Gong Mengbi and Yashagui took Brother Menghua and fled all the way to Zhenshan. In order to avoid being discovered, they finally chose to restrain their aura and walk on the ground like Brother Menghua did.
It's not that he doesn't want to fly, it's that he can't fly, even Gong Mengbi can't fly with the wind.
Although walking on foot is slow, it is hidden and has Gong Mengbi to dispel the aura, which makes it safer. However, walking on foot will take longer, and Menghua's injuries also require emergency treatment.
Gong Mengbi found a mountain col with leeward wind and placed Menghua here.
Wen Mengchun hurriedly came up to give him medicine, and gave him several health-building pills, Qi-nourishing pills, and spirit-nourishing pills.
He swallowed them one by one without changing his face. Apart from the muscles on his face twitching a few times, there was no other reaction. But at the end, he couldn't help but persuaded: "Junior brother, if it doesn't work, just use sugar coating next time." , it’s still a bit bitter.”
Wen Mengchun comforted him: "Good medicine is bitter in taste. My master has praised the efficacy of my medicine. It doesn't matter if it tastes bad."
The corners of Menghua's eyes twitched. He couldn't say anything more, so he concentrated on regulating his breathing and tending to his injuries to avoid damage to his foundation.
After Menghua entered samadhi, it was difficult for him to be disturbed by external forces. Wen Mengchun breathed a sigh of relief and said bitterly: "It's because of my low ability that my senior brother was injured like this."
Wen Mengchun was not of low moral character, but his fighting skills were weak.
I haven’t seen him in the past few days. Menghua’s eighth grade has entered the seventh grade, and Wen Mengchun’s ninth grade has entered the eighth grade. He is an eighth-level Taoist, but judging from his appearance, he may not be able to defeat the Yaksha ghost.
Gong Mengbi comforted him: "Everything requires specialization. Fellow Daoist Wen is an expert in alchemy. This is already very difficult."
Wen Mengchun pulled his hair and said, "There is really not enough time. I have been practicing Taoism for three years. In addition to refining qi, I also refine elixirs. I really don't have time to practice magic."
Gong Mengbi was still shocked. Eighth grade in three years was an extremely incredible speed.
Although Gong Mengbi seems to have jumped to the eighth grade in one year, he has been on the outside for the past ten years and only entered the eighth grade this year. There was also a wishing tree that gathered mana for him, and a sky-reaching method that helped him understand the magic. This was how he achieved his current abilities.
As for Wen Mengchun, he was able to reach the eighth level in three years just by relying on his talent. This is an extremely astonishing talent.
Gong Mengbi said: "When you practice for a longer time, you will naturally get it."
Gong Mengbi's tricks were all learned during the long period of exile. These accumulations gave him a lot of experience, but the reason for this accumulation is because he has not made any progress in Taoism and can only make up for it by studying other things.
Wen Mengchun was comforted by him. He looked at Gong Mengbi and asked, "Why did my master appear in the Little Holy Temple?"
Gong Mengbi looked at the Yaksha ghost and said, "Brother Xiang, it's up to you to speak."
Wen Mengchun looked at Yaksha Ghost again, and Yaksha Ghost scratched his head and said, "It's a long story."
He narrated how he discovered the changes in the little holy statue, how he invited Gong Mengbi to come, how he received the guidance of Master Huolong, and finally how he was taken under his disciple by Master Huolong.
Wen Mengchun knew that Master Huolong was seriously injured, so he was full of worry. When he heard that Yaksha Ghost was admitted to his sect, he became happy again: "Doesn't that mean you are my junior brother?"
To a senior who was young but had started early, Xiang Qian called him senior in a very principled manner.
Wen Mengchun laughed: "When senior brother wakes up, I must tell him the good news."
Wen Mengchun dug into his sleeve and sighed: "There's nothing good left. I've used almost all the available elixirs along the way. Junior Brother Xiang, I'll open a batch for you next time."
Xiang Qian shook his head: "It doesn't matter, I don't care about it either."
