Master sees my hairy

in front of you.

If it wasn't for the series of footsteps that stopped abruptly before their eyes, they might have suspected that they were dreaming just now.

"It turns out that you can really cultivate into a fairy... I thought Master was lying." The little disciple murmured.

Xi Feng had already teleported to the front of the Jueying Hall at this moment, attracting the attention of the disciples guarding the gate.

"Who?" One of the fans stopped him, looking up and down.

This person was wearing the costume of Jueyingmen, but he was not someone they had seen before.To be able to appear here out of thin air must be unpredictable and not extraordinary.

There is only one person in the door who can meet these conditions....

The other guard disciple quickly finished thinking, quickly pressed the fan of the same door, and saluted: "Disciple Xue Yan has met Elder Xi Feng."

Xi Feng glanced at him, but still didn't respond, gathered his robes and walked into the hall.

It has been snowing for many days, and Jueying Palace has become an inaccessible place, and there is no business to deal with, Luo Wu is happy and leisurely, playing chess with Jing Lan on the couch in the inner room with the stove lit.

"You made the wrong move, you can't jump here." Jing Lan said softly, and moved the chess piece that Luo Wuhuan had just walked back to its original position.

Luo Wuhuan didn't agree, and took the chess piece back: "I'm going to jump, I know teleportation, why can't I jump?"

Jinglan had probably lost her temper by him, she just shook her head with a smile, and didn't insist anymore.

Soon, this round will be over.

"Haha, I won!" Luo Wuhuan hooked his fingers happily at Jinglan, "I would like to accept the bet, why not come here?"

"..." Jinglan pursed her lips, leaned forward with her upper body, and put her face in front of Luo Wuhuan.

Relying on the half-body demon blood, even after more than 700 years, Jinglan's appearance is still the same as before, he is a young man with deep eyebrows.

As for Luo Wuhuan, a mortal monk, even though his cultivation base is advanced and his life span is long, he is no longer that flamboyant young man.

Seeing Jinglan's serious and doting eyes as always, Luo Wuhuan suddenly felt his old face was hot, he quickly lowered his head, casually kissed the corner of his lips, and pushed him away.

"Are you shy?" Jing Lan asked, licking her lips.

"I'm ashamed of you." Luo Wuhuan rolled his eyes at him, and leaned aside slumped, "I'm just... a little sad all of a sudden."

"When I die in the future, you...won't become like Xi Feng?"

Jinglan wasn't surprised by this question at all. Ever since he found out that Luo Wuhuan was getting old while his face remained forever, he had already expected this day and had already thought about the answer.

"No." He circled around and hugged Luo Wuhuan from behind, "Wang Chuan Huang Quan, I will accompany you."

There was no sound from the inner room for a long time.

Xi Feng who was standing at the door suddenly changed his mind and didn't want to go in.

151. The Lantern of Resentment Sea ([-])

The two guard disciples at the door were still muttering about Elder Xi Feng, but they didn't expect him to come out so soon, so they were shocked.

"Elder Xi, Xi Feng." The two hurriedly saluted.

The one named Xue Yan, who was older and quick-witted, probably guessed what was going on inside, and said to Xi Feng: "At this time every day, the head of the sect has to take a nap. If you are not in a hurry, just sit down and wait. Bring you some tea."

After he finished speaking, he was going to prepare, but Xi Feng shook his head, pinched his sleeve and grabbed him: "No, it's nothing important. When he wakes up later, you tell him that I'm going down the mountain."

"This...isn't right?" Xue Yan looked troubled.It's rare for Elder Xi Feng to get out of the gate once, and he left the Jueying Gate without even seeing the face of the sect master.

But Xi Feng didn't care about these things at all, and he felt that Luo Wuhuan wouldn't care either, so he said, "There's nothing wrong with it. That's it, I'm leaving."

Then, just like when it came, it tore open the space crack and disappeared in place.

……

Jinguan City.

When Xi Feng was taken by Luo Wuhuan to retreat at the Jueying Gate, the place was not so prosperous, it was just a simple town.In just a few hundred years, unexpectedly, it has already surpassed Chang'an at that time.

He stood in the middle of the city, under his feet was a flat and wide street made of blue bricks. Although it was snowing, it was swept away early in the morning, and it did not hinder pedestrians and shops in the slightest.

Therefore, the streets were full of traffic and voices, which made Xi Feng at a loss for a moment.

A gust of cold wind blew in front of him, knocking off his hood, causing the sachet seller next to him to exclaim, and the sachet in his hand fell to the ground.

Xi Feng frowned slightly, and was about to help her pick it up, when a little girl jumped in first, picked up the sachet and stuffed it into Xi Feng's hand.

"It's not mine..." Xi Feng hurriedly handed it back.

"I'll see you off!" The little girl waved her hand to say no, then she turned around and grabbed the corner of the maid's clothes, unable to suppress her excited voice, "What a poor boy!"

Xi Feng was startled, quickly put on his hood, and got into the crowd.

