In the carriage, looking at Zhong Wen who was lying on her belly and listening, Ye Qinglian felt angry and funny at the same time. She stretched out her slender hand and pushed his head hard.
"How can my child be compared to ordinary people?" Zhong Wen resisted desperately, not letting her push him away, and retorted to himself, "Maybe he already has hands and feet, can run and jump, and can still be in my sister's belly.
Let’s do a set of boxing!”
"Wouldn't that make him a monster?" Seeing that she couldn't push Zhong Wen away, Ye Qinglian simply changed her strategy, grabbed his ear, and twisted it hard.
"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..." Zhong Wen bared his teeth and cried out in pain, "Sister Qinglian, it hurts!"
"Let you do mischief again!" Ye Qinglian harshly picked up Zhong Wen's head and tried hard to keep a straight face, but in the end she was still amused by his weird expression and burst into laughter.
The beauty smiled, she was really as gorgeous as a peach and a plum, full of charms. Zhong Wen was so fascinated by the sight that his hands began to move dishonestly again.
"boom!"
Isn't Ye Qinglian an easy person to get along with? She just snorted coldly. Without saying a word, she raised her jade foot and kicked Zhong Wen hard on the chest. She kicked him so hard that he rolled on the ground several times until he hit the carriage.
The edge just stopped.
A strong thought came to Zhong Wen. He shook his head and looked up. He saw the white light man pointing at himself with one hand and holding his belly with the other hand. He was hunched over and shaking constantly. He seemed to be very funny.
What a laugh!
Zhong Wen glared at him fiercely, then climbed to a corner of the carriage dejectedly, sat cross-legged on the ground, took out the spiritual pattern pen from the ring, and started writing and drawing on himself, and soon entered a state of selflessness.
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Jiang Yushi closed her beautiful eyes tightly, put her slender hands on her legs, and just sat there with her eyes closed from the beginning to the end, not even taking a second look at everything that happened in the carriage.
Seeing that Zhong Wen had finally calmed down, Ye Qinglian also sat cross-legged and quietly experienced the "love coffin" method that she had just learned.
Can not be done!
This progress is as fast as a tortoise crawling, and we don’t know how long it will take us to reach the realm of Master Duer!
Perhaps it was the entanglement between the Seven Holy Lands that made Zhong Wen smell something unusual and gave birth to a sense of urgency. After carving the spiritual patterns for a long time but still not seeing any significant results, he finally couldn't sit still.
With this kind of intensity, not to mention the power of a saint, even Tianxuan's 'Eye of God' might not be able to withstand it.
He lowered his head and looked at the pale golden spirit pattern faintly appearing on his arm, and felt that the power of this technique was not as shocking as the rumors said.
In ancient times, Venerable Du'e, who created the "Spirit Pattern Body Refining Technique", became a saint in the flesh. Once under siege by three famous saints, he neither fought back nor escaped. He only relied on the inscriptions on his body.
The spiritual pattern on the surface resisted for three days and three nights, and finally forced the powerful enemy to retreat. After this battle, his reputation spread far and wide, and he became a well-known legend of that era.
However, Zhong Wen's "Spirit Pattern Body Refining Technique" has been repeatedly defeated. If his body was not indestructible under the transformation of Earth Dragon's blood, he would have hiccupped countless times.
Could it be that what I am practicing is a fake?
He complained secretly in his heart, but he did not think about the fact that Venerable Du'e insisted on engraving the spiritual patterns for more than two hundred years, and it had only been dozens of days since he obtained this spiritual skill, and he had only invested a very small part of it.
Used to draw spiritual patterns, it can achieve today's effects. This spiritual skill is enough to be called heaven-defying.
No, we have to think of a way!
Once people become inert, they will be tempted to cheat and take shortcuts.
Zhong Wen's eyes rolled around, and suddenly they fell on "Zhong Wen No. 2" who was doing nothing, putting his head and half of his body through the carriage, and exposing himself outside the carriage to watch the scenery.
Come and help!
He tried to send a thought to "Zhongwen No. 2".
The white light man's head came back from the wall like a ghost, eyes widened, looking at him curiously.
Come over and help me carve a spiritual pattern!
Zhong Wen took out a spiritual pattern pen from the ring and made some gestures at the white light man.
Why should I help you draw? If I have the time, wouldn’t I help myself draw?
After understanding what Zhong Wen meant, the white man shook his head like a rattle and refused without hesitation.
Are you stupid? This is a defensive spiritual pattern, and you won't die. What's the use of engraving it?
The more I carve, the safer I am.
If I was killed, wouldn't you have to die too?
Zhong Wen is very patient and patient.
The man with white light tilted his head and thought for a long time, and seemed to think that what Zhong Wen said was reasonable. He finally nodded reluctantly, ran to Zhong Wen reluctantly, took the spirit pattern pen, and started drawing on him.
As a result, an extremely strange scene suddenly appeared in the carriage. A spiritual pattern pen seemed to have spirituality. It rose into the air on its own without a user, writing and drawing around the clock.
