God, he's wearing it again

"Good guy, you did a good job. Master will reward you with a piece of candy later."

Frost curled her lips, "Master must keep his word."

"Today, Grandpa Ben will let you see what the real swordsmanship is." Feng Jiuluo persisted in the way of swordsmanship, and the corners of his brows were slightly hooked, showing three points of wickedness and seven points of insolence.

Zhong Yan glanced at his sword, and couldn't help mocking, "It's just your broken sword that I cut off in one move."

"Then let's make a bet. If you lose, you will be planted in this river as a lotus root." Feng Jiuluo laughed.

"Okay."

At this time, something seemed to be heard shouting upstairs, "Don't bet with him!"

Feng Jiuluo: "It's late."

Zhong Yan suddenly felt a little regretful. This Feng Jiuluo's swordsmanship seemed to be disorderly, but in fact every move was aimed at his vital point. The silver light looked like a silver snake at first glance. No matter which move he made, he would be killed one by one Cracking did not give him a chance to catch his breath before the next step was suppressed by gravity like a gust of wind, and this gust of wind cut several holes in his arms and ankles.

Looking at the countless masters he has fought against, no one is as exquisite as his swordsmanship, but at the same time has the momentum of overwhelming Mount Tai.

Yu Qingyuan upstairs was dumbfounded, He Yi didn't tell him that this person is still very strong even without mana and force.

If you walk like a wind, you will take your clothes and flutter lightly.

Feng Jiuluo twisted his eyes, and there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes, and he swept the sword in his right hand towards him. Seeing that the sword was about to stab him, Zhong Yan hurriedly jumped out of the door with his feet, and Feng Jiuluo rushed out immediately.

The hand holding the sword did not stop, and before the opponent could react, he picked at the opponent's belt. When the belt was cut off, Zhong Yan couldn't help being startled. The person who wanted to raise the sword to confront him had already run behind him. Jiuluo danced around him with a sword in his hand, and in an instant, his clothes were smashed into pieces by the sword.

Everyone's eyes are focused on this side, and they are all frozen. The fisherman forgot to catch the fish, the vendor forgot to change the money, the customer forgot to give the money, and so on. I forgot to put it in my mouth, and time has reached an unprecedented stillness.

The next moment there was a scream, and the woman next to her hurriedly covered her child's eyes so as not to see this unclean thing.

"Ah! Some pervert is running around in the street without clothes!"

Some people laughed wildly, pointed and commented on Zhong Yan.

The person involved, Zhong Yan, had never felt such coolness before, and hurriedly covered his important parts, and then raised his head to look at the crowd, which can be described as a variety of poses, even he couldn't help but blush.

"If I were you, I would cover my face first, and then think about other things." Feng Jiu sneered while covering his lips with his sleeves behind him.

Saying that he didn't look at him, he walked into the inn, returned the sword to Hanshuang and said, "Go where it came from."

Frost took the sword and clapped her hands excitedly, "Master, you are awesome."

Looking at the other two in the inn, they seemed to be frozen.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow When a person looks at the light scene, he feels that his face is gone, or he should cover his face first as Feng Jiuluo said.

Mo Wuwen patted him lightly with his fan to express comfort, "Don't worry that you are not innocent, puff." He didn't want to laugh but couldn't help it, it was the first time his good brother was so downcast, if He admired Feng Jiuluo even if it wasn't a hostile relationship.

I even want to worship him as a teacher.

"Even you are laughing at me."

"Suddenly found that he is quite nice to me." Yu Qingyuan said, at least he didn't let him stand on the street for people to watch, but just let him disfigured and kowtow on the street, but one day he will let him be sincere. Below him, thinking of these things, he couldn't help but secretly grow ruthless.

"Be sober, that kind of poisonous scorpion beauty, even if you really fall asleep one day, you will not be far away from death..." Zhong Yan continued to lie on the table and reminded kindly, and suddenly found that there was something wrong with his hands, which were stiff.

"Take a quick look at what's going on with my hand?" He rolled up his sleeve and suddenly found that it was not an arm, but a lotus root, and so was the other hand.

"What's going on?" Mo Wuwen asked, how come a good person grows a lotus root festival.

"I advise you to quickly find a place with mud and plant it for him, or it will wither in a while." Feng Jiuluo stood at the stairs and said with his arms still, with a faint smile on his lips.

"What you said is true, how did he become like this?" Mo Wuwen continued to ask.

Feng Jiuluo smiled and said, "Didn't we have a bet before, if you lose, you will become a lotus root."

"So this bet is true?" Zhong Yan looked up at him tremblingly and asked.

Frost next to him also crossed his hands in front of his chest, looking like a little adult, "My master never tells lies."

