The autumn wind rises and the dragon sings

Chapter 222 The Battle of the Heavenly Sword ([-])

"Ah!"

The man in white sneezed inexplicably, looked up at the sun that was dazzling even through the white gauze, and felt a little depressed: "Is the weather going to change?"

Count the time, it's almost too soon.

Thinking that he might not be able to be so leisurely in the future, he couldn't help but sigh. The calamus on the table stretched out its leaves and rubbed his arm thoughtfully. The man in white adjusted his mood and asked the other party if he wanted to bask in the sun. After getting the answer, he Put the calamus into the house, and then teleported to the public pavilion.

It always felt like there was something he needed to do at the public pavilion.

Soon after he left, Mu Shaoai brought Yuren Feizhan and Xiao to the door. He was not very familiar with the residents here when he came to see Fengchou before, but he was like a person with such a good temperament. They are all easy to leave an impression. The few residents I remembered by chance knew that they were here to find someone before they even opened their mouths, and they led the way very enthusiastically.

Mu Shaoai thanked him with a smile and followed behind with a leisurely look, but his eyes couldn't help but darken. He remembered that Qin Jiaxian had said before that after Feng Chou died, not only did his residence disappear, but the people living around him also disappeared. , I have also seen with my own eyes that this place has turned into a wasteland, but now it has recovered as before, and the people around it seem to have never disappeared, as if nothing happened to Fengchoubie, and as if...

Looking at the familiar Biechouju in front of me, I subconsciously wanted to take a sip of hookah, my eyes darkened: the people and things around me all exist for this place.

This idea is a bit false, but it is not impossible, especially after discovering that Zilan has no heartbeat and pulse, but can move freely like ordinary people. However, it is just a guess. The facts are not important. After all, Dr. Feng I don't like probing inquiries.

With this thought in mind, he forgot about it. The person responsible for leading the way was a strong middle-aged man. He walked to the door and knocked thoughtfully. When there was no response, he kindly explained: "Doctor Feng may have gone out again." We are picking herbs, and we may not be able to come back until evening. The sun is very hot outside, so why don’t you three go to my house and sit and wait."

Mu Shaoai looked at the closed wooden door and thought that Feng Chou had no reason to avoid them, and... the main entrance was not the only place where he could enter, so he nodded in agreement.

The middle-aged man lived not far from Farewell Chouju. Sitting here, he could see if anyone came in. So while drinking the herbal tea that he served enthusiastically, Mu Shaoai asked intentionally or unintentionally: "Doctor Feng How have you been these days?"

The middle-aged man had seen Mu Shaoai come to see Fengchou several times before. Although he didn't know his true identity, his appearance and temperament didn't look like a villain, so he had nothing to hide: "Doctor Feng doesn't like to go out. , except when treating people, they rarely talk to people. We ordinary people can't tell whether it's good or not, but..."

After a pause of words, the middle-aged man hesitated again and again, and finally said: "Dr. Feng seemed to have a problem with his throat before. He couldn't speak normally for a long time. Sometimes he would cough up blood, which looked scary. But later It's getting better gradually, it should be Doctor Feng who took the medicine himself and figured out a way to cure it."

After saying so much for a while, the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel thirsty. After pouring himself a cup of herbal tea to moisten his throat, he continued: "They say doctors don't heal themselves. Doctor Feng walks around the world from time to time. He is probably being plotted against. Poisoning and so on, but I don’t want to let other doctors diagnose me properly, so I just act like a normal person all day long.”

Mu Shaoai calmly comforted Xiao, who was inexplicably restless. He thought that the scene he saw before should be the "Five Disabled Moves" and the sequelae caused by the destruction of his vocal cords. He didn't know how Feng Chou escaped from the gate of hell. There may be some problems with the soul, but there is nothing he can do when it comes to the soul. How about contacting Xuanzong's people?In case the patient is unwilling to cooperate, it is possible for multiple people to "persuade".

