Chapter 215 Purple Soil Element
The dark hole in the pit was slowly closed and tightly stitched, except for the surrounding rocks that seemed to have been burned by fire... The color may be blue or blood red, which is very strange...
The golden armor god in the air has blurred the tall body a lot, and then "bang" turned into a strange flame and disappeared...
At the same time, the Chinese master mansion in Wuyun City.
In the huge hollow ball, Li Guoshi slowly opened his closed eyes, and there were two thin traces of blood flowing down the corners of his eyes, like blood-red tears dripping down his cheeks on the cyan Taoist clothes... Then, he slowly penetrated in... His face was pale, as if he was much older...
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This is an unknown green mountain. The setting sun was half dim, the green light slowly lit up, and a wisp of smoke went straight to the breeze. A black case, there is no book on the table, only a thick yellow book.
An old face full of wrinkles and vicissitudes is an old man... The old man's dim yellow eyes are full of depth, and his hands are wrapped in green but extremely stable.
The old man holds a long front of a sheep in his right hand, dipped in a little ink, and slowly writes, but it is a beautiful small seal, which should be the most difficult font in modern times...
In the year 489 of the Xuanhuang calendar, on April 15, the emperor's sky was angry, the five clouds fell, and the purple spirit went east, but it didn't work... The saint was waiting to come out...
Gently put away the pen, and the old man's eyes were full of vicissitudes with dim yellow and wisdom through time and space. He sighed slightly, and the old man turned his head and went out of the house.
At this moment, the wind blows, and it can be seen that three fonts are written on the yellow book: the skybook.
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The 108 boys and girls around them were instantly stained with white frost. They seemed to have lost a lot of vitality in this moment...
A slight cough came out of the strange ball...
"Recede."
With the majestic cough, 108 young men and women got up silently, bowed and saluted, and then retreated in order. From beginning to end, no one made a sound, and the surroundings were full of solemn silence... At this moment, the sky gradually turned white, and the cool breeze slowly came, becoming a little holy...
The young men and women were walking out. At this time, a middle-light man was walking retrograde through the young men and women. The middle-aged man is about 40 years old, and his footsteps are like measuring well with a ruler. In one step, he spans three feet and three inches. At each step, there is a cyan wind element wrapped around his falling footsteps. His shoulders do not move and his head does not shake, just like walking in the clouds... What a handsome light kung fu. If anyone sees it, they will be surprised. This middle-aged man's use of the wind element has reached an amazing level...
When the young men and women saw the middle-aged man, they had a respectful look on their faces and called out together: "Brother Feng." The middle-aged man looked arrogant, nodded slightly and did not answer. His footsteps did not stop. In a blink of an eye, he had entered the tall stone gate, and the long road seemed to be shortened under his feet...
The tall stone door stands at the main gate of the Guoshi Mansion, which is naturally made of black marble. There is no pattern or any font carved on it. There is only a simple or ancient nature to be carved. There is a sense of solemnity and nature in the silence. No matter who, including the most powerful person in the Xuanhuang Dynasty today, the Holy Emperor, has to dismiss the horse or sedan chair and walk on foot when he arrives at this stone gate... Although the national teacher does not ask about the secular things in the court, it has a faint influence on the political affairs of the dynasty and is above the energy of any royal power... No one will doubt the dynasty. The prestige of the national master, because it has assisted this dynasty for three generations... I don't know how many folklore folklore that the national master has returned to the west, but when the Xuanhuang Dynasty is in danger, the national master can always stand up and become the last pillar of this dynasty...
Middle-aged people's footsteps are like the wind and have passed through the tall and quiet stone gate. When their footsteps touch the black bricks under the stone gate, they suddenly fell to the ground, and then stepped steadily, and their faces became solemn and solemn... Like walking into a solemn temple... ...
The black slate road under his feet gradually became shorter in the measurement of his footsteps. The middle-aged man came to Li Guoshi, who sat cross-legged on the brown brocade collapse, turned around and stood still...
Li Guoshi's closed eyes did not open and asked in a low voice, "Are you coming?"
"Master." Don't bow to the wind.
"How are your brothers and sisters?" Li Guoshi opened his eyes slightly, and a kind look overflowed from his deep eyes... The brothers and sisters he mentioned were other brothers and sisters of Mo Chengfeng. Li Guoshi has four disciples, named by wind, clouds, thunder and lightning, ranking. Many years ago, they have been a teacher... They have always walked around the world, practicing martial arts and accumulating merit. Everyone is a giant...
