The sword tablet on its back is another Zhenshan sword of Taiyizong.

Bladeless.

Sword Name: Ding Feng Bo.

Pei Tanglu floated up, suspended in mid-air, and stretched out his hand to hold the stone sword.

As the stone sword was lifted inch by inch by Pei Tanglu, the sound of water suddenly made a loud noise, and wind and waves suddenly surged across the river. The dark black sand on the turtle's tortoise's shell revived, as if the burden of thousands of stones was gradually relieved. There was a sound of muffled thunder, the stone sword was completely pulled out, and in the turbulent waves, the dragon turtle stepped on the water with three feet, raised its head and screamed.

When it returned to calm, Pei Tanglu landed on the shore with Dingfeng shrunk as usual.

The old turtle approached the river bank, grabbed the corner of his clothes, nodded his head up and down, and kept patting the river bank with his front feet.

Pei Tanglu understood what it meant.

It is asking: What about the gods?

Dingfengbo is the same as Taiyijian, and it comes from the hands of the gods. The difference is that Dingfengbo was originally a sword forged by the gods for Kongsang. At that time, the pillars of the East Pole and Antarctic were not erected, and the river water ran wildly on the thick soil that had just been forged, scouring the sloppy soil under the hibiscus trees. Therefore, the Divine Sovereign chose the ground stone and carved such a water-suppressing sword.

Later, the four extremes were settled, and the river in the center of the Twelve Continents subsided.

Kongsang has become the center of the world, and Pyongyang will no longer need such a sword.

Because of this, Kongsang Baishi didn't care much when Taiyizong took Dingbo away at the beginning.

The memory of the turtle clan has always been not very good, but this old dragon turtle, for some reason, was able to remember the gods clearly in the ten thousand years. When the incumbent head brought Qiu Bodeng back from the Wu clan, it broke out of the Renjiang River for the first time and traveled around the main peak. Go to the top of the mountain.

The eighteen years that Qiu Bodeng stayed in Taiyizong was the most frequent eighteen years when Taiyi disciples saw the old dragon turtle.

When the weather is good, most of the time, the red-clothed boy will lie on the back of the turtle to bask in the sun, throw a rod beside the reclining chair that does not know whether to hang the bait or not, and put a stack of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes on hand.

Break two pieces, throw one piece away.

The dragon turtle opened his mouth, stretched his neck, and closed his mouth.

Gollum, gollum.

Occasionally, a mindless fish collides with the hook, and it is also like a flick and a grunt.

I don't know what one person and one turtle are fishing.

Pei Tanglu leaned over and patted: "Next year, the little master will be back next year. When the little master returns, he will definitely bring you sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

The old turtle opened his mouth and slowly sank.

Pei Tanglu squatted by the water, watching the waves expand in circles and disappear in circles.

The blisters popped up, gurgling.

Vaguely there are still old children.

Don't remember the past, don't know the old dream.

Chapter 158

Mid-winter on March 9.

The ice season in Xizhou comes earlier than other continents, and leaves later than other continents, and the winter is cold and long. This year is the coldest winter since the end of the night, and also the coldest time of the year in Meicheng. White snow drifted over the gray tiles, and icicles formed under the eaves.

Usually, Meicheng should be quiet at this time.

From the beginning of Xiaoxue, relatives and friends have already returned to their hometowns one after another. In the middle of the winter, everyone who should come back has almost returned. Every family should close their doors and wait around the fire for the winter to pass. Except for some grocery stores, all the other shops in the streets are closed with wooden doors. In the whole city, there is only the rustling of snow falling from the eaves, and the occasional cat meowing by the fire, which is rare for pedestrians on the long streets.

This year's Meicheng is not clean.

Look around, the streets are full of people.

Refugees in ragged clothes, their lips are frozen blue and purple, their hands and feet are cracked and bleeding, and they are shivering under the eaves, dragging their families with their mouths... They are all people who fled from Haicheng. The hundreds of rivers heading south and the vengeful siren blood washed the coastal cities, one sea city after another was robbed, and hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and millions of refugees flocked to the interior.

At first, only the citizens of the sunken Haicheng fled, but soon, as the news spread, more and more people from the sea were also traveling eastward. All the flying boats that can buy Lu Yin are all overcrowded, and even the most infamous Shanhai Pavilion "Jinghong Baijuzhou" has become a lot of money.

Meicheng is located at the intersection of three escape routes.

Nearly a quarter of the refugees from the Changlan Strait, Baimu Strait and Hongdou Strait fled here.

"Give me a bowl of porridge, okay, give me a bowl of porridge."

The unkempt woman, carrying her child with a dirty strip of cloth, pleading pitifully, squeezed through the crowd.

At the end of East Street, under the weeping plum.

The breakfast shop of the "Yang" brand is surrounded by hungry refugees who are yellow-faced and skinny. The porridge in the pot is not so much porridge as it is half a bowl of clear soup with a layer of rice grains floating in the clear soup. In this way, every time the old woman poured out a bowl, a dozen hands immediately reached out and scrambled for it.

"Back off! Back off! Whoever squeezes into the stall will get out of Meicheng!" Yang Ji Porridge Shack, a Shanhaige cultivator standing on a high place, scolded severely.

Undoubtedly, if it wasn't for this cultivator's supervision, the refugees present would have rushed forward and snatched up all the porridge in the pot.

The granddaughter, who helped the old woman, turned pale.

In the beginning, the refugees waiting beside the porridge shed were not at all what they are now, barely considered orderly. They were one old and one young. In the middle of the night, they were woken up by the sound of the door being smashed. Some people who were hungry and mad climbed into the yard and tried to snatch away the rice and noodles from the porridge shop. Fortunately, a few days ago, a flying boat the size of half of Meicheng arrived in Meicheng.

Almost all Meicheng people clearly saw the flying boat.

It was the most exquisite and gorgeous flying boat they had ever seen in their lives, the White Jade Boat Golden Building. It landed outside Meicheng and directly dissipated the ten-mile miasma fog floating outside the city. A group of monks in silver cloaks and monks in cassocks disembarked from the flying boat. As soon as these monks and monks entered the city, they immediately took over the entire Meicheng.