(The sound of rain enters your dream, washing away all your worries)
Let’s put aside the grievances about the mountain-moving demon flag for now, and let’s talk about the whereabouts of Lan Feng and the others. After saying goodbye to Mo Yunmu Zhizhi and the others that day, the three people landed in the hills north of Shiwanda Mountain, planning to find the successor of the Wind Demon Banner.
Looking at these hills from a distance, although they are not as majestic and towering as the Hundred Thousand Mountains, they are scattered in heights, naturally forming a half-hidden, half-hidden, half-hidden beauty.
This place is isolated from the world due to the dangers of the Shu Road and is densely covered with strange rocks and strange trees. The mountain roads gradually disappear in the mountains leading to unknown destinations, and the roars of macaques can be heard, wandering in the valleys in the mountains.
But Lanfeng and the others still smelled the scent of the gods in this alien place. Wherever there is a spiritual mountain, there must be a place under the control of the mountain god. They practice here, collect the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to increase their Taoism, and also dedicate the remaining spiritual energy as offerings to the priests in charge of them. Over the past tens of millions of years, the gods have seemed to be no longer satisfied with the power that faith has brought them. The doll between their hands will one day be abandoned, but now, it seems that nothing can replace faith.
In order not to cause too much trouble, Lanfeng and the other three lost their flying skills and switched to walking quickly since they entered the forest. It's not a bad idea to spend some time in the forest while enjoying the fireworks in this world.
Lan Feng and Hai Yesheng chatted a lot about the past of the Huntian lineage along the way. Ruoxue, on the other hand, seemed to be in a much better mood since entering the mountains and forests, and her normally carefree temperament suddenly became quieter.
Lanfeng looked at Ruoxue from time to time. He still didn't understand why his flower sachet protected Ruoxue that day. He clutched his heart, the fragrance of the forget-me-not flowers in the sachet was still there, and all that was left was the secret order arrow from the Great Sage. However, after receiving the order that day, there was no news about the arrow.
"Young Master," Hai Yesheng said, "when you look at the mountains and forests, do they look like the forests beside the Tongtian River back then?"
These words disturbed Lanfeng's thoughts. He looked around the forest and smiled: "It's somewhat similar. At that time, I was young and ignorant and was tricked by Master Rabbit. Fortunately, Brother Hai came in time."
Hai Yesheng said: "Actually, when the two seniors Qingluan Huofeng appeared in the world, we were aware of it in Minghai. However, when Xinzi came to report that the Sanqing God Clan was taking action, we did not dare to make any mistakes.
Later, the young master came to the world with the phoenix soul, so I immediately sent spies to guard him in secret. The rabbit in the forest was not just a monster from somewhere. I came to help when I saw something was wrong. Now that I think about it carefully, even if I didn't take action at that time, Senior Feng Yi would not sit idly by and ignore it. "
Speaking of Feng Yi, Lan Feng's heart tightened again. Since Feng Yi and the Meishan brothers left, there has been no news except for the message they received in front of Mount Wutai.
The old friend Feng Yi mentioned must be from the God Clan, and Lan Feng was worried that something would happen to Feng Yi. But now I have to find the successor of the Wind Demon Flag. Although I am anxious, I am unable to do anything.
Hai Yesheng saw that Lan Feng was restless and knew that he was thinking about Feng Yi, so he said: "Young master, don't worry. Although senior Feng Yi no longer has the body of the God of War, since he said he was going to his old friend, I believe that no matter what, That old friend will also give him some sympathy. Besides, Zuboti's wisteria gourd is still in his hand. If he really loses his hand, it won't be difficult to leave."
Just as he was talking, the mist rose in the mountains and it started to rain. The winter rain was biting in the forest. Apart from the sparse howls of the macaques, the sound of rain became the only sound here.
Ruoxue stood in a gap in the forest enjoying the falling winter rain. There was no mortal around. She also stretched her muscles and bones to reveal a snow bat half-demon form. Her pair of snow bat wings opened and closed, flowing with the breath of the forest.
Seeing that she was in a good mood, Lan Feng asked, "Why are you interested in spreading your bat wings today?"
Ruoxue said: "Ever since I left my mother, I have grown up in a mountain like this. Several of my friends hide in their nests and refuse to come out when winter comes. I am the only one who is not afraid of the cold winter. I would find some food to bring back from the forest. Now that I am in a mountain like this, I can’t help but think of them.”
Lan Feng asked: "Where are they now?"
Ruoxue brushed off the rain and dew on her temples and fluttered her bat wings and said: "Dead... At that time, just after the westward journey, monster hunters were prevalent in the world. And I don't know who spread the news that eating the flesh and blood of monsters can strengthen the body and bones. , the scattered monsters became the targets of everyone's hunting, and the powerful people in the world even threw out considerable bounties to reward the monsters.
Later, we were besieged by those demon hunters, and several of my friends were killed on the spot, but I was imprisoned because of the snow-white skin I gave birth to. "
"Didn't you resist?" Hai Yesheng asked.
"Resist?" Ruoxue smiled bitterly, "We are all children who grew up in the mountains and fields. How could we know that the world is dangerous. Even though there is a way to live forever, no one teaches the art of fending off enemies.
Later, I bit off someone's finger while he was feeding me and escaped. In a rage, I knocked over the brazier and burned their tent to the ground. I thought I had regained my freedom, but I didn't expect that when I stopped at Wanshou Mountain, I was caught by the Qingfeng Taoist boy and became his plaything..."
