Those years of farming in the mountains

Pale light, dark clouds.

The thunder is like a sword cutting stabs, covering the sky and covering the earth, piercing the hot and scorching air one after another, leaving traces weaving together, like one after another huge trees hanging down from the sky, each leaf is brilliant and silvery, fleeting Roaring and blooming in the roar of the wind.

Thunder roared.

The rain is falling, crackling!
Xiao Nian has experienced too many times in the world, and Chen Yu knew that his head was full of the power of thunder, so he avoided it for the time being. He saw that his whole body was wrapped in mana like flowing water, and every time a thunderbolt fell, he would be taken lightly. It was unloaded, and it exploded in the clouds and rain beside it.

Pass through the sky clouds and fly to the top of the sea of ​​clouds first.The Yuanshen resides high on the Lingtai, looming, and using the technique of attracting thunder, the agile floating light is like an invisible big hand grasping around, kneading the unruly and violent thunder under his feet.

The lightning ball was huge, about three feet long, and the thunder and lightning surging inside was almost liquefied, filling the field of vision with silvery white.

However, compared with the boundless and boundless Leihai below him, he looks petite, too exquisite and delicate.

Chen Yu stared fixedly, with a calm expression.This group is not comparable to the mighty force of heaven and earth, not to mention that lightning can penetrate spirituality, and excessive lightning gathered near the side will affect the next arrangement and action.

Furthermore, compared to the thunder clusters captured and gathered when it was the Inner Ming Thunder Mark, the movement of this one is already several times larger.

That's enough for now.

He secretly thought that the thunder marks integrated into the flesh can absorb and transform the thunder, making it more gentle and easy to control.

As expected, when building a large cycle, external forces need to be constantly impacted. This tamed electric light is undoubtedly more suitable for transition than the manic, intermittent and unsustainable natural thunder and lightning.

Not only that, Chen Yu looked around, hundreds of thousands of thunder lights roared into the sky, and sometimes exploded into glaring white waves. Looking closer, it was a scene that was enough to make the liver tear.

After all, the Lei Guang Group is just the beginning, and everything is going well. The mana, spirit, and various forces in the body will be built in one body in the near future, and it will no longer be chaotic and heterogeneous today.

However, what is needed to suppress these forces cannot be satisfied by a weak lightning drawn by one or two spells.

Only the violent Lei Hai in front of him met his requirements.

"In the end, turn the entire thundercloud into a furnace, and use the mighty power to refine your body."

He muttered and made a lot of preparations for this.

Thoughts swell and disperse, these things have to wait until the initial formation of the cycle before you can think about it carefully. At that time, the three dharmas will be unified, all things will be merged, and they will be sublimated together with the spirituality. The restless power must not be stable enough. The shackles of the scars are really to meet the long thunder pouring, and use the catastrophe as a hammer to break the shackles that have haunted the body and spirit for a long time.

Exhale like a dragon, and the wind howls.

At this moment, with a wave of his hand, more than a hundred spiritual texts flew out:

Using clouds and air as lines, it is drawn into a spirit-gathering array to attract the spirit of the sky; the rotation technique and the flesh and blood purification technique rely on the bone meridian to carry it silently, amplifying every ray of qi and blood; The weak vitality was cut off during the tearing... One hundred orifices, summoning the gods, breathing, etc. were all used at this time.

At this moment, his state has reached its peak!
Then the magic power fell silent, and the primordial spirit sprinkled a layer of golden yellow, which immediately disappeared between the eyebrows. It left the Niwan and chose to sink into the depths of consciousness, isolating everything.

On the other side, Leihen operated independently, and a dozen chains shot out from the Leiguang ball and inserted into the flesh.

Plop!The electric light struck flesh and blood, and the primordial blood without mental suppression began to boil.

Heartbeat.At the right time, he lowered his body, which had dissipated its brilliance and blocked its mana, and fell face up in the silver-mercury rippling thunderball.

boom!
The spirit sealing technique that had been planted in the body earlier was broken, and the power of sealing the spirit was no longer there, and the spiritual light all over his body burst suddenly.

According to the plan, he let it go, calmed his mind, and waited in the emptiness.

The primordial blood is surging, during which five colors are bred, entangled like dew.Floating clouds, messing with Bai Lei.In this mist and invisible, the thunder light group disintegrated mixed with the ruddy blood, and the mist rose up.

In a trance, the spirit-gathering array was activated, and the fluffy Lingxi came from the pole of the sky three thousand feet away.

Combined with the chaotic mist, it gradually arched and turned into a jade-white portal.

——The portal is opened, the starlight is misty, and the sublimation officially begins.

At the same time, Chen Yu also fell into a situation of no self and no other.

In the outside world, just as he expected, the primordial blood squeezed every inch of blood and bones, the skin and flesh were exhausted, the muscles were weakened, and the consciousness gradually became blank. broken!
Everything is turned into nutrients, and at the same time, it has the beauty of qi, blood and spirit, and it is all poured into the jade-colored portal.

