed. The fishing line he used was extremely thin, like the legendary “five-layer gauze coat with visible chest” The silk of “mole” is still thin.

Although Chen Junfu’s hands were fast, he spoke slowly. He said quietly: “The first time Lao Lintou saw you, he would have to make fun of it. At that time, you had no way to get him. Now it is only two or three years. I don’t dare to mess with you anymore, do you know why?”

Although Zhou Fei was a martial artist, he always wanted to discuss martial arts. He said, “I don’t know, I’m afraid of being less powerful? Maybe it’s his old man who knows too much, and the more he lives, the more he returns.”

Chen Junfu stretched out his hand and gently pulled the fishing line. The fishing line was cut off neatly by him. The large “fishing net” spread on the ground moved a bit, and the glaring light flashed to the ground, flowing like a splash. He lifted his dark face, squinted and smiled at Zhou Fei, saying, “Because other people are either going uphill or downhill, or staying in place, their feet are ups and downs, and they all fall. You are different, you are not walking on a slope, but on a cliff, there is no road between the stone steps, you can only try to jump up, every time you can catch the stone above, and then struggle to climb up, in case you can’t climb up, I had to fall into powder and bones, this is the road to death-I asked you, have you ever been afraid?”

Zhou Fei was stunned for a while, then nodded and said: “Well.”

Fear is human nature, but she was infected with bad luck by Xie Yun. Every time she was in danger, she seemed to be stuck in a stone crack. She wanted to stay in place and she could only move forward. Useless.

Chen Junfu asked: “What do you do when you are afraid?”

“I think I’m actually on a higher level…or higher stone steps. When I think that I am convinced, I feel that this step is no longer a problem.” Zhou Fei pursed her lips and nodded to Chen Junfu. He grinned reluctantly, “Got it, thanks to Mr. Chen for pointing.”

“Something to teach you is just to teach yourself to be deceived and feel better. Go ahead.” Chen Junfu waved at her and became busy again.

Zhou Fei turned and walked into Xie Yun’s retreat cave. When he arrived at the door, he felt the heat wave spreading, and a strange fragrance emerged from it. It was Jiaoxiang. It is said that ordinary people meditated in it for a moment and rubbed some Jiaoxiang, Internal cultivation is more effective than others-just can’t wait long, otherwise it will damage the meridians.

In Dongfu, the old and wealthy things of Penglai were brightly lit, and there were no torches on the wall. They were all night pearls with big fists. Zhou Fei froze as soon as he came in-I saw that she was bare when she came last time. On the stone wall, a piece of rhododendron was painted in heavy colors, and the painting was done. The hunting red can almost be false and true, and it bursts into a wall. It hits the eyes of people in a gorgeous way, and it is vibrant, as if a gust of wind has blown over it. Turning up the red waves like flames, he gave a glance, and the depression in his chest seemed to be lighter.

Jiao Xiangling lingered, a thin and thin person lay quietly on it, his pale face was a little bit more blood-stained by the paintings on the wall, and he held a blushing warm jade in his hand.

Zhou Fei slowly walked over to him and sat down, feeling that the whole stone cave was hot like a stove, so the big ice cube Xie Yun was still cooler around him.

She looked up at the painting on the wall and said to Xie Yun: “Did you paint? Hey, you are quite relaxed.”

The person lying down couldn’t answer, but Xie Yun answered—Zhou Fei’s eyes swept across the wall of the red cuckoo, and found a few lines of inscriptions in the corner and settled them. The peach and plum are colorless, and the hibiscus is not a flower. Afterwards, “After a big dream, I saw the mountains and flowers like jade in the dream, like the old man, I am overjoyed”, and the payment is “want to open a layman”.

Zhou Fei smiled involuntarily when he saw the words “think about it”.

Then, she saw ink pen, paper and ink on the small table next to her. She jumped from the stone bed, walked lightly to the small table, and read the letter Xie Yun left for her.

I saw a few pictures spread on the table. The first picture was a 13-year-old girl, very naive, slender and beautiful, standing on one big stone on one leg, leaning her head out of the painting, eyebrows Flying, looking very energetic.

Zhou Fei raised her eyebrows in surprise, and vaguely remembered that this was the first time she saw Xie Yun in the middle of the Ximo River when she was a child. She couldn’t remember a bit. She didn’t expect that Xie Yun’s writing was so complete. Zhou Fei’s heart jumped a little at first… Unexpectedly, when he saw the inscription, he suddenly moved from being moved to being angry. The unlucky thing with the surname Xie named this painting “Shui Cao Jing Xiao Shi”.

