"We're at the bottom of the mountain now. Follow me up the mountain." Jiang Su twisted his stiff neck, moved his arms and legs, and then tilted his head back.
She wanted to take Fang Zhe up the mountain and into Shifang Gate.
"Fang Zhe is different from Chen Zeshen. He has a definite disease that needs my treatment, but I am not capable of treating Chen Zeshen's intermittent convulsions and tantrums." The girl had already made up her mind.
A few days ago, she had asked her father, Jiang Shuiliu, about the diagnosis and treatment of spiritual consciousness, but now it was time to put it into practice.
"I have some methods that can heal your sea of consciousness. The effect may be minimal at the moment, but it is useful."
Jiang Su quietly waited for the man in red robe's answer.
There is a large mountain-protecting formation at the foot of the mountain. Cold wind blows through the formation from time to time. In summer, the greenery is so thick that it should not be a spring mountain.
"Well, okay." Fang Zhe responded quickly, catching the wind in the ears of the girl who was running away.
The answer was not unexpected. The girl raised her eyebrows slightly, took off her belt badge and handed it to Fang Zhe.
He murmured in his heart: "He came to me on his own, how could he reject me."
Strangers who enter the Immortal Sect, unless they are formally invited guests, will be crushed to pieces by the mountain guarding formation the moment they enter the mountain.
Jiang Su had seen that the last minced meat given to Shanjiao Dahuang was an evil cultivator who wanted to sneak in.
"Rhubarb! Rhubarb!" Thinking of this, Jiang Su suddenly missed the black-haired spirit dog.
There was a sound of "snoring" in the grass behind him. After the murmur, a black spirit dog about half the height of a man walked out slowly, its long tongue dragging on the ground, and bits and pieces of saliva dripped into the soil. His eyes were red, his fangs covered his chin, and he was extremely vicious.
Half a person's height refers to Dong Yiyi, half the height of Tong An and others, and when it comes to Jiang Su's place, it is fully above the chest.
"You're here, Dahuang." Jiang Su stepped forward to greet it, took out a large bag of meat from the storage bag, and squatted next to the spirit dog holding the bag.
"This is what the mortals in Zhongdu eat. It tastes good. I just took some for you to try."
The black dog known as Rhubarb lowered his head and sniffed. His moist nose was touched by the dried meat. His long tongue rolled up from the dust, and he chewed and swallowed it whole with his red tongue and dried meat between his teeth.
After a while, the long tongue bleeding from the broken wound fell to the ground. It took out a pill from the girl in time and threw it into the black dog's mouth.
"Why do you still eat like this? It makes me want to taste the taste of my own tongue. I have never..." At the mention of this, the girl was suddenly startled.
She has eaten.
A month ago, in Shiweitian, the day she and Fang Zhe met for the first time, she was eating her tongue-curling duck.
Fang Zhe was not stupid at this moment. When he saw the girl looking at him, he spoke out his confusion: "It's black. Is it rhubarb?"
This spirit dog has black fur, why is it called Rhubarb?
Jiang Su suddenly became irritated when he heard this: "Do you want to take care of it? It can't choose the color of its fur, so I'll call it Dahuang!"
The girl patted the black dog's head, which was lowering its head to eat. The black dog was not angry, but stopped and whimpered.
"Yeah. Got it, I'm going back."
Jiang Su stood up as if he understood, responded lazily and headed towards the mountain road again.
"Come here, Fang Zhe. This is your first time going up the mountain. You must take the mountain road and knock on the mountain gate, otherwise you won't be able to get in even if you take my badge. When knocking on the mountain gate, you must be honest and sincere, otherwise the magical artifacts left by our ancestors will I'll throw you right out."
"Oh, by the way, it's no use if you have a high level of cultivation. We are the largest sect in the Southern Territory, and we have ancestors who have the same level of cultivation as you or higher than you. We have produced a lot of them before, and the magical weapons left behind are all kinds of. "
"You'd better be good, or you'll be hanged and I'll throw you down to feed the rhubarb."
