Chapter 82 Taoyuan Wangfeng

In the suburbs of Shangjing, in a dilapidated small temple next to the official road, the young man suddenly sat up, his limbs were stiff and his eyes were straight.

The morning light fell through the withered window lattice, and the green smoke was wrapped around. The thin woman sat cross-legged, her fingertips brushed the sandalwood, and said something in her mouth. Suddenly, the phoenix's eyes opened violently.

"The hour has come, the soul has returned, and the soldiers and fighters are all in front!"

The nine tones drank together, and the blue smoke rose up and burst into the teenager's body from his eyes, nose, ears and mouth. The teenager's body trembled and his eyes gradually regained.

With a long sigh of relief, the girl wiped the sweat on her forehead, and her originally pale face was as pale as paper at this time.

Looking at the teenager who looked inexplicably and did not seem to have recovered, the girl's eyes darken slightly and sighed, "Xiao Feng, how can you use secrets in your dream? This is a big taboo for entering a dream. The light one is hurt by the god of blessing, and the heavy one falls into a dream and can't turn around again.

The girl's face is beautiful, not too beautiful, but she has a kind of vulgar elegance. At first glance, she is a lady, but her body is very thin, weak and faintly sick.

The teenager who was replaced by her as "Xiaofeng" turned his head in a moment, looked at her with pity, and asked inexplicably, "Qing'er, do you think there are any other secrets in the world that can dream besides Huang sorghum dream?"

Qinger frowned and shook her head after thinking for a long time. "This Huangsorghum dream is the secret of your king's department. If you practice until you practice seven rounds, you can control each other's dream, and win the dream to bless God with your backhand. According to historical research, it is a senior in your royal department who has made a mistake in his practice. He accidentally created a sorghum dream. It does not belong to the five elements, does not fit the yin and yang, and does not list the gods and ghosts of heaven and earth. It is actually a side door. Only by practicing more than four rounds and turning the dream into his own side can it have a miraculous effect. Before that, it is really a chicken rib, and at most can only peep into secrets. Once the master wakes up, or is found out, he will lose all his previous efforts.

"With such a thankless secret skill, there is only Huang Sorghum Dream Art in the world."

Qing'er concluded that the methodical words show that she has a wide range of knowledge in the secret art, which is by no means weaker than anyone in the world.

Seeing the teenager's suspicious face, she hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively: "Is it possible that you met in that dream..."

"Exact"

The teenager nodded, tore open the Taoist charm on his limbs and chest, got up and got out of bed, walked to the girl, and gently held her softness.

"At first, I thought it was Wang Situ's dream blessing god, but later I thought that the secret book recorded that the dream blessing god would only be born in the dream of the practitioner above the earth. If Wang Situ does not know how to practice, how can he give birth to the blessing god? The man came from another person's dream and crossed with Wang Situ's dream. Only then I was found out, but even if I found it, it was difficult for me to tell his identity, and even his age could not tell.

"Why is that?" The girl is strange.

"Because he is just a vague shadow who can cast lightning."

After a pause, the teenager recalled the situation in his dream, and the corners of his mouth were bitter: "His dreaming skills are much smarter than mine. The people in the dream can't detect him, so they won't disturb the master. He can stay as long as he wants, unlike I can only stay with two columns of incense. Moreover, he can also summon the dream to bless God, across the dream time, and be unrestrained, as if other people's dreams are his own territory.

Hearing the words, the girl looked indifferent and still not moved; "Listen to what you said, his dream art has the power of the seven rounds of Huangsorghum dream art, and the throat wheel, eyebrow wheel and top wheel have been opened... Seven rounds of secret art, even in Taoyuan Village, is one of the best. I heard that the top figures in the world are those gods, which are just equivalent to the four rounds of secret arts. Is it possible that the news brought back by the nightingale is wrong?

"The nightingale is just a strange bird. It flies into the world to listen to people's words and remember, and does not distinguish the true from the false. Taoyuan Village will fly back to 8,000 nightingales every night, and the ministers count the earthly news..."

The teenager wanted to continue talking, but Qing'er's face was slightly dark and he quickly stopped.

She smiled, and the girl leaned into the teenager's arms. She took care of the teenager's body and didn't sleep all night. At this time, her face was full of fatigue.

"Xiaofeng, it's useless to say more. We can't go back. The nightingale of your royal department and my wind department are looking for us everywhere at this time. In the past, I only found it interesting to read the stories in the world. Now, we have also become a story enjoyed by the villagers.

"Don't worry, Qinger. When we borrow the big ship from Uncle Da Kuang, escape from Da Kuang, escape from the eastern boundary, and escape from the ends of the earth, even if the seven rounds in the village * everyone take time to find us, it will be in vain."

The teenager comforted that his appearance was originally very ordinary, but he had a pair of white eyes, which were as enchanting as bright moon and stars, and also embellished his face and became evil and handsome. He is like a girl, and he is only fifteen or sixteen years old. Although he is young, he has an indescribable calm temperament, which is difficult to obtain for two or three years.

