[鷇梦] Once upon a time there was a mountain

Chapter 22

Lying on his brother's back, Wu Mengsheng, who was run away on his behalf, frowned.

"where are we going?"

"As you can see, escape!" Tian Jue kept walking, panting, "Otherwise? Leave it to the monsters to stuff their teeth?"

Wu Mengsheng lowered his head to avoid the oncoming low branches, "What about Yinzi?"

"Him? Did you see any flesh on his body? He's so skinny that there are only bones left, and the soup is tasteless. Ghosts would rarely eat it? Don't worry."

"Put me down."

"Don't let it go."

"why?"

"I'm afraid you'll sneak back when I'm not prepared—help."

Temporarily changed the word "upside down", Tian Jue, who knew his younger brother very well, tightened his arms and tightly wrapped Wu Mengsheng's legs, "Is your fever better?"

"Oh," Wu Mengsheng replied calmly, "When Yinzi taught me the mental method, he got better. As for saving him, I don't know."

Tian Jijue was taken aback, stopped his pace, frowned and turned to look at Wu Mengsheng, and began to think about the possibility of his twin brother being taken away.

After all, it could be seen before that Wu Mengsheng cared about Yinzi, and in the eyes of Tian Jue, how could Wu Mengsheng, who has always been honest and upright, see death without saving him?

Is this still a dream?

Sensing the careful thoughts of Jue Tianyu, Wumengsheng subconsciously raised his hand and touched the new emerald green on his forehead, feeling a little helpless, "I still understand what it means to be overestimated. And your destination has arrived , let me down quickly."

In front of the two of them was a mountain courtyard suspected of being a Taoist temple. The building was not that big, but there was a mountain road behind the courtyard. Looking at it from this angle, the mountain road was as steep as a stick leaning on the mountain, straight and outrageous.

Along with this weird mountain road, there is also the smoke rising from the corner of the courtyard, and the aroma of the cooked pasta is overflowing, teasing the taste buds of the two all the time.

Tian Jue seemed to have just discovered the New World, with a smile on his lips, "It looks like a Taoist temple in front, do you want to ask for help?"

Wu Mengsheng glanced at his brother angrily, and mercilessly exposed this unnatural lie that had passed his acting skills.

"You're not the only one who saw the smoke from the chimney. Why do I remember that someone said that Yinzi wanted to ask for blessings?"

"Huh? Did I say that?"

Tian Jue blinked his innocent dark red eyes, very innocent.

Wu Mengsheng looked at his face with half-closed eyes, wondering if he felt his face hurt.

"By the way, why don't you look in a hurry?"

Tian Jue said and put Wu Mengsheng down, and led him to the direction of the courtyard gate.

But when Wu Mengsheng landed on the ground, he took big strides, walking faster than Tianjuejue.

"You're right, that monster has no interest in eating meat."

"Oh."

"That thing is to eat his Yuan Dan."

For some reason, Yuan Dan always reminds Tian Jue of bright yellow egg yolk.

"Yuan Dan?" Tian Jue knocked on Wu Mengsheng's door, and said to himself, "Can I eat it? Is it delicious? How to eat it—?"

There was a creaking sound at the door, and the person who opened the door was a silver-haired Taoist leader with a crown decorated with Tai Chi patterns, rubbing his flour-stained silver hands on a white apron, smiling kindly with his eyes narrowed.

"This knowledge is great. If you eat it well, you can improve your cultivation, but if you eat it badly—well, the consequences are unpredictable, little brother. May I ask whose Yuan Dan you want to eat?"

At the same time, an extremely cold voice came from inside the door, making the Taoist priest who was still there just now not calm for a moment.

"There is no hometown, the cake is battered."

"what--!"

Sure enough, to deal with monsters, internal power is far less effective than spiritual power.

The monster obviously saw that Yinzi's physical strength was exhausted, and couldn't help trembling, "Oh, it seems that my teeth are up to standard, Daoist, you will have the honor to try it yourself later."

After more than a hundred moves, Yinzi's hand holding Fuchen couldn't help shaking, still the kind of exhausted shaking.

If it is said that in order to clean up the mess for Su Huanzhen's apprentice, he sacrificed his own life instead, no matter how you look at it, this deal does not seem to be a good deal.So Yinzi didn't dare to be careless, and looked up at the monster not far from him.

Like most monsters that either scare people to death or pretend to be mysterious, this monster's body is covered in black mist, and its body cannot be seen, even though it was previously nailed by Yinzi with silver chopsticks and burnt with fairy grass, Still haven't really seen its face.

