Zhang Heng didn''t look at the death of the silver winged demon bird.

    Because, for Zhang Heng, the death of the silver winged demon bird is a certainty. There can never be any mistakes.

    Since Zhang Heng entered the state of stupidity, he realized the common ground between the unique skill of the brave and the secret script of martial arts, that is, he realized the essence of power.

    On the surface, everything about Zhang Heng still hasn''t changed at all.

    In fact, earth shaking changes have taken place. Zhang Heng''s defense is a big change from the inside out.

    If Zhang Heng in the past just wandered around at the starting point of the two roads of the brave and the martial arts, and had not found a way to really get through the two roads, Zhang Heng now has been active in one fork and dead road after another, avoided countless dangers and difficulties, and finally embarked on the road between the brave and the martial arts, It is a broad road called the source of power.

    This road leads directly to the end of the brave and martial arts, and at the same time, it becomes one.

    Zhang Heng''s future path of practice must be unimpeded and thousands of miles a day because Zhang Heng understands the source of power.

    Even now Zhang Heng has gone beyond the stereotype of the brave or the martial in the middle and lower classes.

    Now Zhang Heng alone displays the unique skills of the brave or martial arts scripts, which are enough to compete with the great masters of the brave. The third realm is beyond the chakra realm and directly to the shenzang realm. Even if the elders of Anxi brave college see such great masters, they can only look down on them.

    Even if the dean of Anxi brave college meets Zhang Heng now, I''m afraid he may not be able to win Zhang Heng without risk.

    Life is like this. Everyone is active or passive all the time. The author makes one choice or another.

    Among these choices, most of them are irrelevant. They are the end of an established road, no sorrow, no joy, no surprise, no danger, mediocre, but not fatal.

    In one''s life, there are only a few choices, which may be related to one''s life, the fate and future of one''s life.

    Zhang Heng''s choice this time is just like this.

    He chose to understand the source of power calmly and thoroughly, which is doomed that he can no longer be an ordinary person.

    Decided that Zhang Heng was no longer a lonely and nameless person who didn''t matter to the overall situation and the world.

    Now, he has become the only one in the whole celestial continent. Instead of sitting in the sky, he jumped onto the well platform and looked up to see the frogs in the vast sky.

    Zhang Heng took a look at the sky and earth in the distance.

    The sky is boundless.

    The land is vast and contains all things.

    Heaven and earth do not speak, and the avenue of freedom lives in it.

    Zhang Heng couldn''t help but open his mouth and said to himself, "a toad that doesn''t want to eat a swan is not a good toad."

    "Frogs who don''t want to jump onto the well platform are not good frogs."

    "A good frog should look at the situation in all directions. At the same time, he should also clearly observe the end of autumn."

    After a word, Zhang Heng took back his double words from the distant sky, and then looked down at his front.

    In front of Zhang Heng, there are disorderly trees, including old pines and ancient cypresses.

    The old trees that have been growing for hundreds of years, if Zhang Heng and the silver winged demon bird didn''t come, they might still be able to stay for hundreds of years.

    But there are not so many ifs in this world.

    Therefore, now Zhang Heng and Yinyi medicine Niang are old.

    Therefore, many old uncles who have grown up for hundreds of years have suffered a reckless disaster. They were affected by the fierce battle between them and the city gate fire.

    In front of the messy trunk and more lush old pine and cypress canopy.

    Zhang Heng vaguely saw a truncated stone tablet.

    The stone tablet was broken, and even the base of the stone tablet tilted directly because of the fierce battle just now, knocking down the grave under the stone tablet and exposing the thin coffin in the grave under the grave.

    It''s really a thin coffin.

    The Bush had been knocked down, and the coffin board appeared. The coffin board was only a finger thick.

    And the coffin is also made very crude, which looks like a thing of returning home.

    Seventy or eighty percent of the coffins in Huangyang town are the goods of guiqulaixi hall.

    The coffin was not even painted, not to mention gold painting powder.

    Zhang Heng took a faint look at the material of the coffin template and knew that it should be the worst Tung wood material for the coffin.

    This kind of material is good for playing the piano. It is ethereal and transparent, simple and elegant, and has a unique charm.

    But when it comes to making coffins, they are by no means good.

    Only because the material of Tung wood is too low in density and hardness, and it is very easy to absorb water. When absorbing water, it is easy to deform, and the deformation is easy to make the corpse in the coffin damp in case of water, and then corrupt, and become beyond recognition at a very fast speed.

    Such a result is definitely not what the dead in the coffin want to see.

    It seems that the leader Yang of Wenxin hall, who seems to have profound righteousness, is not a living Bodhisattva.

    Yes, for Feng Niang, a living person, principal Yang has to rely on. Naturally, she has to take more care of her.

    For a four person, they didn''t let the other party actually bury their posts indiscriminately. They also found a geomantic treasure land for the other party, bought a thin coffin, buried them solemnly, and finally set up a tombstone, which has been regarded as high moral integrity, generosity and selflessness among many money hungry and penniless pimps.

    As soon as he changed his mind, he looked at the cracked coffin.

    Zhang Heng looked at it. His eyes gradually narrowed up.

    Because, according to the size and length of the coffin of the same shape that Zhang Heng had seen in the guiqulaixi hall before.

