In the dream, the energy of chaos continued to spread. Now it covered Ziyang's shoulders but it did not stop. It was still growing slowly, and seemed to have the tendency to swallow him up in one breath.
At this time, the Chaos Qi has already got rid of the key factor of absorbing blood beads before it can grow. Now it can slowly grow on its own even without blood.
This is like a fledgling bird that cannot fly. As long as it is given enough time to hone its wings, one day it will be able to spread its wings and soar in the blue sky.
When the chaotic energy covered Zi Yang's head, he was like a drowning child, with his arms raised high, struggling and dancing, unwilling to give up.
After an unknown amount of time, when he stopped struggling feebly and was about to resign himself to his fate, a faint ray of firelight shone through the chaos on his face.
This sudden light was like a straw, giving Ziyang a brief respite as his will was about to dissipate and he fell into a deep sleep.
The light dispels the chaos, just like two kings appearing in a country at the same time. In order to compete for the throne, the two sides will inevitably fight to the death.
It is precisely because of the fight between the two that Ziyang struggles to survive. Before the end of the war, his life will not be in any danger, but once the winner is determined between the two, his fate will also change.
If light wins, he will live; if chaos wins, he will die.
Lei Hu hid in the dark, watching the confrontation between the two forces, his silver-white beast eyes slightly condensed, and murmured: "Is it God's will?! This fool should have fallen into chaos forever, but now he has escaped from death with the help of a noble man. "
"This kind of luck is like finding a needle in a haystack. It's a rare occurrence in a hundred years. He has solved the situation of certain death." Lei Hu said with concern: "It's just that this way, my true dragon in the northern continent will be cuffed." The shackles are gone, but it is still unclear whether this is a blessing or a curse."
Wu Zhengzhen
At Wu Yuanxiao's home, Feng Lan sat by the bed and held Zi Yang's extremely cold hands, but they were no longer stiff and cold. He looked at the unconscious Zi Yang with a smile.
Hua Yao is holding a cloth bag in her hand at this moment, putting all the bottles and cans in the medicine kitchen into the cloth bag. The slight collision between the bottles and cans makes a ping-ping-pong-pong sound.
Feng Lan looked at her who had been busy for a long time, smiled and joked: "Why did you pack all the medicine bottles? You don't want to run away from home, do you?"
Hua Yao wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, looked at Feng Lan, and said vaguely: "What you said is not entirely correct."
"What?!" Feng Lan looked panicked and asked hurriedly: "Where are you going? What will happen to Ziyang if you leave? His injury has just improved, are you going to leave?"
Without waiting for Huayao to answer, Wu Yuanxiao opened the door, holding a big bundle in his hand, and warned: "It's cold in the mountains, and I don't know how to make clothes for you, so I have to go out and buy you some clothes to keep you warm. "
After saying that, he put down the baggage, turned around and walked upstairs.
Hua Yao bit her lip lightly and stared blankly at the baggage in front of the door. After a long time, she smiled with difficulty.
Feng Lan lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then said with difficulty, "You did this for Zi Yang, right?"
"Actually, that's not entirely true. Although the conditions in the mountains are more difficult, at least no one will disturb him. Being away from the hustle and bustle of the town is also good for him to recuperate."
"Besides, I also want to experience life in the mountains." Hua Yao finished speaking with a longing look on her face, and continued to pack the medicine bottles on the medicine kitchen.
Feng Lan stretched out her palm to gently touch the cracks on Ziyang's face, and sighed, "It was obviously the thunder roaring all day long that caused uneasiness among the villagers in the town, which made her have to leave the town."
Feng Lan sorted out her emotions and bowed deeply to her respectfully. After that, she walked to the door, picked up her bag and walked out of the town, returning to the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain overnight.
Jia Juesheng's mouth was chapped and he lay on the bed with a weak look on his face. He held his arm tightly with both hands and said excitedly: "You are back. If you come back a few days later, I will starve to death in this mountain." ”
Feng Lan put down the bag, took out the steamed bun from her arms and waved it in front of his eyes. The latter swallowed and hurriedly reached out to grab it, but he easily dodged it.
"I'm about to starve to death. Please give me the steamed buns quickly."
"Promise me one thing, you can eat as much of this steamed bun as you want." Feng Lan sat on the chair, took out a pack of steamed buns from somewhere, and placed it on the table.
Jia Juesheng didn't even think about it, and said directly: "Don't say one thing. If you make me full, I can promise you ten things."
After hearing this, Feng Lan threw the steamed bun in his hand towards him. Jia Juesheng took the steamed bun and wolfed it down before remembering that he had overlooked something important.
He slowly turned his gaze to Feng Lan and whispered: "Have you opened the basin?"
"I don't know what the watershed you are talking about is. I only know that there are two closed doors there, and a lot of things can be stored in them." Feng Lan said with a smile.
Jia Juesheng's pupils were slightly dilated and he stared at him for a long time.
"Are you full? When you are full, follow me into the mountains to cut down trees." Feng Lan urged.
"Chopping down trees? Are you going to the mountains to chop down trees this late at night?" Jia Juesheng grinned with displeasure on his face. He suddenly felt that he had heard wrong and asked again.