The pure spirits rush out from it, and the bits and pieces gather together, turning into waves and rivers, pouring out, like the Milky Way bursting its embankment, the waves intertwined with the spirit clouds hit a hundred feet high, pushing the golden mountain down like a jade pillar, and falling against the sky .

Boom! !

Resounding across the mountains and seas!The world is silent!
The next moment, Lingxi swarmed out endlessly, crushing Yumen with invincible momentum and piercing Leihai.

There was a buzzing sound, but I saw a handful of brilliant rainbow lights shining from the top of the clouds, piercing through the dark clouds and piercing directly into the ground.

Among the brilliance, a round of great sun is dyed with rosy clouds, and the golden brilliance is particularly eye-catching.

There is a county chronicle in Fan Shiji that records this day: the sky is bright, the flames are bright, and the clouds of oil and ink are all muddy, but when you hear the thunder, you can see it as if the sky is collapsing.

……

Haizhou.

The southeast corner of Daliang is a boundary that not many people know about. Qian Xuanzhong brought his wife, mother and family, and a group of five people came here from Jinzhou.

The slightly drunken atmosphere carries the fishy smell of the sea.

It seems as if the waves are rolling in front of you, like facing the sea.

There are three lakes in Haizhou, all of which are connected to the East China Sea. It is rumored that there are evil dragons in the sea. Every time the last quarter moon, that is, on the 23rd and 49th, the coastal areas will send boys and girls with a combination of yin and yang on their birthdays. It will call the wind and call the rain, rushing to attack the sky with waves.

The people of the sea were miserable, the government was cowardly, and the upper echelons of the state government colluded with the evil dragon, searched for children from the people, and at the same time dug three feet to steal money, grain and cloth. into the sea.

At that time, thunderclouds billowed, torrential rain poured down, and the rivers and seas were overturned for more than ten days. After that, the scribes never left, but the evil dragon also disappeared, and the coast returned to peace and tranquility.

"Just listen to Master Jing taking his time, and the paper roll in his hand cut open the sea and sky, revealing all kinds of jewels and jade corals underneath, and the evil dragon is entrenched on a pearl the size of a human head, and his whole body is filled with gold and silver."

In the tavern, there were not many spectators, but it was far less depressing and dignified than other state capitals. There were seven or eight people scattered and chatting with the storyteller's frustrating words, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Snapped!
"There are thousands of treasures, and the price is priceless, but in the eyes of Lord Jing, they are like floating clouds, and they can't even compare to the embroidered handkerchief of the beautiful wife at home... At that time, he suddenly stared, and his beard and hair suddenly changed color. You should know, Jing What are you looking at from under that dragon?"

Slap!A copper coin was thrown onto the stage, and some spectators jokingly joked: "Old Lu, don't be fooled, I've heard this story so many times, hurry up!"

Others chimed in.

The old man surnamed Lu was not angry either, he just followed the other person's words, picked up the copper in his pocket with a smile, and said: "That evil dragon likes to eat human flesh, and he especially likes the heart and soul of young children."

"Master Jing just opened his eyes, and his eyes turned red from the mountain of white bones. The baby was petite and his skeleton was as white as snow. He was supposed to be babbling in the arms of his parents, but now he was swallowed by a dragon." belly."

The storyteller danced and danced while talking, mobilizing the atmosphere word by word. He had told this passage countless times, and he knew what tone and wording could better mobilize emotions.

So he became more and more sincere, raised his head and stomped his feet, and told the children as if looking up to the sky and sighing, as if he had witnessed with his own eyes, a mountain of white bones lay in front of him.

As if the autumn wind was blowing, the meaning of sorrow permeated, and there was someone who had deep empathy, and couldn't help covering his face and weeping.

"Master Jing was furious. He brandished the scroll and reprimanded the evil dragon for all kinds of sins. His tongue burst into spring thunder, and it turned into a precious light, beating the evil dragon howling and howling!"

The old man saw that it was almost the same, so he changed the subject and started to continue the story of Fighting the Evil Dragon alone. The clever words made people's blood boil.

"it is good!"

"well played!"

"Master Jing is doing great!"

Qian Xuanzhong was sitting in the corner, and beside him was Qian Sheng, a member of the same clan who followed him to Haizhou. Before he found his mother, it was Qian Sheng and his wife who were taking care of Yang Huanyu all the way.

Later, when they met, they had been working for him.

"The story is pretty good, less..."

Qian Sheng said something, even if he traveled thousands of miles and had a lot of knowledge, Fang Cai couldn't help but fall into it, being aroused by the storyteller, and immersed in the scene of Shen Jing fighting the evil dragon.

However, as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he suddenly paused, and looked at the one-armed young man across the table, his expression darkened.

I still remember that when I was still in Qiyang, the gate of the mountain was still there, the old sect master led everyone to build a great foundation, but in the blink of an eye, catastrophes and man-made disasters happened, and they were completely wiped out.

The young master is no longer the young master of the past, and now they have wandered thousands of miles to Haizhou, and they are far from being called Yuanyangmen.

On the other hand, Qian Xuanzhong didn't care. He was not the son of the so-called master of the Yuanyang sect, nor the young master of the Qian family.