Lying comfortably in the teenager's arms, fiddling with his slender ten fingers, Qinger frowned slightly; "Although the plan is like this, if you don't get the secret of Wang Situ six years ago, how can you change the ship of the sea? You have only practiced this Huangliang dream skill for two rounds, and you still need to wait for half a month to dream again... By the way, Xiaofeng, who is dreaming about the seven rounds of secrets?

Looking at the girl in her arms in surprise, "Xiaofeng" frowned: "You don't want to..."

"That's all. Please ask that person for help to help us explore the secrets of our dreams." Qing'er nodded.

"But he is a seven-round secret master. Even if he is found, how can he easily help him?"

"In the news brought back by the nightingale, it is said that people on earth are insatiable and like fame and fortune. Since he is a man of the world, it should be difficult to get rid of this. Find him first and find a way to make a deal.

"It's true."

The teenager nodded, and Qing'er had picked up the branches as far as his eyes could see.

With a soft smile, the teenager attached to the girl's ear and described the appearance of Princess Lizhu. When he finished describing, a beautiful girl appeared under the branch, just like Lizhu at the age of 16.

Putting the branches aside, the girl got up, sang ancient songs, and danced around the portrait of glass beads.

After a song, the girl's face turned a little pale, surrounded by green smoke and the portrait on the ground. The portrait gradually floated up, like a roll of paper, revealing in front of the girl's eyes.

In the "roll of paper", Princess Lizhu sat in a canoe, swam in Wangjun Lake, and went to the peninsula.

"Fain!"

Taking a deep breath, the girl exhaled a spell, closed her eyes, and curled up the corners of her eyes. She seemed to suffer great pain. The teenager beside her was anxious.

When she was young, Qing'er breathed a sigh of relief, and the green smoke fell out. She also opened her eyes again.

"That person is from the king's room in Jiangnan Liu, Liujun's own sister, Princess Lizhu. Xiaofeng, it seems that we are going to the south of the Yangtze River soon. The nightingales all say that the scenery there is beautiful and charming. This time we can feast our eyes.

Qing'er forced a calm smile, her delicate body swayed slightly, and she was hugged by the teenager.

"Don't worry, Xiaofeng. This disease has been like this since childhood. You will feel dizzy as soon as you cast the spell. It's not that you don't know."

Lying in the teenager's arms, the girl muttered, with heavy eyelids and drowsy.

"When you escape from Da Kuang, I will help you find a doctor. If you can't find a good doctor, you can find those strange people. Anyway, I will help you heal."

The young man said firmly, with a sad face and unbearable.

"I'm stupid again. Even my sacrifice in the wind department said that this disease could not be cured... As long as Xiaofeng is by my side forever, until that day.

The girl's voice gradually became lower, but she huddled in the arms of the teenager and fell asleep. Looking at the weak girl, the teenager did not argue any more, and a trace of determination floated in his white eyes.

"My first Wang Feng will always guard Qing'er, and I will find the magic medicine all my life."

There are too many vows in the drama, most of which happen between adult men and women. At this time, it is very absurd and ridiculous from a 15- or 16-year-old teenager.

However, in Taoyuan Village, where they get married at the age of ten and get married at the age of 13, it is not uncommon for lovers like them.

The oath of going down the mountain and sea does not mean that it can last forever. Although the fifteen divisions of the Taoyuan family have marriages, they are also among the good clans. If they meet a deadly enemy, even if the children in the department love each other, they will be separated without mercy. Before the age of ten, fifteen children will practice together. It is inevitable that they will have feelings for a long time. Naturally, life and death are indispensable.

Although there is no clear provision, it is also a convention. Since ancient times, no one has dared to resist the children of Taoyuan Village, except them.

The third generation of the strongest disciple from the first king, the first Wang Feng, and the daughter of the most mysterious wind clan chief of the Yue family, was born with a strange disease.

Just then, a nightingale fell from the sky and fell on the statue, staring straight at the young girl in the temple.

There was a trace of murderousness between his eyebrows. The first Wang Feng looked at the nightingale with cold eyes, and two wheel vortices flowed from his white eyes. The nightingale was pressed on the statue with its invisible hand before he could escape. Gradually, the nightingale's body became stiff, like a mud sculpture, integrated with the statue, and could no longer fly back to the mysterious and strange Taoyuan Village.

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"There are many great Confucian scholars in the White Fox Academy, who are knowledgeable, and many of the principles cannot be learned in books. Therefore, remember to listen to the lecture in class, ask if you don't understand, and the same... Classmates should get along well with each other, what should be given up, and those who should be tolerated should be tolerated..."

In front of Moyun Tower, Simajin looked at An Bochen, who couldn't laugh or cry, and said bitterly.

It's just to study. There is no need to worry so much. But Simajin knew that most of the students in the White Fox Academy were the sons of the Liu family. Although An Bochen was promoted to a scholar, he was still a grassy in the eyes of the whole family. What's more, now everyone knows that An Bochen's practice has been abolished and he can't use force. On that day's martial arts field, An Bochen defeated Li Lin, but it was no different from slapping on the faces of the children of the family.