I plant love Gu for Xianjun

After a short consideration, Lian Zhuxian chose the Luohan couch under the south window.

There were many books piled up on the bookshelf next to the couch, he picked one out to read, and found that the book described the tricks and methods of ghosts and monsters all over the world.

Feng Zhangjun will also read this kind of untrue rumors?

Lian Zhuxian found it incredible, and tried to read it out of curiosity.But it was getting late after all, and he yawned before turning a few pages, and fell asleep before finishing Chapter 1.

The Luohan couch was very hard and there was no suitable bedding.Lian Zhu Xian knew that this must not be a comfortable night.

But he didn't expect that on this uncomfortable night, he would recall that even more uncomfortable past.

In the second half of the night in Yuncang Mountain, the temperature dropped precipitously.Although the doors and windows were closed tightly, the chill still mixed in the mist and penetrated into the room.

Lian Zhuxian didn't wake up, he rolled over on the Arhat bed wrapped in a robe, and suddenly sank down.

The hard bed board is gone.Suddenly, he was swallowed by the cold liquid pouring from all directions.

The memory was confused with the dream, and he struggled instinctively, but the cold was pervasive and quickly took away his body temperature.

Lian Zhuxian trembled uncontrollably, he felt that his body was sinking into the abyss.The incomparably real sense of suffocation forced him to gasp for breath, but he still couldn't relieve the pain.

At this moment, a piece of brocade with a faint white fragrance fell on him.

The cold is blocked out, and the warmth comes in.

Chasing the comfortable temperature, Lian Zhuxian stretched out his hand to grab the quilt on his shoulder, but he touched the other hand.

The touch was only for a moment, and the hand was quickly withdrawn, and Lian Zhu Xian fell into a deep sleep.

Since then, there has been no dream.

The next morning, Lian Zhuxian woke up before Mao.As soon as I opened my eyes, I felt something strange about my body.

The covered robe was put back on the armchair, and replaced by a brocade quilt in water color, embroidered with pines and cranes with silver thread.

Lian Zhu Xian quickly determined that this was the quilt on Feng Zhangjun's bed, and the one who covered him with it could only be the owner of the quilt.

When his heart was shaking slightly, Lian Zhuxian heard the rustling of clothes outside the window.He pushed the window open a gap, just enough to see the poolside clearing.

There, a tall figure stood tall and tall, with the Fengque sword in his hand reflecting the brilliance under the rising sun.

Feng Zhangjun, who got up early, was practicing a set of Xingjian.Lian Zhuxian didn't have much research on Central Plains martial arts, but he could still tell that this set of sword dances was smooth and flowing. Reminiscent of Feng Zhangjun's sword chopping off the head of a ghoul last night, it can be seen that his martial arts attainments should also be extraordinary.

Nowadays, many cultivators are obsessed with the cultivation of magic arts, but neglect their martial arts literacy, so that their bodies are weak, but they are overwhelmed by the huge magic power, ranging from mental laxity to severe madness—it seems that Feng Zhangjun should not have this kind worry.

Not wanting to disturb the other party's practice, Lian Zhu Xian leaned on the window lattice and watched from a distance until Feng Zhangjun retracted his sword and turned his head to look this way.

The two met eyes.

Feng Zhangjun asked first: "Are you awake?"

"Hmm." Thinking of the quilt, Lian Zhu Xian didn't want Feng Zhangjun to misunderstand that he was disliking his bedding, so he added an extra thank you: "Thank you Xianjun last night."

Feng Zhangjun put his sword back into its sheath, and did not respond, but instead asked an irrelevant question: "Have you eaten?"

Lian Zhu Xian shook his head to express that he didn't need breakfast, Feng Zhangjun signaled him to wash up and prepare to leave for Nanzhao.

After half an hour, Lian Zhu Xian, who had packed up, followed Feng Zhangjun to leave the small courtyard and came to the edge of the cliff.

I saw Feng Zhangjun stretching out his hand and gestured an order, Feng Que unsheathed, drew a circle of cold light, and flew to the edge of the cliff in mid-air.

Feng Zhangjun stepped on the blade of the sword casually, turned around and waited for Zhu Xian to practice.

Lian Zhuxian looked at the slender Fengque sword, and then at the deep cliff of the sea of ​​clouds under his feet, and shook his head honestly rarely.

"Is there a more...steady way?"

Feng Zhangjun didn't say much, and took out the Yingluo talisman paper from the Qiankun bag, folded it two or three times into the shape of a paper crane, and threw it into the air.

The golden light flashed, and the paper crane turned into a plump crane that was taller than a human.

"how?"

"…Fine."

Lian Zhu Xian gritted his teeth and stepped onto the fat crane.

Unexpectedly, just as he sat down, the crane suddenly raised its neck and roared, flying into the sky!

He has practiced Zhu Xian for more than a hundred years, but this is the first time he has soared in the sky.He only felt that his body was light and heavy at times, his head was dizzy, his heart was beating wildly, and his muscles were so tight that they were sore and swollen, which was extremely uncomfortable.

In such a predicament, he didn't care about his face, he just closed his eyes tightly and hugged the crane's neck tightly.

After about a stick of incense, the crane flew more steadily, and Lian Zhuxian managed to open his eyes.

It was snow white in front of my eyes!

The vast sea of ​​clouds is close at hand, as if it is at your fingertips.The large clouds are crowded and piled up on each other, white and soft, thick and compact, as if they can be stepped on and stood on.

Lian Zhuxian was fascinated by watching, and couldn't help forgetting his fear, and even wanted to reach out and touch the silky floating clouds.

