Xie pity asked: "Is this your grave? Is it your drink?"

He was so confused that he didn't understand what the ghosts had answered. He thought that the owner of the grave was dissatisfied. He was rushing to go and muttered, saying, "Know, I will leave."

Thanks for holding up the jar and climbing up, swaying and stepping. Who knows, did not take a few steps, suddenly the foot is empty, "squeaky" - the whole person fell a bunch of onions.

It turned out that there was a big pit in this graveyard. About to dig up and prepare to bury the dead, knowing that the dead have not yet been buried, let the first pity come in.

Thanks to the forehead at the edge of the pit, it hurts, and the more dizzy. He fainted for a while before struggling to climb, both hands are mud and blood, I do not know where to break.

He raised his hand and looked at it for a while, trying to climb out of the pit. But he just drank a jar of wine, his hands and feet were soft, so he didn't work hard, and he climbed down several times. Thanks for the pity, I went back to the bottom of the pit, and stunned the dark night sky for a while, very angry:

This pit is not too deep, why can't it climb?

The more I thought about the more angry, the pity couldnt help but mutter: "...I fucked."

Thank you for your pity. This is the first time he spit out the word from his mouth. The wonderful thing is that after he finished, his chest was sulking and it was a moment of distraction. Therefore, thanking the pity like a child who tasted the sweetness, struggling to kneel on the edge of the grave, raising his voice and swearing: "I am **** fuck!"

He patted the ground and shouted: "Is there anyone? Is there anyone who pulls me?!"

Of course no one. There is only a group of faint wildfires that do not go out. After the blessings fell, the ghost fire rushed over and seemed to want to pull him, but never touched. Xie pity didn't care about it at all, and he said: "Come and let me personally bury me!"

, climb or climb. Oh, thank you for being so easy to climb up on your own. Its already a mess, lying on the ground panting. For a long while, he rolled over and hugged himself.

Thanks for the small voice: "It's so cold."

He said very quietly, afraid of being heard. The fire was heard, and it flew over to his body. The flame suddenly turned a lot, and seemed to burn himself.

However, the wildfire is cold.

Even if it is close enough, burning will not bring a touch of warmth to the living.

In the middle of the night, thankfulness seems to have heard a tiny voice.

The sound seems to be far away, and the dream is also true. Desperately said: "God, please wait for me, wait for me... Please give me some more time... let me... let me..."

"..."

Thank you, "God? Is it calling me?"

However, even praying to him is useless.

Because, when he is God, there is nothing to do. Now, no longer the **** of him, nothing can be done.

......

"...His Royal Highness? Your Highness? Your Highness!"

Xie pity is awakened by the wind.

He barely opened his eyes and found himself lying in a small alley. The face of the wind letter hung on the top. When he saw him waking up, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then he dyed a few anger on his face and said: "His Royal Highness! What the **** are you doing? I dont say a word, I ran out for more than two days. If you don't come back, I can't help but leave them!"

Cheering slowly sat up and said: "Two days?"

When these two words were exported, he found that his throat was dry, his voice was hoarse, his brow was also jumping, his headache was splitting, and he seemed to remember something, and he seemed to remember nothing. Feng Xin was beside him and said: "Yes! Two days! Where have you been?! How did you get crazy like that?"

Did he get drunk for two days? Is he not in a wild graveyard? How can I lie here? And listening to the tone of the wind, thank you for an ominous premonition, said: "What happened to me?"

The wind letter is not good-spirited: "You are evil! Go everywhere, beat people everywhere, and go to the Yongan soldiers patrolling the streets! Before you did anything, I don't know!"

I heard that he actually stopped Yongan Bing, and he was shocked and said: "I stopped the soldiers? Then... what about the soldiers?"

Wind channel: "Fortunately, you were hit by me. You look like this. They think that you are a drunkard madman. After a few words, you don't pay much attention, or you will die. What happened to you? How do I? Seeing you look like drinking?"

Thanks for looking down, he is now full of mud and dirt, grabbing his hair, and its just as chaotic as if hes going to pull down the prisoner after the fall. Its like the nights sleep. Drunk madman.

