Gods and Immortals

"Water... hurry up... find the grand master... all of them are Sanyi..."

"Brother, he's awake!" Hearing the weak cry, the little girl quickly got up and walked towards Feng Wuyi, leaning on the crude wooden bed, staring at Feng Wuyi.

The middle-aged man who was gathering around the campfire to keep warm heard this and put down the fire stick in his hand, "Call your sister back quickly, don't go near that person!"

The little boy hurriedly dragged his sister back, squatted by the campfire and carefully stared at Feng Wuyi.

"I... this is... where?" Feng Wuyi was startled awake, supported his weak body and got up for a while, frowning with a splitting headache, he glanced at the fire.

The little boy, the middle-aged man's eyes were full of hostility, and the little girl looked behind Feng Wuyi curiously. At this time, the pair of huge black wings had disappeared, and there was an old man in the corner, sitting quietly on the ground , motionless, not even the sound of breathing, as if dead.

"Can you see things?" the middle-aged man asked suspiciously.

Feng Wuyi rubbed his head, and slowly came back to his senses. Before he passed out, he should be running away, but somehow he got an arrow in the shoulder and was shot down from the air.

At that time, the wind and sand were quite strong, and he couldn't see anything clearly, but Feng Wuyi was sure that San Yisheng was chasing and killing him.

"Sometimes I have invisible problems..." Feng Wuyi saw that they were wearing the gray tattered clothes of slaves, and knew that they would not be San Yisheng, so he was a little relieved and asked, "It was you who saved them." I?"

The middle-aged man was vigilant and silent, but the little girl nodded quickly and said: "You fell from the sky, grandpa said that only by saving you can we make it to Xiqi alive!"

"You guys are going to Xiqi?!" Feng Wuyi was taken aback, in that case, wouldn't he be on the same road as San Yisheng?

But after thinking about it, Feng Qiya's palace can't go back for the time being, his father didn't want to see him, and now San Yisheng is making trouble.In addition, the ghost king and princess are pregnant, if I want to explain to my father and king, it is tantamount to seeking my own death.

Guifang couldn't go back, so he could only go back to the boat to find Jiang Huayang and the others, so going to Xiqi was also on the way.

"If you don't go, you can leave now..." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "I know you are the royal family of Guifang, and people from Xiqi are chasing you, and it will be dangerous for us to be with you !"

Feng Wuyi nodded, the significance of the appearance of the black feather wings in the ghost side was understood by almost everyone who had been in the ghost side.

"This money. I will keep it for you on the road. Thank you for your life-saving grace!" Feng Wuyi took out some jade shells, put them on the ground, and turned to leave.

But just half a step away, there was a sharp tearing pain on his shoulder, Feng Wuyi let out a muffled groan, and stretched out his hand to touch the wound. At this time, the arrow had been pulled out, but his hand was still stained by the blood that kept oozing out.

"Brother, he's injured, don't let him go!" the little girl said urgently.

The little boy looked at the middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man remained silent.

"Mr. Feng is the body of wind and thunder gathering spirits... Your blessing should be on Zhongnan Mountain in the east of Xiqi..." Suddenly, he came into the corner.The old man who seemed to have melted into a seat made a sound, which startled the little girl.

Feng Wuyi frowned. Originally, his shoulder was in excruciating pain, and he didn't care to listen to what others had to say.But the old man knew his surname was Feng, which forced Feng Wuyi to endure the severe pain, turned around and gave a salute to the old man.

"This old man. Recognize me?"

The old man didn't move, closed his eyes and said tremblingly: "The royal family of Guifang is named Feng, and people in the western countries know..."

Feng Wuyi was stunned, "No wonder, the old man said that I have the body of wind and thunder gathering spirits, and also said that my fortune is on which mountain. What does this mean? Could it be that senior is also a monk?"

"I... am not a monk..." The old man said this with a slight smile on his face, "But I have planted snow lotus for 30 years at the foot of the fairy mountain Kunlun, so I have seen some gods..."

The middle-aged man, the little boy and the little girl also seemed to hear the old man say so much for the first time, and they couldn't help listening to him carefully.

"If you didn't incarnate, I wouldn't be able to detect your aura energy at all... But when I met you, the wind and thunder elements around you were extremely violent and chaotic..." The old man said: "Among the apprentices accepted by the gods, the one who calls you This kind of person who can possess dual-line cultivation talents at a young age is called the body of gathering spirits."

Feng Wuyi's eyes widened slightly, he didn't expect this old man who looked like he was dying to have such an identity and knowledge.

"The old man said, what mountain is my land of blessings on? What's going on?"

"On Zhongnan Mountain, there is a hermit who is very good at the art of wind and thunder. If you go to him, you will be able to get excellent teachings!" The old man said slowly.

