Titan Tour of Azeroth

Hu Feng looked at this furnished room in a classic oriental style, feeling very intimate.

Liu Langpan sat across from Hu Feng, hurriedly playing with the simple wooden tea set he carried with him, and there was heat coming from the hanging stove next to it.

After a while, the old Pandaren served tea with both hands, and Hu Feng did not put a shelf. Upon seeing this, he immediately took his hands and tasted a bite.

"Sweet and bitter, good ..."

Liu Lang smiled slightly and nodded.

"Unexpectedly, Lord Shenzun even knows how to taste tea. This tea is the tip of a hundred-year-old tea tree on the top of Kunlai Snow Mountain. Today I am honored to talk to Titan God, naturally it is served.

Liu Lang ’s body is rich, or the pandaren ’s body is not slim, all of them are chubby, and they are born with a calm atmosphere.

His white beard was dragged to his chest, and beside him was a simple wooden stick with a curved top.

"Gao Peng came from afar, and was very happy." Hu Feng nodded and returned with a smile.

Liu Lang's face was delighted, "Master Lord God also understands the proverbs of our pandaren and admires them."

"Master's turtle I just observed, is it called God Mako? The potential of that turtle is very huge ... Over time, he must be able to grow into a giant creature as big as an island."

Liu Lang nodded with a smile, "Yes, that's my old man. Since I chose this path, he walked with me around the world, and can listen to my old man at sea."

"Master knows how to get in and out of the Pandaria continent shrouded in mist?" Hu Feng asked curiously.

Liu Lang shook his head.

"I do n’t know how to get in and out of Pandaria, but God Mako knows ... He was born on the beach in the jungle of Kasang Lang since childhood. For his homeland, God Mako will never lose that unique induction."

"So ... when God Mako misses home, he will take me back to Pandaria, stay a few days, and then travel again."

Hu Feng nodded, then arched his hands.

"Master's belief is admirable."

Speaking of which, Hu Feng seemed to think of something and sighed softly.

"Master, I have a few words. When you return to Pandaria one day, you can talk to your people."

"Master God, please speak, Liu Lang listens to your ears."

"It is never a good result to stand still and avoid the world ... Only by actively integrating into this world can the pandaren grow and grow, and endlessly ... If one day you figure it out, then you can come to contact the night elves, I Will do my best to support Pandaren to return to this world again. "

"Sovereign Lord Lord's real knowledge and words are alert, I will convey your kindness to the people."

Liu Lang also sighed at this time, "Since the last emperor Shaohao sacrificed himself and merged with the mainland of Pandaria, we pandaren have no interest in paying attention to the outside world, sigh ... It is precisely to bring the people of the tribes a wake-up call and bring them back to the changing world these days. "

"There are always a few early sobers, the master does not have to blame himself, and there is still time, it is not too late."

Liu Lang smiled and nodded, looking at Hu Feng.

"I heard Ms. Eli Sander said that Lord Goddess likes to eat and drink?"

"Of course, I always wanted to taste the pandaren's food and spirits, but unfortunately, there is always no chance." Hu Feng also smiled and replied.

Liu Lang heard and smiled and pulled out a thin booklet.

"This is what I wrote when I was bored while traveling in the sea. Some common food practices in our pandaren family, as well as several common spirits brewing methods, I hope Lord God can enjoy it."

Hu Feng was overjoyed and took it immediately.

Can finally taste the taste of the previous life. . . Mom, tears. . .

The night elves' vegetables and fruits, and the crude row of large meat of the upper elves, they almost vomited.

"Master Liu Lang, let me walk around with you. Our city of Suramar and the capital of Darnassus on the tree of the world, Tela Hill, these customs and customs are not seen on the mainland of Pandaria."

"So good."

Night elves and upper elves are very puzzled about this.

They have a lot of doubts in their minds about God Lord Lord so much about this pandaren alien.

This old pandaren talked very strangely. Some words and meanings meant to make them completely foggy and unclear.

And this pandaren named Liu Lang has repeatedly proposed not to war, not to kill, because this will produce bad breath.

This negative emotion is born from the heart, whether it is the land or the mind, it will slowly be occupied by the evil spirit.

What are these ghost meanings? What is Shaqi? Is it a magical energy?

Respected the Lord Sarodar without a word, and was unwilling to explain too much about it.

Even Master Elly Sander asked in person, but only said something like "Why is the flame of war and why autumn leaves fall? The nature is invincible, and my generation is confused." This sounds very smooth, but it is completely incomprehensible. Strange sentences.

Walking slowly in the crowned plain forest at the top of Teldrassil, Hu Feng just accompanied Liu Lang to visit Darnassus, the capital city of night elves.

"Sovereign Lord Lord always amazes me, your poems are also one of the best in Pandaria. But I wonder if there is a follow-up?"

"I think the threat of evil spirits is not just because of war or other awe-inspiring excuses. As long as there are selfish desires in my heart, evil spirits will never disappear. This cannot be said that the living is wrong. After all, this is by nature. ... So sometimes it is a good way to use violence to suppress violence. I think Baihu will understand my thinking. "

"Ah, you know our Supreme Four Gods ... Lord Baihu has always lived in Kunlai Snow Mountain. Only a monk or a scholar who has a strong heart and will will have the opportunity to get Baihu Xueran's anger ... and no Wrong, you and Baihu must have many common topics. "

Hu Feng nodded with a smile, stopped with wandering, and looked at the quiet and quiet forest in front of him.

"Yeah, a confidant is rare. Isn't it a great thing to live alive and have like-minded people."

"Just now you asked if there was a follow-up ... yes."

"Why is the flame of war burning, why is autumn leaves falling? Nature is invincible, and my generation is also confused ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Who holds the fist of anger, protects the country and the state to punish the evil, and the Dao law naturally removes the devil, the war Endlessly puzzled, why should my generation fight? "

Liu Lang was silent after listening.

The Black Sea, the endless seaside, and the continuous drizzle in the gloomy sky.

"Master Liu Lang, don't stop here, all the way down the road, I look forward to the day when the pandaren return to the world."

Liu Lang had already stepped on the back of the sea turtle **** Mako, and the lantern hanging on the simple grass cottage was lit again.

Heard the words, Liu Lang turned to smile and looked at Hu Feng, then took the string of wood beads on his wrist and handed it to Hu Feng.

"Master God, I do n’t know why you understand our culture so much, but it does n’t matter ... this string of beads is made of cedar wood at the top of Kunlai Snow Mountain, and it is said that it was blessed by White Tiger Xuenu himself Only then, cedar wood can thrive on the Kunlai Snow Mountain ... I will give it to you today. It is fate to meet you. I believe that you have a great fate with the mainland of Pandaria. I hope you can see the White Tiger Snow Fury one day , Talk about the wine. "

Hu Feng took the bead string and slowly put it on his right wrist, watching the old pandaren embark on the road of cloud travel again.

Shin Mako rides the wind and waves, and takes Liu Lang to travel again. At this time, a bleak sound of musical instruments comes, and Hu Feng quickly distinguishes that this is Erhu.

Panda Fei forgets his home and goes back to dreams at night. Whoever returns by night, the shimmer is slightly drunk and wandering. . .

Si Wei is an ancient inscription, her husband dreams of breaking the town, away from the rich, go with the wind, forget home. . .

Reminiscences of the wind and my memory, sparsely remembered under the cliff. Wandering all over the place is ideal, ideal. . .

The desolate song of Liu Lang reverberates on the sea and will not leave for a long time.

This distinction should be the day when we never meet again.