Suddenly a gust of cross wind hit, and a big hole was blown out of the sea of ​​clouds, revealing the hidden mountains and bonsai-like trees and rivers below.

It was only then that Lian Zhuxian remembered that he was hanging in the air a hundred feet high.He became dizzy for a moment, became weak, and nearly rolled off the crane's back.

Fortunately, someone helped him in time.

"Be careful." Feng Zhangjun, who had been silent all the way, finally had a sense of presence.

"..."

Being supported by him, Lian Zhu Xian instantly woke up, feeling ashamed and ashamed.Don’t look around, just look at the nose and the heart with your eyes, hold the crane’s neck with both hands, and be a passenger honestly.

The flying in the clouds was really efficient, and within an hour, the two had arrived at the border of Nanzhao.

I saw a snow-capped peak standing above the sea of ​​clouds in the distance, bright and dazzling like molten gold in the sunlight.

That is the holy mountain guarded by the Five Immortals for generations - the Shenwai Snow Mountain.

Feng Zhangjun urged Feng Que under his feet to slowly lower the cloud head, and the crane followed closely behind.When passing through the clouds, the surrounding fog instantly surrounded him, filling his field of vision with snow-white.

Anyway, Mr. Feng Zhang couldn't see it either, so Lian Zhu Xian simply buried his head in the plump back feathers of the fat crane, and only after he noticed that the wind had weakened and the temperature had risen did he raise his head in a hurry, pretending to be calm .

Passing through the clouds, they descended to a height high enough to see the surface.

The climate in Nanzhao is hot and humid, and the soil is fertile. Red flowers, green radishes, and ancient trees are everywhere.If you look closely, you can still find some ruins of ancient temples, almost submerged in vines.

Lian Zhu Xian knew Nanzhao well, but it was the first time for him to overlook the panorama from a high place, and after a little comparison, he suddenly realized where he was.

Speaking of it, this is the "old place" where he and Feng Zhangjun were in danger and parted ways.

He immediately went to see Mr. Fengzhang, but the man still looked calm and calm, and he didn't know if he remembered this place.

In the blink of an eye, the fat crane landed smoothly.Lian Zhuxian was afraid that it would turn back into talisman paper, so he quickly turned over and got off the bird.But I didn't expect that I was highly nervous all the way, my legs were already sore and limp, and I staggered as soon as I touched the ground, and knelt firmly on the ground.

Feng Zhangjun turned his head when he heard the sound, and looked at him silently.

...shame!

Lian Zhuxian's mind became hot, and he happened to see a stone statue half-buried by weeds standing not far away. He fell down and worshiped, then brushed off his clothes as if nothing had happened, and got up.

Feng Zhangjun didn't ask what he was doing, but turned his head to look forward: "If I remember correctly, the frontier is the territory of the Five Immortals."

"... Exactly." His legs were no longer weak, Lian Zhuxian took out a porcelain bottle, and poured out a green pill, "There is a lot of miasma in the valley, and outsiders are easy to be poisoned. This is the antidote."

"It's okay." Feng Zhangjun didn't accept it.

Lian Zhuxian thought that he suspected that the pills were fraudulent, so he didn't force it, "If you feel unwell, please tell me in time."

Straight ahead is a steep rock wall covered with vines and shrubs.When you get closer, you can see a small hole hidden in the green leaves, exhaling bursts of chill.

Pushing away the vines with one hand, Lian Zhuxian took the initiative to remind: "There are snakes in the cave, follow me closely, don't make too much noise."

Feng Zhangjun followed Lian Zhu Xian as he said.The cave is dark and cramped, and taller people have to bend over and bow their heads.

Fortunately, there is only one narrow road, winding down.They groped for about twenty steps, and the echo suddenly became clear.

The space inside the mountainside should be very large, and there is also a strange stench permeating it.Feng Zhangjun couldn't see his surroundings clearly, he could only listen to Lian Zhu Xian's footsteps and the soft sound of the silver ornaments on his body, following his steps.

But this approach soon became ineffective.

As the cave stretches forward, it seems to have stretched out countless side branches.The sound reflected from all directions seriously disturbed the listening and speaking.

Remembering that Lian Zhuxian mentioned that there are snakes in the cave, it would be troublesome to step on or touch them, so Feng Zhangjun asked in a low voice, "Do you need lighting?"

"Hush!" Lian Zhu Xian suddenly cut off his voice.

It was too late to say it, and then it was too fast, only to hear bursts of strange noises coming from the depths of the caves on both sides.

There was a "Sisi" sound like air leaking from a skin bag, and there was a strange friction.

...It's the neighing of a snake!

Feng Zhangjun immediately came to his senses: his questioning leaked the breath of a living person and disturbed the living beings in the cave.

He only heard the clear and loud neighing sound, which indicated that either the snake was close to the ear, or it was too big to imagine.

Either way, it's not a good thing.

Feng Zhangjun found a pair of huge, familiar green eyes lit up in the darkness in front of him.

The author has something to say:

Big Snake: Excited, the little master has returned to the valley with the object!Go and tell the leader! ! !

Big Snake B: Oh my god, back then I said that these two boys would definitely be together when they grow up.

Orochi C: Hurry up and publish a book, "A Hundred Years of Love between Immortal Yun Cang and the Five Poison Guardians"

Today is also the Five Immortals Sect Orochi support team with [-] assists!

(Ms. Big Snake who published the book cannot be called Big Hand, because she has no hands, so she can be called Big Tail)