Chapter 17: Fengshan

Xiao Yi looked low, Wen Jiubai bored the red vine, Wen Shisan stood in front of the line puppet, frowned: "Why don't you wake up yet?"
Wen Jiu looked over and looked at Xiao Yi: "Little girl, have you remembered the wrong day? I've spent more than 20 days."
Wen Shisan didn't wait for Xiao Yi to answer, and rushed to shake his head: "It's impossible, it's about to snow, at least it will be half a year. I don't believe you and I count, the first day the small sun was unconscious. Fujiko, tie the puppets, on the third day ... ouch! "He was talking, and suddenly a scream was made. Kui Wei's body fell straight back, and after falling to the ground, one hand was still firmly pointed at Wen Leyang: "Open your eyes ... open your eyes!"
Wen Leyang opened his eyes and was trying to bring a ghost image in front of him back into focus.
The little girl immediately went to Wen Leyang, her big eyes flickered, staring at him, her lips moved, but she didn't know what to say.
Slaps two crisp sounds.
Wen Leyang suddenly reached out and slaped himself in the face, and snarled at the same time: "Who hit me?"
Wen Jiu threw away Fujiko, laughed with his feet jumping, and pulled up his stupid brother: "The little sun woke up! Woke up !!!"
When Ito lost his traction, Wen Leyang felt that his body was soft, and he stumbled under his feet before falling, but soon his waist and abdomen was firm again, shaking his head hard, finally seeing the little Yi in front of him, grinning A smile appeared on his mouth: "Little girl ... ouch!" Suddenly, her legs were tightly clamped, her hands were covering the vital point, and she jumped and hid behind a big tree.
The two silly uncles jumped over, he was skillful in their hands and feet, and quickly wiped away the countless vines on Wen Leyang.
Xiao Yi froze at Wen Leyang, his big eyes gradually turned red, and full of tears circulated in his eyes: "Why do you ... wake up now."
Wen Leyang didn't understand that she was referring to a few more days of sleep, frowning and murmured: "I had regained consciousness occasionally a few days ago, but there was a chaos in my head, and I kept sleeping."
Wen Jiuyi was uncharacteristically, suddenly smiled forgivingly, and said in a straightforward manner: "You have to thank the little girl! These twenty days ..."
Wen Xian expressed objection: "More than half a year!"
"... Little girl wipes you every day and massages your muscles."
Xiao Yiwa cried out completely, stretched out her small hands and ran to the tree, hugged Wen Leyang, and refused to let go of life and death. Buddha Lampworm didn't know when to crawl on Wen Leyang's shoulder, stretched his body hard, and kept rolling, hoping to stick every inch of skin all over his body before he was willing.
Wen Leyang has gradually recalled the things before the coma. Although he still does not know what happened afterwards, he can also think that the little girl must have suffered a lot during this time, and quickly reached out to hug Xiao Yi, softly comforting : "Look, can you cry for me if I can get a dress?"
Xiao Yi burst into tears and laughed: "Are you amazing, two pieces of black on the buttocks, ugly dead!" Said let go of him, picked up two pieces of clothes brought from the red leaf forest from the shed, and threw them to Wen Leyang
"Riding a bicycle in the county ..." Wen Leyang responded weakly. He quickly put on his pants and tightened his belt. When he tightened his belt, he snapped a good leather belt and it broke into a dozen pieces.
Xiaoyi giggled: "You're a little bit harder, your body, what's wrong with it now?"
Wen Leyang activated his body. He shook his head strangely and didn't speak. His body seemed to be heavier than before. Specifically, it wasn't that he became fatter. It was more like the gravity of the earth's center increased him.
Wen Leyang prepared a bit, and suddenly ran off his feet and ran a few steps. Xiao Yi screamed beside him, only to feel that a black shadow passed by his eyes, and then oh, Wen Leyang had hit the mountain wall fiercely. One of the stones is falling.
This is a very weird feeling. When you raise your hand, it becomes heavy, but once you move it, you will sway a strong inertia. If you swing your arm, it will be like carrying a dozen-pound iron fist. When running It's like carrying a big stone mill, but your own power can be completely controlled.
