Chapter 311 The man has passed away

The wind is uneven and the waves are not quiet.

With a whistle, the ocean-going ship exhaled black smoke, slowly left the harbor and sailed to the depths of the ocean. Leng Gang and Caesar got drunk and were finally carried back to the room. The obscene man I met in the dance hall was not treated so well. The whole body was stripped and tied tightly. Together with his two security guards, they were thrown into the lifeboat.

The lifeboat floated far away from under the giant shiptail tribe.

Alice crossed a seductive long leg, took the harvest in her hand, and smiled at the sea: "Have a good trip."

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"Have a good trip!"

The same words sounded on the island of the home bronze trial ground.

The night took the departing manpower, boarded a medium-sized warship and slowly left the island. Li Ge took everyone to the shore and waved goodbye to him.

"Congratulations to my God!" The believers knelt down on the coast, and the strong power of faith wrapped the whole island. The God of Light has left, and they are about to open up a new world that belongs to them.

The warship bulged its sails and gradually disappeared at the end of sight.

The night climbed onto the deck and whistled. A golden dragon suddenly fell from the sky. Before the dragon fell on the deck, the night rose and sat firmly on the dragon's back.

"I'll go first. If you are not sick, you can take them back as soon as possible."

"Lord, please rest assured!"

The vegetable rice rose into the air, and a wing rushed straight up like a stringed arrow.

Four Lei Peng fell in turn, carrying Jietian, Xiaoxin, Fengling and Jasmine, catching up with the dragon and leaving together.

The climate suddenly changed yesterday, and there are snowflakes today. The earth under him is wrapped in silver. Occasionally, there is a green smoke, revealing a trace of tranquility.

When winter comes, the lords begin a truce, station troops to recuperate, and wait for the coming year.

From the east coast of South Korea to Shenxian Mountain, the straight line distance is more than a thousand miles. In the past, not to mention the heavens, at least it was difficult to travel. But after Caifan and Lei Peng grew up, they no longer ignored the twists and turns of the road.

"I'm home!" The night sighed in my heart.

I've been wandering for a year, and I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. I'm not at home, and there are a lot of difficult things that he needs to deal with.

We set out in the morning, and the dusk has arrived.

The rice closed its wings and slowly landed on the divine grass peak of the Fairy Mountain.

"Lord," the left-behind Wen Zhong was overjoyed and quickly greeted him: "You're finally back."

"Ting Xuan, thank you for your hard work!" The night approached and patted him on the shoulder: "Go and get ready. At noon tomorrow, we will have a banquet in Fengyunzhai."

Wen Zhong hurriedly responded. He Ye looked back at Jie Tian and Xiao Xin and waved to them, "You go back to Fengyun Village with Tingxuan. I want to be quiet alone."

Jietian looked at the snow-covered dead wood, the corners of his eyes were a little crystal clear, and his hand holding Jasmine tightened.

Everyone didn't say much. When the maid sent the stove jade jar, they went down the mountain and left together.

Light a fire at night and stew a can of new wine.

The divine tea tree on the side is green, but the dead wood incarnated by the clear moon is ethereal.

With a cup of hot wine, the night summoned up his courage and walked towards the dead wood.

"Qingyue... What's wrong with you?" He trembled his hands and gently brushed away the snow on the dead wood, and his heart trembled.

Except for the cold wind roaring, no one answered.

The night is covered with snowflakes, like a wooden stake, standing still. Scenes of the past came to my mind, like floating light and shadow. Sometimes she is domineering and unruly, and the eldest sister of Xiaoqueshan is the eldest. Sometimes gentle as water, a touch of shame in front of the moon lake. Sometimes he is heroic, and Nanzheng's domestic chivalrous act recklessly. Sometimes the virtuous help is considerate, creating a new world of Fengyunzhai.

"Why is it like this, why..." The cold wind blew hot tears and stuck to the cold cheeks. At this moment, it hurts my heart.

The shape of dead wood still retains the appearance of the Qingyue.

Looking back at the first sight of the Qingyue, it was as amazing as the description of Luo Shenfu, the pale eyebrows were like the moon, the white skirt was like water, and the purple hair fluttered like smoke. Just looking back, you will never forget a thousand years.

We used to be together in the past, but I can't remember her good.

Only when you travel far can you have thoughts.

And now, the Iraqis have passed away, and their liver and intestines are broken.

The night suddenly remembered the days of Queshan. The clear moon hung barefoot on the tree, and there was always a trace of sadness on his eyebrows. Every time you encounter an unknown, Qingyue can always provide some effective help.

He had long expected that Qingyue's identity was unusual.

"There's something wrong. Qingyue won't die. There must be something I don't know." The night muttered to himself.

In the home, death can be resurrected in a certain way. The Qingyue turned into rotten wood. If it is dead, why don't you ask Xiaoxin to resurrect it? If the resurrection is useless to her, then there is something wrong with her ontology in reality.

But there is something wrong in reality. How can Qingyue be unpredictable?

Can he leave his home and return to reality at any time?

Everything seems to be shrouded in a thick fog, covering up the truth.

Is dead wood the essence of the clear moon?

The night is full of chaos and nonsense.