Written quickly.
Two curious glances suddenly came from the left and right sides of the carriage. The two beauties, who had closed their eyes in deep contemplation, opened their eyes one after another, showing great interest in the spirit pattern pen flying deftly around Zhong Wen.
"Look at my flying pen! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Zhong Wen felt a shiver in his heart, realizing that he was too high-profile, and hurriedly danced around, assuming a middle-class posture.
The two girls thought he was deliberately using his spiritual skills to attract attention. They couldn't laugh or cry for a moment. They observed it for a while and saw that there seemed to be nothing special about this spiritual pen except that it could move on its own. They stopped worrying and closed it again.
eyes.
"call!"
Zhong Wen secretly breathed a sigh of relief and focused his attention on the "Spirit Pattern Body Refining Technique" again. This sight immediately surprised him.
It turns out that the white light man didn't take any action, but when he did, he moved his pen as fast as lightning, and in just a few breaths, he completed the drawing of a spiritual pattern, almost ten times faster than himself.
I go!
Number 2 actually has this ability?
Why didn't I think of letting him do this hard work before?
While he was ecstatic, Zhong Wen couldn't help but feel annoyed. He felt that he had wasted a laborer these past few days. It was really a waste of natural resources, sitting on a treasure mountain without knowing it.
With such a major discovery, he immediately became interested, and with another stroke of his pen, he started working together with the White Light Man, determined to build himself into a turtle shell that was stronger than Lord Du'e.
After walking like this for a day and a night, except for eating, Zhong Wen didn't even sleep, and actually drank all night long.
It’s stable now!
Looking at the defensive spirit patterns that appeared on the surface of his arm, Zhong Wen couldn't help but reveal a lewd smile on his face.
At this time, the spirit patterns of the "Spirit Pattern Body Refining Technique" were no longer pale gold, but turned into a shiny golden yellow.
That dazzling light seemed to declare that this ancient magical skill had finally regained its glory, continued its legend, and demonstrated its true power.
I wonder if I can withstand his full blow?
Zhong Wen's eyes flashed with excitement, and the pale yellow figure of Saint Lingxiao appeared in his mind unconsciously.
Knowing that there was little hope, at this moment he had an absurd urge to fight the saint.
Shaking his head vigorously to expel the self-destructive thought from his consciousness, Zhong Wen stood up, stretched his arms, and then slowly came to the bedside, opened the curtain and looked into the distance.
"This is... the Skyhawk Mountains?"
Seeing the majestic mountain peaks towering into the clouds in the distance, an idea flashed in Zhong Wen's mind and he blurted out.
"What's wrong?"
Ye Qinglian and Jiang Yushi opened their eyes to look at him at the same time.
"This is the hometown of Zhuma and Xiao Ming." Zhong Wen said excitedly, "Sister Qinglian, silly girl, please wait here for a while. I will go to Wanying's Nest to meet Xiao Ming's parents. Maybe I can find Zhuma."
clues."
"Really?" Ye Qinglian's eyes lit up, "Then I'll go with you."
"Sister, you need to recuperate, so I'd better go alone." Zhong Wen advised softly, "It won't take long."
"I'll go with you." Ye Qinglian stared into his eyes and repeated firmly.
"This..." A trace of hesitation flashed across Zhong Wen's face. He knew that Zhuma's matter had always been a concern for Ye Qinglian. He looked at her for a moment and finally compromised, "Okay, you just have to promise me that you must do it."
Take care of your body.”
"Where do all these mothers-in-law come from!" Ye Qinglian glared at him lightly and said impatiently, "With my level of cultivation, is it possible that I could injure myself while climbing a mountain?"
A wry smile appeared on Zhong Wen's face, and he was about to shout to stop the carriage, but Jiang Yushi, who had remained silent all this time, suddenly said, "I'll go too."
"Silly girl, what are you doing?" Zhong Wen asked in confusion.
"What happened to Miss Zhuma was ultimately caused by Xiao Feng, and we, the Jiang family, are also responsible." There was an undoubted flavor in Jiang Yushi's words, "Even if you stop me, I will still go up.
of."
After staring at Jiang Yushi's fair and tender face for a long time, Zhong Wen finally let out a long sigh and was defeated again: "Come when you love me!"
Jiang Yushi smiled sweetly, stood up slowly, held the silver gun behind her with her right hand, moved lightly, and stepped out of the carriage right behind Zhong Wen.
The moment she stepped out of the car door, the smile on Miss Jiang's face immediately disappeared, and she instantly turned back into the arrogant and cold female general.
Oh, woman!
Zhong Wen complained secretly, and once again realized deeply that a woman can fall out of love faster than turning over a book.
Ever since, after greeting Ma Yun and others, Zhong Wen, with Ye Qinglian on his left and Jiang Yushi on his right, walked away together with two beauties with quite a lot of personality under the envious gazes of a group of great men.
