Chapter 62

When Zifeng returned, it was already dark and he could only speed up his pace. Before he reached the Wu family, he heard a noisy voice from afar. He saw that vehicles had been parked in front of the Wu family, and a line of pedestrians poured into it with large and small bags of gifts.

Zifeng looked carefully. The two hot characters of "Wu family" were already hanging on the lintel. As soon as he approached, he was surrounded by a crowd: "isn't this master Zifeng? I'm the owner of Feng's tailor's shop in Qingyun town. The Wu family stayed in Qingyun town and paid a special visit. " A well-dressed, middle-aged man talked freely in front of Zifeng.

Before Zifeng could answer, all kinds of voices came from his ears: the wine shop, the restaurant and the salt shop were in the limelight. Fortunately, the people of the Wu family received him outside. Seeing Zifeng's dilemma, he hurried over and rescued Zifeng. Zifeng ran away quickly. There was no trace in a blink of an eye. He stopped at a place where there was no one and breathed a sigh of relief.

But suddenly a figure jumped out behind him. Zifeng was about to continue to escape, but he heard a voice: "brother, why are you back now? Why did you go so long? "

As soon as I heard Xin'er's voice, my heart suddenly calmed down, "because it took some time to choose things." Zifeng certainly won't talk about a series of things that can happen with Lin Xuan. That's casual.

"By the way, where's Ziyan? Why isn't she with you?" Zifeng sees Xin'er alone. They are inseparable.

"Ziyan's mother went home and may not leave in the future, so Ziyan accompanied her mother." Xin'er raised her delicate little face and preached happily.

Zifeng could not help but pinch Xin'er's small face, "let's go back and have a look at the good things my brother brought back for you." Patted the amulet bag around her waist and took Xin'er back.

"Brother, you're wrong. That's not where you live." Xin'er hurriedly reminded.

"Oh? I don't live there. Where do I live? " Zifeng stopped.

In fact, shortly after Zifeng left today, the Wu family re divided their residence. After all, so many people must be inconvenient to manage if they live disorderly. Therefore, Wu Feihong made drastic arrangements. Everyone can't complain. Where to live. But when it was Zifeng's turn, Wu Feihong hesitated and chose a spacious and comfortable place near the center.

Before the words fell, Xin'er said that brother Zifeng already had a place to live, and told Wu Feihong that Wu Feihong didn't hesitate. With a stroke of a pen, Zifeng changed his residence, and the people didn't complain at all. This mansion was won by Zifeng alone. It's reasonable to live alone. Moreover, the place Zifeng chose is not very good, even a little shabby.

Looking at the place he chose in front of him, Zifeng still couldn't say his joy. After all, he had his own separate residence, "Na Xin, where do you live?" Zifeng opened the door and turned to ask Xiang Xin'er.

"I live with Ziyan. It's not far from here. There's a small attic in front. It's so beautiful, brother and mother said. It's all because of you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to live in such a beautiful house. " Xin'er blinked her bright eyes and said emotionally.

However, there is a sour smell in Zifeng's heart. Yes, he has been growing up in Wujiazhuang since childhood. It can be said that he is separated from the prosperous world outside. Zifeng only remembers that he has only one chance to go to Qingyun town with the people in Wujiazhuang every month. It's good for him and it's really hard for xiner, a girl, Fortunately, Xin'er is sensible.

Zifeng touched Xin'er's head. "Brother, you'll have a better life in the future. Come and have a look. What did brother bring back to you?" With that, Zifeng took out the box from Lin xuanxi and handed it to Xin'er.

Xin'er opened the box curiously. In the center of the box, a green talisman pen was lying there quietly, like a sleeping baby, emitting dreamy nonsense. Xin'er was a little crazy. She took out the symbol pen, carefully put it on the palm of her hand, looked at it carefully, and rubbed it with her fingers.

"Try filling it with vitality?" Zifeng warned aside that no wonder Lin xuanxi was so painful. A marker is really good.

This is more than good. Xuantian, most of the Fu pens used by fu masters are made by Fu men themselves. Among them, there is a very outstanding figure, Meng Tian. The rune pen he made can be called a classic. It is not only unique in appearance, but also incomparable in its affinity for vitality when used.

Fu masters are proud to be able to use the Fu pen made by Meng Tian. They want to be in the beginning. It's a talisman pen that Lin xuanxi didn't know how much energy and money he spent to get. Unfortunately, it hasn't been used, so it's cheaper for Zifeng.

