Nine turns into gods

Chapter 30

One day after the coming-of-age ceremony, the entire Qingluan City suddenly burst into chaos. An arresting team composed of experts from the City Lord's Mansion, the Tang Family, the Lin Family, and the Yang Family arrested people everywhere in Qingluan City. It is a famous person, people from the Tang family, Lin family, Yang family, and even the city lord's mansion were arrested.

Soon, this expert team led by Xiao Moyan went straight to the black dog weapon shop in the east of the city. After they rushed into the shop, they kicked the short and fat blacksmith away and went straight to the backyard .

However, the backyard was completely empty, leaving only a bed and some fresh small animals for the monsters to eat.

An elder of the Lin family quietly walked to Xiao Moyan's side, and respectfully said: "City Master, that little Lin Shaofeng has also disappeared."

Xiao Moyan stood in the yard, thought for a while, suddenly lost interest, and said: "Okay, the suppression operation is over, everyone will go back to their families immediately and reorganize."

The wind and rain came and went faster, and soon, Qingluan City returned to its former peace and order, but people would find that the city lord lacked some familiar faces of big men.

Xiao Moyan returned to the mansion, pondered for a while, took out a sheepskin scroll, dipped it in the black blood of the black squid with a quill pen, and slowly wrote:

"Respected Your Majesty Gelu, a secret organization was discovered in Qingluan City, called the Anti-Tian League. After investigation, this organization is extremely mysterious. , both have activities.

The plan of the Anti-Tian League is definitely not one city and one place. I am afraid that my Haotian Kingdom is only a part of this organization that this organization wants to control. I also ask Your Majesty to deal with it seriously, and at the same time, be able to discuss it with other friendly countries!

Yours sincerely, Minister Xiao Moyan! "

After finishing writing, Xiao Moyan checked it carefully again. He lowered his head and thought for a while, feeling that he had not exaggerated, so he took out wax, sealed the parchment, and put it into a copper box.

Three days later, Tang Feng's injury has recovered by more than [-]%. This certainly has the effect of the fourth-level elixir, but it is also inseparable from Tang Feng's Thunder Body.

Qingyan couldn't help but screamed, "It's too scary for this kid to be able to recover within three days after suffering such a serious injury, but that's okay, because Shuang'er finally agreed to leave Tang Feng and follow her Back to Haotian City.

On the morning of the fourth day, a group of chariots and horses slowly drove away from Qingluan City. Teacher Zhang Jianzhong was carried on the first horned cart, and Shuang'er and Qing Yan were loaded on the second large horned cart. The old woman, on the third carriage, was a gift from the Tang family and Xiao Moyan, most of which were some local specialties of Qingluan City.

Shuang'er opened the window and kept looking at the rear.

Qing Yan felt very depressed, and said: "If you don't want to give up, go down and say goodbye to him."

Shuang'er nodded vigorously, and immediately jumped out of the carriage.

Qingyan's old face was wrinkled, and she murmured: "What an infatuated little girl, but believe me, time will make you forget your son. My apprentice, Qingyan, will never marry a cultivator Trash with exceptionally low talent."

It turned out that Qingyan also knew about Tang Feng's cultivation of waste materials.

Tang Feng wore a yellow cloak, rode a wildebeest, and followed the carriage. When Shuang'er left, he was really reluctant.

Not long after leaving the city gate, Tang Feng saw Shuang'er wearing a pink cloak jumping off the carriage and running towards him lightly, like an elf in the morning wind.

Tang Feng smiled, jumped off the wildebeest, and stood where he was.

Shuang'er ran half a meter in front of Tang Feng and stopped. Her soft breath hit Tang Feng's face, and the mouth was itchy.

In the morning of early autumn, the temperature is still a little low.

Shuang'er took the first half step, stretched out her small hand, tugged on Tang Feng's neckline, and then tied the ribbon of the yellow cloak for Tang Feng again.

Tang Feng stood quietly, looking at the woman without blinking.

Shuang'er tidied Tang Feng's clothes, then took half a step back and said, "Young master, I'm leaving."

Tang Feng nodded, reached out and touched Shuang'er's small nose, and said softly: "Take care of yourself, after a month, after I have dealt with family affairs, I will go to Haotian City to find you."

