Feng Hua Dang Song

Under the moonlight, two overlapping shadows moved on the silent mountain path. This slightly weird projection naturally came from Duan Yilan and Yan Menghan on her back.

Along the way, neither of them said a word, Duan Yilan couldn't say it, because it was not easy to carry a person on the mountain road.

Not long after she walked out, the sweat from her forehead soaked her hair, and the sweat dripped across both sides of her cheeks, gathered into a complete drop on her chin, and then fell to her feet.

Yan Menghan had lived for so many years, and it was the first time she was walked on the back of someone. She shyly put her arms around Duan Yilan's neck, and placed them on Duan Yilan's shoulders in a rather strange posture.

Just like this, I walked all the way to the cave without a word. The cave was already pitch black. When Duan Yilan gritted her teeth and stepped through the moonlight at the entrance of the cave, and insisted on carrying Yan Menghan back to the familiar cave, in the darkness, she suddenly heard the voice behind her back. A very soft 'thank you' was heard.

At this moment, Duan Yilan was so moved that she wanted to cry, Yan Menghan finally said thank you to herself, Yan Menghan even knew how to say thank you to others!

"Um"

After Yan Menghan heard Duan Yilan's extremely brief and even perfunctory reply, he rarely reprimanded her.

After Duan Yilan gently put the person on his back down, he couldn't help but lay down beside him with a 'plop', too tired to even move a finger.

In the dark, Yan Menghan listened to Duan Yilan panting beside her, and just by hearing that voice, she could feel that she was extremely tired.

After resting for a while, Duan Yilan still got up, Yan Menghan's foot was still hurt, at least he had to pull out the pointed branch before going to sleep, otherwise if the wound really festered and festered, it would be no joke.

Dragging his exhausted body to start a fire, Duan Yilan moved the clear water closer, and said to Yan Menghan, "Do you still have any medicine for healing?"

Yan Menghan took out his Qiankun bag, took out several small porcelain bottles, placed them on the ground one by one, and said, "Most of them are medicines for quick recovery of magic power, and some for detoxification."

"Which one is detoxified?"

Yan Menghan picked up one of the porcelain bottles and handed it to Duan Yilan. Duan Yilan poured the elixir into his hand and said with some embarrassment, "Just one?"

Seeing that Yan Menghan didn't speak, Duan Yilan handed back the elixir, "This pill can't be applied to the wound even if it's ground into powder, take it, and then I'll treat the wound for you."

After Yan Menghan did so, Duan Yilan took out the dagger, washed it with clean water, and then said, "I'm going to pull your shoes and socks away, it will hurt if you touch the wound, this is unavoidable, you must not close your feet suddenly Or kick around, otherwise it will make the wound worse."

Yan Menghan looked at her tone of instructing the little girl, and said softly with some helplessness, "When I started practicing, you were not even born yet."

The implication is that she doesn't need to say more, Duan Yilan nodded, grabbed Yan Menghan's foot and began to cut her shoe with a dagger.

As expected, Yan Menghan didn't move a bit, until Duan Yilan took off her shoes and socks and held her exquisite white foot, Yan Menghan trembled imperceptibly.

Duan Yilan touched the ground with one knee, moved her little foot to her lap and put it away. After cleaning the area around the wound with clean water, she decisively pulled out the sharp branch stuck into her foot.

After cleaning the wound again, Duan Yilan took the cloth strips that had been prepared and carefully bandaged her.

Yan Menghan's feet were very beautiful, slender and delicate, as shiny as jade, with graceful and moving arcs.

Duan Yilan was very careful when cleaning, as if wiping the most precious artwork, it would be a pity if ugly scars were left on such beautiful slender feet.

Yan Menghan only felt that her feet were painful and itchy, and there was also a strange feeling that she couldn't describe herself. These feelings were intertwined, which made her a little flustered. If she hadn't said the big words before, she really wanted to His feet retracted.

Duan Yilan's palms are thickly callused by rough wood, every time he touches the skin between Yan Menghan's feet, there is a rough feeling, and there seems to be an electric current passing through the touched place, from the soles of the feet to the back , extremely uncomfortable.

Yan Menghan grew up in the Demon Palace since he was a child, and his skills were taught by the Demon Lord himself. At the age of thirty, he became the master of the entire Demon Palace. Compared with Qu Liuying's step by step, Yan Menghan is the real one. He galloped along Zhuang Kang's smooth path.

She is like the bright moon in the sky, people look up to, and they can only look up to. There are not many men in the four regions who are qualified to express their love for her.

In addition, Yan Menghan has a cold temperament and is not easy to be emotional. He has been alone for more than fifty years, and he has never held hands with anyone, let alone being held in hands with his slender bare feet like this moment.

Although Yan Menghan has no experience of being in close contact with people, he understands what the sudden electric current in his heart is.

She was a little annoyed, did her resolve to practice for many years also disappear with the disappearance of the exercises?

The injury he suffered this time was not serious, but he couldn't do anything about it on this weird island. Besides, even if the injury couldn't heal for a while, as long as he could breathe again, he would recover soon.

The Demon Palace has countless elixirs and precious medicines, and broken limbs can be regenerated. I am the palace master who can make the Demon Palace tremble three times by stomping his feet. When did he become so squeamish!