Xin'er heard that in the middle of the martial arts, she slowly injected her vitality into it without any obstruction. The whole Rune pen lit up inch by inch from the end of the pen, green, even the tip of the pen. Xin'er showed a happy smile and was unsaid with her satisfaction.

"Do you like it?" Zifeng asked with a smile.

"Yes, brother, it's very kind of you. After that, I can draw symbols. " Xin'er took the talisman pen and was happy to jump up.

"Brother, here is a book," thousands of talismans ". Take it back first. Remember to give it back to me as soon as possible. After reading it, brother will teach you to draw talismans, okay?" Zifeng took out the book and handed it to Xin'er. He always remembered Fu Lao's words and would not easily take out another book about Fu, even though it was his sister.

After Xin'er took the book, he ran back, leaving only Zifeng. He was just going to sort out some things. There was a knock on the door outside. Zifeng opened the door and saw that it was no one else, but Chen Zhaoming.

"Why are you here? Are you well. For two days, I really apologized to Zifeng for not visiting Chen Zhaoming.

Before his voice fell, he was interrupted by Chen Zhaoming, "I just came to tell you that Chen Zhaoming's life is yours in the future." With that, he left without any reaction from the wind.

Chen Zhaoming, in fact, has been waiting for Zifeng to come back, not for anything else, but for an obsession in his heart. If there were no Zifeng's original action, perhaps there would be no Chen Zhaoming. Therefore, he gave everything, including the current living environment. He has nothing to give Zifeng now, only this promise.

Zifeng smiled helplessly and closed the door again. This time, no one bothered. Zifeng took out the Xuantian futon and compared it with the map obtained today. It had the same touch and the same material. For a time, Zifeng fell into meditation.

Is there any connection between Xuantian futon and Xuantian? And this text has never been seen. Does Xuantian have other races, but there are no relevant records in the books he has read. Suddenly, Zifeng seemed to realize something. Yes, each book can be traced back to thousands of years at most. What about 10000 years ago? There is no record in all the books. Why? Xuantian can't exist only for thousands of years. The history of fumen mentioned by Fu Lao alone should have been thousands of years,

After thinking for a long time, I have no clue at all. I simply don't think about it. Maybe I will have a chance to know about it in the future. He looked at the futon in his hand again. Since he got the Xuantian futon, Zifeng was studying it more than once. What is it for, but it's fruitless.

Zifeng put the futon on the bed and sat on it with bent legs. Soft and slightly cool. It was Zifeng's first feeling. Others seemed to have no effect. There was no response for a long time. Is it just a cushion? I think too much. Zifeng smiled, shook his head and began to practice mental skills at night.

When he settled down, his mind method was just running, and an invisible wave rippled from Zifeng's room. Where the wave passed, all the heaven and earth auras vibrated according to this rhythm, and then it seemed to be pulled away. Strands of hairspring gathered in Zifeng's room. Soon, Zifeng's room was covered with hairspring, like stars in the night, and the whole room lit up.

Zifeng was shocked. What was it? Looking at the hairspring visible to the naked eye all over the room, Zifeng couldn't help stopping and looked at it in surprise. Just this stop, all phenomena dissipated, like stepping on the snow without a trace.

Hesitating to look at the futon under him, Zifeng runs the mental method again. Once there was no pause, the previous scene reappeared, and all the hairspring gathered towards the Xuantian Futon under Zifeng. Finally, the whole Futon lit up, like a dark thing that had been silent for a long time, emitting a bright light at this time.

And Zifeng, a gurgling aura between heaven and earth, flows from the futon towards his body. How pure it is. It can be absorbed almost without refining. Zifeng only felt that every pore of his body turned into a glutton and ate it. It was unprecedented comfortable. The vitality was surging and becoming wider and wider in the meridians. Just listen to a click, the barrier at the Dantian broke, and the vitality roared all the way into the Dantian. Once, Zifeng could see the situation in the Dantian

In addition to imitating Qi and forming, you can also look inside and see the situation in your body. A little wind has been clear. Have I reached the level of military general. It's too easy. Looking down at the Xuantian Futon under him, Zifeng didn't know what to say for a while

The house is full of people. Zifeng quickly put the futon into the talisman bag. Zifeng doesn't intend to make it public until he is not sure what it is. Who can know whether it is a blessing or a curse? When he went out and looked at the attention of his family, Zifeng said that he had just sent the people away because he had no control over his practice.

However, in an unknown place, a man in black looked at the cracked stone tablet in front of him and muttered, "is it really going to change?"