For a moment, he got up and vaguely said: "Well... drink some."

The wind was still not responding, and said: "Hey? How can you drink alcohol? How much has it been drunk for two days?"

Seeing the wind letter, I can't believe it. I feel a little upset about the lack of reason. I walked forward and said, "I said something I didn't drink. I didn't do anything. Why can't I drink alcohol."

Fengxin didn't expect him to answer this way. He stumbled and chased him. "What is it that doesn't do? Why? Have you forgotten your Highness, because you can't break the ring, or how can you do it? You have to fly again. of."

"..." As soon as I heard the cultivation and soaring, I wouldnt want to listen again and speed up my pace. Wind channel: "His Royal Highness!"

He chased him up again, hesitating for a moment, saying: "What happened? Tell me?"

Listening to the wind letter so cautiously asked, thank you for opening your mouth, and want to stop.

If you don't find someone to say it, he may be going to collapse. But he is not sure, what will be the reaction of the wind letter after speaking out.

He does not dare to gamble.

Seeing him sluggish, the wind and the letter said: "Really, it is not murder, arson, robbery, what else can you tell me?"

Hearing that "it is not killing and arsoning," Xie pity suffocated.

If he had already given birth to a little shake and a little luck, then this moment was completely broken. Xie pity lowered his head, turned and continued to walk, vaguely said: "Nothing... just, I am really tired. You..." He was trying to make an excuse, suddenly found something on the side of the cheeks, and stopped. Road: "What happened to your face?"

The wind and letter touched the cheeks, it seemed to touch the pain, and the muscles pumped. The thing on his face is a scar. Moreover, a bandage was wrapped around one arm and carefully wrapped in layers.

This bandage is definitely not a wind-fighting bandage. However, thankful is the injury under the bandage. He said, "How are you injured?"

With the skill of the wind, the mortal can not easily hurt him, and the injured is still the arm. Fengxin didn't take it for granted. He said, "Oh, nothing, those rogues are stumbling."

Thanks for being suspicious, said: "Is it the locals who sold art that day?"

Wind channel: "It's them."

Thanks to the pity: "Why are they going to marry your booth?" Then they suddenly realized, "Because we admit defeated that day, but you went to the stage again, so they came to chase you?"

This is mostly the case. After understanding the reason, Xie pity suddenly a rage.

He bluntly said: "Don't go!"

The wind letter is full of carelessness: "Take them! I want to go. I admit defeat is you, not me. I don't admit defeat anyway, no regrets, I just want to sell art there, they can take it in addition to sneaking and throwing things away. How am I? This time I am not prepared, I will not be next time, I am not afraid of them when I fight!"

After listening to this, the sudden sigh of sorrow and sorrow dissipated and was replaced by a guilty guilt.

The wind is so convinced that he is still dejected by himself alone. How can he live up to the loyal attendant who has not given him this step?

Thinking of this, thank you with a sigh, said: "I'm sorry, Fengxin."

After a glimpse of the wind, I waved my hand and said, "What are you doing under the Highness and I say sorry, is this not nonsense?"

Thanks to pity: "These days are all you earning money alone, and you are working hard."

Wind channel: "As long as you practice well, fly again soon, stronger than anything!"

He also heard the word "flying up" and thanked him with a heavy nod.

The king and the queen were shackled by the wind and believed that they had prayed for a few days. When he saw him back, the Queen was happy to make another meal. Thanks for the unbearable heart, took the bowl of the wind letter, and replaced him. No sleep for one night.

On the second day, Fengxin got up early and went out to pray.

However, although he has already played the spirit of 120,000 points, he is still unable to concentrate.

This is just like everyone knows that the only way to get ahead is to study hard. However, among the 10,000 people, how many of them can really do the hard work and hard work? In the same way, even if he tells himself in his heart that there are no distractions in 10,000 times, how can he say that he can do it?

For more than a dozen days, the progress of cultivation has stagnated, and nothing has been gained. Especially in the middle of the night, the wind letter dragged the tired body back, and asked the queen to see if he had progress today. Thanks for the tremendous pressure that was unspeakable.

