Is it the same with other big brothers?

When Ming Zhu was dragged down by the quicksand, he was so unlucky that he fell straight onto a rock and passed out. When he woke up again, Xi Chu was patting his face with his paws, screaming in his mouth .

Ming Zhu rubbed his aching head, with tears in his eyes: "It hurts."

Xi Chu: "Jiji!"

Mingzhu hugged his knees and hissed and inhaled for a long time before holding back his tears.

Xi Chu jumped into his arms, pointed his paws forward, and chirped twice.

Mingzhu wiped off the dirt on his body, spread out a cluster of faint flames with his fingers, and walked forward in the direction Xi Chu pointed.

The two hadn't walked for a while, when a cyan light suddenly appeared in the distance, and it was getting brighter and brighter, and Xi Chu in Mingzhu's arms screamed even more joyfully.

Mingzhu had no choice but to use his spiritual power to fly forward, and he reached the bright place in an instant. When he looked closely, he was a little stunned.

In front of him is the continuous earth vein that should have been exhausted. Na Lian is standing in front of the earth vein, and there is a town spirit lamp hanging in front of him, from which the light was emitted just now.

And not far from the curtain, there were dozens of ghosts standing there respectfully, staring at the glowing town spirit lamp with empty eyes.

Ming Zhu hesitated for a moment, then said, "The curtain?"

The curtain turned around and said, "It will be over soon."

Mingzhu looked at the tired but relieved look on his face, nodded and didn't interrupt him again.

The spirit-suppressing lamp should be the original ghost fragrance. After the evil energy of the curtain was input, the hundreds of powerful cultivation bases sucked in it poured out in an instant, and quickly moved towards the spirit line of the spirit-suppressing lamp wick. The dry veins in front of him rushed away.

The blue light from the Town Spirit Lamp completely merged into a river, and flew towards the veins in a hurry, but in a short while, the dried up veins were like a dead tree in spring, the ice and snow had just melted, and countless vine flower clusters bloomed from it.

Lively.

And the ghost gate at the side saw the earth veins gradually spreading towards the surrounding area, and they were all moved. If it wasn't for ghosts not having tears, they might have burst into tears.

After all the spiritual power of the Town Spirit Lamp poured out, the entire ground veins have been completely restored to the way they were before they were destroyed by humans hundreds of years ago.

Then, as if being pulled by something, the town spirit lamp moved forward faintly, and instantly turned into a stream of light and merged into the ground veins.

With the town spirit lamp guarding here, it is convenient for ghosts to revive by relying on the earth's veins.

Na Lian closed his eyes, exhaled lightly, turned his head and smiled at Mingzhu, and said lightly: "It's over."

It was the first time that Ming Zhu saw such a gentle smile on Na Lian, he nodded in a daze, and Xi Chu in his arms jumped down suddenly, and after landing, he turned into a human form, and rushed towards Na Lian.

Nalian bent down and hugged him, and said softly, "We're going home."

Xi Chu nodded desperately: "Yeah!"

After the town spirit lamp melts into the ground veins, the ghosts trapped in the yellow sand will be able to see the sky again day after day.

In just one month, the ancient city that had been buried underground for hundreds of years reappeared in front of the world.

The demon cultivator has strong spiritual power, and it only took three days to restore the city that was covered with layers of yellow sand to its original state hundreds of years ago.

Na Lian stood at the gate of Guifang City, which had seen the sky again, and looked at the dead locust tree beside him. With a wave of his hand, a huge stone emerged from the yellow sand.

The curtain pointed to a sword, swung it twice towards the boulder, and wrote two words in one go.

——Ghost Fang.

Since then, Guifang has returned to Wuzhou.

Ming Zhu looked up at the flamboyant stele, sighed softly, stretched out his hand and tapped a ray of spiritual power on the huge dead pagoda tree beside him, and the branches that had long since lost any vitality seemed like a dead tree in spring, but within a moment Re-sprout.

Mingzhu raised his head slightly, picked off a leaf, put it on his lips and tried to blow it twice. The locust tree leaves are already thin and soft, and even if you blow them gently and hard, you can't make any tunes, but Mingzhu doesn't know where the talent comes from , even blowing a leaf a sad and mournful tune like an elegy, which is inexplicably appropriate to match the yellow sand in front of the sky.

That curtain listened intently to the end of his blowing, and then said lightly: "I'm sorry to trouble you, you have been running around with me for a month."

This month, the moonlight candles are set up in the underground ghost square along with Guifang's remaining demon cultivators-the ghosts who were buried in order to protect the earth's leylines cannot see the sunlight, and if they are exposed to the sunlight for a while, they will disappear. Mingzhu happened to be a demon cultivator with death energy, so he led people to draw a huge magic circle with death energy and blood under Guifang.

If the magic circle is completed, when the ghost city rises to the ground, the magic circle will take effect, allowing these ghosts to live under the blue sky and white sun without being scattered, but they can't leave the ghost city again in this life.

The ghosts were very appreciative, and heard this repeatedly said: "Anyway, we don't plan to go out again in this life, it doesn't matter."

Mingzhu didn't have much psychological burden. He started to draw the magic circle day after day, and drew it without sleep for a whole month. Finally, he finished the magic circle before Gui Fangcheng was born.

Due to frequent fatigue and blood loss, the little meat that Mingzhu managed to raise disappeared without a trace, and the whole person was so thin that it made people feel distressed.

Mingzhu himself didn't feel that it was hard work. There were some bruises in his eyes, and he said lightly: "It's okay, you have been taking care of me these years, and I want to do something for you as a reward."

