Quick Travel: Cannon fodder, she is beautiful, Lu Ziye

Wu Qinglan frowned, lowered her head and thought carefully, but still felt something was wrong.

"Senior sister is a medicine cultivator and is not good at fighting. What if I leave now and the demon comes back to trouble senior sister? This won't work, this absolutely won't work!"

"Elder brother will protect me."

Bai Nuannuan, who was eager to send Wu Qinglan back, naturally reached out to pull Fu Xianzhi who was very close to him.

He raised his chin slightly and looked at him expectantly: "Yes, senior brother?"

Fu Xianzhi's eyes drifted to her hand covering his arm for a moment, and then he said lightly "Hmm".

Wu Qinglan was persuaded instantly: "Then I think it's very appropriate!"

"Are you anxious? If you are anxious, I will take them both away now!"

Not ambiguous for a second!

Bai Nuannuan nodded halfway when Wu Qinglan disappeared in an instant.

"..."

What a good guy.

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There is a barrier between the three realms so that the tragedy of the demon clan invasion decades ago will not happen again.

He waved the jade pendant he carried over it, and the blue light from the barrier flashed past and returned to the tranquility just now.

The timid girl suddenly showed a bit of timidity on her tender and fair face, and silently hugged Wu Qinglan's right leg tightly.

The queen mother said that she should listen to this weird uncle in everything...

The girl looked at her brother who was held in her uncle's arms with some grievance.

When Wu Qinglan lowered his head in confusion and asked, the girl opened her lotus-like arms towards him and said slowly: "Hug, uncle!"

……hug!

This is not a hug? !

Wu Qinglan hurriedly picked her up with one hand, one on the left and one on the right, almost unable to see through her eyes.

The Tiandao Palace is located on the top of Wuliang Cliff, and there is a cliff below. All disciples who come to seek advice have to climb it with bare hands, which is surrounded by dangers.

Fortunately, Wuliang Immortal Master always accepts disciples as he pleases, and does not care about this superficial way of recruiting disciples.

Within a few hours, Wu Qinglan saw the peak of Wuliangya from a distance.

Sensing a slight chill, the dragons and phoenixes in his arms burrowed into his arms one after another.

The sword that Wu Qinglan was wielding steadily shook unavoidably as they struggled.

"We'll be at the master's gate in half an hour, so you two should be patient."

Afraid of scaring them both, Wu Qinglan added: "As long as you obey, my uncle will reward you with the candied haws skewers you were talking about just now."

Master Liu from Nan Pavilion is used to making this kind of sweet and greasy food!

With something to eat as bait, Long Fengzi, who was still young, was obviously in a calmer mood.

Only the boy hesitantly tugged on Wu Qinglan's sleeve, his face turned pale: "It's cold."

still cold?

Wu Qinglan stuck her head down. She had only flown a few hundred meters, so why was it still cold?

But he still followed the two of them and descended again, and even the speed of the sword became much slower.

The branches and leaves on the Wuliang Cliff are lush, and all kinds of beasts and spiritual grasses are raised and planted wantonly. Occasionally, there are roars one after another, and birds flutter over the treetops.

Just when Wu Qinglan was hesitating whether to block the hearing of the two little ones, the girl suddenly grabbed his index finger, pointed in a direction, and said a word.

"die!"

One word made Wu Qinglan tremble all over.

On the steep cliff, a glazed snake as thick as an arm was swimming slowly across the rough gravel, holding its head high and hissing at the snake's tongue.

The little boy who was targeted by it tightly grasped a protruding stone on the cliff with his fingers, not daring to move at all.

But the little boy's plain white clothes gradually showed blood stains, and his entire back was scarlet, which kept tempting the glazed snake's beastly mood.

Between the young boy and the glazed snake, a crimson grass was swaying in the wind.

Crimson grass is hard to find, it can produce white bones and cure carrion.

Wu Qinglan didn't want to take action at first, but the young boy was clearly wearing the plain white clothes of a disciple of the Tiandao Palace.

The spiritual power turned into a blade, suddenly like a gust of wind, and struck straight at the glazed snake!

There was a faint sound of wind breaking through the air, and the glazed snake appeared like a ghost, circling dexterously.

Just as he was feeling complacent, a pair of green vertical pupils looked over, and he immediately stood on the spot.

What about the human who just wanted to grab the Crimson Pearl Grass? !

The glazed snake swam back hissingly. Looking at the crimson grass that had been torn out and only the roots were left, the whole snake was in bad shape.

hateful!

He casually threw the little boy on the sword, not bothering to care how the two children curiously ran over to take a look.

Wu Qinglan folded his arms and watched as the young man put the indigo grass into his mouth, chewed it, and then opened his left arm from which the carrion had been removed.

Paste grass mud on it, and then tear off a piece of white cloth with his mouth. He didn't even cry out at the slightest pain and bandaged it on himself.

The scene was frightening for a time. The boy slowly made a sound of fear and then ran back behind Wu Qinglan obediently.

Only the girl who discovered the little boy first couldn't help but poke the little boy curiously.

After doing all this, the young boy seemed to let go of his tense heart and looked at Wu Qinglan steadily.

Wu Qinglan was a little surprised.

This young boy looked to be no more than seven or eight years old, but he looked extremely thin, gray-haired, and his eyes were red and tired. He looked like he hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

As soon as the young boy spoke, the surprise in Wu Qinglan's heart instantly appeared on his face, and he was stunned.

The little boy said: "Uncle Fourth Master."

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[Warning, warning. 】

[The system has detected an error in promoting the plot of this plane, and the host is requested to provide a solution as soon as possible! 】

Feng Qingyao, who was busy practicing immortal magic in order to deal with the Song Dynasty dungeon in a month: "???"

Subconsciously he raised his head and glanced at the third senior brother who was chatting on the stone platform, and then he bent over and ran back with a guilty conscience.

Inexplicably, I felt like I was skipping classes in college.

After finally escaping to an open place, Feng Qingyao looked around and found no other disciples passing by.

Then he asked: "What's wrong with the plot?"

[After system testing, it was found that the target character Fu Xianzhi unexpectedly appeared in the copy of Song Dynasty. We hope that the host will find him as soon as possible. 】

As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Qingyao felt that one person was as big as the other.

As Feng Qingyao, who knows all the plots, she naturally knows where the biggest difficulty is in this copy of the Song Dynasty.

But now she and Fu Xianzhi have never exchanged a word, and Meng Qingrong has been watching her practicing immortal magic all day long.

Fu Xianzhi is not an item that can be carried around, so how can she just find it and find it?

The system that detects the negative emotions of the host: "Host, this is your task, please solve it as soon as possible."

He said it politely, but his attitude was very cruel.

Feng Qingyao sighed deeply.