Feng Lan nodded and said matter-of-factly: "Yes, I will go to the bamboo forest in the mountains to cut some bamboo and come back and build you a bamboo house. What do you think?"
When he heard that he was building a bamboo house for himself, Jia Juesheng nodded happily and said while getting dressed: "Okay, okay, I'll go with you. Let's leave now."
Desert west of Wu Zheng Town
Luo Yuan was walking in the desert with a mahogany sword on his back. The baggage knot that originally wrapped the food and tied it to his chest had long since disappeared.
After traveling for several days, Luo Yuan did not see a carriage passing by in the desert, not even a rut mark, which made him feel a little uneasy.
You know, when he first set foot in the desert, although he had never seen a carriage, the ruts on the sand were crisscrossed and unbroken.
Now, there is only a row of camel hoof prints on the sandy land underfoot, and it is more than half covered by sand, which shows that few people have walked on the road in front of them.
Luo Yuan sighed, took off the water bag hanging from his waist, took a sip, and said: "Fortunately, there was snow a few days ago, otherwise I would not even be able to drink water now."
"You are so clever." Another voice sounded in the desert.
Luo Yuan said casually while tying the water bag, "It's not your fault."
Snap!
Luo Yuan stopped his movements, slowly raised his head, and dropped the water bag in his hand to the ground.
"That's not right! You...are you?" Luo Yuan looked at the tall man in front of him, with long hair scattered on his shoulders and dressed in clean white clothes. He was stunned for a long time and felt that he looked familiar.
"What? I don't even recognize your father." The man in white turned around with a smile.
When Luo Yuan saw the man's handsome face, he rubbed his eyes specifically to confirm that he had not seen it wrong, and the anger in his heart immediately dissipated.
He said with a smile on his face: "Uncle Yi! Why are you here?"
The man in white flashed and hit him on the head with a violent force. He pretended to be angry and said: "I am your father! Not your uncle!"
If this sentence had come from someone else's mouth, Luo Yuan would have been furious at this moment, but he couldn't get angry with the person in front of him, so he could only rub his head and giggle.
"Uncle Yi, you still like to tease people just like you did back then."
The man in white held his long hair at his temples, looked at Luo Yuan carefully, and said, "You have grown up. However, your love for swords has not changed at all."
As the two of them walked on the sand, Luo Yuan couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Yi, why do you have time to come here?"
The man in white said angrily: "Don't mention it. If I don't come, your life will probably be buried in this desert."
Luo Yuan looked at him with confusion.
The man in white pointed to the camel hoof prints under his feet, slowly raised his arm, pointed directly at the vast desert in front of him, and said: "If you go down this road, you will only die of thirst in the desert."
"Because the end of this road is the Western Continent. Do you think you have a chance to reach the Western Continent with a water bag?"
Luo Yuan shook his head slowly, and then suddenly said: "Is it because the heavy snow in the past few days affected my judgment?"
"Stop talking about this, let's go! I'll take you to meet someone." The man in white was too lazy to explain to him, and directly stated the purpose of his trip.
Before the man could take action, Luo Yuan immediately took two steps back and asked first, "Who is Uncle Yi taking me to see?"
"Hey? You kid, your uncle, will I harm you?" the man in white said with a confused look on his face.
Luo Yuan hurriedly shook his head and explained: "No, no, Uncle Yi will not harm me. But when you first came here, didn't you want to walk around and enjoy the surrounding scenery?"
The man in white said rudely: "What a shame! What's there to appreciate in this vast yellow sand? Let's go, I'll take you to see a master of swordsmanship. I guarantee that you will change your past and take the right path."
"Ah? Uncle Yi, I didn't do anything wrong."
The man in white said as he walked: "It's wrong, it's wrong, it's a change of heart, it's not right, it's about abandoning the darkness and turning to the light? It's even more wrong, it's..."
The man stood in front of Luo Yuan, looking up and thinking for a long time, but he still couldn't tell the reason.
Luo Yuan felt helpless and said, "Let's learn from each other's strengths."
The man in white clapped his hands and nodded: "Yes, yes, that's the truth. You just need to follow that man and learn from it."
The man in white put his white palm on Luo Yuan's shoulder and continued: "As for whether they will accept you as their disciple, I can't control that."
"That man has a weird personality and is not easy to deal with."
Luo Yuan rolled his eyes, "There are people in this world who are more difficult to deal with than you. People say he is suave and handsome, but my uncle only accounts for half of that."
Snapped!
The man in white raised his hand and slapped Luo Yuan on the head, and said seriously: "You kid, how dare you scold me in your heart? Do you think I don't know about your uncle?"
Luo Yuan held his head in his hands, looking at the man's pretended to be cold face, wanting to laugh but not daring to.
"Hey? You kid, you've become really capable after not seeing me for a few years. I'm not even afraid of your old uncle anymore? It's time to teach you a lesson." The man in white rolled up his sleeves.
Luo Yuan held the man's wrist tightly with both hands and begged for mercy: "Uncle Yi, with my body, if you punch me, my life will be gone."
The man in white laughed and said, "Are you afraid?"
Luo Yuan nodded repeatedly.
"As long as you know you're wrong, let's go!"
After a gust of wind and sand, the two disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace.