    It should be just enough for a normal person to put it in.

    If a man is lying in such a coffin, if he doesn''t lengthen the coffin, he still needs to saw his legs shorter, or let the other party bend his legs in the coffin. Simply taking off his shoes can''t solve the problem of insufficient length of the coffin.

    But now Zhang Heng looked into the crack of the coffin, but he didn''t see the clothes or body of the dead in the coffin.

    You should know that the range of the coffin that Zhang Heng can pass through the crevice now accounts for at least a quarter of the length of the coffin.

    Even a quarter of the length, did not see the figure of the dead in the coffin.

    Unless the person lying in the coffin is a child under the age of ten, or a dwarf no more than four feet tall.

    But how could this be possible? If the owner lying in the coffin, Chen Fulu, the father of the Phoenix mother, is a dwarf less than four feet tall, when the principal Yang introduced him in the inquiry center, he will not forget the obvious and unforgettable characteristics of the introduction.

    And since the child lying in the coffin can''t be less than ten years old, it''s not a dwarf less than four feet tall.

    There''s only one possibility left.

    Zhang Heng thought to himself, "the only possibility left is that there is no Phoenix mother''s father, Chen Fulu, in the coffin. I''m afraid there is no one in the thin coffin."

    In front of Zhang Heng, the tomb engraved with the tombstone of Chen Fulu first is, in fact, an empty tomb!

    There''s nothing in there!

    Thinking of this, Zhang Heng was involuntarily stunned.

    Then he just thought a little, then immediately looked at the grave in front of him, made up his mind, his tone was flat, but he opened his mouth without hesitation and said to himself, "facts speak louder than words. Since I''m not sure what''s going on inside, I''ll just open the grave myself and open the coffin to test."

    "If, in case the body of Chen Fulu, the father of the Phoenix mother, is really buried in it, I''m a big deal. I''ll help him change into a good coffin and bury him again. It''s not good to use such a thin coffin for three days."

    "And if there is really no one in the tomb coffin, it will be interesting, ha ha."

    Hehe, Zhang Heng has acted directly.

    He first cleaned up the dead branches and leaves of the old pine and ancient cypress and the huge trunk in the three sheets above the tomb.

    Then, he threw the broken tombstone and the foundation of the tombstone scattered around him three feet away.

    When everything was cleaned up, there was only a slightly closed loess bag in front of him, which was the aboveground part of Chen Fulu''s tomb, the father of fengniang.

    Then, Zhang Heng directly picked up an old pine trunk with a thick waist and regarded it as a huge broom.

    The trunk of the old pine was regarded as the handle of the broom, and the crown of the old pine, which was full of lush pine needles, was regarded as the brush of the broom. The strength of the hand was poured, and the small hill was slightly raised in front of him. It was suddenly waved, just like a sweeping whirlwind.

    After the whirlwind, the loess is flying, the dust is all over the sky, and the bricks and stones are flying. The scene is very spectacular.

    When the dust fell to the ground and the bricks and stones went away, what appeared in front of Zhang Heng was an earth pit about ten feet long and three feet wide.

    The pit did not do any necessary protection, and the project was very rough. Now, there have been a lot of soil accumulation under the pit. I''m afraid, if it doesn''t cost more than a kilo, the pit will collapse directly and bury the pit in front of me.

    In the center of the pit, there is a rough thin coffin. The top of the thin coffin has been covered with soil debris. The thin coffin is also covered with many deep and shallow cracks. It is obvious that the material of the thin coffin has not been completely dried in the shade, so it is so easy to crack.

    The huge broom in Zhang Heng''s hand waved abruptly, and the green brush swept over the coffin. The next moment, the coffin was covered, and there was no dust.

    Zhang Heng jumped directly into the pit.

    His right hand stretched out his finger and knocked slightly on the cracked coffin cover. Suddenly, the coffin cover made an empty, transparent and simple sound.

    In the empty sound, the long square nails nailed above the coffin cover immediately seemed to suddenly come alive. They jumped out of the coffin cover, left the coffin cover, and then disappeared.

    In the next moment, Zhang Heng stretched out his right hand again and poured strange strength. He suddenly brushed the cracked coffin cover gently. In the next moment, the whole coffin cover seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, then opened it gently and fell silently beside the pit. Suddenly, Zhang Heng showed his true face in front of him.

    Seeing the appearance in the coffin, the expression on Zhang Heng''s original confident face suddenly stiffened, his eyes narrowed slightly, and some incredible expressions appeared in his eyes.

    Because Zhang Heng found that the thin coffin in front of him was not empty.

    Originally, Zhang Heng thought that the tomb of Chen Fulu, the father of fengniang, was probably an empty tomb.

    But in fact, the grave in front of us is not an empty grave.

    Because the coffin in the grave is really not empty.

    However, if this is the case, it is not enough to make Zhang Heng feel the slightest surprise and doubt.

    What''s more strange is that the coffin is not empty, and the dead in the coffin is not a child under the age of 10, nor a dwarf less than four feet long.

    Of course, if in this coffin lies a Fuqing Chen Fulu of fengniang as described by principal Yang.

    Zhang Heng still won''t feel puzzled.

    Now the reason why Zhang Heng has such strange eyes on his face is that the dead in the coffin was too unexpected.