Lan Feng and Hai Yesheng were stunned when they heard this. They didn't expect that Ruoxue, who had always been proud, had such a sad past.
"Is that why you hate the Red Bat King?" Lan Feng said.
Upon hearing this, Ruoxue took out Mrs. Diyong's short brocade blade and said, "If it hadn't been for him, my mother would not have died, and I would not have become an orphan like a god! Even if he had a great reason, he You shouldn’t abandon your woman!”
Lan Feng said: "Did you know that the gods of the West were besieging Shituo City at that time, and your father couldn't leave at all. I heard him say that when he retreated, he went to the bottomless pit to look for Mrs. Diyong, but it was already too late."
"I don't care!" Ruoxue said angrily, "I don't understand the overall situation. I only know that as a husband and father, I have to stand in front of my wife and children even if I die!"
Lan Feng and Hai Yesheng were speechless for a moment. It seemed that the conflict between Ruoxue and Red Bat King was not something he could reconcile with a few words. Ruoxue seemed to realize that she had vented her temper on the wrong person, so she kicked off her feet and flew into the forest without a trace.
Hai Yesheng smiled bitterly and said: "Young Master, a woman's heart is more difficult to guess than the fate in the world."
Lanfeng shook his head helplessly. Seeing that it was getting late and the rain kept falling, he started to use his body skills to gather the branches and leaves on the side above his head to form a shed. He summoned the demonic fire with one fingertip and lit the broken branches lying around.
At this moment, a burst of flame suddenly burst out from Lanfeng's shoulder, and Yinghuo Shuoshuo transformed into a three-inch-long, one-eyed child.
Lan Feng was stunned and said with a smile: "How did you become like this?"
Yinghuo yawned and said, "I've been in there for a long time and come out for some air. But I don't like this winter rain and I don't want to step on it. Anyway, there's no one around here, so just carry me on your back..."
Lan Feng and Hai Yesheng looked at each other in amazement. When did this majestic demon star from the sky turn into such a rogue. I have really stayed in this world for a long time, and my mood has changed.
"Whizzing!"
While the two were chatting and laughing, a few crackling sounds came from the forest. Hai Yesheng raised the corner of his eye, and the two hooks of the ink stick in his hand appeared and shot down the flying object to the ground.
Lan Feng took a closer look and saw a few stream fish.
Hai Yesheng looked at Lanfeng, who nodded at him. Hai Yesheng understood and put away the double hooks of the ink stick, and then saw Ruoxue walking from the forest in the light of the fire. At this time, she changed into a human form again.
"I'm hungry, let's get some fish to grill..." Ruoxue sat across from Lanfeng and the other two, holding her chin in her hands, still staring blankly at the firelight with no expression on her face.
Lan Feng and Hai Yesheng understood each other tacitly. They stood up and picked up the stream fish and stuck them on the branches to roast. The three of them sat around under the firelight, and the scene gradually became warm against the drizzle of winter night outside the shed.
Lan Feng saw that the fish meat was turning white, so he picked up one and handed it to Ruoxue: "There is no seasoning, just eat it for now. I will give you a taste of my craftsmanship when I get to a populated place."
Ruoxue took the grilled fish and put it to her mouth to bite. The fish in the mountain stream was already alive, and the cold water in winter had frozen the skin and flesh even more tightly. After being grilled by the demonic fire, it was extremely delicious.
"Not bad." Ruoxue murmured, "I didn't expect that you kid would do this. You have lived in this world for more than ten years in vain."
Lan Feng smiled and said nothing, and Hai Yesheng said again: "Young Master, why don't you let a few Xinzi go out to explore. These hills are full of twists and turns. Let's find him first."
Lanfeng nodded. He originally wanted to call on the mountain sparrows to find people, but he gave up the idea after seeing the rainy night. He picked off a piece of phoenix feather from his arm, pulled out the feathers on the feather, and poured it into these feathers using the "clone" of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Gong Earth Roll as a guide.
In an instant, Bai Shi and Yu Si competed to fly out and transformed into a small bird. Lanfeng muttered a few words to them and said: "Go..." The hundred or so little birds flew up through the forest and flew away in all directions.
After Xiaoque left, Lanfeng put the burned ashes on his fingertips and drew the grimace symbol he saw in the ventilation demon flag that day.
This ghost has deep-set eye sockets, a slender nose, flaring nostrils, and six long lines connecting the cheeks and mouth on both sides. The teeth in the mouth are staggered, but the upper and lower sets of canine teeth are unusually large.
"Brother Hai, do you have any clues about this grimace?" Lan Feng asked.
Hai Yesheng shook his head and said: "There are thousands of strange beasts in the mountains and seas, but I don't recognize them all. Now we can only know the secrets of them until we find the legendary Wu Yue clan."
The sound of rain at night intertwined with the sound of crackling firewood, which is a good hypnotic tune. The warmth in the firelight gradually covered Ruoxue's eyes.
The winter night was deep, Ruoxue and Hai Yesheng seemed to have fallen asleep, but Lanfeng couldn't sleep. He closed his eyes and sniffed the flower sachet. This sachet brought back his thoughts and brought him back to the time he spent with Wan Xi.
The songs on the roof, the lingering in Chunjiang Pavilion, the farewell under the ginseng fruit tree, the fragrance of flowers seemed to tell him that he was looking forward to reunion. But life and death are separated, when will we meet again?
An explosion of firewood startled him out of his thoughts. He looked at Ruoxue sleeping beside him and sighed softly. He took out the brocade-haired silver cloak from Mengzhu and gently covered Ruoxue.