After making up his mind, Mu Shaoai told him the identity of the doctor, and said that he came here today to diagnose Feng Chou. He didn't feel guilty at all as he wanted to have a good chat with someone before. The middle-aged man Naturally, he was convinced and the reception became even more enthusiastic.

Xiao Xiao was a little puzzled, but when she saw Yuren's non-deer expression, she was obedient and didn't open her mouth to make trouble.

It's just that the three of them were not very lucky. From daytime to dinner time, Fengchou's figure still didn't appear in sight, so they had to decline the middle-aged man's kindness to stay for dinner, and planned to come over tomorrow to take a look. Invite other people who care about this matter. After all, it’s fun when there are many people~
Fengchou, who was outside, didn't know that he was being remembered. He just felt very speechless now. He originally thought that something big was going to happen if he was urged to come to the public pavilion in such a hurry, but it turned out that the gentleman just wanted to sell something, and it was second-hand. of!

"Although this pigeon has been eaten, the bones left behind are still so flawless. Look at the curvature of the skeleton and the curve of the leg bones. It seems that it can fly thousands of miles... That's right! You can't buy it for 1000 taels, and you can't suffer a loss or be fooled. Young man, what are you still hesitating about?"

The green grass gentleman can praise a pile of bones without blushing or gasping for breath. Feng Chou has to express his admiration, but... did your words reveal something that should not be said? Who is it? ( ╬◣д◢)? !
"Can this pigeon fly?" Putting aside the ones that are there and not, Feng Chou looked at the neatly arranged bones in the box and could see the shape of the pigeons before birth, and expressed his doubts.

"A young man who is sincere will be wise."

"speak English."

"If you give me another 2000 taels, I guarantee that Gu... will fly faster than a plane!"

"..."Did you say something strange again?

Although it sounded very unreliable, Fengchou still paid 3000 taels. Anyway, he had money now. Although the "virus" had wiped out his money and goodwill before, in addition to the money given by the system to restore normalcy, There was also a huge sum of 10 taels, which made him doubt whether he had acted impulsively and resolutely robbed a certain Confucian bigwig.

He habitually complained for a while, and when he came back to his senses, the pile of skeletons came to life under Cao Junzi's operation, and became very large. Before he could react, he had already carried him straight into the sky. .

The grass-roots gentleman waved his handkerchief enthusiastically on the ground: "Have fun~"

Being carried into the sky and having too close contact with the sun, Feng Chou felt that his body was filled with an unspeakable burning sensation. After activating his yin bone spiritual power to resist in vain, he fainted unsatisfactorily and fell into the pile. On the skeleton, I don’t know where it will go.

In the groggy state, I felt the heat gradually subside, and the cool breeze blew across my face. My consciousness returned. When I opened my eyes, I saw the pile of pigeon skeletons standing in front of me, with only two empty eye sockets "looking" at me. There seems to be some... disgust?
This knowledge made Feng Chou's eyes twitch slightly. Just as he was about to ask, the pile of pigeon skeletons dropped an envelope, waved their wings with only bones left, and flew away very gracefully.

...Well, I was indeed disliked.

Feng Chou stood up speechlessly, looked at the envelope in his hand, and did not open it immediately. Instead, after putting it away, he glanced at his location.

This place seems to be at the foot of a mountain. The top of the mountain seems to be very lively. Occasionally, one or two masters with swords can be seen disappearing. Since the pile of pigeon skeletons left him here, it is estimated that it is probably with the top of the mountain. related to the above matter.

However, Fengchoubie did not rush forward to ask. Instead, he took out a sword from his backpack that he didn't know when he had put it inside, and then put it on his back. Then he found out when he was adjusting the curtain out of habit, His hood was gone, but he could still be exposed to the sun without being affected.

But the dragon energy and yin bone spiritual power still coexist in the body, and I am not in a soul body state, so why...

Feng Chou felt something was wrong, but he couldn't see anything disadvantageous to him for the time being, so he just regarded it as a harmless compensation.