"Xiao Yi, tell me what's going on?" Wen Leyang said, striking like a power, punching a thick bowl of pretty trees around him. Before he was injured, under such a full blow, even if such a tree would not break, the wood chips would also flutter and shake. If you hit with the wrong fist, most of the thick trees under the poison will wither away in a short time. dead.
The muffled muffled sound, such as middle-aged defeated leather, leaves no grain of wood. But Wen Leyang jumped up in surprise and glared at his fist, his superb gaze flickered. He looked at the vines on the ground before looking at Xiao Yi: "The ancestors of the warm spicy son ... "The tone of hesitation and surprise were wrapped in a strange, unexplainable tone.
Xiaoyi nodded her head, looked at the tree with some doubts, beat the tree still and was pleasantly surprised, it was quite a challenge.
Wen Leyang laughed and pointed at the tree and said to the little girl: "Xiao Yi, listen to me, go and give it a punch!"
Xiao Yi didn't ask much, he agreed with a brittle voice, and his fist hit the tree hard.
Poof!
Soaring dust!
Xiao Yi's fist bumped into a tree, and suddenly burst into a powder, a good tree, all turned into powder, flying all over the sky!
Four people coughed hard together.
Xiaoyi wowed and screamed, grabbed Wen Leyang's hand hard: "Wen Leyang, how are you ... the trick?"
Wen Leyang was in a very comfortable mood. His hearty laughter penetrated the mountains and the distant waves. There were wolves in the distant mountains.
It turned out that the power of the wrong fist exploded, and the vigor accumulated in the body exploded, but the vigor was vigor, the poison was poison, and they were clearly separated from each other. Now, with a casual punch, the vigor in the body merges with the vigor in the fist In one place, the poison was turned into strength, and a small tree was beaten into flour.
Xiao Yi laughed out a carrot and told the story after Wen Leyang's coma during the rainy night. From time to time, he giggled and burst into tears. Two silly uncles took out the string puppets they carried with them. With Xiao Yi's description, from time to time, various scenes were set up, making Wen Leyang cry and laugh.
Finally, I said something about it. Two silly uncles took a breath on one side and were tired enough to choke. If the puppets in their hands want to keep up with the speed of speaking, they ca n’t do anything without a professional level.
"The problems that the hot spouse ancestors could not solve at that time were all solved by us. Even if he could find a unified fruit and hang his life, he could only fall into a hundred days of sleep and could not move a little. Where can he find two to play? Puppet, a great hero who masters the wrong fist! "The little girl looked at Wen Leyang not only had her life intact, but also blessed by misfortune. She also changed her name to the two uncles in her joy. In her little heart, this world except grandpa In addition, as long as Wen Leyang is the best person for her, the person who saved Wen Leyang's life is not too much to say that it is the savior, but she does not know the word.
The two great heroes danced with pride, suddenly Wen Jiu frowned, and asked his stupid brother: "Little Sun is now practicing poison into his body. Isn't he now becoming a poison sun?"
Wen Thirteen said nothing, just took Wen Leyang's hand and licked it, sucked the taste: "Salty, not poisonous!"
Wen Jiu put his mouth close to Wen Xian's ear: "Then we should also break the meridians, in the future ..."
There is a hard look on the thirteenth face of Wen: "Where is the meridian?"
Wen Xiaoyi hurriedly interrupted the silly thoughts of two silly uncles: "Don't say, the one fruit is Lingcao, which is harder to find than the thousand-year-old ginseng and ganoderma. There is no one fruit, and there is only one dead path to break the meridians.
The Wen brothers' expression was firm and unmoved.
Wen Leyang smiled and said: "No, if you have learned this skill, you will encounter a game with a punch in the future, and you can't eat it as a powder."
Two fools suddenly realized, looked at each other, and sipped in unison: "It's so dangerous!"
Wen Leyang smiled for a while, feeling his body, 36,000 pores all over the body, slowly opening and closing, contracting, and orderly vomiting the surrounding air.
When the pores are contracted, the body will feel a little heavy, especially when Wen Leyang is exerting force, the feeling of skin tightening suddenly is particularly strong. As the pores are closed, every inch of the body's skin becomes hard and heavy.
When the pores are closed, his body will suddenly lighten up, and the surrounding scene will also be clear and bright, the red leaves churning in the wind in the distance, and the sleeping bugs hiding under the stone beside him ... Everything is in his perception, But everything has nothing to do with him. He is like being outside the world. Nature is nature. He is him. Nature is beside him, but he is completely out of tune with him.
