Sighing on the river.

Xia Ji watched the jade coffin shatter. Although his mind was blank, he instinctively quickly pinched the marks.

The Ling Emperor, three hand seals in his right hand, three freezes, are communicating with all things, and these things naturally include the bubble phantom that has dispersed now.

Even his eyes were almost wet at that moment.

Hope arises and then shatters again, and this is the most painful thing in the world.

But he has settled down quickly:

"I'll ask you quietly, what's wrong with the jade coffin?"

He expressed his meaning clearly, so the scattered bubbles could be understood.

"It's broken."

"Yeah, it's not easy to fix."

"The last use period has passed long ago, we can go back to our hometown."

"Hey? Where are you going to blow me away?"

"Wow, where is this place? Why is it so bright..."

The messy words broke out in an instant, and many of them were said overlapping, but Xia Ji could understand them.

"Can you get together again? Or, how can you fix it?"

The elves shouted:

"Hey, hey, hey, we're going to the sky."

"One, two, three, four, five, who else should be together?"

"Fly, fly."

"Soloom!"

"Flying two!"

"Three flying!"

"Take me, la la la."

"Why do you need to fix it?"

Hearing a reliable voice, Xia Ji said, "Because there is someone who is very important to me, I need this jade coffin."

"oh."

"Oh la la la la..."

The flying chips of the jade coffin flew into the sky and floated away. The sound was also casually asked, and after asking, I forgot it.

Xia Ji looked calm, and he buckled his fingers and put them in a square cage.

Ghost Emperor - the cage of all things.

“Bring them back.”

After the calm sound, the direction of the wind and snow in the sky changed suddenly, no longer in a single direction, but was like a fishing net, wrapping the flying chips up.

Soon, the jade coffin flying slabs came back.

After some exchange, Xia Ji probably understood:

This jade coffin is probably indeed a Shennong jade coffin, but it has been used many times because of its magical function. After all, the loss in the mythical era is too great, and the owner of the jade coffin cannot withstand the powerful aunts and aunts coming to say hello...

The reason why this jade coffin fell into the sigh of the world was only because of "all energy was exhausted". The original powerful healing effect was no longer there. Therefore, in the continuous battles in the mythological era, the jade coffin fell off, and no immortals came to search for it again.

Otherwise, how could it stay in the Sighing River for so long?

Bai Pu knows the information.

Know the information yourself.

So, don’t you know the reincarnation of some other powerful people in the world?

If you know, don’t look for it, it’s because... this jade coffin is useless!!!

Perhaps a evil spirit at the bottom of the river is its entire surplus value.

Xia Ji raised his left hand, and the vortex of Emperor Dayuan quickly absorbed the evil soul. It shouldn't have existed, and he did evil on the river, and he knew too much.

The evil soul turned into spiritual energy and entered his soul, and then entered the sun spiritual pattern, which slightly moisturized his huge loss just now.

One thought returned to the Niwan Palace of the Kunlun Little Sword Emperor.

The flames burned, and the fire of life rekindled the body again, causing the temporarily sealed body to move.

The little village girl watched her husband grab the long sword at her waist, stood up silently, and sat on the bow of the black-sailed boat.

He looked up at the snow all over the sky despite the cold, but his expression was full of peace.

"Husband..."

The little village girl shouted with some concern, "It's cold outside."

But the swordsman is a mute and he can't speak.

So, the little village girl grabbed the umbrella, ran to the bow of the boat, rubbed her hands, squatted beside him, and held up the most common black oil-paper umbrella in the countryside to cover him with the wind and snow.

This company was overnight.

The swordsman looked up at the white sky, and the picture in front of him slowly changed, and some memories were as if in front of him:

..

..

"Xiao Ji, Bai Pu, it's time to go home for supper."

The girl stood in front of the door in the sunset with a sweet smile, wearing a plaid jacket, with floury white hands on her hands, and her long hair gently hanging behind her.

It seemed that the two stinky brats did not respond. She stepped on her feet again, expanded her hands into a loud horn, and amplified her voice and shouted, "Xiao Ji, Bai Pu..."

The sound spread, and the two boys who were competing for martial arts looked at each other, then turned around and ran back.

...

The demon concubine, who was fascinating all over the world, walked into the academy with a group of palace masters, walked to him, and asked everyone coldly:

"My brother is sincerely coming to the school to study. Are you so neglecting him?"

...

In the afternoon sun, she baked small muffins for herself and cooked medicinal food.

One idle day after another.

...

"I like others, but they may not like me."

"If I don't like you, I will blind her eyes! If I can like you, these eyes will not grow white!"

...

"I'm fine, look, aren't that good?"

...

"I want to see your child, I want to see you free and safe..."

...

"This era changes, and the world changes, don't have any relationship with us. Let's live our own. I don't want you to change. I'm the only brother. I don't want you to pick up the butcher knife. I... you wouldn't have been ruthless before..."

...

Resurrecting the world, it feels like a different world.

Xia Ji suddenly looked at the girl beside him.

Meng Po could obviously not touch her clothes without wind and snow, but at this moment, she did not use even a little internal force, just like an ordinary girl.

Holding an umbrella and accompanying you.

Regardless of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

They are all so quiet.

Feeling the Lord tilted his head, Meng Po pursed her lips and showed a smile.

The swordsman patted her on the shoulder and signaled her to go into the black tent and not to freeze.

The little village girl hesitated for a long time, but she obediently handed the oil-paper umbrella to the swordsman's hand, turned around and went into the tent, and then looked at him worriedly.

She knew how much damage the destruction of Shennong Jade Coffin caused to the Lord, but he was the Lord and he would be fine.

The black-sailed boat lost its direction and floated aimlessly on the Sighing River.

The next morning, I followed a tributary to the shore.

There is a small fishing village on the shore, and smoke from cooking cooking is rising among the snowflakes.

The forehead of the swordsman in the first-school bow of the village girl was hot and hot. She hurriedly took him into the tent, took off her thick cotton jacket, wrapped him up, and then went to the fishing village with an umbrella to buy a hot fish soup, and hurried back.

The people in the fishing village are also kind-hearted. Although this kind of independent small village is very xenophobic, the fisherman selling fish ponds thinks that the girl in the small village is really kind...

The fisherman's wife believed in Buddhism. When she heard that the girl's husband had a fever, she saw that she was not wearing a cotton jacket, so she took a flower cotton jacket for her, and then called the village doctor and said carelessly, "Go and help him see the disease. It's cold and cold, and it's okay to not cure the fever."
Chapter completed!