Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 72
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The ear is the gurgling water flowing, the sweet yarrow fragrance is flowing between the nose, the left hand palm is the familiar tenderness.Although the pain in the wound did not subside, there was no pain at all on the boy's face.

This miserable situation did not last long.The wolves under the high rock felt powerless, and after soaking in the water for about a stick of incense in the river, they couldn't bear to leave.Quan Dang took a shower, twisted the fur on his body, tossed the water droplets off his body, and then called the little nightingale parked on the edge of the high rock, "Ow Ow", and immediately returned angrily. Go into the deep forest.

And that little nightingale seemed to understand human nature, seeing the sound of the man and woman who were already sleeping, the cry that had never been stopped suddenly fell silent.It wasn't until the first ray of sunlight from the sky poured onto the Xianbei witch who called for her arrival that she regained her natural instincts, and she hopped around Murong Yan again and sang songs.

When she was young, Murong Yan opened her long eyes and saw that lovely forest friend walking around in front of her. Her sleeping head suddenly remembered the thrilling incident last night, and buried her face in Bai Feng's arms.

"Although there is a bloody smell coming from my face, I always feel very peaceful in my heart." Murong Yan sighed inwardly, "Brother Feng, you saved me again... I have a hunch that things like this will only get more and more... ..." When she performed the "Blood Matching" ceremony in Jiangzhou before, she was warned by her mother Murong Yan in a dream, and she even saw a future that she should not have known. Could it be that such little happiness will eventually escape the hand of fate ?Thinking about this, she became more and more sentimental and inseparable from the wounded boy's arms, and even when she smelled the blood from Bai Feng's body, she couldn't help sobbing.

This kind of abnormality awakened the young man inadvertently.Bai Feng wanted to subconsciously raise his right hand to stroke the other party, but unexpectedly, when he was unconscious, his right hand was holding the Longming sword tightly, and now his dull body is a little bit reluctant, maybe this body does not allow "Longming" Lose it?So he put on another injured hand, stroked the other's hair, and asked, "Yan'er... what's the matter with you?"

"Uh!" Murong Yan was so ashamed, she sat up immediately, wiped her tears with her hands, and covered her blush, and replied, "No...it's okay! The wolves are gone, let's go back quickly, shall we?"

Bai Feng frowned suspiciously and nodded in response.Immediately, with the help of Long Mingjian, he propped up his tired and injured body, "Hand, it still hurts..."

"Yeah! Let's go back to Qingliang Temple, there must be herbs for pain relief!" Murong Yan smiled brightly, as if she had forgotten Shi Cai's sorrow in an instant.

Bai Feng saw that the other party was smiling as before, and most of the doubts between his brows disappeared in an instant.Immediately, he asked Murong Yan for the dark purple scabbard.When I retracted the Longming Sword into its scabbard, I inadvertently saw the damaged appearance of "Longming", and I had doubts in my heart, and said to himself: "Master Xuanqing said that this sword was thrown off a cliff? When you draw your sword once, can't you see that the sword has suffered such severe wounds?"

"Brother Feng?" Murong Yan asked in confusion, "Could it be that the old monk is lying to you? No, I have to ask him for a theory!" After she finished speaking, she walked down Gao Yan first, then stretched out her hand to help Bai Feng and left Go down, wade across the river, return to land, and return to Qingliang Temple.

Following the forest friend's last guidance, the two walked back to the road from the chaotic stream below the Buddha Tower.Murong Yan reluctantly said goodbye to that little Nightingale. In the eyes of an ordinary person like Bai Feng, this was still a very unbelievable scene, even though it was not the first time he had seen something like this, and it was because of such a wonderful girl that he was able to Come this far.Before they knew it, they had already intertwined each other's destiny tightly.The legend about fate gradually came true to them. Whether they were willing to admit it or not, the wheel of fate had already begun to roll forward.

In other words, this trip up the mountain is not much different from the first time.It was only when the two passed by the familiar pavilion that they met Yang Deqing, the hunter of Yanzi Town.I saw Yang Deqing carrying a tall basket on his back and a jujube hunting bow hanging on his shoulders. He was sitting in the pavilion to rest, and the bandages on his feet were also removed.

Bai Feng and Murong Yan naturally came up to talk and greet each other.

"Brother Yang, what are you doing up the mountain this time?" Bai Feng stepped forward and bowed.

Yang Deqing replied: "My father said that my mother believed in the Buddha before her death, and often came to this Qingliang Temple to ask for scriptures. So after my mother passed away, my father would exchange half of the prey for food and vegetables every month. It is given to the monks on the mountain, saying that it can "accumulate virtue and promote goodness"? Now that my father is old, it is my son to do this work!"

"Oh! No wonder Lord Yang Ji takes you as a witness!" Bai Feng said suddenly.

Yang Deqing played with his wet curled hair and asked, "Why, aren't the two of you on the mountain? What's wrong with Mr. Bai's left hand?"

Murong Yan said angrily: "Brother Feng, he was bitten by a wolf! It's all the fault of that old monk Xuanqing who tricked us into going down the mountain!"

"Evil wolf? Where is it? Next time, let the young master hunt it down for Miss Murong to calm down!" Yang Deqing shouted, and then he took the bow and pulled the string, "My archery skills were taught by my father. It is one of the best within a hundred miles!"

"Hehehe." Bai Feng looked at Murong Yan and smiled helplessly: "By the way, how are Brother Zhao and the others at the bottom of the mountain?"

"You mean Young Master Zhao?" Yang Deqing said, "Young Master Zhao and the others have offended the local ruffians here, and they have also provoked a 'big thief' Su Qing. They have been hiding in the inn for the past two days and dare not go out!"

"Su Qing?" Bai Feng asked in confusion, "Why did Young Master Su come here too?"

Yang Deqing twirled his curly hair, looking seriously thinking, and said, "In my opinion, this person is not a good person. When he met Miss Zhao, he kept looking at Miss Zhao, and even said He deliberately moved to the same inn with Miss Zhao and the others. You know, there are only two inns in this small place, and he still lives in the room next to Miss Zhao, isn't this an obvious plot to do something bad!"

When the three chatted for a while, Bai Feng and Murong Yan learned about the mundane affairs at the foot of the mountain.For the two who were just used to a quiet life, this kind of thing was too annoying. They were still on the mountain and had to pray that their friends wouldn't have any trouble.In order to rendezvous with friends at the foot of the mountain as soon as possible, without delaying everyone's itinerary, several people had to go up the mountain as soon as possible to complete their own affairs.

At noon, the three of them arrived at Qingliang Temple. They first delivered the food they had brought in to the monks, and then moved to Houshan Buddha Pagoda to visit Master Xuanqing together.

(End of this chapter)