The world's cultivation practice, regardless of the true or false selling price, genuine piracy, is from the inside out, building the foundation to practice Qi, dissolving itself in nature and the environment, pursuing the so-called heaven and man.
But Wen Leyang is now from the outside to the inside. In the careful feeling, he found that not only did he not integrate into nature, but he was completely stripped from the surrounding scene. The method of cultivation left by Wen Spicy, even he himself does not know whether it will work, nor do he know how to continue cultivation after success. Wen Leyang is now standing on a road that no one has ever walked, it seems heaven In sight, the actual eyes were black.
Wen Leyang couldn't take care of this at the moment. After understanding the course of things, he immediately took Xiao Yi back to the red leaf forest. Everything in the forest was still the same. Except that there were no dead fonts, the other three fonts were still cold, see By the time he came back, there were no surprises or surprises. Only the two men raised by the beast jumped out of joy, and he was intimate with him.
Counting, the four masters have left Hongye Forest for three and a half months. At that time, it was clearly stated that if he did not return for three months, Wen Leyang would return to Wenjia Village with a ruby ​​box.
Now the ruby ​​box is broken, and the beans are also used by him. Wen Leyang still brought some of the medicines he used and immediately left the mountain to return to Wenjia Village. Xiao Yi hesitated, but then I heard that the four masters might be in the village. Here, he followed him and left the old, sick and dead.
Before leaving, Wen Shulin limped up and handed Xiao Yi a long baggage. The little girl opened it and cheered, and the old man repaired the big horn in recent months.
Two silly uncles also made trouble to go home to see the boss and follow Wen Leyang the same way.
Two days later, Wen Leyang and four people were servants, one carrying a carrot, and he embarked on the path of Jiuding Mountain with great enthusiasm.
Wen Leyang just walked a few steps, suddenly frowned and stood still. After he woke up, he was much more sensitive to the things around him than before.
Two Qiyu Xuan'ang young people walked out slowly from the roadside and smiled before them. The eyes were polished, their faces were rosy and healthy, and their skin was like a baby's new tender and fair skin. Not carrying a long sword, but the look on the eyebrows of the eyes is like the young man who rained the night and attacked the old and sick and dead square and was stung by 'I served'.
Two young people stopped them and asked politely with a smile: "Is your temperament warm?"
Wen Shisan looked at his silly brother wonderingly: "They are robbing?"
Wen Leyang raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile: "What's wrong? Can't go here?" His body is sturdy and sturdy, with a simple look and bright eyes. He is just an ordinary young man in the village, but the dark red scar on his face was diluted. A little bit pure, added a touch of roughness.
Both young men's eyes flashed a contempt of arrogance. Let Wen Leyang be familiar with the arrogant color.
Two of the four people are stupid, a little girl, and a sturdy body are also stupid.
The youth on the left still smiled: "This is Wenjia Village, only people with the surname Wen can go up."
Wen Leyang held down two silly uncles, and his tone was no longer polite: "When will Wen Jia look for someone to come to see you! Who are you."
The two young men glanced at each other, and both smiled, and turned sideways to open the way. The person who spoke earlier said again: "There have been more than one or two like you said in the past few days. You must also be named Wen. Come on up the hill, do n’t be like them, you have to beat your head and bleed to get up. "
Is gentle and sincere, but the trace of contempt cannot be erased anyway.
Wen Leyang knew that something was wrong on the mountain and didn't want to get entangled with the two of them. He snorted and walked away. Unexpectedly, the two silly uncles suddenly burst into a cry: "Fight!"
Two silly uncles rushed out in a flash, and the two young men had not been able to converge the smiles on their faces, they were wrapped up in the shadows drawn by Wen Jiu and Wen 13!
Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang!
The dull fist-to-meat sounds rang like a cannon, and two silly uncles used Wen Jia's wrong fist to the extreme in an instant, fists, elbows, shoulders, arms, heads, knees and legs, and even the back butt. Severe blows, like mercury falling into the air in one go, a moment of effort, the two young men screamed and fell down seven or eight meters away, blood in their mouths, and each spit out several teeth. The original handsome face was not backed by the front teeth. , Suddenly became ridiculous.