OK, go straight to the Tianying Mountains.
…
“Is this the ‘Ten Thousand Eagles’ Nest’?”
Looking at the slender stone path extending diagonally from the top of the ten thousand-foot cliff, and the huge boulder at the end that looked like a suspended island, Jiang Yushi couldn't help but exclaimed, "It's really a wonder in the world, a marvelous workmanship!"
"This place is called the 'Ten Thousand Eagles' Nest'. Are there really ten thousand eagles in it?" Ye Qinglian suddenly asked.
"Even if it is less than ten thousand, there are still thousands, but they may not be eagles, falcons, eagles, vultures and other raptors..." Zhong Wen stopped abruptly in the middle of his words.
At this moment, Ye Qinglian also asked what he was thinking: "Why is it so quiet in a place where thousands of raptors live?"
Yes, why is it so quiet?
"I'll go take a look!" Zhong Wen's expression changed, he touched the ground with both feet, sprinted through the air, and instantly jumped to the top of the "Ten Thousand Eagles' Nest".
This, this?
The sight before him shocked and worried him greatly.
Eagles, eagles, kites, vultures, harriers, ospreys, falcons, owls... the carcasses of various raptors are scattered on the steep rock walls. At a glance, there are thousands of them.
The many birds that passed away either had their wings broken, their legs broken, or their heads separated. Some of them were even split in half. Although their death patterns were different, they were all extremely miserable and unbearable to look at.
Zhong Wenqiang calmed himself and walked slowly on the rock wall, trying to find any birds that were still alive among the corpses and treat them.
However, along the way, his heart gradually became colder.
In fact, with his eyesight and ears at this time, he could naturally tell that the exposed birds of prey had long since ceased to breathe. Such exploration was just to seek some psychological comfort.
Oops!
Golden Feather Dapeng!
At this time, Zhong Wen's heart suddenly tightened, and he remembered the purpose of his trip. He rose into the sky and rushed towards the thick stone pillar located in the center of the suspended island.
With his current level of cultivation, he had reached the huge nest at the top of the stone pillar in just a few breaths.
The lair of the Golden Feather Dapeng is still dark and empty, with a few golden feathers scattered at the entrance. Going further inside, you can see dried blood on the cold stone floor.
With an ominous premonition hanging over his heart, Zhong Wen tried his best to step forward and walked a few feet deeper into the cave, when he saw the stiff bodies of two golden-feathered rocs.
The first thing that caught my eye was Xiao Ming’s father, Lao Jin.
The once gleaming, mighty and domineering Gongpeng was lying on his back upright, with the feathers on his neck showing a dull golden color, emitting a faint light, not as dazzling as before.
Its wings are spread out and its eyes are wide open. You can see that in the last moment before it was born, it was still trying its best to protect its spouse Gillian.
Gillian, who is slightly smaller in stature, is lying under Lao Jin, her wings bent, as if she is guarding something. From her dim blue eyes, you can read a trace of panic and a trace of determination, just a few words.
Between his nose, there was no breath of life.
Zhong Wen slowly knelt down and gently stroked the cold body of the two golden-feathered rocs.
Suddenly, the two roc eggs hidden under Gillian came into his sight.
It turns out that until the end of her life, this great mother was still doing her best to protect her unhatched child.
However, these two golden-feathered roc eggs could not escape the fate of being shattered after all. The viscous liquid flowing out from the cracks had solidified, cruelly announcing the end of the two little lives, and also made Gillian's painstaking efforts
Down the drain.
Staring at the desolate scene in front of him, Zhong Wen felt his heart tremble and his nose sore, as if his soul had been touched.
An indescribable anger could not stop welling up in his heart, as if his chest was blocked by a stone, making him almost go crazy.
At this moment, he just wanted to shout to vent the frustration in his heart.
Heartbreaking cry!
Then, a sharp whistle sounded from his mouth, splitting rocks and piercing the clouds, resounding in all directions, eliciting echoes that came from far and near.
"Plop-plop-plop!"
Frightened by this scream, countless birds flapped their wings and jumped out from various hidden nests on the floating island, flying high in the sky. At first glance, there were thousands of them.
Even though thousands of raptors were slaughtered, there were still many vicious birds alive in this "nest of ten thousand eagles".
"It's you!"
A snow eagle stared at Zhong Wen and looked him up and down, then suddenly let out a squeal of excitement as he recognized his identity.
"Who did it?"
In his excitement, Zhong Wen had no intention of reminiscing with it, and just asked coldly.
"They are two black two-legged beasts, one of which has golden eyes."
This snow eagle is very intelligent and instantly understood the meaning of Zhong Wen's question and answered it readily.
Tianxuan!
Hearing the words "eyes glowing with gold", Zhong Wen's eyes changed and he immediately guessed the identity of the murderer.
No good, Dara tribe!
The faces of Gan Muyun and others flashed through his mind, and Zhong Wen's face suddenly turned extremely ugly.?