The second painting is a young girl, grown up, with a handsome face, holding a skull in her hand, and is swinging it on a pile of skeletons, beside the piles of black shadows, only a beam of moonlight, Landed on the back of the girl.

This time Zhou Fei suppressed the waves in his heart, and went to see the title first. Seeing this picture is written “The majestic Feng Shui grass essence is only in the underground cave, preparing for the eight hundred little kings of Black Beidou”

Zhou Fei: “…”

She grinded her teeth in situ and glanced back at Xie Yun. I wonder if it was her illusion. She always felt that Xie Yun’s mouth still had a smirk.

Suddenly, Zhou Fei suddenly felt that his feeling of being so heavy that it was so heavy was really unnecessary. This philosopher wanted to play so well. It seemed that he was still far from death.

She insulted the word “scrap” and opened the third painting angrily.

The third painting shows a young girl, older than the girl in front. The facial features are exactly the same as the previous two, but the person is smiling. She is wearing a red dress with flying skirts, and the temples are like feathers. With a frown, he stood in a large azalea, carrying a long knife in his back.

Zhou Fei was stunned for a while, and suddenly inexplicably felt that he really should make such a red dress.

Immediately, she shook her head again to see Xie Yun’s inscription on the ruined painting. The inscription said: “The fairy in the painting is.”

“Nie is” something, and it was gone. Zhou Fei looked for some reason, and found the word “Guess” in the corner.

Zhou Fei couldn’t help but ask, “Your picture is called “Guess”?”

Xie Yun didn’t say anything, but on the scroll, with her movement, a small envelope was dropped with a note attached to it, which read: “I guessed wrong, not you, it was my wife.”

Zhou Fei teared open the envelope with tears and laughed, seeing the familiar handwriting that wrote “Li Heng Lou” and “Jiansheng”, neatly and neatly.

“A Fei,” he wrote, “I am very happy to hear that you are coming soon, and there will be a lot of shrimps and crabs from the East China Sea, all of whom are of the same family, dipped in oil, salt, vinegar and minced **** is very delicious. As much as possible…”

Xie Yun’s letter didn’t mention Gu Qing, nor did she thank her for her misery. While joking about her, she listed all the delicious and fun things in Penglai, and asked her to look over the pillow. The small box, the **** mysteriously said that there was a “different treasure” in it, but Zhou Fei opened it and found that there was a bunch of shells that made her laugh.

At the end, Xie Yun pitifully pleaded: “The brush and ink are all listed on the stone table, thanks to the pity, the long talk is good, only a few words are OK, I hope you reply one or two, and explain my thoughts to the pen.”

Then he replied with words and added: “Another: the pen and ink are only for writing on the paper, do not use for other purposes.”

Zhou Fei did not want to do anything with a bunch of pens and inks. After reading this sentence, she was greatly inspired. She smirked, rolled up her sleeves, and dipped in thick ink. She came to Xie Yun, who was unknowingly, and said: “This But you asked for it.”

She reached out and compared on Xie Yun’s face, and then waved decisively, facing the face of Duan Wang’s nose, nose, and eyes, and began to spoil the flowers. He first ticked a round edge on his face, and then He drew his eyebrows into two black bars, with three beards on each side of the face, and finally added an upright “king” between his foreheads.

After finishing the painting, Zhou Fei tilted his head and looked at him for a moment, but he still felt that there was something missing, so he pulled Xie Yun’s empty hand over and wrote on his palm: “Don’t beat me.”

Zhou Fei hovered for a while in a fire-like cave, and when he came out again, the hesitation and fatigue when he came out swept away.

Chen Junfu did not raise his head: “Are you gone?”

“Let’s go.” Zhou Fei nodded at him. “Chongyang still has to go home. Cao Zhongkun’s death, and my father is probably going to be busy again. Looking back, I’ll look around and find a way to get another guts.”

“Don’t worry, it’s enough to burn for a few years.” Chen Junfu said, raising his hand and throwing a bright thing to her, “Take it.”

Zhou Fei grabbed his hand and saw that it was a close-fitting soft armor with a slim size and light tentacles like nothing: “Twilight yarn?”

“What is Muyunsha’s shit?” Chen Junfu smiled. “But this is not a matter of importance. I have a big slap left in the fishing net. I can’t wear anything else, and it’s enough for you. Old man. Give it a name, “Caixia”, how about it?”

Zhou Fei: “…”

No wonder Xie Yun also has a hobby of collecting shells.