After adjusting his expression, Fengchou walked towards the two sword masters. After discovering that they were two sword cultivators, he showed a smile that could easily increase his favor: "Two Taoist priests, do you also want to go to the top of the mountain to have a look? ?”

The two swordsmen couldn't help but be a little surprised when they were suddenly addressed. However, when they saw a young swordsman with a green face, who seemed to have just entered the world, their expressions softened and they nodded and replied.

The older swordsman among them invited warmly: "Young hero looks like he is going the same way as the two of us, why don't we go up together?"

"Then I'll excuse you." This was exactly what he meant. After Fengchou thanked him with fists, he turned into light and went to the top of the mountain with the two sword cultivators.

The younger sword cultivator seemed to be more lively, and he would talk to Feng Chou from time to time on the way up the mountain, and Feng Chou was happy to cooperate with such harmless conversations. "Young hero is qualified to participate in the Heavenly Sword Battle at such a young age. You are really young and promising." The younger swordsman looked at the envelope in Feng Chou's hand, his tone full of admiration.

Battle of Heavenly Sword?Isn't this triggered by taking Qiu Yu's route?He remembered that he had seen the favorability column. Qiu Yu was clearly undefeatable, right?
There were many doubts in my mind, but I thought I would see that guy soon, and I could ask him again then, so I didn’t go into it any further, with a shy smile on my face: “The Taoist priest is so flattering, I’m just lucky for a moment.”

But he saw some admiration in the eyes of the two sword cultivators. Although they did not praise him any more, Feng Chou could clearly feel that these two sword cultivators had a very favorable impression of him, and it was very strong.

I silently noted this strangeness, with a faint smile on my face, and decided to stay as far away as possible.

After arriving at the top of the mountain, I felt the elegant or calm sword energy lingering around, causing the swords of those present to tremble and buzz, and they wanted to unsheath them and swing them wildly.

Fengchou said simply and crudely, patting the dishonest sword behind him. Looking at the top of the mountain where there were actually not many people, he felt a little confused. Seeing this, the older sword cultivator explained thoughtfully: "Most of the people who are coming up now are They are all here to watch the battle, and those like you, young hero, who are here to participate in the battle, will arrive later."

"That's it, thank you Taoist Priest for informing me." Feng Chou bowed his hands and thanked him, but when he saw the Taoist Priest in front of him, he pursed his lips and smiled, with genuine happiness in his eyes: "Young hero, you're welcome."

Fengchou, who was feeling increasingly weird, had no time to think about it in the future. A ray of golden light fell from the sky, and a golden poem horn came out at the same time:

"Wearing six baht clothes, the truth is hidden in the universe; the path to becoming a god is in the clouds, and the apocalypse descends from the purple sky."

I saw a white-clothed Taoist figure emerging from the clouds, riding a golden dragon and descending from the sky. It looked unfathomable and transcendent, like a god who had descended from the world.

The visitor landed gracefully from the golden dragon's back. When the golden dragon submerged into the sea of ​​clouds again, he politely asked Feng Chou: "Is this little friend here to participate in the Battle of the Heavenly Sword?"

Feng Chou Bie wanted to say no, but according to the game plot, he knew that the person in front of him was Liu Bah Yi, so he could only recite the lines honestly: "This... I am Feng Chou Bie. To be honest, senior, although I received the invitation, But I’m actually here to look for you, senior.”

Liu Bah Yi: "Oh? I have lived at the top of the sea of ​​clouds for a long time and have not left for a long time. I wonder why my little friend is looking for me?"

"The details are like this..." Feng Chou said again that he wanted to find his life experience. Although the method of offering a reward was different, he still expressed his request for Yu Qinghuan's help according to the plot.

Liu Zhuyi nodded slightly: "I see, I can take you to find your friends, but the battle for the Heavenly Sword is imminent, and I can't leave for a moment. Since my friend is already on the list, why not join the competition and test your skills."