But he did not dare to tell the truth, only vaguely answered the progress, so the wind letter and the queen were very happy. Its not a way to go on for a long time. Two months later, Xie Li finally could not let this situation continue.

One day, Fengxin returned late at night, and the two men were eating the leftovers left yesterday at the table. Eating and eating, thanked him and said to him suddenly: "I am afraid I have to leave for a while."

When I was convinced of the meal, I stumbled: "Ah? Leave? Where are you leaving?"

Thanks slowly and calmly: "I am going to find a quiet place with a good aura, retreat and practice."

If the land of cultivation is full of aura, it will be of great benefit to the practitioners. Before, thanks to the fact that he could not make up his mind to leave his parents and two attendants, and this has been unable to pull out. Right now, he changed his mind. The wind letter didn't think much, said: "Great! Your Highness, you should have done this! Cleaning is the most effective."

Thanks for the nod, he paused and said: "When I left, I was bothered to look after the father and the emperor."

Fengxin was about to answer, but hesitated for a moment. Although it was fleeting, but thanks to his familiarity, how can he not see his hesitation in this moment?

At this moment, the owner of the house said: "You go. The lonely king does not need to be looked after."

Fengxin and Xie pity put down the tableware and looked into the room. The lord did not rest, heard their conversation, and made a sound. Xie pity shook his head and whispered: "Its reluctant." Fengxin smiled, then = "Your Highness is relieved. That's for sure."

Now he is very happy, but thank you for not forgetting, only before, the wind letter seems to hesitate for a moment before answering, as if there are other concerns.

However, think about him and think that maybe it is wrong. Apart from them, the wind letter does not know other people, and there is no other concern. What other concerns can there be? I dont want to, but I will consider tomorrows itinerary.

The next day, Xie Pity took a simple bag and said goodbye to his parents and the letter.

He walked on foot for a few dozen miles, and after a few days of sleep, he finally found a secluded mountain that is suitable for the place of repair. Some investigations, thanking the pity first is a glimpse, then, the heart is ecstasy:

"Too lucky... The feng shui is very good here, it is a rare hole in the sky!"

Unlucky until now, actually suddenly came to work, thank you for some unbelievable, repeated confirmation, this is no doubt. This is really an apocalyptic treasure. If you can practice for a few months here, you will be able to do more with less and make more progress!

Thanks for seeing hope, the mood of bleakness has been clear for a while, and my heart is full of joy: "Father, mother, father, and so on. I will be back soon!"

Walking along the steep and rugged mountain road for three or four hours, Xie Li finally entered the depths of this Lingshan before sunset.

Walking through the heavy woods, it is obvious that you are getting closer and closer to the origin of the aura. The steps of thankfulness are getting more and more brisk. Who knows, just as he was picking up the location of the repair, there was a sudden flow of footsteps behind him.

Such a secluded mountain land, there will be so many footsteps, thank you for looking back. Unexpectedly, this look, his smile on his lips froze.

Behind him, there were many people, about thirty, tall and chunky, with different looks and costumes, but without exception, they were all priests. The minority is the last priest of Heaven, and most of them are the same priests in the heavenly court.

Among them, the awesome still stood the last few small priests when they hit the road to rob!

They saw pity, their looks changed slightly, they pulled this, and they whispered, and they didnt know what to say. And when they saw them, the hand of thankfulness shook a little.

Both sides are opposite each other. For a long while, there was a cough who coughed over there and said, "So smart, I have met Prince Edward here."

"Yeah, how come the Prince of God has come here?"

"..."

Thanks a little bit, and tried to calmly and calmly replied: "I came here to practice."

Although he is not the same today, but Xie pity is still trying to speak in the same tone as when he was not shackled, not letting himself whisper, nor letting himself be short-sighted.

The opposite officer smiled and said: "More skillfully, we are also coming to practice."

"Yeah, yeah, I didn't expect to hit a place. Hehehe..."

It turned out that this place was a blessing, not only discovered by him. These dozens of priests are also fancy.

In the face of such a situation, Xie pity hesitated. Do you want to practice with so many **** officials?

