After the Fairy Disappeared

  Fortunately, he was riding a blue sheep, and the horse couldn't jump up and down such a rugged terraced field.

   "Hurry up, hurry up!" He Lingchuan urged the rock sheep, unexpectedly urgent. Shi Er's family didn't know, so he only thought he wanted to return to the team, and pointed out the way, "There is a small road. It's a little steeper, but if you go down there, you can catch up with the caravan." The mountain road is almost half a circle around Fengmo Mountain, and climbing the mountain for the two of them is equivalent to taking a shortcut.

   It's just that this shortcut is too difficult to take, and normal teams can't choose it.

  At this time, people came in from several small roads one after another, both men and women, and they were all amazed to see the ancient ruins.

   These are guests from other caravans who came up for sightseeing. Everyone followed the rules and followed the established route, which was more than a bit slower than them.

  He Lingchuan had just jumped near the path leading into the mountain when suddenly there was a whistling sound from behind him.

   To be honest, the sound of the wind here changes a lot, like wolves howling, like ghosts crying, like tigers roaring, like whistles, you can hear everything.

  But the whistle at the rear was three long and two short, and the series of rapid sounds behind it were obviously not natural wind sounds.

  He Lingchuan moved his ears, looked back, and saw a person standing beside the ground, holding a long whistle and blowing happily.

  Other whistles are short, at most an inch long. The green whistle in his hand was like half a chopstick, like bamboo but not bamboo, like jade but not jade, with knots and scars on it.

  And the sound he blew was actually softer and thicker than the whistle sound, and it was actually like a whale singing.

   This person also used his real strength to whistle, so that the whistle could not disperse, so that it would not be covered by the surrounding noise.

  No one can withstand the wind, knife, frost and sword on the top of the mountain. Everyone wears thick felt hats or scarves to cover their faces, with only a pair of eyes exposed, including He Lingchuan and Shi Erdangjia.

  But if this person wants to blow the whistle, he can only take off his mask to reveal his true colors.

   Fu Shanyue!

  Looking at the increasingly familiar face, He Lingchuan's heart suddenly trembled.

   Sure enough, this person escaped from Fufeng City all at once, and continued to perform the mission without giving up.

  But the envoy of Yamaba Kingdom clearly went east to return to the country, why didn't Fu Shane come after him, but came here instead?

   Could it be that his goal has changed?

   Fu Shanyue looked up and looked around while whistling, his eyes turned red.

  Although his behavior was weird, other tourists would not stop him. Only one person was dissatisfied: "Keep your voice down, don't cause an avalanche!"

   Only He Lingchuan raised his eyes and looked around. He was about to jump onto the stone platform path, but suddenly turned the sheep's head so that it jumped directly into a deep groove on the side of the mountain.

  The mountain wall is full of grooves eroded by this wind and snow. The big ones can accommodate houses, and the small ones can only get a squirrel in.

   This is a dead end, there is no passage behind.

  There seem to be three large characters engraved on the rock wall, which need to be carefully identified.

  Shi Erdao was puzzled: "Brother He, what are you?" "Are you going down the mountain?"

  At this moment, another strange sound suddenly came from the mountainside, like a trapped animal unable to get out of its nest, full of rage and anger, so the sound like thunder was extraordinarily loud.

  The most important thing is that this sound came from the cracks in the ground!

   It's as if some monster is about to jump out of it.

   The guy who whistled was also retreating, all the way to the mountain wall, but the whistle kept on.

  At this time, there was a young man in his early twenties standing at the crack of the floor, making fun of his companions: "Oh, what are you afraid of?

   As soon as the words were out of my mouth, a violent wind blew out from the cracks in the ground!

   None of the people standing at the crack were blown away to the outside, and the one who made fun of it just now was the most unlucky to be blown up by the strong wind and directly hit the sky.

  He Lingchuan built a tent with his hands, and visually estimated that he flew up to a height of at least ten... no, seventeen or eighty feet.

   Well, falling is the only way to die.

  The strong wind rushing out of the cracks in the ground did not go out along the hole slot as usual, but echoed round and round in the ring-shaped mountainside. Every time a circle is passed, the wind will increase a little bit, woohoo

  The sound of the wind has also increased a bit, but the "volume" of the wind seems to have shrunk instead.

  The dozen or so tourists who went up the mountain for sightseeing were also unlucky, they were sucked in immediately. Using them as reference objects, He Lingchuan could see that the radius of their twirling was getting smaller and smaller.

  At the same time, the gravel, mud, sand, and snow accumulated everywhere are also sucked in, and they are all mixed together.

  These people could scream a few times at first, but then they were knocked unconscious.

   With these sundries colored, He Lingchuan finally saw the appearance of "wind" clearly:

  A standard tornado, big at the top and small at the bottom.

  The two uppermost parts are dark, like eyes.

  He Lingchuan and the blue sheep stood against the depths of the mountain wall. Such a strong wind couldn't move them.

  The only person still standing in the arena is the whistleblower. The tornado seemed to avoid him on purpose.

   "This, this is Fengmo?" Master Shi Er was so startled that his eyes straightened, and he was stunned for a few moments and suddenly shouted, "How is this possible!"

  This road has been safe for hundreds of years, and even he himself has walked it several times. Why did he suddenly encounter Feng Mo this time?

  Is this a hell!

   Wasn’t Feng Mo killed by the Treasure Tree King?

  He hurriedly asked He Lingchuan: "Brother He, how do you know this thing is coming out?"

