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The monks were startled, and when they turned around, they saw a young man dressed as a black swordsman, with long hair tied up high, holding a bare dark blue bamboo stick slightly longer than a flute in his hand.

"Where is the brat, don't make trouble!" One of the monks saw that the visitor looked young and didn't look like a powerful person, so his tone became rampant.

"Troubleshooting? Do you know where this is?" The young man raised his eyebrows contemptuously, looked at the young boy with antlers, and saw his bloody legs at a glance.

The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, with a very unhappy expression on his face. He swung the bamboo stick, and the scorching fire immediately entangled the monks.

Only then did the blind monk recognize that it was the flame of the divine weapon, and hastily resisted the flame with his breath.

This young man was Li Chong. He walked up to the side of the young man Fu Zhu, looked at his bleeding legs, sighed, walked around his wound carefully, and hugged him: "I really am I didn't expect you to cultivate a human form so quickly, didn't you tell me not to run around? Did you come out to deliver food?"

The young husband could understand, but he couldn't speak, so he could only stare at him.He thought to himself: He still remembers me.

Li Chong hugged him and strode towards Wuchen Valley. After two or three steps, he suddenly turned around and saw that the monks were still struggling desperately. With a slight movement of his fingertips, the fire light instantly tightened, and there was a stern cry. After the call, there was only a pinch of fly ash left.

Wuchen Valley is obviously more conducive to practice than the hostile Linyun Mountain. At first, the husbands could not speak, so they always imitated Li Chong. One day Li Chong just came back from the forest. Said: "Where did the little bastard come from..." Just halfway through speaking, I saw Fu Zhuwu's blue eyes staring at him motionlessly, and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

Li Chong gave a dry laugh twice, put his arms around Xiao Fuzhu's shoulders, and went back, saying: "Then what... what did Grandma Qi do delicious food today? I'm starving to death, let's go."

Li Chong thought secretly: "Should I have to send him back? It would be great if this spirit thing was taken away by me."

It’s probably like a mortal who strays into the fairy mountain, always feels that the time is very long, and the beauty is full. I don’t know how the years go by, and I don’t know how the most common parting in the world is. After all, at first I thought that joy is inherent come something.

The afterglow of the sun disappeared behind the mountains, Lin Qinghe stared at the direction Jiang Lizhou had just left, and was stunned for a long time, until everyone disappeared for a long time before recovering, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Okay, let's go Once you are reincarnated, you will still have this kind of virtue." After speaking, he followed without haste.

Jiang Lizhou thought that Liuli Town's spells had been broken, so there was no need to mobilize people to find jobs for the children below, so he only ordered Xu Ling to take good care of Mingzhu Mountain, and then went to the town alone.

He went straight to the direction of the altar, but saw that the scribbled altar had turned into ashes. Although he was mentally prepared, his heart sank severely.

He shook Shang Ting in his hand, took a deep breath, and thought to himself, "It's just an altar."

"Help...help...help me..." A weak cry for help came from behind Jiang Lizhou. He was surprised and delighted, and hurried back to find the owner of the voice, and saw a bloody man in the grass not far away. elder.

He ran over quickly, carefully helped the old man up, and asked, "Old man, why are you here? What happened? Are there others?"

The old man seemed to be hanging on his life with only half breath left. He gasped for a while, his wrinkled face kept trembling, and he tightly grabbed the black dragon pattern on his blue Taoist robe, and it took him a long time to squeeze out hoarsely. One sentence: "They're all... dead... You... didn't say you wanted to protect us... Why..."

"Old man! Are you okay? I'll take you back to Mingzhu Mountain, don't get excited." Jiang Lizhou was overwhelmed by the overwhelming guilt, his brows were tightly frowned, his eye circles were red, and he gritted his teeth and tried to get rid of it. The old man who grabbed his collar helped him up.

"Get out of the way!" Lin Qinghe appeared out of nowhere, pulled Jiang Lizhou behind him, and kicked the half-dead old man out. At this moment, the "old man" suddenly exploded, blowing the surrounding grass Everyone turned over in shock, Lin Qinghe subconsciously held Jiang Lizhou in his arms, and didn't let go until the explosion stopped.

Jiang Lizhou pushed him away and rushed over, but only saw broken sawdust and ashes flying everywhere, and realized belatedly: "Is it actually a puppet?"

"Yeah, Master Xiaodao, you almost died with a wooden puppet just now, don't you feel particularly fulfilled... Hiss..." Lin Qinghe said a few words unmovably, and only saw the circles in his eyes when he wandered to his side A little red, and then quickly shut up, thinking a little bit unwillingly: "Is this going to cry? You want to cry for these irrelevant people!"

Thinking in my heart, I honestly changed my tone: "That broken puppet just now, [-]% is the fault of that old bastard, um... the little Daoist don't have to be too sad, although this sacrifice makes people die badly, And the body and spirit are all destroyed, but there is no...um...pain..." Under Jiang Lizhou's cold eyes, the tiger who can't speak human language struggled and heroically finished his sentence.