To be honest, he resisted practicing with other priests. First, he came to retreat and retreat. If you can't be alone, you have to be disturbed with so many people. Some people like to practice in groups, "I have a good care for each other", but thank you for always retiring alone.

Second, after the last road robbery, he now sees the gods who used to deal with the past, and he feels uneasy. He always feels that the other persons eyes are so uncomfortable. For example, at this moment, he has a kind of use by everyone. The subtle gaze examines his illusion, and so he has no intention to practice.

Although, for the sake of Fudi, there is a rule that is first-come-first-served. As long as it is tough enough, thank you can say that I am coming first. Please look for another place to practice, but those few people who broke his robbery. The priest is on the opposite side, not too strong. Moreover, he occupied a blessed land by himself, and drove away so many priests, and he said he was also overbearing. Even though she refused to practise with other priests, she could not do anything. For a moment and a half, he couldn't find another aura of cleanliness, so he nodded and said, "Yeah, it's too clever. Then I am advanced, please take care of yourself."

When you say it, you want to leave in a hurry and find a quietest cave. Who knows, he just turned around and there is a **** official behind him: "And slow?"

Thanks for the rest, he turned back and wondered: "What?"

Some of the thirty priests exchanged their eyes and some whispered. Speaking, stand up one person and smile. "There is a lot of good fortune in the past." Is this one, let us give it to you?"

Thank you for your pity for a while, and this is how it reacts.

What do they mean by letting him leave alone?

Inexplicable, deceiving too much!

A **** rushed to his head on the spot. Thanks for thinking: "I came first. I didn't let you leave. Why do you still let me go?"

But he is also not good at rash. After a moment of silence, the fingers holding the binding belt slowly grasped, and prayed hard and said: "You, what is this?"

A sacred official said: "This...hasnt you already said it?...The temple has been occupied by the princes of the Prince."

Xie pity interrupted him: "But what does it have to do with this? Is it that I have had a lot of spirituality in the past, and I will not be allowed to practice again in the future?"

The priest was blocked by him, and he didnt talk. Xie pity and try to be calm and authentic: "But also, I don't understand very well, and I am not practicing here. You can't cultivate here here. Is it a very common thing to share spiritual cultivation? What are you doing? Why? Must I let me go?"

At this time, I only heard someone say: "... don't pretend to be stupid. There are already thirty people. You are practicing here, and others can cultivate something..."

Although the man was quickly pressed by others, thank you for understanding it in an instant.

That's it!

The aura of a blessed land is limited. When practicing, if one person occupies half of the time, the later person can only occupy the other half. And if one of them accounts for 80%, the other person can only account for 20%. The stronger the ability to absorb aerobics for your own use, the more aura you can take.

These priests are worried that if he is practicing here, he will take up most of his aura. And the rest of the Aura gives them more than 30 people, and everyone has nothing left!

I figured this out, and the blood in the brain was more fierce. He clenched his fist and said coldly: "...I want to practice here."

There is a sacred official on the opposite side: "His Royal Highness, we are respectful of you, and now I am willing to call you a Prince. You are the mortal body at the moment, why bother to rob us of the spirit?"

Thanks to pity: "Since I am a mortal body, you are all priests, then I am practicing here. What are you afraid of? If I don't leave, would you still force me away?"

That is of course not acceptable. If a mortal is not overgrown, the priest is arrogant to him, and he is to be punished. The priests really can't help him. However, thank you for forgetting one thing.

Just as he stubbornly confronted the 30 or so priests, he suddenly said, "The imperial elders are smashed down, and the bones are harder. Not only will they rob the mortals, but they will also collide with the priests, hahaha!"

When I heard this sentence, thank you for being like an ice cave!

He jerked his head up and saw that he was talking to an inconspicuous lower-level priest, but it wasn't any of the priests who broke that thing that day!

Sure enough, they have already said it! The genius is not the illusion of pity, everyone is really looking at him with that subtle vision. Everyone knows that all these priests know it! ! !

In an instant, thankfulness seems to have suddenly been smashed out of the bones, and the arrogance of the whole body has disappeared. The eyes are trying to congestively, turning their heads stiffly, looking at the little priests, dumb voice: "...you said, Will not tell others."