Zongwu: I have no fault in Yang Guo, how can I change it?

Chapter 143 Entering Shennongjia
Looking at the trembling green bamboo path, Yang Guo narrowed his eyes, hesitated for a while, and nodded.

"Then I will stay for two days."

Qing Zhu's eyebrows and eyes were curved, and she was delighted with her looks, she couldn't help shouting, "It's great, I'm finally not alone."

Seeing him like this, Yang Guo smiled.

It's hard to think about guarding this Wudang Mountain alone.

After Yang Guo agreed, the little Taoist went to tidy up the room and prepare meals, thinking about it he was very happy.

evening.

The setting sun was like a glow, and the white snow covering Zixiao Palace was slightly red, and the dense mist showed a touch of red.

Yang Guo closed his eyes, and sat down on the crown of an evergreen tree that was growing very well, with green branches and leaves, and a little snowflakes falling on it.

"Exhale~breath~"

With each exhalation and inhalation, Yang Guo inhales the surging "Old Yin Qi" between heaven and earth into his body, and turns it into "Yuan Qi" bit by bit, and then enters the Nigong Pill (Shangdantian) along the Governor Vessel to warm and nourish the spirit.

When Yang Guo was in Dugu Sword Tomb, he had already condensed the "energy seeds", making his whole body full of leaks, and the energy was not exhausted. If he wanted to go one step further, he had to remove acquired impurities and turn them into innate essences. Yang Guo is still far behind.

now.

Yang Guo just wanted to let the "Flower of Primordial Spirit" bloom, but before that, he needed to rest his mind.

The green bamboo Taoist was sweeping the snow, peeking at Yang Guo from time to time, and then continued to sweep the snow.

He was very curious about this young man who was not a few years older than himself.

But he didn't dare to disturb Yang Guo rashly.

And so on until the sun sets and the lonely moon rises.

Seeing that Yang Guo hasn't reacted yet, Qingzhu couldn't help admiring him.

If he was allowed to sit in the cold and dry weather for so long, he might not be able to do it.

Being bored and sleepy, Qing Zhu went to get a wooden sword and practiced it.

Less than half an hour.

Qing Zhu shook her head, feeling that she was too cold, she slowly retracted her sword.

"Why don't you practice swords anymore?"

Yang Guo's robe fluttered, like a green leaf fluttering in the wind, lightly falling to the ground.

Qingzhu seemed to feel a little embarrassed, and touched the back of his head, "It's too cold, my body is frozen."

Yang Guo sat at the stone table in the courtyard, took a cowhide bag from his waist and drank some wine.

"You should be cultivating internal strength, won't it make your internal strength drive away the cold?"

Qingzhu shook her head, "Master said that my internal strength is still weak, so he didn't teach me."

Yang Guo nodded, took the upside-down tea bowl on the stone table, poured some clear wine and handed it over.

Qingzhu's cheeks were slightly red, and she waved her hands again and again, "I'm a Taoist priest, so I can't drink alcohol."

Yang Guo recalled a little, with a weird expression.

If he remembered correctly, Zhang Sanfeng used to retreat in the stone room with wine gourds.

Also at the hero meeting, Song Yuanqiao of the Wudang Seven Heroes also drank.

"The Taoist priests of the Quanzhen sect want to abstain from drinking, so should your Taoist priests from Wudang also abstain from alcohol?"

Qingzhu said hesitantly, "Master never said it before, and I don't know if I can drink it."

"Little Taoist, you listen to Yu Erxia very much."

Qingzhu blushed a little, but did not answer, apparently acquiescing.

Yu Lianzhou is a person with a cold face and a warm heart. He is strict with his apprentices and has always looked serious.

This little Taoist priest was obviously very afraid of Yu Lianzhou.

"Ugh-"

Suddenly there was a long beep.

Qingzhu raised her head in doubt, her eyes widened immediately, and she stammered, "Good... good... what a big bird!!"

The divine sculpture fell to the ground very quickly, and the gust of wind it brought up blew Yang Guo's loose long hair.

Yang Guo smiled, and handed over the cowhide bag containing the liquor.

But the wine-loving sculpture didn't take it, but neighed and poked Yang Guo's shoulder with his iron wings, looking a little anxious.

Yang Guo was a little astonished and stood up.

"What's wrong, Brother Diao, is something wrong?"

"Cuckoo~"

The Divine Condor nodded.

Yang Guo thought for a while, then said anxiously, "Brother Diao, have you seen my aunt?"

According to Yang Guo's thinking.

Brother Diao didn't know a lot of people in total, and now that he was making such an anxious appearance, he immediately thought of the people he was most familiar with.

Shen Diao tilted his head, blinked his eyes, and shook his head.

Seeing this, Yang Guo showed a bitter smile, "Brother Diao, take me to have a look."

Immediately, the divine eagle lowered its body, spread out a pair of iron wings that were estimated to be six to seven feet long, and motioned for Yang Guo to come up.

Yang Guo naturally had nothing to tweak, he landed on its back lightly.

"Yang...Yang Shaoxia, you are leaving..." Qingzhu pinched the corner of his clothes and asked hesitantly.

"Of course not. I just followed Brother Diao to take a look. I should be back tomorrow, so don't worry."

"That's good, Yang Shaoxia, you all have a safe trip, remember to come back early."

Yang Guo nodded, suddenly thought of something, flew to land beside Qingzhu, soft internal force poured into his body, and swam away quickly.

"Remember the meridians I used to move Qi just now. If you are cold, just follow the traces just now to get luck. Maybe... there will be unexpected gains."

Yang Guo smiled and patted his shoulder, "Okay, I'm leaving."

Shut up.

The divine sculpture carried Yang Guotong into the night sky.

Feeling the warmth of his body, Qingzhu gradually came back to his senses, looked at the one person and one eagle that had disappeared in the cold night, and whispered, "Thank you."

...

...

The divine eagle flew extremely fast this time, heading west all the way, passing countless mountains and rivers.

Hearing the whistling wind, Yang Guo closed his eyes slightly, took out the cowhide bag, and drank the wine.

"Looking at Brother Eagle's eager appearance, I don't know if he has discovered something important..."

was thinking.

Yang Guo was slightly startled, took out the jade token, browsed it for a while, and when he didn't get the information he wanted, he let it disappear with a wave of his hand.

Today, this "jade card" appears every day.

and.

Yang Guo could feel that if the "Flower of Primordial Spirit" blooms, it should have new abilities.

"Cuckoo~"

When Yang Guo's thoughts were surging, the divine sculpture grunted twice.

"Brother Diao, don't worry, I won't fall that easily."

"Ugh-"

The long chime resounded through the night sky.

The divine eagle fell extremely fast, but the strong sense of weightlessness did not make Yang Guo feel any discomfort.

Bang! !

As soon as the divine eagle fell, it made a big hole in the ground.

Yang Guo shook his head helplessly, looked around, couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.

This is an inaccessible mountain forest.

At a glance, ancient trees of hundreds of feet can be seen everywhere. The roots of the trees are intertwined, like dragons, and the layers of branches are entangled, as if to form a layer of ancient trees.
If it weren't for this winter, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to see what the sky looks like.

Touching the bark that looked like a cracked rock, Yang Guo smiled and said:

"Brother Diao, this place should be in the depths of Shennongjia, right? What did you bring me here for?"

"Gu~gu~"

The divine eagle yelled twice, raised its head and broadened its chest, stepped up its thick legs, and swaggered towards the dark forest next to it.

Although he didn't understand Brother Diao's intention, Yang Guo took out his heavy sword and quickly followed.

He could vaguely feel that there were not simple things in this mountain forest.

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(End of this chapter)