Why did Duan Yilan come back behind her back, why did she treat her wounds, this kind of thing is never allowed to happen again.

Thinking of this, Yan Menghan withdrew his ankle and said lightly, "I can do the rest by myself, you go and rest."

Duan Yilan was indeed exhausted, and after answering, she walked to the corner of her dormitory, lay down on the ground, and soon fell asleep.

It was only an hour after Duan Yilan fell asleep, the sky was already bright white, but not long after, there was another thunder rumbling, and the wind was raging, even in the cave, the sound of the trees on the island being blown up and down could be heard.

Such stormy days had happened several times before, and they couldn't even stand in the wind, let alone work. Whenever they encountered such a situation, the three of them could only stay in their own dorms.

"That's good, she can rest for a while."

Yan Menghan looked at the thin figure in the corner not far away, murmured, took out the silk bag wrapped with silver needles from the skirt, and began to needle herself.

This was what she found when she was rummaging through the Qiankun bag carefully before, she was bored, and she didn't even know when it was put in it.

If I could have found out earlier, when I was injured yesterday, I could temporarily seal the acupuncture point with a silver needle, and walk back by myself, and there would be no troubles later.

In the cycle of cause and effect, everything in the world has its own destiny, and how can human beings control it.

The strong wind blew the outside of the cave like a howling ghost, but Duan Yilan, who was sleeping, didn't hear a bit. In the end, she was woken up by hunger. She hadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon, and she walked for most of the night with Yan Menghan on her back. , already hungry.

Duan Yilan opened her eyes, just when she was half-supported, she felt a sharp muscle ache all over her body. She clutched her waist and went to a corner to fill her stomach with water, and took some water to Yan Menghan's place.

Yan Menghan didn't reach out to catch it, but looked at the "crackling" raindrops from the entrance of the cave, as if sitting in his own courtyard, watching the drizzle sprinkle a spring garden.

"I can walk now"

Hearing what Yan Menghan said, Duan Yilan let out an 'oh', sat aside and stared at the entrance of the cave, waiting with her for the wind and rain to subside.

The next day, Duan Yilan went out early with the fish basket, smashed some small snails and threw them in the basket, hoping to catch some fish and shrimps to make soup, last night's storm washed away the wild fruit on the last fruit tree, If you don't think of a way, you will really starve to death.

The days have returned to the usual busyness. Since that night, Duan Yilan can feel that the relationship between herself and Yan Menghan is not as strange as before, and now the two can chat for a while from time to time.

One evening, Duan Yilan was squatting beside the fire, watching over the cooking of fish and shrimp. On the fire was a spiritual weapon that looked like a bell.

This spiritual weapon has a strong defensive power, completely destroying it can block the full blow of a seventh-rank warrior, but at this moment it has transformed into a soup pot gorgeously. If this scene is seen by other warriors in the mainland, I am afraid that the eyes will be staring. down.

Yan Menghan turned her head to look at the sharpened chin of the figure beside the fire, and asked the question she had always wanted to ask, "Is it true that Liuying and you are true?"

Although Yan Menghan's question was a bit inexplicable, like guessing a riddle, but Duan Yilan knew what she was asking, raised her head, looked directly into Yan Menghan's gaze, and nodded solemnly.

Yan Menghan seemed to hesitate for a moment, and said again, "Are you treating yourself as a man?"

Duan Yilan shook her head and said, "I have never regarded myself as a man. Before, it was only for the convenience of walking, and some other reasons. When I first met Liu Ying, she knew that I was a woman."

"A relationship like yours will bring Liu Ying a lot of trouble."

"I know, I'll fix it"

"You are a fellow cultivator with two strengths, and you have a relationship with Wuya Immortal Venerable. These things must have been spread by the two clans. You yourself are unpredictable, so how will you solve Liuying's troubles?"

"Palace Master Menghan also said that now fortune and misfortune are unpredictable, who knows what will happen in the future?"

"Do you know what's going on in the halls of the Devil's Palace? Do you know what kind of doubts and hostility you will encounter? What's the use of your outstanding talent? Those hall masters and elders will never give you time to grow up. Now you Can it deal with powerhouses above the sixth level?"

It seemed that it was Yan Menghan's series of rhetorical questions, Duan Yilan was also a little angry, and said in a neutral way, "These are all my business, don't bother Palace Master Menghan."

"You! Liuying is a saint known to the world, don't you think it's too selfish for you to do this!"

"Liuying doesn't care about being a saint, and I don't care what the world thinks. When it comes to selfishness, the magic palace traps Liuying like a canary. Aren't you selfish?"

"You are all women, how can you be together so blatantly!"

"You haven't tried it, so how do you know it won't work!"

"Duan Yilan, you are presumptuous!"

Duan Yilan didn't care about her anymore, and didn't want to care about the fish and shrimp that were already boiling in the bell cauldron, so she got up and walked out of the cave.

She was a little annoyed, because the problems mentioned by Yan Menghan were real in front of her, and she really couldn't compete with the Demon Palace now, if she really became the target of public criticism when she went back this time, how should she solve it.

Yan Menghan was also very angry. It was the first time someone dared to talk to her like this. She said that it was for her own good, but others didn't appreciate it. It was kind of a donkey's liver and lungs.