"I don't know if the master summoned his disciples to come back, but there is something important?" Don't ask in a low voice. He had an ominous feeling in his mind that Li Guoshi had never urgently summoned them back so urgently. This has not happened for many years...
"Do you know about Huangling Mountain this time?"
"Disciples have heard a little." Mo Chengfeng answered carefully, no matter how powerful the tornado is in the outside world, or it is called the wind god by the world. He is a respectful disciple in front of Li Guoshi. Just like 60 years ago...
Mo Chengfeng whispered, "My disciple is ignorant. Dare to ask the master, what have you seen?"
Li Guoshi turned his head and looked pale. The two stood together with Mo Chengfeng, just like a pair of brothers. However, the hazy eyes were deep and simple, and even with a desolate atmosphere, which made the whole person extremely old... Far away, the dim yellow skylight shot in through the window lattice, making the simple room full of a heavy breath...
"Alas!" A faint sigh came from Li Guoshi's mouth, and his expression was like a mountain in the distance, with infinite solemnity. The ancient breath echoed in the room. Li Guoshi was speechless for a long time and suddenly said, "Everything has its own destiny. We just listen to fate." After a pause, he continued, "Go and investigate a young man with an axe..."
"Young man with an axe?" Mo Chengfeng subconsciously repeated, "What does that man look like?"
"The young man used a black axe," Li Guoshi continued to say, "His feelings are very strange. If you see him, you will naturally recognize him, and then bring the young man to me..." After thinking about it, he deliberately instructed: "When you see him, you should be respectful and don't despise him... ..."
Mo Chengfeng answered in a low voice, but it was very strange in his heart. He never thought that the master would tell himself like a child for fear of making any mistakes. This should have happened decades ago. At that time, I was still a young teenager and my master was young. It's really nostalgic...
"You step back. I'm tired and want to take a break."
Don't bow in the wind and retreat silently...
The night came again, and the imperial mausoleum shrouded by Lin Mang once again entered the mystery and hazy.
Last night's hot sun blinded many people's eyes, and the strange thunder made many people never hear the sound. After a day of statistical cleaning, General Nie Zhong finally settled the wounded soldiers and ended the busy day... Tens of thousands of soldiers guarding the mausoleum have gradually settled down. The news came from above that the earth-shaking atmosphere last night will always be buried in people's memories, including their own relatives, otherwise, the head will fall to the ground...
In a secret cave, silky clouds and fog cover the mouth of the cave. On a huge bluestone in the cave, Han Feng is experiencing the gateway of life and death. Last night, the purple dragon sprayed purple breath in a hurry. Although Han Feng dodged most of the head-on blows, there was still a trace of breath hitting Han Feng... At that time, Han Feng only felt sweet in his mouth, black in front of him, and his body flew backwards, but Han Feng Without panic, he rolled between life and death many times, giving him enough psychological preparation. Han Feng forcibly suppressed the churning of qi and blood in his chest and ran Yuanli to the distance...
He rushed in the mountains before choosing this cave. This place is very secretive. In addition, Han Feng set up a formation at the entrance of the cave, so people can't see the situation inside outside. Then he safely refined the purple gas in his body.
The purple gas shuttled through its meridians like a naughty child. For a moment, Han Feng could not expel it out... The original power that originally existed in the body's meridians was blocked by the faint purple breath and was difficult to operate... It's like a person suffering from a cold and his breath was not working well...
The twelve-week-old Yuanli is running, but Han Feng still has no way to drive away the stubborn purple gas like cowhide candy. His chest is getting tighter and tighter, and the invasion of purple gas is getting deeper and deeper... His face has become purple... This is still him. If he were another person, he would have been given the purple breath. Suffocate to death...
After all, Han Feng is a deeply rooted figure. Although he is very anxious, he still calms down to think about solutions. He could feel that the purple gas was composed of the purest earth element. Han Feng is familiar with the classics and knows Mu Ketu in his heart. So take this as a starting point and try to expel the wooden elements in the body...
However, the purple element is condensed by the mountains and rivers here absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon. The attributes are extremely pure and absolutely not easily resolved. The wooden element in Han Feng's body turned into a dagger-like object and tried to stab the purple element... With a "sneer", a wisp of white smoke floated up, and the purple element disappeared a little...
Han Feng was overjoyed and finally found the right way...