Tripod Reverses the Heaven

It's Nie Qian. It's definitely Nie Qian. Although her face is full of deep grooves and folds, and her hair is gray, she won't admit her mistake.

This is the beautiful wife he failed to live up to, and this is the beautiful wife who has waited for him for a hundred years. This is the beautiful wife who once had children for him and waited for him to go home as soon as possible

"Qian'er?"

The ancient style extremely suppressed his voice and emotion. He was afraid that his voice would hurt the white headed old woman who looked dying in front of him.

The white headed old woman in front of her seems to be in her old age. It seems that a gust of wind can blow it, which makes the ancient wind have to be careful and walk on thin ice everywhere.

"Qian'er, is that you? I am, I am - the wind! "

With a soft call, the corners of the ancient wind's eyes immediately slipped down a line of hot tears. At this moment, his heart was so sour that his whole heart was pulled together.

Pain, pain through the heart, pain breaks the liver and intestines!

He walked slowly forward, tried to get close and put the white headed old woman in his arms. But I'm afraid I can't control the immortal popularity machine and hurt her. She looks so fragile!

The ancient wind trembled and drew closer slowly step by step. Although it was only three feet away, he felt that this distance was longer than Chengxian road.

"Qian'er, I'm the wind. I'm back. I'm back. You look at me. You look at me!"

Gu Feng stopped. He slowly fell down, clubbed with his hands, and moved his body forward slowly. He tried to make his eyes look at the white headed old woman's eyes. However, the other party's eyes were still so empty. As if her eyes were really pierced.

Eyes want to wear, people do not return!

"Old woman, you're waiting for someone to come back. Don't you get up and look at him?"

Suddenly, a loud cry came from under the watchman's stage, which immediately brought the hearts of a large group of people together, and many people were moved to tears quietly.

Then more people began to shout. Some people call it "old woman", some people call it "Nie Xianzi", others call it "old lady".

However, no matter how people call her or call her, she always keeps her original posture and turns a blind eye to any voice and things outside. She held the bluestone pillar tightly.

The heart of the ancient wind was also firmly pulled together, and the tears in the corners of his eyes had already rolled down. When he saw the scratch on the bluestone pillar, the whole man was so sad that he almost fainted.

There are indeed numerous scratches on the bluestone pillar, ranging from deep to shallow, old to new. With the cultivation of ancient style, we can naturally see that the scratches are scratched up day by day.

In other words, the white headed old woman in front of her was waiting for a day and drew a trace on the blue stone pillar. More than 100 years have passed, she is old, she is insane, she... Is just instinctively rowing the bluestone pillar!!!

"Ah... Ah... Ah..."

Finally, the ancient wind could no longer be controlled. He rushed up and roared in the nine days, venting his depression heartily. His true immortal Qi machine, unscrupulously covering the surrounding area, cast a shadow over the whole dragon region, and no one can breathe happily. The three roars were like thunder, shaking the mountains and shaking the earth. The sound waves were higher and higher. I don't know how many meteorites were shattered. At this moment, the whole dragon kingdom was as terrible as the end of the world. It was dark and low!

However, there is only one place except the watchtower. The whole watchtower was protected by a white halo. No matter how earth shaking it was outside, it was still calm inside. The white headed old woman inside still kept her original posture and was not disturbed.

"Ah... Why? Why is that? Who will explain it to me? "

It was a roar again and again, and suddenly the world collapsed.

However, these roars were obviously targeted. They were directed at the wuliangzong behind the watchman's platform.

According to the ancient custom, when he left, he entrusted his wife and children to wuliangzong. How can wuliangzong let Nie Qian practice himself like this? What's Li Mingyang doing? Let the wind and frost erode the red temples? Let the years deprive her of her youth? Let her sit on the watchtower like this, dying?

"Gu Feng, are you... Finally back?"

Not long ago, a "powerful" figure really rushed out from the direction of wuliangzong. After seeing the ancient wind, the man was surprised and happy!

Still far away, the ancient wind recognized someone. It was Wu Xutian, one of the two saints of wuliangzong in the past, who had not ignored the ancient wind. However, in today's ancient style, he has no time to lose his smile because of his anger and anger.

On the contrary, he always had a gloomy face. When Wu Xutian was five feet away from him, he blocked the other party with an invisible air wall.

"Ancient wind, you..."

After being shut down, Wu Xutian's smile froze immediately.

Gu Feng ignored him because there were two more people behind him. One is the kunba saint, one of the two saints, and the other is Li Mingyang, the founder of wuliangzong, whom the ancient style has been looking forward to!

"You... Are back!"

Li Mingyang also stopped five feet away. His arm stretched, as if to touch the ancient style, but it was also blocked.

Similarly, like Wu Xutian and Kun Ba, he was surprised and happy when he saw the ancient style.

Brush!

Gu Feng's sharp eyes stared at him all at once.

He arched his hand slightly and said stiffly, "please forgive me. My knee is too hard to give you a gift!"

"You..."

The archaic attitude immediately changed the color of the three people.

The most angry kunba saint was angry on the spot.

He shouted at the old wind: "bastard boy, who are you talking to? You ungrateful thing, have you forgotten who worked hard to save you and protect you? If there were no wuliangzong in those years, where would today's Qingtian King come from? Your wings are hard. You can turn your face and don't recognize people, can you? "

Then, Wu Xutian, who had a relatively mild temper, pulled down his face and said, "you boy, I didn't say you. How can you do things without asking the reason? Don't ask? We know you have resentment, but should you let us explain it? Do you really forget your kindness when you talk to the patriarch like this? "

"I just want to know what's going on at the watchman's desk below, and why the things I explained when I left have become like this? The white headed old woman below, that's my favorite wife, but you... Watched her trample on herself like this! "

The tone of the ancient style is still very heavy, and his face is still blue and embarrassed.

Up to now, he has not removed his coercion. The whole dragon territory is still as terrible as the end of the world.