A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

The wind was howling, the clouds were dense, and thousands of bamboos swayed with the wind at the same time. Shu Ange was fascinated by the wind and sand. Everything on the scene was like a horror movie.

Zong Yujing took out a golden ring from his sleeve and threw the golden ring into the air, it continued to grow in rotation, and finally turned into a sparkling golden circle.

"Stand in the circle, no matter what happens, don't leave the circle."

Zong Yujing pushed Shu Ange into the golden ring, she was suspended in mid-air, and stuffed into Shu An's singer: "Take the token, and no matter what happens, you can't leave the circle."

"Okay, don't worry."

Shu Ange stood in the circle surrounded by golden rings, looked down and looked around, and found that she was surrounded by a faint golden barrier, which blocked the wind and clouds.

The mourner laughed strangely and flew up. A pair of skinny hands turned into eagle claws and grabbed Shu Ange. Zong Yujing held a purple jade flute and fluttered in front of the mourner, defusing his attack lightly. .

But Shu Ange knew that Zong Yujing was not as relaxed as it seemed, he took a step back, and there was a trace of blood on the tiger's mouth.

The Taoist priest is afraid that he is about to give birth to a baby. Although both are in the Jindan stage, the gap between the late Jindan and the peak of Jindan is by no means as small as the gap between the Qi refining stage and the foundation building stage.

Shu Ange held his breath and held the Yuqing Sword, not even daring to let out a sound.

The mourner made a strange cry, his sleeves suddenly ballooned, and he flew straight to Zong Yujing's face. He responded calmly, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared from Shu Ange's field of vision.

The next moment, Zong Yujing appeared behind the mourner, throwing out countless yellow talismans like a rain of flowers.

When Fu Zhuan touched the robe of the Taoist mourner, it exploded into pieces.

Zong Yujing held the Ziyu Xiao to his lips, and the melodious Xiao sound resounded through the bamboo forest. Shu Ange only felt that the Xiao sound was quiet and bright, it sounded like a spring breeze, but when the mourner remembered the Xiao sound, he roared loudly like a madman. .

He frantically waved the weapon in his hand, and dozens of small flags flew up at the same time, rushing towards Zong Yujing like sharp swords, and the bell sounded like thunder, as if he was fighting against the sound of Xiao.

The deafening bell sounded, and Shu Ange's ears were full of pain. She pinned the Yuqing Sword to her waist, covered her ears with both hands, and struggled to endure the harsh and unpleasant sound of the bell.

The fighting became more and more intense, the sky was dark and the earth was flying sand and rocks, the sound of the flute and the bell were mixed together, and Shu Ange could hardly see the figures of the two.

After an unknown amount of time, Shu Ange's vision became blurred, his chest felt as stuffy as being hit by a sledgehammer, and the frantic sandstorm finally stopped.

She opened her eyes with a pale face, and wiped the wet liquid from the corners of her lips.

Shu Ange looked down from the top and saw that a large piece of bamboo had fallen down, and the ground was covered with fragments of flags. The mourner had disappeared. Zong Yujing was leaning against the bamboo with his hands on his chest, and his robe was stained red with blood.

"Senior Zong, how are you?"

Shu Ange wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and called out Zong Yujing.

He slowly raised his head and faced her direction. There was no blood on his handsome face, and he looked very weak.

Shu Ange's heart became a ball, and she took a step forward. The golden ring suddenly returned to its original state and fell to the ground. Her feet were empty and her body fell rapidly.

Unpredictable, Shu Ange adjusted her posture urgently, so as not to fall into a dog's feces, when she was about to land, someone suddenly hugged her waist.

The familiar smell lingered in Shu Ange's nose, and her heartbeat suddenly beat half a beat.

"Senior Zong."

Zong Yujing put away the golden ring, leaned forward suddenly, fell on Shu Ange, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

She hurriedly turned around, held Zong Yujing in her arms, and shouted eagerly, "Senior Zong, Senior."

The blood stained Zong Yujing's shirt, and he leaned expressionlessly in her arms and fell into a coma.

Before they left the boundary of Bihaimen, Shu Ange was worried about being robbed, and called Zong Yujing's name a few times.

Zong Yujing was more than twenty centimeters taller than Shu Ange, and it was extremely difficult for her small stature to carry him, but she still carried him down the mountain step by step.

After arriving at the foot of the mountain, Shu Ange looked at Zong Yujing whose robe was dyed red with blood, anxious and afraid in his heart.

She planned to grit her teeth and take Zong Yujing to the hotel, anyway, there was always a place to rest. Unexpectedly, he suddenly woke up halfway and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Go to Baiyunguan, cough, go there."

After Zong Yujing finished speaking, he fell into a coma again. Shu Ange had to stop by the roadside, let him lie in his arms, and turned on his mobile phone to search for Baiyun Temple.

The address of Baiyun Temple could not be found on the Baidu map. After Shu Ange searched in the browser, he found that Baiyun Temple was about tens of kilometers away from here. It was a quiet and secluded Taoist temple.

Shu Ange remembered the route in his mind, took a deep breath, and set out on the road again with Zong Yujing on his back.

Zong Yujing was wearing a Taoist robe, and his chest was red with blood. It was too dazzling for two people to ride in a car like this, and it was easy to be called to the police.

Although they didn't do anything bad, it was really troublesome to deal with the police, so Shu Ange had no choice but to go to Baiyunguan behind Zong Yujing.

Even though she was only a qi-refining cultivator, her physical strength was much stronger than that of ordinary people, and it was not impossible to carry a person several dozen kilograms heavier than herself for dozens of miles.

In order not to attract attention, Shu Ange tried his best to walk on the path, although it still attracted a lot of surprised eyes.

To Shu Ange's relief, Zong Yujing's breathing was fairly steady.

"Senior Zong, are you okay?"

Without getting a response, Shu Ange quietly changed his name: "Zong Yujing, this name is very nice. You don't look much older than me. I wonder if you are thirty years old?"

In this era of thin spiritual energy, someone who can enter the Golden Core Stage before the age of fifty can already be regarded as a highly talented cultivator.

There are a lot of cultivators, and the poor have been wandering in the Qi refining period all their lives, and they can't even cross the threshold of foundation building.

Like the original owner, the talent is good, but it lacks good exercises, spiritual herbs, medicinal herbs, and the guidance of seniors. It is very normal for people in their twenties to be still in the qi refining stage.

Zong Yujing's age was estimated by Shu Ange. After the monk entered the Nascent Soul stage, his appearance would stop changing. But before that, monks just aged a little more slowly than ordinary people.

Zong Yujing's skin was as fair and translucent as fat, and her lips were rosy, and she didn't look very old.

"When did you start cultivating? Did it start at an early age?"

Shu Ange lifted Zong Yujing's body up, and while admiring the scenery along the way, chatted with the person on his back.

[I always feel that the male and female protagonists share weal and woe, which is more warm than the male protagonist's unilateral protection of the female protagonist, hehe]