"You said there was a letter left for me. Where is the letter?" The night stroked the dead wood and tried to penetrate into a trace of space. Unfortunately, the dead wood seems to be its own space and can't be explored at all.

He sighed, fell to the ground, picked up the new wine mixed with snow, one cup after another.

"How can you be lonely? Get drunk and relieve thousands of worries!"

There is a mixture of various forces in the body, and you can't get drunk.

In a trance, the long winter night has passed, and a wisp of red light appeared on the eastern horizon.

The snow has stopped. It's a sunny day.

The night's eyes were red and swollen, but the mind gradually calmed down. Since Qingyue left a letter for him, there must be a way to open it. If the information left is extremely important, it must not be opened in an ordinary way. It must be a unique means or ability that only he has.

The power of space has been tried, but it doesn't work. The power of faith and the power of light are acquired later and do not work. What else? Is it not power, but something special?

A thrilling spirit in the dark night, I thought of a possibility.

He quickly took out a small square tripod from his arms, which came from the ancestral temple of the Great Zhou Dynasty. At that time, in order to open it, he gathered the common strength of himself and Qingyue. Only this thing is unique, and even if others want to fake it, it is impossible.

The night carefully probed the perception into the square tripod, and the golden dragons on the square tripod lit up one by one. When the last golden dragon was about to light up, the night moved the small tripod to the top of the dead wood.

A magical scene appeared, and a green light suddenly burst out from the dead wood and shot at the square tripod.

A vision suddenly appeared, and a pillar of light soared into the sky, and I'm afraid most of the Chuhou Alliance could see it. The night was a little caught off guard. Originally, I thought that there would be no big change as usual, but I didn't expect that the situation was a little out of control.

The tripod cover was completely opened, but it was never seen Yuanjing overflow.

Before he could figure it out, the next moment, Fang Ding seemed to produce an irresistible suction, and even inhaled the dead wood turned into the night and the moon together.

The tripod cover was covered, and the glow in the sky dissipated.

But this is already a big deal. I'm afraid it won't take a few hours, and the whole Chuhou League will boil. Wen Zhong, who had returned to Fengyunzhai, hurriedly returned to Shenxian Mountain, informing everyone to strengthen vigilance and taking measures to deal with the crisis.

Fairy Mountain is not open to the public, but curiosity can kill a cat. What's more, the vision of heaven is obvious that some kind of treasure has been unearthed. Greedy was aroused, and all the scruples were left behind. A large number of birds flew from hidden places to all directions, and the foreign population lingered in Fengyunzhai. They gushed out of the mountain pass in the north and ran to the fairy mountain.

"The vision of the Great Zhou Zuling reappeared, and the heavy treasure has fallen." For a moment, rumors spread everywhere, and the mountain rain was about to come.

Knowing that the situation was urgent, Jietian immediately released Caifan and the four Lei Pengs. He must pick up Wei Wujian as soon as possible on the way back. The machine gun group was left to Li Ge, and most of the sniper rifles were brought back. If there is no time to rush back, this is a powerful force.

Everyone in the stockade took action and was prepared.

The road is broken by snow, and it is difficult to mobilize large-scale troops. But small-scale elites and masters sneak into raids, but they are unpreventive. If the response is not taken properly, the forces of Fengyunzhai and Shenxian Mountain will only be destroyed.

At this time, there was only a small tripod with four squares on the top of the divine grass peak of the fairy mountain, suspended from the air, slowly rotating outside as if there was a light flow. The night, which was sucked into the tripod, found that he had come to an extremely strange place.

This is a star space. The diameter of the whole space is about 50 meters. Except for a golden spherical core, nothing is empty. The dead wood incarnation of the night and the clear moon seemed to have lost gravity and suspended near the core. The night became very curious, and he approached the core and looked at it carefully.

I don't know what the core is made of. The whole body is round and there is no crack. The pattern on it is dense, which is extremely beautiful. Unfortunately, no matter how the night tries, there is no reaction from the core.

The night leaves the core and explores around. The space seems to be wrapped in a thick film, and there should be heaven and earth outside. Through the translucent compartment, you can faintly see a large number of beige light spots floating outside.

"It's Yuanjing outside!" The night is sure to say.

He took out a trace of space power and waited to puncture the diaphragm.

"Hungrate!" A weak voice came.

The night was shocked and quickly turned around to find that the sound came from the dead wood. He used both his hands and feet and quickly rowed to Qingyue: "Qingyue, how are you?"

There was no response, and the night quickly stared at the dead wood.

The skin of the dead wood gradually cracked, and soon a intact clear moon appeared in front of him. The night quickly hugged her: "Qingyue, Qingyue."

The closed lips seemed to squirm, and the heart of the night beat uncontrollably. This should be a good sign that the Qingyue is expected to recover.

After a long time, Qingyue suddenly opened her eyes.

The night was shocked, and the holding hand suddenly loosened.

It's so weird!

Those pair of sapphire-like eyes disappeared, replaced by a pair of gray eyeballs, cold and lonely, without a trace of emotion.

Rao still dare not look at each other after the strong wind and waves in the night.

He shouted, "You are not Qingyue, who are you?"