"So he can take us to Xiqi safely?" The middle-aged man was a little skeptical after hearing the old man's words.

The old man seemed to talk too much, exhausted his physical strength, and panted slightly: "You don't know the prestige of Zhongnan Mountain in the Zhou Kingdom... I have this thing, and I will lend it to Mr. Feng... It will surely make the journey unimpeded."

As he spoke, the old man slowly moved his stiff body, and took out a white jade from his waist.

As soon as the white jade was taken out, there was a faint whistling sound of wind around it, and there was still a faint light on the white jade, and there seemed to be clouds churning in it.

"Wow, so beautiful!" the little girl called out, and looked closer at the old man.

The shape of the white jade is like a cloud, and there are three characters engraved on it, which is very conspicuous.

"Yun... neutron?" The little girl seemed to be able to read some words, and said in a stuttering voice: "The fairy is called Yun Zhongzi?"

The old man shook his head, "I don't know, it's just that there was some fate back then, so I gave this treasure to me."

The middle-aged man looked at Bai Yu and frowned, "Old man, you have this treasure, why didn't you redeem yourself and leave the stone building? You were detained as a slave for no reason and suffered many crimes."

"This treasure cannot be given to others..." The old man gently stroked the white jade with his rough fingers very lovingly, "The god promised me back then that with this white jade, he could accept a descendant of me as a disciple. With such a chance, How can I redeem myself, old man?"

"You still have a grandson?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Even after so many years, I don't even have a family, let alone a grandson." The old man said, "So I also thought about it and searched all the way from Kunlun Mountain, planning to go to Zhongnan Mountain to meet the god..."

The little boy who hadn't spoken much curled his lips and said, "Then grandpa, you take the white jade and take us to Xiqi, so it's over. Why bring this outsider..."

Speaking of this, the little boy muttered, a little dissatisfied, and the small thoughts of longing for gods appeared on his face.

The old man shook his head, "On the way, there must be Zhou soldiers setting up traps, and some monster races will run amok... We will take Baiyu to Xiqi, and we can only lose this treasure for nothing, and take a life."

"But if a monk goes to Mount Zhongnan with this object, not only will the Zhou soldiers not dare to move you, but they will have to increase their manpower to escort you all the way, so it will be much safer." The old man said: "I have said that, there are people on Mount Zhongnan. Immortals, even the King of Zhou, Jichang, is enshrined and worshiped, you say that with the name of Zhongnan Mountain, can you still not reach Xiqi?"

As soon as these words were said, the middle-aged man and the little boy were speechless, none of them knew magic arts, and no one believed them when they held their treasures.But Feng Wuyi is indeed a cultivator, holding the token is much more credible than the few of them.

It's just that Feng Wuyi didn't have this intention at this time, San Yisheng was Zhou Guo's doctor, and he was chasing and killing him. Could it be that he swaggered into Zhou Guoliang to reveal his identity?

What's more, I want to rush to Taolinguan to meet the princess, and I don't know how to take the road of Xiqi, so I braced myself up, saluted the old man and the middle-aged man, and thanked: "Thank you for your life-saving help!" Well, it’s just that I have other important things to do, so I’m afraid I won’t be able to accompany you to Xiqi.”

"Huh?" The middle-aged man had already accepted the old man's plan, but now he heard that Feng Wuji was unwilling, and he was a little anxious.

"Thank you all, junior farewell."

Feng Wuyi didn't dare to stay for a long time, so he forced himself out of the residence after speaking, and looked around. It was late at night, and the surroundings were full of rolling plateau soil slopes, and the residence he was in just now was a dug room. In the earth cave on the side of the mountain, the fire is lingering in the cave, but it can't shine very far.

Looking at the barren mounds in the distance under the night sky, Feng Wuyi walked forward with difficulty, and the little girl behind him ran out of the earth cave, holding the door of the earth cave and looking timidly at the darkness in front of him.

"Mr. Feng is not willing, and we can't force him to send us to Xiqi..." The middle-aged man's voice came from the cave, "Take one step at a time, and we will talk when we meet Zhou Bing."

"No way, let me take the white jade and pretend to be a disciple of that mountain, how about that?" came the voice of the little boy.

"You don't know anything, you can't do it..." The old man said: "Little girl, follow up with Mr. Feng, try your best to persuade him to come back, maybe you can follow him to Zhongnan Mountain in the future..."

"I...I'm afraid of the dark..." The little girl didn't dare to come out of the cave.

"You girl..." The old man complained in his tone, touched Baiyu lightly with his hand, and said in a low voice to himself: "If you don't chase it back, I'm afraid I'll have a hard time living tomorrow..." (To be continued continued..)