Wen Jiu took a spit: "It's not a robbery!" He pulled his brother up and raised his chest, striding up the mountain. I don't know how he came to this conclusion.
Wen Leyang couldn't laugh or cry. If he was ranked by boxing alone, not his own, it would naturally be the four old men of the Wen family, followed by the uncle Wen Tunhai, and then they should be counted as these two silly uncles. The other elders in the village and these two On a bit-by-bit basis, boxing is not at a level.
When he first entered the mountain, he was beaten up by the two bosses because of the Barbecue Gate incident. With his own accomplishments at that time, he was only beaten.
The two young men were instructed to seal the mountains. In these days, they met some little characters of the Wen family. Now they face Wen Jiu and Wen Xia, and they have no room for resistance. far. However, after so many hits and not being killed, it can be considered a skill.
The two young men fell to the ground, groaning angrily, struggling for a few times without getting up, and simply lying on the ground and screaming: "Dare! Squeeze the sword with the firmly!
Long Yin Cangran, two bright smooth lines drawn from their waist!
Wen Leyang shouted angrily, and the momentum that had already accumulated was violently slammed. When the body was full of energy, all the skin contracted suddenly, firmly holding the muscles and bones, and the heavy body swayed with huge inertia. Like a violent storm!
The short flying sword that just came out of the shell fell to the ground, and the two young people jumped on the ground in pain. They only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and a violent momentum was like a real rush. Then the iron-like hands firmly grasped the four fingers of the brother holding the sword.
The dark red scar on Wen Leyang's face was shimmering in the sunlight, a voluptuous and arrogant light.
Two silly uncles cheered and ran away, picked up the unresponsive flying sword, and looked closely at the sun, Wen Jiuyi wondered: "You said they flew?"
Wen Thirteen shook his head and rolled his eyes.
Wen Jiu rolled his eyes, hehe smiled and said: "It is estimated that there is something inside, let's break open to see!" He said that he leaned over and picked up the stone, Wen Shisan had something to learn and lifted a bigger stone.
When the two young men heard it, their eyes were about to burst into flames, but they couldn't get rid of the iron hands like steel pliers anyway.
Wen Leyang looked at the expressions of the two and moved.
The flying sword was sharp enough to divide the gold crack stone, but even the best sword couldn't help but smashed from the front. After a few clicks, the sword appeared cracked. The flying sword seemed to know that its destiny was critical and began to jitter unsteadily. Uncle Silly saw a reaction, and got more spirits, added some strength to the raised stone, and finally the clanging series of clinking sounds ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The crystallized and dazzling sword became dozens Block fragmentation.
Each piece of debris reflected the expressions of two silly uncles who were both disappointed and fresh. At first glance, it looked like a mosaic.
The monk's flying sword will communicate with the master's mind, and the master will also suffer from severe injuries, which is much more serious than skin trauma such as a broken finger.
The two young men's faces quickly dimmed and their bodies shook violently like sieve chaff. Wen Leyang let out his hands with a snort. The fingers were unnaturally twisted together, and the phalanx broke into pieces.
These two people, like the baby face that sneaked into Hongyelin, will guide the flying sword and will have some spells, but their physical constitution is almost the same as that of ordinary people. If you put aside the flying sword, it will not be much stronger than those martial arts masters. Not to mention, if it is Uncle Wen Tun Hai, no matter what the situation, he can avoid the sneak attack of the Buddha lampworm.
Wen Leyang flipped through one's pocket again, flipped out a mobile phone from inside, and skillfully dialed a number.
There is no signal in the depth of the mountain and there is no place to charge. Wen Leyang did not bring a mobile phone this time.
The uncle had a weak voice, and rang from the end of the phone. He heard Wen Leyang's voice and only said: "Honestly stay in the red leaf forest!" He hung up, and the warmth and the sea that were thick and thick inside out There was no response and asked where Wen Leyang's cell phone came from, how could a signal come out.
Wen Leyang's complexion was green, reaching for Xiao Yi's back and quickly walking up the mountain.
Wen Jiu and Wen Thirteen followed behind him, still holding a stone in his hand, and the thief stared at Wen Leyang ’s mobile phone pocket. It seemed to be very open to look at. ~ Www.EbookFREE.me ~ Welcome Book friends come to read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all in ~ EbookFREE.me ~