  But He Lingchuan turned a deaf ear to it, and instead observed something carefully:

  A sculpture of Wind Lion Lord.

  Yes, there are also two wind lions in this groove, one on the left and one on the left. The one on the left is one person tall, and the one on the right is three feet tall.

  He Lingchuan stared wide-eyed at the back of Feng Shiye, and asked an inexplicable question at the same time: "There is no wind in this groove, why?"

  In order not to be blown away, he also hid the blue sheep deep. Unexpectedly, there is no wind at all standing here, as if the tornado selectively ignores this groove.

  Just now he took a few steps outside, at most he could only feel the breeze blowing on his face, as if he was in a different world from the doomsday scene outside.

  Shi Erdao was still in shock, and repeated in a daze: "Why?"

  At the moment of the horrifying scene, does Brother He still pay attention to such details?

  He also turned to He Lingchuan, and saw that the snow on the back of Fengshi Lord had been wiped off, revealing fine lines.

  Is there a formation behind the sculpture?

   "Maybe it's because of them." He Lingchuan pointed down casually, "Look at the terraced fields below. There are wind lion gods nearby. Is there any damage?"

Master Shi Er lowered his head subconsciously, and sure enough, he saw that the terraced fields where the wind lion **** was placed were still covered with thick snow, and had not been sucked into the tornado; while the place where the wind lion **** was placed in the town seemed to have just been cleaned by a vacuum cleaner. Clean and tidy.

  Yes, yes, the function of Fengshi Lord is to ward off wind and suppress evil spirits!

   No wonder Misty Sect wants to place Wind Lion Gods everywhere in its territory, it turns out that it is for the purpose of warding off Yi Fengmo.

   "These sculptures are carefully refined, and then engraved with formations, they are not ordinary goods." He Lingchuan briefly read the formations, and he was determined.

   There are many diagrams of formations hidden in the Wenxuan Pavilion of Panlong City, especially the more battle formations, he did not miss it.

  Even if you can't be proficient, at least it's not a problem to verify the authenticity.

  He took another look at Fu Shanyue, and found that this person was indeed standing around Feng Shi Ye, and even if he faced Feng Mo directly, he was only flying with his clothes flapping.

   At this time, the tornadoes in the mountainside have gathered and become smaller.

  However, this kind of shrinkage is not reassuring. On the contrary, it is like compressing a balloon to the limit, and it will burst when it reaches the critical point.

  When the radius of the wind circle was only three feet, the tornado let out a roar that shook the sky.

  If there is a sympathy in the sky, it was originally a clear sky, but suddenly thunder bursts, and a large cloud of dark clouds floated from nowhere, and quickly blocked the sun.

  The sky turned dark all of a sudden, and dark clouds overwhelmed the city.

  Fu Shanyue had already climbed to a high place, and at this moment he simply stretched out his hand and pointed to the guards on the opposite mountain road.

  This action is murderous.

   The tornado seemed to have received the order to kill, and roared out of the golden summit of Fengmo Mountain, rushing all the way to the opposite side!

   Master Shi Er yelled: "Is this man crazy? He actually summoned the wind demon to attack the guards!"

   "Not crazy, he's here to kill people!" Fu Shanyue has always done things on target, and I don't know what happened to the guards this time. Could it be that he is also coveting the spiritual seed of the treasure tree king?

  He Lingchuan grabbed the ice and snow from the ground, and rubbed it on the lettering on the rock wall.

  Bai Xue sank into tracing the characters, and he finally saw the stone carvings of the ancient fairy language:

  Fengboyan.

  Shi Erdao stayed at home for a while, and suddenly he bowed to He Lingchuan: "Thank you brother He for reminding, otherwise the caravan will be over!"

   Now he can also see that the guards are the whistleblower's target. Fortunately, he listened to He Lingchuan's words and let the Shimen caravan lag behind the guards by more than ten miles, so as to avoid disaster.

  This caravan has been the painstaking effort of the two brothers for half their life. If it is destroyed by Feng Mo, it will really hurt their vitality.

  My lord, this is really a noble person helping me.

   "Should be." He Lingchuan smiled, stretched his legs and stretched a stone tile down the mountainside.

  His footwork is good, and his head is also good. The stone tile rolled over and over between the terraced fields, the speed became faster and faster, and finally fell to the long ground seam.

  The stone tiles fell into the cracks of the ground, just like a piece of wood falling into the water, dangling out of thin air under He Lingchuan's eyes for a long time, and suddenly floated up again.

  This is what Shi Erdangjia said earlier, that there is a miracle in the ground that "falling objects will not sink".

  The strong wind from the ground will blow the objects that fall into the cracks upward.

   That is to say, the abnormality of the previous ground seam was all due to the wind demon?

  What is this guy doing inside, ambush to recharge?

   It was Fu Shanyue who blew the whistle, so where did he get another Feng Mo?

  Most importantly, why did Fu Shanyue attack King Baoshu's guard? Can a normal person do such a thing?

  He Lingchuan thought about it and did a small experiment:

  He put both wind lion gods into the storage ring.

  The full mountain wind from outside suddenly poured in, blowing over every inch of the stone surface mercilessly.

   This confirms that He Lingchuan's guess is correct, this thing is a windbreaker.

He put the wind lion back again, and said to Master Shi Er, "Stay here and don't run around", then he rode on the rock sheep and walked along the mountain wall to the top of the mountain. Lord Wind Lion.

   Be prepared.