In the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the year reaches the Zhongyuan period, when the yin energy of heaven and earth is at its strongest.
The sky was gloomy, and the two big trees in front of the yard were rustling in the wind. The wind blew gently and Wei Jing, who was still hanging on after finishing the meal, was sent away by force. After cleaning up, she entered the room alone and began to relax.
Practice slowly.
Half an hour later, he woke up from practicing. For some reason today, practicing was more difficult than usual. He touched the still cold beads in his arms and felt inexplicably irritable.
He left the small courtyard and went straight to Jinshan Lake. He stayed there for a while, maybe because the breeze blew on his face, which calmed his heart a little, and then he returned.
Late at night, Feng Ziqing heard Chen Shiye going out.
Judging from previous years, when he went out late at night, he should have been summoned by Wei Fangxun to go to the Bamboo House to discuss matters. It had been a long time since he had discussed matters, and this time he decided to wait until midnight. Feng Ziqing was really puzzled, but he didn't take it to heart. In previous years, he would
He didn't come back until dawn.
A sound of thunder flashed across the night sky. Feng Ziqing was awakened by the thunder. When he opened his eyes, he saw a burst of red light outside the window, which reflected the whole tree red. This made Feng Ziqing feel a little uneasy.
After a while, the red light slowly weakened. Feng Ziqing stood up and went out to investigate. Looking up, the last red light disappeared around the altar.
He pinched his chin and thought that there had never been such a strange phenomenon in the village. Something must have happened, right?
He walked a few steps forward. The lights on the second floor of the bamboo building were bright and quiet. There was another thunder, and then the rain fell on the tiles in the courtyard, crackling.
He ran back to the house, and the sound of rain gradually became heavier, and a heavy rain came. After thinking about it, he decided to wait and see what happens. After all, he was in the late stage of the Spirit Control Realm. He might be exposed if he went there. Besides, it was dark at night.
It's raining heavily, so I'll ask more questions tomorrow.
Return to the room and continue practicing.
From time to time, thunder would sound in the night sky.
The next day, Feng Ziqing slowly woke up from practice.
When it rains in the middle of the night, you can feel a bit of coolness in this fashion.
Feng Ziqing went out and looked at Chen Shiye's room. The door must have been blown open by the wind. Looking through the crack in the door, there was still no one in the room.
Is it possible that this discussion is more trivial and I haven’t responded yet?
Feng Ziqing was a little puzzled. After a little activity in the yard, the more he thought about it, the more wrong he became. He went into the house and carried the broken sword on his back, tied the dagger to his calf, put on the ape skin, and left the hospital.
When you open the door, you will see streams of water dyed red, winding and crisscrossing.
The flow flows from the outside of the bamboo house to the entrance of the village, passing through each house. Some of the diversions are blocked by two big trees in front of each courtyard. Rather than being blocked, it is better to say that it is being absorbed, because at this time, the originally green and lush scenery
The big tree is already a mixture of red and green, which is extremely weird.
Feng Ziqing stood at the door, stunned for a moment, then squatted down, dipped his finger in water and smelled it. There was a faint smell of blood, but it was not strong. It was obvious that the smell had been sealed, otherwise even if it rained heavily in the middle of the night, it would be so heavy
It was impossible for him not to smell the blood and water mixed in the area.
Looking up, from the bamboo tower to the altar, there were corpses everywhere.
Feng Ziqing was frightened when he saw it. Even though he was used to seeing the corpses of wild beasts and had skillfully handled them countless times, seeing so many human corpses for the first time would inevitably make him feel vomiting.
He quickly used his spiritual power to get rid of the vomiting feeling in his heart, and then ran over quickly to take a look.
Pieces of red-stained weapons were scattered everywhere, all of which Feng Ziqing had never seen before. The villagers, who usually spoke little, were now lying on the ground one by one, lifeless.
Throats were cut, chests were pierced, hands and feet were shattered, and heads were missing. It was too horrific to look at.
Feng Ziqing endured the discomfort in his heart and turned them over one by one, but found no Chen Shiye, Liu Bianshu, or any children, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, not finding it means that the situation is not too bad, but even so, it is inevitable to feel bored.