Jiang Lizhou was feeling stuck in his heart, so he turned around and left without saying a word.Lin Qinghe touched the knuckles of his left middle finger: "Did I say something wrong again?"

Lin Qinghe didn't dare to open his mouth to ask any more questions, so he could only silently put away his beating demeanor, and followed the furious trail leader without saying a word.He still thought aggrievedly in his heart: "I didn't say anything, and I was angry with me for these irrelevant people." He raised his head and looked at the blue back, pursed his mouth, and thought: "Otherwise I will go back Dig out Lihua Niang, coax him, and get on with me, you probably won't blame Jiu." Thinking of this, Lin Qinghe couldn't help but sighed: "As expected, I'm not as good as a jar of wine."

A lot of people in Lin, who were thinking carefully, patronized Gu Ying and felt sorry for himself, and almost bumped into Jiang Lizhou who turned around and looked at him: "Hey... what's wrong?"

Jiang Lizhou raised his eyebrows lightly, and said, "What's the tiger sighing along the way? Tell me about letting the younger generation share your worries."

Lin Qinghe smiled pretendingly, and said to himself that this is not to share your worries, it is obviously to make you happy.Opening his mouth, he continued calmly and said, "It's not that the monsters are restless. I'm worried about the safety of the world and the people's livelihood. That's why I can't feel at ease."

Jiang Lizhou glanced at him miserly from the end of his long and narrow eyes, and said nonchalantly, "I'm really embarrassing you." Embarrassing you, he came all the way to worry.

Lin Qinghe took half a step forward, lowered his head slightly, and said, "Take the leader of the trail to a place—I won't cheat you." After finishing speaking, he didn't care whether he answered or not, and directly embraced him against the wind, standing firmly on the ground Fly in the direction of Linyun Mountain.

At Jiang Lizhou's age, he has never seen a person who can directly control the wind. Most practitioners have to rely on external objects to rise up against the wind. The so-called facing the wind is of course not truly helpless, just like Taoism, Jianzong and Buddhism Most of the three major sects are Yujian, but there are also other kinds of utensils that practice flying in the wind, but so far there are few living masters who can use the Yufeng technique.

It is said that this Wind Control Technique was almost lost when the Four Royals fell, because the Jiuli Clan was almost withered at that time, and the ancestor of the Wind Control Technique was the Jiuli Clan.

When Jiang Lizhou saw this technique for the first time, he felt novelty in his heart, and couldn't help but wonder, could this ancient tiger be from the ancient Jiuli tribe?

Lin Qinghe turned his head to look at him, and smiled as if he could tell what he was thinking at a glance: "I am not from Jiuli, I was taught by others."

Jiang Lizhou looked at Liuyun flying away under his feet, and asked absently, "Who?"

Jiang Lizhou waited for a long while without waiting for his answer, and raised his head to meet his eyes, as if he plunged into the lake under the moonlight in midsummer.

He didn't know why he felt this way, he said it as if he had seen some so-called moonlight, he was startled with goosebumps all over his body, he quickly looked away, rubbed Shang Ting a few times irritably body of the stick.

Lin Qinghe laughed briskly a few times, and said slowly: "He is... a very powerful person."

Jiang Lizhou didn't answer, and heard him say again: "Guess what this is?"

Annoyed in his heart, he replied angrily, "No guessing." Subconsciously glanced sideways at him, seeing Lin Qinghe just withdraw his empty eyes from those Liuyun, and asked with a confused face: "Hmm ?What did you say?"

Jiang Lizhou froze for a moment, then coughed awkwardly: "It's okay."

It seemed that it took only a few words to arrive at Linyun Mountain.

Linyun Mountain has always been a dead place in the eyes of the world, there are not even a single flower or grass, but those dead souls and wild ghosts have never been missing.The Qianleng River, which carries the souls of the dead, surrounds the bottom of Linyun Mountain. The river is as clear as nothing, and the waves of the river have only rolled once in thousands of years. home.

When his feet set foot on the land of Linyun Mountain, Jiang Lizhou finally understood what "not a blade of grass grows". Looking north from here, Linyun Mountain is a piece of bare and cracked soil from the foot of the mountain, just like a tree after a severe drought. The fields of the world, with their ferocious mouths open, are like a chaotic world where no living beings have ever touched them, exuding a sense of solemnity in which everything must not make noise.

Lin Qinghe patted him on the shoulder and said: "The door is a bit shabby, there is nothing to see, I will take you to see my forest."

Jiang Lizhou glanced at the ground that was barren than the old monk's head, with a look of doubt on his face: "Can you still plant trees on rocks?"

Lin Qinghe clicked his tongue and urged: "Don't talk nonsense, just see it and you'll know."

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I just passed my exam~

sorry for the late arrival