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There is gurgling water flowing in my ears, the sweet fragrance of yarrow is flowing in my nose, and the familiar tenderness is felt in the palm of my left hand. Although the pain from the injury did not subside, there was no pain at all on the young man's face.
This situation of joy in suffering did not last long. The wolves under the high rock felt powerless. After soaking in the water for about a stick of incense, they couldn't bear it and left. After Quan Dang took a bath, he twisted the fur on his body and shook off the water droplets on his body. Then he called out a few times to the little nightingale parked on the edge of the high rock, and then replied angrily. Go into the deep woods.
And the little nightingale seemed to understand human nature. When she saw the sleeping couple, her cries that had always been unstoppable suddenly fell silent for a while. It wasn't until the first ray of sunshine from the sky fell on the Xianbei witch who called her to come that she regained her natural instincts and started dancing around Murong Yan again, singing and chirping.
When she was young, Murong Yan opened her long eyes and saw her lovely forest friend walking back and forth in front of her. Her sleeping head suddenly recalled the thrilling events last night, and she buried her face deeply in Bai Feng's arms.
"Although there is a smell of blood hitting my face, I always feel extremely peaceful inside." Murong Yan sighed inwardly: "Brother Feng, you saved me again... I always have a premonition that things like this will only get worse... …" When she was performing a "blood matchmaking" ceremony in Jiangzhou, she had been warned by her mother Murong Yan in a dream, and even saw a future that she should not have known. Could it be that such a small happiness will not escape the hand of fate? ? After thinking about this, she became more and more sentimental and couldn't leave the arms of the injured boy. She even couldn't help sobbing when she smelled the blood from Bai Feng's body.
Such abnormality accidentally woke up the young man. Bai Feng wanted to subconsciously raise his right hand to touch the opponent, but unexpectedly, when he was unconscious, his right hand had been holding the Dragon Cry Sword tightly. Now his slow body was a little unruly, maybe this body did not allow "Long Ming" to be used again. Lost it? So he put on his other injured hand, gently stroked the other person's hair, and asked: "Yan'er... what's wrong with you?"
"Uh!" Murong Yan was so embarrassed that she immediately sat up, wiped her tears with her hands, covered up her blush, and replied: "No...it's okay! The evil wolves are gone, let's go back quickly, right?"
Bai Feng frowned in confusion and nodded in response. Then he used the Longming Sword to prop up his tired and injured body, "My hand still hurts..."
"Well! Let's go back to Qingliang Temple as soon as possible. There must be pain-relieving herbs there!" Murong Yan said with a bright smile, as if she had forgotten the sadness she just felt in an instant.
Bai Feng saw the other party's smile as bright as ever, and most of the doubts between his brows disappeared instantly. Immediately, she asked Murong Yan for the dark purple scabbard. When he put the Longming Sword back into its scabbard, he accidentally saw the damaged appearance of the "Longming" clearly. He suddenly had doubts in his heart and said to himself: "Master Xuanqing actually said that this sword had been thrown off the cliff? Why did I... When you drew the sword once, couldn't you tell that the sword had suffered such serious trauma?"
"Brother Feng?" Murong Yan asked puzzledly: "Do you mean that the old monk is lying to you? No, I must ask him to reason with me!" After that, she took the lead to walk down Gaoyan, and then reached out her hand to support Bai Feng and left. Go down, wade across the river, return to land, and return to Qingliang Temple.
Following the last guidance from their friend in the forest, the two walked back to the main road from the chaotic stream below the pagoda. Murong Yan reluctantly said goodbye to the little nightingale. To an ordinary person like Bai Feng, this was still a very incredible scene. Although it was not the first time that he had seen something like this, it was also because of such a wonderful girl that he could Come to this point today. Unknowingly, their lives are closely intertwined. The legend about fate gradually came true for them. Whether they were willing to admit or accept it or not, the wheel of fate had begun to roll forward.
In other words, this trip up the mountain was not much different from the first time. But when the two of them passed by the familiar pavilion, they unexpectedly met Yang Deqing, the Orion from Yanzi Town. I saw Yang Deqing carrying a tall basket on his back and a jujube hunting bow hanging on his shoulder. He was sitting in the pavilion to rest, and the bandages on his feet were removed.
Bai Feng and Murong Yan naturally came forward to talk and greet them.
"Brother Yang, why did you come up the mountain this time?" Bai Feng stepped forward and bowed.
Yang Deqing replied: "My father said that my mother believed in Buddha when she was alive and often came to Qingliang Temple to seek Buddhist scriptures. So after my mother passed away, my father would exchange half of the prey for food and vegetables every month. Give it to the monks on the mountain, saying it can "accumulate virtue and promote good deeds"? Now that my father is old, it will be my son who does this job!"
"Oh! No wonder Master Yang Ji would use you as a witness!" Bai Feng said suddenly.
Yang Deqing was fiddling with his wet and curled hair and asked, "Why, aren't you two on the mountain? What's wrong with Mr. Bai's left hand?"
Murong Yan said angrily: "Brother Feng let the evil wolf bite him! It's all my fault that old monk Xuanqing tricked us into going down the mountain!"
"Evil wolf? Where is it? Next time, let me hunt it down to calm Miss Murong's anger!" Yang Deqing yelled, taking the bow and pulling the string. "My archery was taught by my father. It’s one of the best within a hundred miles!”
"Hehehe." Bai Feng looked at Murong Yan and smiled helplessly: "By the way, I wonder how Brother Zhao and the others down the mountain are doing?"
"You mean Young Master Zhao?" Yang Deqing said: "Young Master Zhao and the others offended the gangsters here, and also provoked someone called '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 confused, "Why is Young Master Su here too?"
Yang Deqing twirled his curly hair, looking like he was thinking seriously, and said: "In my opinion, this person is not a good person. When he met Miss Zhao, he kept looking at Miss Zhao with a leering look, and even said He purposely moved to the same inn with Miss Zhao and the others. You know, there are only two inns in this small place, and he happened to live in the room next to Miss Zhao. Isn’t it obvious that he was planning something evil!"
The three of them chatted for a while, and Bai Feng and Murong Yan learned about the common affairs at the foot of the mountain. For the two of them who had just gotten used to a quiet life, this kind of thing was too disturbing. They were still on the mountain and had to pray that nothing would happen to their friends. In order to meet their friends at the bottom of the mountain as soon as possible and not delay everyone's schedule, they had no choice but to go up the mountain as quickly as possible to complete their respective tasks.
At noon, the three of them arrived at Qingliang Temple. They first delivered the food to the monks, and then moved to the pagoda on the back mountain to visit Master Xuanqing together.