"How is Ya'er recently?"

He asked about his wife's recent situation. He had been on the go before, and after leaving Jinzhou, he found out that she was pregnant halfway, and then went straight to Haizhou instead of Jianye as originally planned.

Qian Xuanzhong didn't know what mood he was in. Perhaps the reason for fleeing to this remote place was not only the consideration of his mother's recovery, but also his wife and the child in her womb.

He was in a trance for half a day because of the blood connection.

He didn't tell Qian Sheng, nor did he elaborate with his relatives. On the night when he learned the news, Qian Xuanzhong went outside to buy drinks alone. He had never touched alcohol since he broke his arm. Very down to earth.

At this moment, Qian Sheng replied that Shuya was fine and the fetus was also healthy.

In fact, Shu Ya has been very well protected by Qian Xuanzhong, even though she is still cold and seldom talks, but several people can tell, especially Shu Ya, it is rare to get tired of him every day since she got married. together.

"Get a family and start a business...with a family, Xiao Zhong will not mess around."

What Yang Huanyu said back then came to Qian Sheng's mind.

At that time, they had just settled in Jinzhou in the wind and rain, and the old man strongly urged the two to get married. Now it seems that this is not unreasonable.

Shaking his head, these have nothing to do with him. Qian Sheng has undergone major changes, and he is no more complicated than the young master. Now he only wants to take good care of the family, including his wife and the old lady.

Oh, and the future young master.

Or little miss?

When people are stable, it is inevitable that they will have imaginations.

After all, Haizhou is no better than other places. Qian Xuanzhong and others who came from outside can clearly feel the peace here, as gentle as the sea breeze.

Beside, Qian Xuanzhong, who could hear the reply, was silent.

The storyteller on the stage was still talking, adding a lot of new items to the familiar plots, enlivening the atmosphere and arousing bursts of laughter.

He looked over, it was already noon, the shop was full of people, and many people were seated.

His eyes are quiet, his right arm is empty, just like Qian Xuanzhong's heart covered with shadows, the clearly lively scene is so strange and far away, as if it cannot be touched.

At this time, a charming face with a sweet smile appeared in my mind, and the gentleness and care in the daily life were poured into the bottom of my heart like a warm current.

Something was melting, and the roar of voices rushed towards him.

She pursed her lips, sighed leisurely, finally closed those eyes, and just listened to the exaggerated performance of the people on stage speechlessly.

……

Wen Song has been very unlucky recently.

He went out of the city with a letter from his elders to recommend him to study as a teacher and learn more, but he didn't want to be released not far from the capital's most benevolent place, and all the seven or eight people with him were kidnapped and taken to the bandit village.

Then before the stockade could be seen clearly, even where the bandit leader took him back, a group of people attacked, and then the stockade was wiped out.

The only thing to be thankful for is probably that he survived the eyeless sword.

Unfortunately, this group of new gangsters seems to be more rampant and bloodthirsty than the previous group-this thin scholar saw with his own eyes that the other party was unreasonable and killed as soon as they arrived in the cottage. Not long ago The ferocious gangster who was still showing off his might and power to them fell to the ground in a blink of an eye, crying and begging, and was immediately beheaded and hung on a stake to dry.

"Everyone! My lord, Chen Qingzhong, people on the road are more respected than me, and I have the nickname of Guo Jiangqing!"

The leader of the Xin Bandit is a ferocious middle-aged man. Wen Song huddled in the crowd like an ostrich, not daring to look up at the vicious opponent, and even more afraid of the bloody headless corpse that could be seen when he raised his eyes.

As for what Guo Jiangqing said, he couldn't hear a word of it. He only regarded it as some threatening words. The gangsters on the left and right couldn't say anything good, and they just wanted them to do coolies again. Life and death in the forest.

The sages are above, the disciple's heart to serve the country with fists and fists, collapsed halfway here, it is sad and lamentable...

On the stone steps, Chen Qingzhong, who deliberately tidied up his face and felt that he was already 'friendly' enough, smacked his lips. It was a rare experience to be able to speak in front of so many people.

Ok?Why is that man shaking his head?
Thinking back to the bandits' style here, he sighed inwardly, he seemed to be another poor person who was tortured by Heifengzhai so that he didn't look like a human being.

Thinking about it this way, that black servant just now should be hacked into pieces, and it would look cheap to the other party if he cut it flat.Chen Qingzhong raised his head and saw the corpse on the wooden stake on the top thinking.

This is not bad, and with such an end, presumably the young man who was made into a hemicephaly at the bottom should also be able to calm down.

The more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, maybe the other party was happy now.Talking like this, I also felt a little more excited about eliminating evil and punishing rape, so under Wen Song's horrified gaze, the bandit leader in front of him asked his subordinates to hang all the bandits on bamboo poles and wooden stakes!
They lived and died one by one, most of them peeled off layers of skin and felt uncomfortable, moaning and crying endlessly.

hiss--

This bandit!So violent!

Trembling, he lowered his head, not daring to stand out.