Kaifeng Bistro

Chapter 53 fluke

Tan Zhifeng couldn't bear it any longer. Seeing that the yellow snake had lost its mana and kept dodging under the siege of the three people, that strange feeling appeared in his body again, and the exhausted spiritual power was filled up like a spring. every corner of his body.

The time to come finally came, Tan Zhifeng's body was shivering in the cold wind, but he was very calm in his heart.He knows what's going on.But... to whom should I entrust the water drop pendant this time...

He looked into the distance, and vaguely saw three people fighting fiercely with the yellow snake, and he could only catch a glimpse of Yiyi's whip, flickering in the depths of the bamboo forest.They don't have time to notice themselves, it's too late.

Tan Zhifeng carefully plucked the water droplet from his neck, and hung it on the swaying bamboo branch beside him.The water drop pendant kept flickering, as if calling its owner, telling him not to rush into the dangerous black mist so recklessly.

But Tan Zhifeng just shrugged his shoulders lightly: "I'm sorry, Yi Yi, this is my mission." He said, and then his figure became blurred and gradually disappeared. A hiss of despair.

Tan Zhifeng woke up in severe pain, two big hands strangled his throat, making him unable to breathe at all. He wanted to raise his right hand to resist, but found that his right hand was hanging limply by his side, and he couldn't use any strength.He suddenly realized what a dangerous and terrible situation Xu Gan was in - his right hand was broken.

Tan Zhifeng was not discouraged, he knew that Bo was on the verge of madness, he opened his eyes reluctantly, and looked at Bo Na's eye sockets that were about to burst.At that moment, Bo's expression suddenly changed: "I...I remembered..."

His hand loosened slightly, but Tan Zhifeng seized this perhaps the only opportunity. He didn't have much strength to break free yet, but he concentrated his spiritual power on Xu Gan's only movable left hand as much as possible, And if he remembers correctly, Xu Gan is left-handed, and his left hand is at least as strong and flexible as his right hand.

Tan Zhifeng felt that his throat was hot, as if it was being burned by something, he smiled lightly, but what he heard was a low and vague hum.He said in a hoarse voice desperately: "You... despicable... villain..."

Hearing Tan Zhifeng's voice, Bo suddenly let go of his hand in astonishment. At this moment, Tan Zhifeng swung his left fist and hit Bo's chin with all his strength.

All the pure and powerful spiritual power was concentrated in this blow. Bo was beaten and flew up from Xu Gan, and fell to the ground with a crash. A broken bamboo branch pierced his arm, and blood gushed out. He also frowned in pain, and took a hissing breath.Tan Zhifeng supported the ground and stood up with difficulty. His right hand still cannot be repaired temporarily, but the strength in his body has returned.

"What the hell is going on, who are you...?!" Bo pressed his injured arm, and stood up bit by bit: "You are not him, you are... why did I forget you? !"

"Because I shouldn't have known you, because you should have let go of all this long ago, because..." Tan Zhifeng walked in front of Bo, and suddenly threw his left fist from his side, turning into a meteor-like white light: "Because I want to go now Killed you!"

"No!" Bo also summoned up all his energy, and he also stretched out his left palm in an instant, full of black air, and pushed Tan Zhifeng's head-on left fist aside, and at the same time, his injured right hand stretched out towards Tan Zhifeng's cheek, But Tan Zhifeng dodged it, and then punched him in the face again.

"Zhifeng, Zhifeng..." Although Bo's expression changed after being punched, not only was he not annoyed, but his eyes were shining with joy: "I remember!"

"Then forget about it again!" Tan Zhifeng stepped back, and he put away his left hand. He had a feeling that this time, he and Xu Gan's bodies were better integrated, and he could feel the spiritual power more freely.In Xu Gan's chest, there seemed to be a voice calling him. This familiar call made his internal organs burn, and his spiritual power continued to grow with his surging emotions. His whole body was submerged in countless silvery stars. During the flickering, the light became more and more intense and dazzling. Bo could no longer look directly at him, and could only use his remaining strength to resist the attack of this completely different spiritual power.

"It's not good, in the bamboo forest... the black air in the bamboo forest is getting heavier and heavier, and there is still a white light, if this continues, the whole Kaifeng people will see..." In the Buddhist hall in front, Wen Hui is still sitting upright On the height, his pair of phoenix eyes were closed, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

"White light?" He opened his eyes slowly, and looked out of the Buddhist hall with interest. The monks had been running around in a hurry for a while, but Wen Hui didn't stand up until now , the sky outside is already a little bright, and on the dark tree shadows in the east, the sky is glowing with dark blue morning light.On the other side, the heavy black air covering the entire sky is gradually fading below the ground level.

