Fairy

The whistle sounded far away, and after a short while, three horses came galloping. Sitting on the horses were a girl in purple shirt and two middle-aged warriors.

"Jia Qi!" The dignified, luxurious and heroic girl in purple shirt who came galloping stopped next to the girl in black, holding the rein of the horse.

"Sister Jiameng, this person is very suspicious. He is probably trying to trick our chamber of commerce. Our Xianwang chamber of commerce has lost several darts recently, and it is likely that this group of people did it." Wang Jiaqi looked at the whole body with cold eyes. Wang Xian in hunter clothes.

Wang Xian now finally understands what a disaster from heaven is, and with a slight smile, he calmly faces the mortal in front of him.

Wang Jiameng said to the two warriors beside him: "Go and tie up this hunter, take him to Xianwang City, and then we will make a fuss about it."

"Yes!" The two warriors quickly got off their horses and tied Wang Xian with a leather rope.

Wang Xian didn't break free, but was tied up firmly by two warriors.

A warrior pulled Wang Xian onto his horse, and the group galloped towards Xian Wangcheng.

After galloping for half an hour, the group drove into Xianwang City.

Xianwang City is full of high towers and pavilions, but the center of the city is an ancient and long-standing building complex.

Seeing the Wang family's old house, which has not changed its appearance after thousands of years, Wang Xian can no longer restrain his excitement. For thousands of years, he has been wandering outside. He thought that he had forgotten his hometown in order to seek Taoism and longevity. , But when I saw the old house and recalled the fragmentary life pictures in the past, I realized that my hometown has always been in my heart, and the longing for my loved ones has been suppressed.

"Father, mother, the unfilial son is back, after a thousand years of hardship." Wang Xian burst into tears, his body moved, and the leather rope on his body was shattered. In a flash, he swept into the old house of the Wang family and walked along the familiar road. The path slowly came to the hall.

"Not good! That thief broke free, hurry up and arrest him, he actually hid in the old house of the Wang family." Wang Jiaqi and Wang Jiameng used lightness kung fu and ran towards the old house of the Wang family.

Wang Xian walked slowly, recalling bits and pieces of his previous life.

On holiday, Wang drew his bow and shot arrows, one after another sharp arrows shot at Wang Xian, as if they were shot in different time and space, the sharp arrows never returned.

Wang Jiameng's beautiful eyes turned, and the figure flew over Wang Xian's head, and swung the long sword to chop Wang Xian's head.

With a bang, the long sword in Wang Jiameng's hand disappeared, and she realized that what she was holding in her wrist was just a ball of air. Only then did she realize that she had encountered a monster, and said sharply, "Monster! Monster! He is a monster!"

Wang Jiaqi was also a ghost, and said in a trembling voice: "Ah Da, Ah Er, hurry up and ask the fairy teacher in the city, they say that there is a monster breaking into the old house of the Wang family, let him get rid of the monster."

The two warriors had just climbed onto the wall, when they heard the young lady's words, they rushed out of the house like civet cats to invite the fairy master in the city.

With no distractions, Wang Xian was immersed in the memories of the past. When he came to the backyard where his parents lived, he saw that the backyard in front of him had become an ancestral hall, and there were memorial tablets enshrined in the ancestral hall.

Wang Xian bowed three times to the ancestral hall, walked into the ancestral hall, looked up, and saw that the middle of the central tablet of the ancestral hall was the tablet of his parents, burst into tears, fell down on the futon in front of the tablet with a plop, and cried: " The unfilial son Wang Xian pays homage to his parents and adults, a thousand years have passed, the child has wandered around, and has not yet found the way, and the parents and adults have passed away, sad, sad!"

A Taoist in a Taoist robe rushed into the backyard of the Wang family's old house with the support of a group of people, holding up a talisman to arrest Wang Xian.

Wang Xian shook his head with a bitter smile. He wanted to pay homage to his relatives, but he didn't expect to be disturbed.

Gangfeng Shenlong roared like thunder, and stared at those people with wide eyes.

The Taoist cultivation base was only at the empowerment stage. Seeing the dragon formed by the wind, he knew that the person the Wang family asked him to capture in front of him was at least a senior of the real gang stage. come, forgive me