Shuang'er lowered her head, her eyes were shy and sad.

Tang Feng suddenly remembered a poem from his previous life, and he chanted softly: "The most is the gentleness of bowing his head, like the shyness of a water lotus that cannot withstand the cool wind, he said treasure, said treasure, and there is something in that treasure." Sweet sorrow. Sayanara!"

In the early autumn morning breeze, Tang Feng's voice was long and ethereal.

Shuang'er's tears suddenly fell uncontrollably. She stepped forward, hugged Tang Feng fiercely, and then ran towards the carriage sadly like a flower falling in the wind, not daring to look back.

Qingyan in the carriage nodded unconsciously, and said to herself: "I didn't expect this kid to be an outstanding troubadour. Well, it seems that it is a bit difficult for Shuang'er to change his mind. Damn troubadour poet!"

The horned carriage finally left slowly in Tang Feng's sight.

Tang Feng couldn't help feeling a little less interested. He patted the wildebeest beside him and let it go away on its own, while Tang Feng walked towards the forest area outside the city.

The leaves are slightly yellowed, with dew, swaying gently in the autumn wind.

Tang Feng walked aimlessly on the mountain path, thinking about the experience of rebirth for more than half a month, he walked to a cliff, summoned the Xutian cauldron from his own consciousness, and then placed it on the pattern of the three-tailed thunder beast Knock hard.

A wisp of blue smoke rose, transformed into the appearance of the three-tailed Thunder Beast, floating up and down in the air.

"Boy, why are you bothering me again?" Thunder Beast's lion paws struck the air one after another, and even a slight thud could be heard.

Tang Feng looked at the Thunder Beast in the void, and was slightly surprised. The appearance of this monster seemed to have changed, as if... It seemed to have become clearer.

Yes, it's clearer. When I saw the Thunder Beast last time, it was just a rough outline. But now, I can see its texture and even the shape of its hair.

Tang Feng felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong. He concealed his doubts and said, "Now I'm a Lingzhu master, but I don't have any useful fighting skills. You Do you have any precious fighting skills in your head?"

The three-tailed Thunder Beast patted its lion's head in pain with its paws in a humane way, and said, "Lingzhu Master? Oh my god, that's too far away for me. As for fighting skills, God Lord, my fighting skills are Talented bloodlines are naturally mastered, how can you humans invent and learn some rubbish things?"

Tang Feng shrugged his shoulders, and said: "Okay, let's trust you. But why do you say that the Lingzhu master is too far away from you, is there other masters above the purple Lingzhu master?"

The Three-Tailed Thunder Beast stood up on its hind legs, and said, "Boy, don't ask so many questions. It won't do you any good. In short, you have to eat food one bite at a time, and you have to take one step at a time in cultivation. I... no Alright, a master is here. Hell, how can there be such a level of master in such a place with thin spiritual energy. Kid, put away the Xutian Cauldron."

After finishing speaking, the three-tailed Thunder Beast entered the Xutian Cauldron.

Seeing the solemnity of the three-tailed Thunder Beast, Tang Feng quickly put away the Xutian Cauldron.

As soon as the Xutian Ding was put away, Tang Feng saw a black spot appearing under the cliff. The speed of the black spot was extremely fast, as if teleporting, it ran towards him along the steep and abnormal cliff.

Seeing that speed, Tang Feng couldn't help swallowing. Compared with the black spot, it took only one breath to rush up the hundreds of meters of cliff.

The next moment, an old man with white beard and hair stood in front of Tang Feng.

Tang Feng did not hide his surprise, and looked at the old man dumbfounded. He saw that the white bearded old man had a foot-long white beard, and was wearing a white gray robe that had been washed. There were greasy and stains all over the robe. , as if soaked in an oil pan, but fortunately there is no sour taste.

The old man stood on the cliff and looked around quickly. Seeing that there was nothing abnormal, he frowned and murmured in a low voice: "There is obviously a sacred aura, why did it dissipate?"

Tang Feng smacked his mouth and said, "Old man, what do you mean by sacred breath?"

Only then did the old man think of Tang Feng, he couldn't help squinting his eyes and smiled slightly, and said: "Oh, maybe my old man's family is old and faint. Hey, young man, do you live in Qingluan City?"