Wen Mengchun said: "Yes. My master and senior brother both gave me gifts when I started. I will make up for yours too."
Wen Mengchun has a baby-faced face and a sincere heart.
Gong Mengbi knew that he was very talented, but to be able to reach the eighth rank in three years was not only because of his good talent, but also because of his good character.
From this point of view, Xiang Qian is very similar to Wen Mengchun to a certain extent.
When Menghua woke up, Wen Mengchun recounted what Xiang Qian had said. Menghua looked at Yaksha Ghost and said, "I have seen Junior Brother Xiang several times in private. Junior Brother has a simple nature. No wonder Master is willing to accept you." .”
Xiang Qian felt a little stupid when he heard the compliment.
Meng Hua asked again: "Master asked us to go to Zhenshan to seek refuge with Mr. Yuan Ming, but didn't he tell us to go see him?"
Xiang Qian shook his head and said, "Master just asked me and Brother Gong to help you go to Zhenshan."
Meng Hua looked worried, but decided to follow Taoist Huo Long's decision: "Okay, let's go, but I'm afraid it will be a drag. Meng Chun, give the Azure Dragon Creation Pill to Junior Brother Xiang."
Wen Mengchun's eyes lit up and he took out a jade box and handed it to Xiang Qian.
Meng Hua said: "The Qinglong Good Fortune Pill was originally a magical pill that my master was entrusted by Master Ye to refine for the emperor with Mr. Yuan Ming in Yujing, Zhenshan. It could help him avoid illness and disaster, and live a long life. However, Before the elixir was completed, the emperor died first and kept it here with Meng Chun. Now that the master is in great danger, this elixir has been created and may help him refine his form."
Xiang Qian carefully put it away and said, "I will definitely deliver it to Master."
Meng Hua said: "One drink and one peck, could it be a predetermined decision? Junior brother, the master will leave it to you."
Xiang Qian felt the heavy responsibility, but his back straightened even more.
Meng Hua took out another thumb-sized magic iron from his sleeve and handed it to Xiang Qian, saying, "Senior brother, you know nothing but a flying sword. You only have a piece of Tianchen gold left over from sword practice. You can use this to make sacrifices." Your steel fork gives it aura."
Xiang Qian took the divine iron and hid it carefully.
Menghua rested for a night and recovered four to five points with the help of Wen Mengchun's bitter medicine.
The group did not wait any longer, but continued to move forward.
In the cold winter months, the flesh is peeled off and the bones are scraped.
Several people hid their appearance and energy, covered themselves with mirage energy beads, and headed towards Zhenshan.
Strangely enough, the enemy who was chasing them gave up or looked in the wrong direction, so they never found them again.
Even Meng Hua practiced while walking and gradually recovered completely.
Wen Mengchun felt happy and said: "This way we can reach Zhenshan smoothly and find Mr. Yuan Ming. It will be safe."
But Gong Mengbi and Menghua did not feel such joy. Instead, their expressions became more solemn. When they arrived not far from the Zhenshan Mountain, when they looked up, they could see the continuous mountains with dense pines and bamboos like blue clouds.
"We can't go any further," Gong Mengbi said, "If we go any further, we may have to fall into a trap."
Wen Mengchun was puzzled: "We have already arrived at Zhenshan, how dare he still act so recklessly here?"
Gong Mengbi said: "Mr. Yuan Ming's family is not the only one in Zhenshan, and Mr. Yuan Ming doesn't know we are coming. If we are ambushed, I'm afraid that if we step in, we will suffer disaster."
Meng Hua said: "Brother Gong is right. He chased us from the imperial capital to Shanyin. He didn't follow us all the way, let alone follow us or give up now."
Gong Mengbi nodded and said: "Since it's not behind, it's in front. Brother Meng, it's time for us to sum up."
The four people stopped in the woods less than five miles outside Zhenshan.
But soon, three people set off again and escaped into Zhenshan.
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Okay, I’m exhausted. Good night everyone, chirpy~
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