"Fire spirit? Vermillion bird? "
Feng Hao was stunned. He looked at Goku and coincidentally, Goku was also looking at him with a blank expression.
The two of them looked at each other speechlessly.
The fire spirit of the five elemental spirits was indeed the vermillion bird, but Feng Hao felt that this fire spirit was related to the crane demon in China.
If not, why would the fire spirit descend from the sky after the five elemental spirits entered the land of fog?
Goku's eyes lit up, "Then where did the fire spirit descend from?"
Gusu Ziheng hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should tell Goku. But when he thought of the flying sword in his Qi Sea, he felt that it would be an ungrateful thing to not tell Goku.
Before this, they all had the thought of killing Sun Wukong.
Gusu Ziheng glanced at the other Qi Practitioners and clasped his hands at Goku, "If senior doesn't mind, you can come with us..."
"Young sect master!"
The other eleven Sword Dao Qi Practitioners exclaimed in surprise, but they quickly realized that their exclamation was very untimely.
It seemed like... there was no need to exclaim. If there were two supreme experts by his side, would he still need to worry about not being able to obtain opportunities? The Qi Practitioners of the other sects were just like clay chickens and pottery dogs.
Young sect master is wise!
Just when Gusu Ziheng thought that Goku would agree, he discovered that Goku had turned around to look for the silent young man.
Gusu Ziheng was stunned. Could this young man be stronger than Goku who could refine a flying sword with just a breath?
"Feng Hao, there must be something fishy about this. I, Old Sun, suspect that the five elemental spirits entered the land of fog and dispersed. Coincidentally, the fire spirit descended in this area..." Goku transmitted his voice.
It was better for these Qi Practitioners not to know about the five elemental spirits.
"En, we can stay and take a look." Feng Hao nodded.
"Sure! I, Old Sun, will listen to you. "
Goku blinked his eyes. Clearly, he was very interested in this mission. He placed his hand on Gusu Ziheng's shoulder and said, "Your Grandpa Sun is very interested. But if you lie to your Grandpa Sun, be careful of eating my staff."
Goku took out the golden cudgel from his ear. The moment it appeared, Gusu Ziheng could clearly feel the uneasiness and fear of the flying sword in his body.
Gusu Ziheng stared at the golden cudgel. The other Qi Practitioners of Sword Sect also stared at the cudgel, their eyes burning with passion.
As a Qi Practitioner, he was quite sensitive to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The instant the Ruyi Jingu Bang appeared, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the restaurant was completely sucked dry. It was unbelievably domineering.
Moreover, it could be big or small, it could be long or short, it could be long or short.
After Goku, Goku, Ziheng, Goku Ziheng, Ziheng, Goku, Qi, Goku, Qi.
The innkeeper of the restaurant was trembling like a sieve. He ran to Sun Wukong and bowed with a flattering smile, "What can I do for you, Immortal?"
Among the people, ordinary people would refer to Qi Practitioners who could breathe in and out the spiritual energy of the world as Exalted Immortals.
The manager of the restaurant was just an ordinary person. However, as he was close to the mountains that were rich in spiritual Qi, he would often come into contact with Qi Refinement cultivators. He had seen Qi Refinement cultivators who rode on flying swords and all kinds of supernatural powers. However, this was the first time he had seen an Exalted Immortal like Sun Wukong, who easily defeated more than ten Qi Refinement cultivators.
That was why he was panicking.
He was afraid of being trampled to death like an ant.
"Bring out all the good wine and dishes for me, Old Sun …"
Goku licked his lips. Although he didn't feel hungry, he couldn't control his mouth when he smelled the aroma in the restaurant.
Feng Hao looked at Sun Wukong and asked doubtfully, "Your master shouldn't be Tang Xuanzang, right?"
"What Tang Xuanzang?"
Sun Wukong was stunned at first. Then, he put his hands on his hips and laughed out loud. "I, Old Sun, am not the Horse Protector in the movies on Earth. Although I had the same experience when I wreaked havoc in the heavenly palace, I, Old Sun, have become a demon king. I don't have to accompany monks on their pilgrimage to the West. So … of course, I can eat whenever I want."
Feng Hao understood. Reality proved that many things had coincidences, but not everything was a coincidence.
However … Feng Hao had a feeling that Wu Chengen, who wrote Journey to the West, came from the myriad worlds.
When the Qi Refinement cultivators of the Sword Sect heard the conversation between Feng Hao and Sun Wukong, they were confused. They were stunned and couldn't understand at all.
However, they understood what Sun Wukong meant when he said he wanted wine.
"Senior, if you want wine, how can the wine in this restaurant compare to the strong wine of the Sword Sect? Come, have a taste!"
Gusu Ziheng took the wine bag from the table and handed it to Sun Wukong with both hands.
"Kid, you're quite interesting …"
Sun Wukong smiled. He didn't reject anyone, especially those related to wine.
If he was tired of the Monkey Wine, he could drink the wine brewed by the Qi Refinement cultivators of the Qin Dynasty.
After pouring a cup of wine for Feng Hao, Sun Wukong and Feng Hao drank the wine as if there was no one else around. It was indeed strong, and it felt like fire when it entered their throats.
The manager of the restaurant brought over a few stir-fried dishes. The taste was not strong, and it couldn't even be compared to half of the food in the food stalls.
… …
The night sky of the Qin Dynasty was very beautiful, and it was dotted with stars. Feng Hao couldn't tell whether the night sky in the Land of Fog was the same as the night sky outside.
Feng Hao and Sun Wukong were lying on the roof of the restaurant, and there were a few empty wine bags beside them.
"I, Old Sun, came to Earth for the Demon Saint Tree. I didn't expect that I would be so muddle-headed that I would be assimilated by the Chinese culture. I'm a little reluctant to leave …"
Sun Wukong returned to his half-human, half-monkey form. The golden fur on his body was full of luster, and his body was emitting a faint fragrance.
After hearing Sun Wukong's words, Feng Hao thought of the faces in the Boundless World, and for a moment, his thoughts were like a spring.
Although he was the lord of a world, he was once an ordinary martial artist with flesh and blood, and his heart was still the same.
"Chinese culture is very charming, and this emperor is also fascinated by it. But one day, you and I will leave. Before that, let's enjoy every moment in this world."
Feng Hao took a deep breath, got up, and jumped down from the roof of the restaurant, and returned to his room to rest.
Sun Wukong was left alone to drink and sing to the moon.
With Feng Hao's cultivation and realm, although he didn't need to rest at all and had almost unlimited energy, it was difficult to change the habits that he had cultivated. Meditation was also an indispensable part of cultivation.
This time, when he came to the Land of Fog, other than investigating the Spirits of Five Elements and the Demon Saint Tree, he had an even more important matter, which was the Qin Emperor Ying Zheng.
If Ying Zheng, who was in the Land of Fog, left the Land of Fog and merged with the corpse in the mausoleum of the First Emperor of Huaxia, the door of time and space connecting to the Heavenly Realm would be opened, and the Earth would really face a catastrophe.
Therefore, Feng Hao came with the purpose of killing or sealing the Qin Emperor. As for bringing Sun Wukong, it was purely an accident.
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