After reading the letter, I was shocked!

I thought that my industry was extinguished and could go back to the Hong Village, but I never thought that Chen Jiu Tong would let me return to Hong Village.

In the past, he could go back at night; now he can't go back completely, not even close.

I don't know what kind of secret there is in this, but Chen Jiu and Chen Jiu and left such a letter to me when he was alive, which is definitely a big thing.He must know something, and it must be related to the reincarnation and the emperor.

Thinking about it, I immediately called Zhou Jianbing to check out the "time travel company", they must have seen Chen Jiu Tong, at least to know the time when this letter was written.

Zhou Jianbing responded that the travel company was registered in the west, and his network had not yet extended to the other side.It takes a little time.

I let him as soon as possible.

After putting down the phone, I sighed, Chen Jiu Tong behind the joint Yandu Emperor, although this matter is unexpected, but it is a peeping imperial motive window.

Chen Jiu did not give up the emperor until he died, and there must be some scruples, either about himself or about me.

If it is the former.The words before the night wanderer have some credibility, and if it is the latter, it must be related to the motives of the emperor.

But I need to be sure of one thing: the emperor is not a ghost.

Without saying a word, it was midnight at this time, I immediately took out my mobile phone and sent a text message to the long-lost ghost number: you were watching for so long, should I call you a ghost, or the emperor?

I was shocked by the “tip” of the text.The message was successful, indicating that the other party had received the letter.I can't help but raise my spirit, carefully sense everything around me, there is no surgeal wind, the sound of the crabs crawling on the beams, the leaves outside from the branches fall... The ghost number can be texted, indicating that it is around.

I now seriously suspect that the so-called numbers, text messages, phone calls that occurred between myself and the ghosts, is an illusion, not real.

Because every time you contact the ghost number, all the text messages will automatically disappear without a trace, the number is still there, but it is my own storage.

And what makes me hallucinating when I am awake must be a very powerful being, or a very magical object.If the ghost is the emperor, it is the reincarnation.

But to my disappointment, I was not aware of any suspicious fluctuations, as always.

“The Ting!”

At this time.The phone thought and sent a text message.

I opened the screen immediately, and the ghost wrote back.Since you have guessed, why are you not confident?

“Fuck!”

I cursed that the ghost was really the emperor, from when I returned to Hongcun.He has already appeared.

The tone of a text message is exactly the same as what the Guardians of the Valley of the Wild Men say: You’re back, we’ve been waiting for you for a long time.And, after that, the ghost number guided me several times to find the coffins, in the Savage Valley, in the gated village...

Of course, it also protected me many times, and once Hong Qing's biochemical man was seriously injured, it also let him take blood food to save him.

In the dark, the family seems to be under his control.

I immediately replied: What do you want to do around me?

Of all the forces in Hongcun, the forces of more than half a step are the most advanced, and on the first day that I was born with Hong Chunmei, Mengfu sneaked in, and also crushed the kubiqu.Let it have to give up.

After that, the emperor, and finally the ghost king's palace.As for the door is not involved, because the strength of Ma Yongde and Huang Daxian is too low, but the people who practice law are too far away from the Daomen.

The text message was sent, and there was silence, and it did not return for a long time.

I was a little worried that it was not left, so I sent another: Chen Jiutong's death was done by you?

It makes me feel comfortable.There is a reception, still there.

It didn’t take long for it to reply, but the content made me a little inexplicable: being late is paying the price.

I was speechless for a while, I don't know what he meant, it's hard to do the wrong thing with Chen Jiu Tong?I didn't want to send another one, but this time, the number was incorrect and the sending failed.

Obviously left.Or “broken lines.”

I sat in my chair and suddenly thought of the wrong place.If the emperor can still contact me, does that mean that its ability has not disappeared?

Either the strength is still there, and the bottom is strong enough to be at all I can’t understand.Or maybe the reincarnation is still in your hands.

But both may not seem to exist.

The emperor brought his own reincarnation, naturally do not need to go through the land, self-return can be, the memory can be retained, but how can the strength be retained?

The reincarnation has fallen into the hands of the ghost king's palace when it is in the town of Ma, and the ghost royal hall has then contracted, which is obviously verified by them.There’s a hidden problem here, but I can’t understand where the problem is.

Then I called the fat man again, but the fat man was also confused.

Unsatisfcent, I just have to give up.

I slept all night, the next day.When the east of the fish is white, the colorful eagles hit a loud chicken.

I got up and poured a little mountain spring water on the tea, and then fed a little middle finger blood, it has grown to a foot and a half so high, the face is more and more clear, the leaves that grow have more than 20 pieces, the old tender ones have, crisp and dripping.

It was sent before the soldiers sent.The environment here is more suitable for its growth, cloud shelter cage, full of rhyme.

The east gradually luminous, purple, very thick color, much stronger than when Wudang Mountain.There is even a great power, as if it were about to rise from the horizon, as if it were a purple day.　　It is beautiful, it feels as small as facing the sea.

I exhale a turbid breath, no wonder the old drunkard and the mother-in-law have let me come here, purple, here is absolutely unique.

I don't know if this is really able to attack the threshold of the Fa, only to try, Meng's ghost opening, naturally is the white incense moon instructions.

She said okay, that’s okay.

In any case, there is no harm, the Fa given by Lu 7 is to think of the purple light as a kind of thing that can nourish the body, energy, swallow and suck.

Just like in the mountains.I tried to feel the method of Lu Qi, while practicing the dragon tooth knife.

The weight of this knife is different from the previous heavy knife, and it must also re-master the force and strength.

I thought things were too much.Even if you practice, it won’t be long.

But I did not expect that during this time, except for the chaos of monsters and some harmful things that had been demonized everywhere, nothing had happened.

That’s half a year’s time!

Today, it is already the turn of the spring and summer of the new year.

Fat people like to enjoy, simply pay the Tao again, the original very bitter conditions to make comfortable can no longer be comfortable.

But he would also follow me every morning to smell the chicken dance, the strength is progressing faster than I am, and the 100-year-old road is just around the corner.And I have successfully broken through two hundred years to understand, back to the east of the New Year, really Guago and other groups of people to shock.

Even the tea tree essence also spread the leaves fork, and even these days have begun to fall tea, fat people also collected the tea, said until enough to make tea to try, eager to try.

The only thing that has not progressed is the so-called "purple east" method that I breathe in.

It is indeed as Lu Qi said is the quality of the bad street, can not be too full of expectations, otherwise the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

On this day, the sky is dim, and the colorful eagles are ringing again.

Day and night grew, purple, I stretched out a lazy waist, carrying a dragon tooth knife to get up to the edge of the cliff, the fat man also sleepy eyes yawning behind the sky.

Looking at the vast purple, I took a deep breath, the hand holding the knife slowly cut out, seemingly slow, in fact, extremely fast, full of eight fragments, and finally combined into one; like lightning, quiet as a mountain, without a trace of shaking; sharp, simple, accompanied by a dull whistling.

At this time, in the depths of the sea of clouds ahead, a red shadow suddenly appeared, and then a flash came to the edge of the cliff.The morning breeze blows red clothes, and the clothes float, revealing a wonderful curve to the top of the waist.

The White Moon.

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