In fact, he didn't come here for any purpose, he just wanted to see what this place had become.

Thousands of years ago, Baizang was born on this land at an autumn dawn.Later, the tribe declined and the dynasties changed. Whether he became a fairy or was resurrected, Baizang would come back here every once in a while to see what his homeland looked like.

"Xiaoer, come to Huemei Baiya."

The storyteller was telling the story sonorously, Xi Feng chose a corner to sit down, and warmed his hands with a tea bowl.

The tea bowl is made of porcelain, delicately crafted, and painted with patterns of flowers and birds, colorful and lively.Xi Feng finished drinking this one, turned it over and looked, it was from Qiong Kiln.

If this thing was in the past, it must be a tribute.

Xi Feng played with it carefully again, and decided to go to the street to buy a new set and bring it back to Bai Zang.

This kind of exquisite gadget is his favorite.

The storyteller on the stage was still telling the story about the little palace lady and the border guards. Xi Feng listened for a while, his mind was a little distracted, and his eyes fell on the oil lamp by the table.

This oil lamp is also made of porcelain, but it is different from ordinary lamps.Xi Feng picked it up and looked at it, and found that the wall of the lamp turned out to be double-layered, the interlayer was hollow, and there was a small hole, and some cold water was poured into it.

The waiter's waiter found him studying the oil lamp, and ran over eagerly: "Guest officer, is there any question?"

"What kind of lamp is this?" Xi Feng asked.

"Oil-efficient lamps." Xiaoer replied logically, "I add cold water to the lamp oil, so the lamp oil will not be so hot, so it will naturally save fuel."

Xi Feng suddenly realized that by cooling down the lamp oil to reduce the volatilization of lamp oil, coupled with the ceramic firing technique of the double-layer hollow lamp, this fuel-efficient lamp can be regarded as a work of art.

Look at the base, it is still made of Qiong Kiln.

"Thank you very much." Xi Feng touched a piece of broken silver to Xiao Er, got up and left the teahouse.

Fuel-saving lamps are more interesting than tea cups, and he wants to buy one right away.

"Master, look, even without your spirit fire talisman lamp, mortals can make their own fuel-efficient lamps."

Xi Feng walked through the market, less than halfway through, and the things in his hand were already out of reach.There are so many things in Jinguan City that he has never seen before, including the Qionglouhua houses all over the city, the fabric called "Shu Brocade", beautifully printed vernacular books...even the many vegetables and melons sold in the vegetable market. The result was something he had never seen before.

"It's only been a hundred years. I thought I slept for 4000 years." Xi Feng walked to a secluded place, tiptoed, and stood on the ridge of a tall wooden building, glimpsed the unparalleled prosperity of Jinguan City , but still cannot see her boundary.

"She is so beautiful." Xi Feng said with his head down, "Ordinary people have a short lifespan and weak strength, but they continue to create these miracles. No matter how long it takes, as long as the human race is not destroyed, the torch will definitely be passed on. "

"Master, you... have you seen it?"

Xi Feng's heart was burning slightly, like Bai Zang's response to him.

After staying in Jinguan City for a long time, Xi Feng felt a little tired, so he returned to Jueyingmen.

Ever since he put all his spiritual power into his mind, his cultivation has stopped at the Upper Profound Realm, and he hasn't made any progress for hundreds of years. Even because his spiritual power is exhausted, he is often exhausted, and his whole body is pale and sick. .

Every time Luo Wuhuan saw him, she was worried: "Xi Feng, at least you should save some spiritual power for yourself... In case something happens to you, how can I explain to Bai Zang?"

"If I die, Bai Zang will die too, so you don't need to tell me." Xi Feng went back in a familiar way, and took out a few packets of tea snacks and two jars of wine from the storage bag, "Here are you and Jing Lan's."

Luo Wuhuan took it, and Xi Feng planned to leave.

It was like this every time in the past, every time he woke up, he became more silent, the two of them sat facing each other for a long time, almost Luo Wuhuan was talking.

But now, even Luo Wuhuan didn't know what to say.

Baizang's remnant soul has been kept in his mind for more than 700 years, but it has not changed a bit. It still looks like a puppet, unable to speak, and will not respond to Xi Feng.

For more than 700 years, Mu Yunge has been able to transform into form, and has also recovered part of his memory. He and Zheqing lived in the former site of Qingqiu; Song Tingxue found Tang Jin, and the two settled down in a painting environment; Zhan Fangze was able to handle the position of City Lord Meng very well... Even Jiang Poyue finally got his brother's forgiveness and swaggered back to Yunya Mountain.

Only Bai Zang remained the same, as long as Xi Feng's spiritual power was cut off, he would immediately disappear without a trace.

"Xi Feng." Luo Wuhuan called to stop him who had already walked to the door.

Xi Feng turned around: "What?"

"Have you ever thought... Maybe Baizang is different." Luo Wuhuan said with difficulty, "Since the first resurrection, Baizang's immortal soul has irreparable defects, because