Na Lian was silent for a moment before saying: "Are you... are you leaving?"

Ming Zhu pursed his lips, knowing that the curtain heard the meaning of his words.

"Yes."

Na Lian looked at him with a complicated expression, but he didn't hold back either. He took a deep breath and said, "Going to Jiang Lou?"

Mingzhu tilted his head, and said: "We should go to Rizhao first... Baijian Mountain, and then go to Jianglou with Zhou Lingxue."

Na Lian said: "Okay, remember to come to Guifang to see us when you have time."

Ming Zhu smiled: "That's natural."

"Do you want me to take you there?" Nalian thought for a while, "There is no Xingyuan Terrace here, if you go there by Yufeng, you may have to walk for a long time."

Ming Zhu shook his head and said: "No need, think about it carefully, since I was born, it seems that I haven't seen the scenery of Wuzhou well, so I might as well take advantage of this time to enjoy the scenery."

He said this, and Nalian didn't say much. After thinking for a while, he still walked forward, hugged Mingzhu lightly in his arms, patted his back with his hand, and said in a low voice: "take care of yourself."

Ming Zhu said: "I know, you too."

The two talked a few more words before Mingzhu turned and left Guifang.

The setting sun was like a disc, slanting down on the endless yellow sand in the sky, Na Lian watched the thin figure walking towards the distance step by step, his eyes were slightly hot.

"Take care of yourself."

Mingzhu walked slowly in the sea of ​​sand, and started to regret it before walking for half an hour.

He thought to himself: "What the hell was I thinking just now, why didn't I let that curtain give me? Enjoy the scenery? Appreciate a ghost, if you reward me again, I will reward myself to death."

Mingzhu had been exhausted for so many days, and his body couldn't bear it long ago. After walking for a while, he sat on the sandy ground with weak legs, looking sickly.

"Oh my god," Mingzhu murmured, "I won't talk nonsense anymore, come and save me."

His body swayed slightly, and he fell down on the sand with a thud, and slowly closed his eyes sleepily, intending to fall asleep. At the moment when his eyes fell into the darkness, he seemed to see a person walking towards him against the light. Come.

Then, I don't know anything.

When Mingzhu woke up again, his lower body was a little bumpy, as if someone was carrying him forward.

His throat was sore and dry, and his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them no matter what, so he could only moan and groan.

The person carrying him seemed to have heard the movement, paused and put him down gently.

Mingzhu murmured: "Water..."

Soon, something soft and soft was stuck to his parched lips. While Mingzhu was still wondering what it was, the dexterous tongue pried open his lips and fed him a sip of water.

Mingzhu was so thirsty that he couldn't think at all and swallowed the water like a sweet spring.

After feeding a few sips of water like this, Ming Zhu finally had the strength to open his eyes, staring at the person in front of him in bewilderment, and murmured after a while: "Thirteen?"

Zhou Lingxue was dressed in black, with some water stains on her lips, and she was looking at him coldly.

Mingzhu's voice was hoarse, and said: "Didn't you return to Rizhao, why are you here?"

Zhou Lingxue suppressed her anger, and said coldly, "I was worried about you, so I didn't go back."

Mingzhu was stunned, and said blankly: "You have been following me these days?"

Zhou Lingxue pursed her lips, not wanting to talk to him.

Just as Mingzhu was about to speak, his throat suddenly felt sore, almost tearing him down. He clutched his throat and said with difficulty: "It hurts..."

The anger in Zhou Lingxue's heart dissipated immediately, she quickly lifted his chin, covered her lips and kissed him without saying a word, at the same time, a wave of spiritual power passed down Mingzhu's throat, slowly healing his uncomfortable throat .

Ming Zhu's eyes widened in surprise, wondering if he could still play like this, it was so exciting.

Feeling that Mingzhu seemed to be no longer uncomfortable, Zhou Nexue pulled away, lowered her head a little unnaturally, but she still tried her best to reprimand with a sullen face: "If I hadn't followed you all the time, no one would know you even if you died here. Zhu, how can you... be so big-hearted?"

How dare you fall asleep exhausted in such a place exposed to the sun, waterless and uninhabited, isn't it afraid that you won't be able to wake up?

Ming Zhu blinked his eyes, without realizing it at all, and said, "But haven't you already come?"

Zhou Lingxue choked suddenly, no matter how much reprimand he could say, he couldn't speak.

Seeing that his face was pale, Mingzhu smiled flatteringly and changed the subject: "By the way, how can you use spiritual power just now? Has your cultivation recovered?"

Zhou Lingxue nodded unnaturally, and said: "Yes, I have practiced that Xinjue a few days ago, and the few pieces I have recovered from my cultivation have now reached the late stage of Nascent Soul."

Ming Zhu bends his eyes: "That's all right."

Seeing that he had regained his composure, Zhou Lingxue carried him on his back for half a day, and finally arrived in a small town.

Ming Zhu was probably extremely tired, and fell asleep several times after such a long time, Zhou Lingxue didn't wake him up, and found an inn with him behind his back.

When Zhou Lingxue slowly placed Mingzhu on the soft bed, Mingzhu woke up in a daze, stared at Zhou Lingxue in a daze, and said vaguely: "Thirteen..."

Zhou Nexue was stunned for a moment, then tentatively kissed Mingzhu on the brow, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Ming Zhu was probably comforted by this kiss, closed his eyes again and nestled under the quilt, and soon fell into a deep sleep.