East China Sea dust

The young man laying flat among the lush grass opened his eyes, slowly propped himself up and looked around, and found that all the sights were unfamiliar.

The only thing he could be sure of was that he was still in the forest in the southern border. Zhang Qinglan got up from the ground, stretched out his hand and patted the dust and grass leaves on the corner of his clothes, and heard the crowing of frogs from all directions.

The climate in the deep mountains was cool, and the noon had passed, and the sunlight blocked by the forest leaves became weaker.

A burst of screeching sounds suddenly sounded not far away, and Zhang Qinglan immediately looked towards the source of the sound vigilantly, only then did she realize that Xuanlan was covered in blood and was propping up her knees, stretching out her hand to pull the white-haired and white-clothed boy out of the edge of the swamp to hug him. in arms.

"..."

Seeing this, Zhang Qinglan took a few steps back quietly, pulled down the blood jade Chongli hanging from her neck and held it in her hand, and with a flash of red light, the last two talismans stored in Chongli were firmly pinched on her fingertips.

Xuanlan knelt down on one knee, her monk's robe was already in tatters, and before she had time to wipe off the dark brown blood stains on the corners of her lips, she reached out her hand through the boy's legs, hugged him tightly and stood up.

The deer demon was hit by the thunder summoned by Zhang Qinglan, and he closed his eyes and fell into a coma. His white hair was scorched black at the end, and there was some bloody smell all over his body. At this moment, the powerful demon power on his body was rapidly flowing from his body like a flood. .

The monk lowered his eyes, and his eyes slipped past the paleness on the young man's lips... he quickly turned around, faced the direction where the young man was, looked at the lush weeds that seemed to be deserted, and said: "The benefactor came here with the poor monk. , why don't you show up and talk?"

After the voice fell, what responded to him was the silence of the wind blowing grass leaves.

Xuanlan was not too eager, but just stood there holding the deer demon, quietly looking at the large emerald green grass leaves in front of him.

The young man was dragged up from the shallow swamp by him, the snow-white robe on his body was already extremely dirty, and now it was even more sticky when rubbed on the monk's cloth robe, with a bit of cold dampness.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, a thin figure slowly emerged from the meadow.

Zhang Qinglan squeezed the talisman tightly behind her back with one hand, her brows and eyes were full of guard, her thin lips were tightly pursed, and she said nothing: "..."

Seeing that he was finally willing to show up, Xuan Lan showed a half-truth and half-fake gentle smile on his face: "The benefactor came alone, but he has a heart."

Hearing this, Zhang Qinglan stopped walking, and Zhang Qinglan frowned slightly. Not sure if she understood the threat in Xuanlan's words, she pondered for a moment and then said loudly: "But there is one thing I want to ask the master."

Xuanlan was happy to make false claims with him: "I don't dare to ask for advice, but it's okay to say it as a benefactor."

Zhang Qinglan pretended to take a step forward inadvertently, and slowly injected wisps of spiritual energy into the talisman between his fingers: "Master has put in so much effort, and the layout from Ye City to Southern Xinjiang is interlocking. It must have been planned for a long time."

"I don't know why the master has such a deep hatred with Ao Zhan? He is willing to waste his mind like this."

Xuanlan quietly listened to what the young man said, shook her head and said: "The benefactor is too worried, the poor monk and the Dragon King of the East China Sea have no quarrel."

It was no surprise that the other party already knew Ao Zhan's true identity, and Zhang Qinglan's eyes were only wary: "In this case, can the master explain one or two about the poisonous miasma in the city and the killing array in the mountains..."

The moment the voice fell, the talisman in his hand was ignited, and the young man raised his hand and quickly shot three snow-white lightning lights at the monk in front of him, and said softly: "I wish I could learn from a famous teacher, and help people seek justice."

When Xuanlan was fighting with Ao Zhan just now, he had spent most of his spiritual power due to a wrong estimate, but now Zhang Qinglan suddenly made an attack, and seeing the lightning strike directly in front of him, he was almost unable to dodge in time.

Just as she was about to abruptly block the opponent's attack, Xuan Lan felt empty in her arms.