After searching to no avail, Feng Ziqing decided to go to the room on the second floor of the bamboo house to take a look.
On the bamboo building, bloodstains were all over the outer walls and walkways. When they reached the second floor, Feng Ziqing was about to push the door open when a roar suddenly came from inside the house: "You bastard, run quickly and cut off the iron pillars around the altar."
, and then smash the altar to pieces, it will be empty underneath, hurry!"
It’s Uncle Chen’s voice!
Feng Ziqing didn't dare to think too much, so he turned around and jumped off the second floor according to his words, and ran quickly to the altar.
When Feng Ziqing jumped down from the second floor, a thick bell sounded in the house on the second floor, and then a red light broke out of the window and hit Feng Ziqing. The latter couldn't dodge, and fell to the ground with a muffled groan.
land.
"Wei Fangxun, you"
"Chen Shiye, shut up. You are the only one who talks a lot. Look at Liu Bianshu, he is not like you, ah, hahaha."
Liu Bianshu's suppressed roar sounded in the room: "Wei Fanxun! Don't insult me too much!"
Then there were constant noises in the house. After a while, the bamboo building finally couldn't bear it and burst into pieces, scattering in all directions.
Three figures swept out from it and returned to the ground. It was Wei Fangxun and Chen Liu who stood facing each other.
Wei Fangxun had a small black bell surrounded by red light floating in front of him, his face turned pale; Chen Shiye was holding a golden-ringed sword, and Liu Bianshu was holding an eyebrow-high stick. Both of them had injuries, minor or serious.
Not the same.
While they were fighting, Feng Ziqing quickly climbed up, ran quickly to the iron pillar nearest the altar, pulled out the broken sword, circulated his spiritual power, attached it to the broken sword, and slashed hard, and the iron pillar
The pillar was broken in response, and then the broken sword was returned to its sheath, and the iron pillar was picked up and smashed on the altar.
Rubbles scattered everywhere, and the wooden boards on the surface of the altar were gradually smashed and penetrated by the wind. Pillars of red light suddenly shot up into the sky. Some of the red lights disappeared after disappearing from the altar, and most of them were directed towards the front of each courtyard.
The Thousand Silk Tree flew away, and finally disappeared into the leaves.
The Thousand Silk Trees absorb the red light and become more and more red.
——
Wei Fangxun, who saw the altar being smashed through and the red light dissipating in all directions, did not panic at all, but his face became paler. He grabbed it in the air, and the red lights at the altar quickly changed direction, flew towards him, and finally converged.
In the palm of his hand.
Wei Fangxun opened his mouth and inhaled, and the red light penetrated into his mouth. His face suddenly became rosy. He licked his mouth and said with a smile: "It's so delicious. If I hadn't lost so much energy by killing that man, I wouldn't have
There’s no need to work so hard. It’s really sad that after so many years of hard work, it just falls by the wayside.”
Chen Shiye, whose clothes were stained red by blood, laughed angrily and said: "Wei Fangxun, you are so weird here, your subordinates were much more men than you are now when they died. Why, your temperament has also been greatly damaged due to the loss of vitality, haha
Ha ha"
Liu Bianshu shook off the blood on his eyebrow stick and echoed: "That's right, Wei Fanxun, I usually respect you with a bit of dignity, but now, why are you becoming more and more like a girl, hahaha
"
Wei Fangxun grabbed the air again and sucked up the red light under the gap of the altar. With a satisfied look on his face, he then sneered: "You guys only use your words. I was just accompanying you in the bamboo building room."
It’s just for fun, do you really think we are evenly matched with me? What a joke!”
Liu Bianshu stopped smiling, frowned, and whispered to Chen Shiye: "Old Chen, you must have noticed, right? This Wei Fanxun has a very different temperament from usual. Do you have any clues about it?"
Chen Shiye shook his head and said: "I have indeed discovered it a long time ago, but I really can't figure it out. Let's ignore it for now and ask where those dolls are."
He raised his knife and pointed it, and asked: "Wei Fangxun, where did you take those dolls? Tell me, or I will fight you to the death!"
Wei Fangxun burst into laughter upon hearing this, his eyes filled with contempt.