"Old friends are all here." He finally stood up leisurely and said, "Come on, take me to have a look."

……

"I like you, what's your name?"

"Why don't you talk? Are you... can't talk?"

"Let me give you a name. Your name is...Zhifeng. From now on, I will call you that. When I call you, you just nod to accept it."

"...But if someone calls you, you are not allowed to agree casually."

The two people under the tree were still sitting side by side, but the person behind the tree stood silently in the dim shadow.

Among the two people under the tree, only one was talking non-stop, but the lightly drooping willow and the faint shadow cast by the sun made this scene extraordinarily harmonious.

"I want you to stay here, in the palace, and I will tell the national teacher to let him keep you. He will help me, won't he?"

"What do you want to do, tell me?" The young man who spoke stood up, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he looked at the solemn and quiet palace not far away: "I already have enough attendants, Father will not agree, those Gentlemen . . . they will say . . . "

He lowered his head and looked at the boy sitting cross-legged at his feet.He just gave him a nice name called Zhifeng.So he continued to ask: "Zhifeng, do you want to stay by my side?"

……

The black and white mist intertwined and collided, making noise and rolling, the beam of light rolled up dust, gravel, and remaining snow on the ground, roaring and rushing into the air, the people near Tianqing Temple got up from their beds in horror, ran When I went to the street, I watched this strange and frightening scene, but soon, the sound of the drum in the drum tower in the temple sounded. spread around.

The people standing on the street looked at each other blankly. They were still wearing underwear and underwear. They didn't know why they were standing there. The sky was dim and quiet, and there was nothing strange about it.They shook their heads strangely and went back home to sleep.

On the bell tower, a blue bird fluttered its wings, its long feathers fluttered like a silk ribbon as thin as a cloud, a faint light flashed around it, and it flew towards the tumbling air in the bamboo forest. Straight through the middle of the wave.Where the tip of the bird's wing passes, light blue smoke rises, along the circle formed by the black smoke, rolls away in all directions like a prairie fire, and then rises rapidly, the white light spots and purple The black mist was shrouded in this blue smoke.

The blue light floats, like a dome, and like a desert. Tan Zhifeng, who is confronting Bo, feels the interference of this newly added extraordinary spiritual power. He subconsciously feels it with his heart—this power is almost as powerful as Ying Long. , but it is different from Ying Long and his deep, stable, and unpredictable spiritual power. It is more blazing, gestating an endless stream of vigorous vitality.

Tan Zhifeng stared at Bo on the opposite side, he raised his left hand and waved it lightly, the white light that was originally used to suppress the black energy coming out of Bo's body receded bit by bit.He seemed to hear an indisputable voice in the blue smoke surrounding him saying to him: "Tan Zhifeng, now is not the time, let him go."

Tan Zhifeng looked up in surprise, and saw a blue bird hovering above his head with its long tail feathers.At this moment, he heard a glowing and joyful voice beyond the smoke and dust: "Guard Zhan, this beast is about to be finished!"

Opposite Tan Zhifeng, Bo's expression changed from uneasiness to fear, his thick black eyebrows furrowed, and there was a loud bang, and a wooden staff engraved with the ferocious head of a yellow snake appeared in his hand. The wooden stick let out a low cry, but after several times, there was no response.

Tan Zhifeng didn't know if the voice just now came from the hovering blue bird, but he knew that he and Xu Gan escaped danger again.The black malaise was dissipating, and the light blue smoke filled this small piece of sky like floating dust.Facing the monks running towards this side, he backed up little by little, and backed up to the bamboo where he hung the water drop pendant just now.

For some reason, this time, Tan Zhifeng missed Xu Gan's body very much.He is warm, strong, and the pounding heartbeat is no stranger to Tan Zhifeng, as if it is a part of himself.The dragon soul was trying to keep him, and he could even feel that the restlessness was stronger than last time.

"No..." He suddenly remembered the words that echoed in his ears just now: "It's not the time yet." He whispered.

"Look, it's there..." Tan Zhifeng sat down, and left quietly before the smoke cleared.Xu Gan swayed and fell unconscious on the ground, but the monks who ran over quickly helped him up.

"Oh my god, his arm is broken!" Someone said, "Hurry up and get the abbot."

Tan Zhifeng was just a few steps away, watching the monks surround Xu Gan, carefully put him down, and then looked around for Wen Hui.

"Little shopkeeper, you did a good job." Tan Zhifeng was watching intently, when suddenly Wen Hui's smiling voice sounded behind him.