The Order of Purple Thorn

If she was just venting her anger for Qing Hou and wanted to win the war, she might kill Nan Feng the moment she caught him. A Holy-ranked Nan Feng was unable to stop her.

The reason why he did not kill Nan Feng was because he wanted to dig out the secret behind Nan Feng's body. Hence, he gave DogLeopard an opportunity to rescue him.

Nan Feng was still alive, that was the only reason for the current situation. If he had killed Nan Feng, then the Nine States of Gods and Demons would definitely fight to the death with her and the Nether World.

"Impressive. One could tell that he is someone who does great things." The Pestle Feathered Emperor said.

"Still so imposing and imposing, don't be crazy about it, I have three Wife s." He glanced at Pestle Feathered Emperor.

"Sis, what are you saying!?" The pestle feather is too weak to withstand your words. " Pestle Feathered Emperor looked at him with dissatisfaction.

After saying that she would wait for Huang Gu who was working outside to return, she brought Pestle Feathered Emperor out to walk around, to see the local customs and limitless beauty of the Nine States of Gods and Demons.

Nan Feng took Wife to Nanfen Country for two days and then went to Purple Thorn Empire.

Nan Feng was currently very low key. After returning to the Purple Thorn Empire, he only stayed at home and would occasionally go out to walk around.

Nan Feng had a very deep affection for the Purple Thorn Empire. It had been more than eighty years since he came to this world, and he grew up here as a child.

To the commoners of Purple Thorn Empire, King of the town Nan Feng, the ninth stage Royal Cultivator had already become a legend. Only the older generation had memories, the young people only knew the name but had never seen the person.

The Flower King Street was still as noisy as ever, and many of the elderly passed away after experiencing the changes in the history of the Purple Thorn Empire. They regretted that they did not see the King of the town appear, nor did they see the night of light snow and petals filling the sky.

It was winter, the season for Purple Thorn Flower s, and the Purple Thorn Flower Festival arrived as scheduled. Nan Feng and Wife made a hot pot in the General Zhenguo's mansion's furnace to heat the fire.

After eating something, he looked at Nan Feng, "I think that type of petals rain."

Nan Feng smiled, did not refute Wife's wishes, and brought the three Wife s to the Flower King Street.

The Flower King Street was filled with beautiful flowers as the melodious sound of a zither and zither drifted in the air.

There was a stretch of road on the Flower King Street, the most bustling part of the road, and a stretch of empty space. There were no hawkers or tourists stopping, and there were many memories of the old people on the Purple Thorn Empire.

Nan Feng and Wife were not conspicuous in the crowd, because Purple Thorn Empire was flourishing, so everyone's attire was of a very high quality.

Reaching the blank area of Flower King Street, which was where he was supposed to be praying to Wife with the guitar, Nan Feng stopped in his tracks.

Nan Feng did not go and borrow the chair s, but took out a few chair s from the Heavenly treasure s for Wife to sit on, and took out his guitar.

"Fellow villagers, I wish to pray for the Wife's blessings. If everyone thinks I can play well, then I want to thank you all here." Just like back then, Nan Feng faced the spectators and raised his guitar.

"Who are you? No one is allowed to stay here, and blasphemy is not allowed to happen! " A man from Young people shouted.

"Ah Shun!" Come back, don't disturb the lord. " An old man with a head full of white hair, who had reached the end of his life, appeared using a walking stick to stop the young man.

"Ancestor …" The young man was very confused. This was the place where only the King of the town could ask for blessings, other people could not!

"Come back!" The old man waved at the young man, his hands already somewhat unsteady.

Nan Feng walked over and brought out another set of chair s for the old man to sit on. He recognised this old man as he was once a Supervisor cultivator.

After sitting down, Nan Feng tried out the sound of the guitar, and then closed his eyes and began to play.

"Do you really think I can close my eyes and not speak? I have long ago left the mundane world. I really believe that I have transcended the universe, I can turn all worries into smoke! He had never thought that the boundaries of his past and present lives would actually be so difficult to determine. "I have never read about the memories of reincarnation in this world of rolling dust …"

At this time, the Flower King Street calmed down. Other than Nan Feng's singing and Nan Feng's guitar, there was no other sound.

In reality, guitars had already become popular in the Purple Thorn Empire. Some of the musicians had specially studied on guitars, but no one would play a guitar in the Flower King Street. There was only one person that could play a guitar in the Flower King Street, only that person …

The rain of flowers filled the sky. Following the drizzling snow in the sky, the guitars sounded and everyone in Flower King Street knew that person had returned. The person who had changed their lives and the Purple Thorn Empire had returned.

They were all old, but every single Purple Thorn Flower Festival would always be there as guards, waiting for that person and that voice to appear. Now that it had actually appeared, to think that they would still be able to hear that voice even in their late thirties. Even if they immediately went back, they would not feel any regret.

Nan Feng liked the idea of playing the first part of the song here.

The rain of petals intertwined with the snow, falling onto a thick layer of the ground.

Suddenly, Nan Feng pressed down on the string of the guitar, making the sound stop, he then walked to the front of the old man, then took off his robes and covered the old man's face, then bowed and said, "Old man, have a safe trip!"

When Nan Feng played the guitar, he felt that the old man's life had come to an end.

"Sorry, it was my appearance that excited him." Nan Feng spoke to the other elders who were standing behind the old man.

"NO!" Lord King of the town, he left with a smile on his face. He left happily and without a trace of regret! We will all be the same, if we were to see the King of the town again in our lives, we won't regret it even if we leave the next moment! " An old man said.

Nan Feng wishes for everyone's lives to get better and better. The elders' health is good, your safety is good! Xie Dao, help me take care of the aftermath. " He cupped his fists to the surrounding people, and spoke to Xie Dao who had already been there for a while, and then left with Wife.

Nan Feng! Many youths guessed the name, but they did not dare to say or confirm it. At this moment, they finally understood, that there was only one person who could make their Ancestor agitated, and that was the King of the town that he had frequently appeared in the Flower King Street in the past. Their Ancestor stayed in the Flower King Street year after year, waiting for the King of the town.

Returning to the General Zhenguo's mansion, Nan Feng was a little disappointed. The most ruthless of all were the Time Blades, which could urge people to grow old. When he himself came to this world, the ordinary people of that generation had already reached the end of their lives.

"This is life. They are actually very happy. That old man left very peacefully. Perhaps to him, this is the same as having no regrets in life." He Yi said.

Nan Feng planned to leave. He still had things to do, so he had to return to the Xiansheng City to discuss with everyone about Leng Yunshan's treatment.

Nan Feng felt that a lot of times, life would return to its starting point after a round.

Would Leng Yunshan return to the origin point? Nan Feng didn't know, but he felt that the possibility of Leng Yunshan continuing to act evilly was not high. If she was still that extreme, then Spirit Sage Prefecture was her choice.