But at this time, the black mist gathered and dispersed with the rhythm of breathing. Although he still couldn't see his real body clearly, the black mist was obviously not as black as ink streaks as before, and his vitality was also greatly damaged.

Fight to the death.

With a calm expression on his face, Feng Yinzi secretly gathered a sliver of spiritual power that was barely saved in the body, and leaned against the only tea table that was still alive at the moment, sweat slid down from the corners of his forehead and into his eyes, making the whites of his eyes red .Although he is showing a bit of madness, but he still has such a posture of crane bone and winter plum. Even if he really goes crazy, he is still a good leader of civility and politeness.

Daoist Xuan didn't care at all, shook the Fuchen who had been bald by Yaohuo, and gave him a faint glance, "I'm not that interested."

"Hmph, do you think you still have a choice?"

Yinzi didn't reply, ignoring the swirling and expanding black mist, she just looked up at the sun quietly, as if she was here for sightseeing.

Seeing that Yinzi didn't take himself so seriously, he bought and sold monsters and "exploded the fog" directly.

But seeing Yinzi standing in place motionless, the sword finger hidden under his sleeve slashed through the air with great strength, but before he could point out the startled cicada, he suddenly felt that there was a faster one on the other side. The living creature was flying towards him, and the breath was still somewhat familiar.

Between the lightning and the flint, Yin Yinzi couldn't dodge in time, and forcibly endured a weight that swooped on him and nearly knocked him flying. Although his throat was hot, he swallowed it forcefully, and at the same time, he drew out his sword finger, straight and straight Tap the monster's forehead.

"what--!"

With a shocking explosion, the black demonic aura on the monster dissipated, and accompanied by the earth-shattering wail of ghosts and gods, a giant grotesque beetle rolled its claws into a ball in front of everyone, rolling all over the ground in pain.

"What the hell?" Tian Jue stepped forward and poked the bug's stomach with his cane, and the wailing added a bit of misery, obviously he was powerless to fight back, "Come on, the first battle is a great victory."

Tian Yujue made another kick to vent his grievances that he almost hurt his younger brother, and at the same time raised his hand and pointed at Yinzi.

"As for you, let go of my brother."

Yinzi suddenly came back to his senses, and let go of Wu Mengsheng, who had come to protect him in his arms at the very moment, and seeing that the other party was fine, he recalled what happened in the thrilling scene just now.

Judging from the palm that was at the same height as his sword finger just now, Wu Mengsheng should have rushed to help out of desperation, but it is obvious that beginners are not yet at such a high level of sending and receiving, and the air of empty moves has not produced much power .But thanks to this, Wu Mengsheng's flying rush not only made the Yinzi's blood surge, but also unexpectedly used the contact to transfer a lot of spiritual power, and it was precisely because of this energy that the Yinzi accumulated enough With all his strength to retreat from the enemy, it can be regarded as a narrow escape.

With this restoration of spiritual power, his hands no longer trembled, and Yinzi looked at Wu Mengsheng who was shaking the white feather fan out of nowhere at the moment, and the unspeakable emotion could not be written on his face, so he just touched his nose Said something very unsightly.

"Still hungry?"

Standing not too close to the crowd, Yuan Wuxiang supported his chin with one hand, and poked Tired Shoutian's waist with his elbow, "Hey, what are we here for?"

"Help the old friend, thank you for the old friend who grabbed Wumengsheng's toss just now," Tired Shoutian stared at the biscuit in his hand intently, took a bite and said, "You add the biscuit to Wumengsheng's raw biscuit." What's the material?"

"Hey, you want that too?"

Hearing the tone, Tired Shoutian stopped chewing and thought seriously, "Are there any conditions?"

"If I and Shaobing can only choose one—"

"Choose you."

"Wow, Ah Juan, you are so straightforward, I like—"

Seeing Tired Shoutian swallow the biscuits in his mouth, he explained sincerely, "You know how to make biscuits, so choosing you is the same as choosing biscuits, is there anything wrong?"

"..."

Yuan Wuxiang, who was speechless, seemed to have blue veins trembling slightly on his forehead. He ground the banknotes that had turned into claws, and there was a fluffy leopard tail faintly visible on the hem of his clothes, swaying comfortably like the tail of a cat lazily basking in the sun. Then, I heard his tone pretending to be authentic, "Then Peking University Fangxiu, how about we continue to drink tea and enjoy the moon in the misty rain and setting sun, and by the way, eat sun cakes?"