Feng Hao was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and looked at Sun Wukong, who happened to be looking at him with a blank expression.
The two people looked at each other speechlessly.
It is true that the fire spirit in the Five Elements Spirit is Suzaku, but Feng Hao always feels that this fire spirit has something to do with the crane demon from China.
Otherwise, why would there be a scene of fire spirits falling from the sky after the Five Elements Spirits entered the Land of Mist?
Sun Wukong's eyes lit up and he said: "Where did the fire spirit come from?"
? Gusu Ziheng hesitated for a while, wondering whether he should tell Sun Wukong, but when he thought of the flying sword in the air sea, he felt that not telling Sun Wukong would be a very ungrateful thing.
Before this, they all had the idea of killing Sun Wukong.
Gusu Ziheng glanced at the other Qi Practitioners, then raised his hands towards Sun Wukong and said, "Senior, if you don't mind, you can come with us..."
"Young Sect Master!"
The other eleven sword masters screamed in surprise, but they soon realized that this scream was very inappropriate.
It seems... there is absolutely no need to exclaim. If there are two powerful people walking with me, how can I worry about not getting a chance? The Qi refiners of other sects are just chickens and dogs.
Young sect master’s famous name!
Just when Gusu Ziheng agreed because Sun Wukong would do it, he found that Sun Wukong turned around and went to recruit the silent young man.
Gusu Ziheng was stunned. Is this young man more powerful than Sun Wukong who can temper the flying sword with just one breath?
"Feng Hao, there must be something fishy about this matter. I suspect that the spirits of the five elements entered the misty land and dispersed. It just so happened that the fire spirit descended in this area..." Sun Wukong said in a message.
It would be better for these Qi refiners not to know about the Five Elements Spirits.
"Well, you can stay and take a look temporarily." Feng Hao nodded.
"Okay! I, Old Sun, will listen to you."
Sun Wukong blinked, obviously very interested in this action. He pressed Gusu Ziheng's shoulder and said: "Your grandpa is very interested, but if you kid deceives your grandpa, be careful to take a stick from me."
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Sun Wukong took out the golden cudgel directly from his ear. As soon as the golden cudgel came out, Gusu Ziheng clearly felt the uneasiness and fear of the flying sword in his body.
Gusu Ziheng looked at the golden cudgel, and the other qigong masters of the Sword Sect also stared at the golden cudgel, with blazing colors in their eyes.
As a Qi Refiner, he is quite sensitive to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The moment the Golden Cudgel appeared, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth directly formed a hole in the restaurant and absorbed it all. It was simply overbearing.
Moreover, it can be big or small, long or short, it is so fascinating...
After Sun Wukong absorbed a wave of faith, he took back the golden cudgel with satisfaction and hooked his hand towards the restaurant owner who was hiding behind the counter.
The owner of the restaurant, his body shaking like chaff, ran up to Sun Wukong, bent over and said with a flattering smile: "What orders does the Immortal have?"
Among the people, ordinary people call Qi practitioners who can breathe out the spiritual energy of heaven and earth called "Shangxian".
The owner of this restaurant is just an ordinary person, but because he is close to the mountain with abundant spiritual energy, he often interacts with the Qi Refiners. He has seen the Qi Refiners with flying swords and various magical powers, but like Sun Wukong,
It was really the first time I saw the Supreme Immortal who swept through more than ten Qi Masters in an understatement.
So I was very panicked.
Afraid of being trampled to death like an ant.
"All the fine wine and delicious food will be served to me, grandson..."
Sun Wukong licked his lips. Although he didn't feel hungry, he smelled the smell of the restaurant and couldn't control his mouth.
Feng Hao looked at Sun Wukong and asked doubtfully: "Your master shouldn't be Tang Xuanzang, right?"
"What Tang Xuanzang?"
Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment, then he put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly: "My old grandson is not the Bima Wen in the earth's movies and TV shows. Although he has been in the same situation of causing trouble in the heavenly palace, I, the old grandson, have established himself as the demon king, so there is no need.
I am accompanying the monk to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures, so...of course I can eat wine and meat as I want."
Feng Haoming realized that it turns out that many things are coincidences, but not everything is a coincidence.
But... Feng Hao always felt that Wu Chengen, who wrote Journey to the West, came from all over the world.
When the sword masters of the Sword Sect heard what Feng Hao and Sun Wukong said, they were confused, stunned for a while, and could not understand them at all.
But Sun Wukong asked for wine, and they understood this sentence.
"Senior, if you want some good wine, there is no better wine in this restaurant than Jian Zong's liquor. Come and have a taste!"
Gusu Ziheng took the wine bag from the table and handed it to Sun Wukong with both hands.
"You kid, you are quite interesting..."
Sun Wukong smiled. He would not refuse anyone who came, especially if it was related to wine.
If you are tired of drinking monkey wine, you can just drink the wine brewed by Qin Dynasty Qi refiners.
After pouring a glass of wine for Feng Hao, Sun Wukong and Feng Hao drank the wine as if no one else was watching. It was indeed strong enough and felt like fire in their throats.
The restaurant owner brought a few plates of freshly fried side dishes, which tasted very dull, not even half as good as those at the food stalls.
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The night sky in the Qin Dynasty was beautiful, full of stars, and Feng Hao couldn't tell whether the night sky in the misty land was the same sky as the sky outside.
Feng Hao and Sun Wukong were lying on the roof of the restaurant, surrounded by several empty wine bags.
"I came to Earth for the Demonic Sacred Tree. I didn't expect that the Chinese culture has been assimilated into my own mind. I'm a little reluctant to leave..."
Sun Wukong regained his half-human, half-monkey body. His golden hair was full of luster and his body exuded a faint fragrance.
After hearing Sun Wukong's words, Feng Hao thought of those faces in the world, and his longing for them surged up for a moment.
Although he is the master of a realm, he was once an ordinary warrior of flesh and blood, and his heart is still the same.
"Chinese culture is very charming, and I am also fascinated by it, but one day you and I will leave. Before that, enjoy every moment in this world."
Feng Hao took a deep breath, stood up, jumped off the roof of the restaurant, and went back to his room to rest.
Sun Wukong was left alone to drink and sing to the moon.
With Feng Hao's level of cultivation and state, although there is no need to rest at all and his energy is almost unlimited, the habits he has developed are difficult to change, and meditation is also an indispensable part of his cultivation.
This time when he came to the land of mist, besides investigating the Five Elements Spirits and the Holy Demonic Tree, he also had a more important matter, Emperor Qin Yingzheng.
If Ying Zheng from the Land of Mist leaves the Land of Mist and merges with the corpse in the tomb of the First Emperor of China, and the space-time gate connecting to the God Realm is opened, the earth will really be in catastrophe.
Therefore, Feng Hao came with the purpose of killing or sealing Emperor Qin. As for bringing Sun Wukong with him, it was purely an accident.
Fortunately, we brought the funny guy Sun Wukong here, so at least the group in the Land of Mist will not be bored.