"Then why didn't you tell me in advance?" Zhong Yan stared at Yu Qingyuan bitterly as he was planted in the mud.

Yu Qingyuan expressed his grievance, "I warned you in advance, but you didn't listen."

"Who thought it was true."

Feng Jiuluo was served by Hanshuang and found a rattan chair to sit by the lotus pond. The folding fan got into his hands at some point, and he knocked on the back of the chair with the fan, "You'd better plant him a little deeper or else It will still dry."

Mo Wu asked: "Is it true or not?"

Feng Jiuluo: "Of course it's true." What kind of lotus root cultivation technique is this that he needs to teach himself.

Listening to his words, the two pushed Zhong Yan inside again, leaving only one head and two arms.

"Wait, why do you all listen to him?" Zhong Yan shouted.

"Because what I said is true, after two days you will grow lotus leaves like those next to you, and then a flower will bloom on your head." Feng Jiuluo pointed at the lotus next to him with his fan while talking , When it was over, I remembered something and said with a smile, "I promise you are the most beautiful one."

"You're not kidding, are you?" Zhong Yan's face turned pale from being soaked in a pile of mud at this time. He really doesn't care what is the most beautiful. Thinking about it like this, his arms can't help itching, as if it really came out of it. A bud comes out and then slowly grows branches and leaves later.

The corners of Feng Jiuluo's lips curled slightly, "Do you think I'm joking?"

There was a moment of silence in the air.

"How long will it take for me to change back to my original form." Zhong Yan suddenly didn't dare to ask any more.

"I don't know about this. My uncle has never planted lotus roots. How can he know when it will bloom and when it will produce new lotus roots."

"Oh, by the way, I heard that some lotus roots will rot in the soil due to improper planting. They will never grow teeth, grow no branches and leaves, and then die." Feng Jiuluo did not forget to add.

Is this scarier than blooming?

"So you must work hard." Feng Jiuluo couldn't help grinning.

Is this something he can do with his hard work?Yeah?

Zhong Yan: "Wouldn't it be against the rules of heaven for you to play tricks on a mortal like this?"

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The fight scene is written with a bald head.

38. The ground is full of fairies 18

"How can it be considered a violation of heaven's rules? I throw out a bet and you agree to it. We all know that a bet is also a contract. Everything is voluntary, so it can't be considered a violation." Feng Jiuluo raised his eyes and said.

In July, Tianzhong is facing a big sun and feels no need to dry it. The sun at noon can dry him out. His body has become a lotus root, but he can still feel it. The water is also scalding. From time to time, insects came to stare at him and bite him, but they still couldn't move their hands, and there was no way to grab them.

He swore he would never follow Yu Qingyuan out to run around again, and he didn't know how long it would take for a flower to bloom.

At night, the lotus pond was frighteningly silent, and there was no one there. He poked his head out on the water and watched the lotus shadow floating in the distance. From time to time, there was the sound of animals swimming in the water.

Feng Jiuluo suddenly remembered a sentence before leaving, "There should be a lot of snakes in this lotus pond, please pay attention."

He can't even move!Pay attention to the fart!

The moonlight hung high and Feng Jiuluo sat in the room and waited for a long time. The little guy went downstairs to get him some wine and hadn't come back after about half a stick of incense. Could it be that he saw something new that delayed him?

There was no one downstairs, and after asking the shopkeeper, he said that he had taken the wine and went up. Feng Jiuluo frowned and ran to Yu Qingyuan's room, but it was also empty. Just as he was about to lift his feet, he found a note on the table. , "Bafang Road, Lantern Festival, Gentle Township, Changting Bridge".

Feng Jiuluo read it out one by one. What does it mean? Could it be that Hanshuang was tied up by Yu Qingyuan?

He paused at the top of the stairs, and it would be good if he tied it up, so that he would not have to worry about taking care of the child, anyway, it is Yu Qingyuan's child, right, tiger poison doesn't even eat children.

Thinking of this, he was already standing on the street, and he couldn't help laughing at himself, that child is quite cute, isn't he?

I couldn't figure out the specific position of Frost by pinching my fingers.

I don't know what day it is today, the street is very lively, there are lanterns hanging everywhere, and there are many lantern sellers with various small animals.

Feng Jiuluo didn't have time to look, but ran through the crowd to look for it. Xu was too focused and was caught off guard by something on his leg and wrist. He quickly pulled the other person and lowered his head to look closely. It was a child in coarse clothes , He also carried a rabbit lantern in his hand.

"Kids, walk carefully."

Just as Feng Jiuluo was about to go around him, he was suddenly stopped, "Brother, an uncle just now asked me to give this to you, and I will take it to find him in some gentle town later."

The kid raised the lantern up a little and beckoned him to take it.

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