Seeing that Feng Chou was hesitant, he explained: "The candidates for this competition are all famous swordsmen. Even if you are not destined to be a person, it is still a worthwhile trip. When the competition is over, I will take you there."

The last sentence is the key. Feng Chou thanked him very much: "Thank you very much, senior. With the words of senior, it is a worthwhile trip to say goodbye to Chou."

"Yeah." Liu Bah Yi nodded and raised his hand gently.

The envelope in his hand disappeared. Feng Chou thanked the two sword cultivators and stepped into the competition arena. Immediately, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared in the sky, and Ling Ran's poem trumpet came:

"Jiangtian is the same color without any dust, fish and dragons dive to watch the body of Taoism. How can heaven and man have two meanings? Tao is not empty and deeds only depend on human beings."

Wearing a dazzling golden Taoist robe, it was obviously a very rich color, but it seemed to be wearing an immortal style. Feng Chou didn't squint at it, but he didn't bother to complain about why Beifang Xiu Juanshou Tian was here. Anyway, what's the timeline? Being too entangled will only make you bald.

Immediately afterwards, there were three poetic trumpets with different personalities:

"Three feet of autumn water is spotless and unparalleled in the world;"

"At the beginning of Huayang, Hongmen is red, sparse buildings are replaced, and Longlin does not lose its grace;"

"Killing life to protect life, killing business is not killing people."

……

Okay, now he really wants to complain about why the Buddha Sword, which should be punished at the All Saints Rock during this time period, appears here properly, but after thinking about it, it is probably a world bug, and it is useless for him to complain.

"Yeah, isn't this my little friend Chou? We haven't seen each other anywhere in the world. We haven't seen each other for a long time." Just when Feng Chou was distracted as usual, Jianzi had already come over to him very familiarly and struck him very familiarly. Say hello.

"I've met Taoist Master Jianzi."

Feng Chou was very sure that he and Jianzi had only met each other a few times. If this was a bug, it would be too weird, but he still politely answered.

Just as Jianzi was about to say something else, Jian Buyi and Bing Wuyi arrived one after another riding on the purple electric light. Talking and laughing dispersed some of the weirdness, and then came the high-end Yin Yuan, which is as famous as the local tycoon Jin Juan Shuotian. Wuxiang came chanting a poem.

After Fengchou looked at the plain clothes of himself and Jianzi, he couldn't help but sigh that people really can't be generalized. Then a dazzling blue light came down, and he cheered up instantly.

"Having been confused for half your life, you will only have to look at the world of mortals for a long time."

The aqua blue folding fan opened, half-hiding his face, and said in a clear voice: "It takes a hundred years to know how far the sky is, and I feel the coolness of autumn with just one pillow."

"Ah, it's Big Brother!"

Feng Chou immediately ran over happily and said hello obediently and affectionately. However, the moment the Confucian scholar in blue saw him, there was a trace of murderous anger in his eyes. However, after he got closer, another look appeared. With a warm smile, she raised her hand and patted his shoulder. He raised his eyes and saw San Xiantian not far away. He nodded slightly in greeting, polite and distant.

Jianzi waved generously in response, but his expression was a little weird. Buddha Jian clasped his hands in return, his eyebrows as calm as usual. Longsu looked at the gentle and elegant scholar in blue, raised his fan to cover his face, nodded slightly, and raised the corners of his lips slightly.

It’s been so long, Zi Hao...

Feng Chou, who vaguely sensed something was wrong, was taken over by Qiu Yu to review the lines before he could dig into it. Looking at the other person's eyes that softened because he said "big brother", he was too lazy to complain in his heart, but he couldn't help but think of another thought. one question.

Of the people present, it seemed, it seemed, maybe, he was the only one who didn't come on stage with a poem number recited, and he was half shorter in an instant!
　Let’s change it here first, and we’ll talk about the rest tomorrow.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)