"Ugh!" The deer demon cried out in pain, and the hoarse ending sound echoed in the air.The whole person fell heavily in front of Xuan Lan, curled up in pain, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The white deer turned into its original form, crouching in the weeds, its body covered with scars.He forced himself to raise his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him, his expression was full of resentment.

Xuan Lan frowned tightly, seeing the scabbed wound on the snow-white fur of the deer demon open, after all, he did not act rashly.

The young man immediately showed the talisman in his hand, the threat was very obvious, and he said in a deep voice, "How?"

Contrary to Zhang Qinglan's expectations, Xuanlan's embarrassment only existed for a moment.I saw that he suddenly raised his eyes to stare at the void at a certain moment, and in an instant, the slightly sad expression on his face was swept away.

Soon restored to the original gentle mask full of smiles, Xuanlan took a step forward slowly, and took the deer demon who kept vomiting blood into his arms again.Then he stood up straight, looked at Zhang Qinglan frankly, and said meaningfully: "What you and I are asking is actually the same, and please don't get too involved in the drama."

Zhang Qinglan froze when she was about to throw out the second talisman just now, and there was a trace of unbelievable surprise in her eyes.

At this moment, a soft female voice suddenly sounded behind Zhang Qinglan, breaking the deadlock with one word: "Ah Lan, how can you neglect the honored guest so much?"

The young man turned around, his pupils dilated the moment he saw the person coming.After choking on words for a long time, he tentatively said with a hoarse voice and half-belief:

"……why you?"

*****

A pinch of dark brown powder was burning on the censer in the room, and the strange fragrance permeated the air, mixed with a strange sweet and greasy feeling.

Zhang Qinglan sat on one of the rattan bamboo stools, her hands and wrists were bound by a slender thorn. Although she was not restricted to move freely, she couldn't leave her surroundings.

The light outside was blocked by large palm leaves. There were a lot of animal bones piled up in the wooden house. A copper stove was set up on a pile of extinguished bonfires in the corner. There was a small amount of clear water in the stove, and the bloody raw meat was soaked in it. There was a slight fishy smell.

Xuanlan was sitting cross-legged on the woven leaf cushion near the door, with her eyes closed, practicing her kung fu to heal the deer demon.

On the other side, the woman who had appeared before was reclining on the tiger-skin blanket in the middle of the main room, her fingertips were painted with bright red Kodan, she was holding a teacup in both hands, blowing the steaming heat a few times, and then she looked at Zhang Qinglan There was a hint of interest in his eyes: "Why don't you speak?"

The woman's eyebrows and eyes were indeed very similar to Zhang Qinglan, she drank a sip of hot tea, and quickly licked the water stains on the corners of her mouth with the tip of her tongue: "It's just that we haven't seen each other for three years... Ah Lan won't recognize me? "

Zhang Qinglan had no choice but to bow her head obediently in the end, and shouted under her throat: "Second sister."

The woman was wearing a deep purple tie-dyed sarong, and the silver ornaments she wore all over her body were making crisp sounds as they collided with her movements. The dozens of carved silver bracelets on her wrists were piled up, leaving some fine traces on her arms.

Seeing that her younger brother was finally willing to speak, she walked down from the tiger skin blanket with a smile on her face, and walked all the way to Zhang Qinglan's side with a cup of tea in her hand. Take a big gulp.

Zhang Qinglan was caught off guard, and after swallowing half a bowl of tea, she couldn't help coughing, and raised her hand to wipe the corners of her mouth, causing the corners of her eyes to turn red.

But when she looked up again, Zhang Qinglan found a black spar thrown up and down in the opponent's hand.

... The love test stone that he had deliberately forgotten in the corner of the Qiankun bag for a long time was being played wantonly by the woman at this time. She quickly threw the teacup into the corner of the room, and the porcelain shattered with a "crack" sound softly.

The woman propped her face with one hand, with an arrogant expression, she raised the corners of her lips at Zhang Qinglan, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.As time passed, the patterns on the spar tightly held in his hand lit up bit by bit: "Come, tell sister."

"It's been three years, how many of the tasks assigned to you have been completed?"