The mountain road is steep, and there is a clear sound of spring water colliding with moss and brittle rocks all around. The spring water flows down from the top of the mountain, forming small waterfalls several times for spiritual practice.
Water splashes on the petals of white wildflowers.
The girl's voice echoed in the empty forest, the lark chirped in response, and the summer cicada was chattering happily in autumn.
Fang Zhe fell silent at the right time and walked behind the girl, his empty pupils stained with a touch of dark green.
It's the color of the forest, it's the plain color.
Jiang Su doesn't talk that much. Ever since the original awakened in the sea of consciousness, he has become even more taciturn, and he can't say a few nice words.
She would subconsciously turn her words into sharp blades to cut off the fifteen-year friendship with her classmates, but...she couldn't bear to cut off the little senior sister whose roots were spread all over her chest.
The two of them walked up the mountain without saying anything else.
In front of the mountain gate.
The mountain gate of Shifangmen is located on the mountainside, a gentle place in the dense forest.
"This is it."
The mountain gate is located on the mountain road and has a simple shape. It is a small wooden gate made of two hundred-year-old trees that the founder of the sect casually chopped down.
"Come here, knock three times." Jiang Su turned to the side and looked at Fang Zhe boredly.
"Oh, by the way, don't be too vigorous. If it breaks, you'll have to pay for it." The girl added.
Fang Zhe's feet were steady and he stood outside the mountain gate. Hearing Jiang Su's words to control his hand strength, he who was not nervous at first suddenly didn't know where to start.
He knew in his heart that he was very powerful.
"Dong——" The voice was clear.
"Creak-" The wooden door shook slightly, but there was no abnormality.
"Dong——" The sound was thick, and it was clearly two pieces of wood, as if someone was standing behind them.
"Dong--" The knock on the door was loud and reverberated like a bell in the mountains, causing Jiang Su to quickly cover his ears and turn around.
"His sincerity..."
The sound of the door-knocking bell echoed for half a stick of incense. It seemed to be announcing every formation in the mountains and plains that this person could enter the mountains without stopping him.
When Jiang Su noticed that the branches on the tree were no longer trembling violently, she put down her hands that blocked her ears and kneaded to unlock her blocked hearing.
She walked quickly to Fang Zhe and patted his arm, "Okay, let's go."
He is really sincere... He doesn't look like a perverted boss who would massacre his whole family.
Jiang Su took the lead to push open the thin wooden door, led Fang back into the mountain, then turned around and warned: "Close the door."
Fang Zhe didn't react in his expression, but he turned around and pushed the two wooden doors together obediently, and then followed the girl's pace again.
The final road up the mountain was even steeper, and the stone steps were less than half the length of the girl's feet. However, the monk's body skills at this time showed that Jiang Su's body skills were very good. Going up the mountain was like walking on flat ground, not to mention that his body skills were superb. square fold.
Two figures, one green and one red, shuttled between the trees, listening to the fallen leaves in the forest blowing around them.
After a stick of incense.
What caught their eyes was the Shifangmen, the largest sect in the Southern Region, with seven peaks, fifteen halls, three pavilions and one hall.
Seven peaks are staggered, with fifteen main halls on them like palaces in the sky hidden in the mist and clouds, with libraries and military pavilions looming.
The girl has not returned to the clan through the mountain gate for several years, and this magnificent scene has not been seen for a long time.
She took a deep breath and exhaled evenly, with a slight smile on her lips.
Jiang Su reached behind his waist, gripped the ancient rusty hatchet with his five fingers and fiercely pulled it out and pressed it against Fang Zhe's abdomen.
"Carry me on your back and control my sword,"
"I'll tell you where to fly."
She remembered that Fang Zhe's Cold-Destroying Broken Sword could not be resisted and would break into pieces if stepped on.
