On the plateau in March, the white clouds are reaching out to touch, the sky is clear and blue, and the white clouds are like tundra and as pure as crystals.

Standing on the street, mixed with Tibetan costumes, the snow-capped mountains come into view, the cool breeze is gentle, carrying the smell of Himalaya.

Walking on the streets of Lasa, walking on the bluestone road, looking at many people wearing Tibetan clothes and endless cars, the wind was filled with ease.

Finally, he can be himself. The name of "Wind Sound" is left for a few days. After all the achievements are completed, he can return to the past with dignity.

In order to complete the revenge plan that was waiting for a thousand years, he tried his best to approach Professor Feng Zhiyu and tried to obtain more information from Feng Zhiyu. With Feng Zhiyu's sudden death, his plan had to be terminated.

Although he has not achieved his goal completely, he has mastered a lot of valuable information, which is enough to help Fengshengji tribe members complete the revenge plan. He patted his backpack, and the treasure inside was the crystallization of his hard work in recent years.

With deep hatred, he understood and approached Professor Feng Zhiyu. This innate hatred seemed to make him feel that he came to this world to complete the tasks left by his ancestors.

In order to gain the trust of Professor Feng Zhiyu, he swallowed his anger and pretended to be stupid, and turned himself into an illiterate person who was not interested in meteorological science, which really made him feel so depressed.

In fact, he was confused about Professor Feng Zhiyu. During his long-term contact with Professor Feng Zhiyu, he developed a deep admiration for his character and knowledge. Many times, he even forgot about himself.

The mission, but the revenge plan rooted in the mind, will jump out and remind yourself to keep your mind clear, remember family hatred, and forget your personal grudges and revenge.

What is funny is that Professor Feng Zhiyu didn't know until his death that the person he lived with was his enemy, a person who wanted to destroy him.

He had a long plan to approach Professor Feng Zhiyu and was always looking for opportunities. Just when he was about to succeed, Feng Zhiyu suddenly died, which made him lose all his efforts.

To be precise, Feng Zhiyu's asthma was designed by Feng Sheng. Two years ago, he put a small amount of Jin Jing Artemisia powder into Professor Feng Zhiyu's tea, which induced his asthma. Because the amount was relatively small, the hospital could not check it at all.

After a long time, even Professor Feng himself accepted the reality of suffering from asthma. He understood that as the amount of powder of the genus Artemisia increased, his symptoms would become more and more obvious. The final result was that the brain was short of a long time

Blood, some brain function is missing. When Professor Feng Zhiyu feels powerless, he will tell all his research results to the people around him without missing a trace---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Just as his plan was about to become reality, Professor Feng Zhiyu suddenly passed away due to myocardial infarction, which made him feel a little regretful.

"Leica Valley!"

Feng Sheng looked at the towering Himalayas and thought to himself, yes, that's where the next destination. Perhaps there, a plan that has been hidden for thousands of years will be solved.

Now, he is not sure whether he has been wanted by the police, so it is better to be careful in everything.

Fengyin walked to the street, put his backpack on the stone road, unzipped the zipper, took out a small red box. He pressed the switch, opened the small box, and took out a yellowed note from it, which read it on it.

"Han East Road, Fengyang Inn, Manager Lin."

However, only a genius knows whether there is still a "Fengyang Inn".

If Fengyang Inn is still there, it has experienced hundreds of years of ups and downs and witnessed the bloody storms of the two major families. When they were very young, the wind heard about the "Fengyang Inn", where

It is the transfer inn of this family, which can provide you with necessary help. Everything is to find the family that has disappeared for nearly a thousand years, and then to eliminate the roots and take revenge.

Near the long-distance bus, there is a "Lao Niu Noodle Restaurant". Outside its door is the bus stop sign. Bus No. 103 above can reach Handong Road, but there is no "Fengyang Inn" there. Maybe you should try your luck.

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When Feng Sheng saw the sign hanging on the noodle shop door, he felt a little hungry. So he decided to solve the stomach problem first, then go to Handong Road, try his luck, and ask slowly, maybe there will be a turning point.

This is a Shaanxi noodle restaurant with eight rectangular tables placed on them with chopsticks and napkins and cardboard boxes. There are only a few people inside. They were eating while talking in a low voice. Fengsheng found a table against the corner of the wall.

, sit there, take off your backpack and put it on another chair.

A middle-aged woman, who looked like a proprietress, walked out of the bar, held a recipe in her hand, and smiled all over her face.

"Sir, what do you want to eat?" the boss asked in a Shaanxi accent, handing the recipe to Fengsheng.

Before the wind could speak, she continued, "Gourd chicken, Qishan sauce noodles? They are all very beautiful!"

Thinking of the important things that he had, Feng Sheng replied: "Just want a bowl of sauce noodles."

The boss's wife showed the whites of her eyes, snorted softly, her eyes full of contempt, and shouted loudly: "A bowl of Qishan sauce noodles! Only one bowl of noodles!" Then, she reached out and grabbed the recipe, twisted her plump butt, and walked away.

Back to the bar.

Ten minutes later, a big-wig sauce noodles were served and placed heavily in front of Feng Sheng. Feng Sheng laughed, pulled out a pair of chopsticks, picked up the noodles, and quickly ate them. He was too hungry.

Feng Sheng put down the bowl, pulled a napkin, then stood up, took out his wallet, took out a banknote, and walked to the bar to check out.

The proprietress didn't raise her head, took the money, took out a few small items from the bar, and handed them to Fengshen, and seemed to be unhappy.

Feng Sheng was thinking now, that was to hurry to Fengyang Inn, find Manager Lin, and then go to the Leka Valley, so he turned around and walked back to the table to get his backpack.

The backpack disappeared! The chair was empty.
Chapter completed!