Rebirth is crazy for you

At the same time, there happened to be a little Taoist priest at the foot of the mountain returning to the mountain after finishing his mission. As a result, he saw such a bloody and brutal scene as soon as he entered the sect.

Shouting in fright, he sat down on the ground, the little Taoist shielded his head and eyes with his arms, and kept stepping back. "Ghost, don't, don't eat me, I'm so skinny, I don't have much meat."

Hearing the sound, Feng Qing turned her head and found the source of the sound with difficulty.

Rubbing the direction and tentatively taking steps, Feng Jin stumbled to the little Taoist priest, stretched out her hand, and gradually touched the little Taoist priest's chest.

The little Taoist widened his eyes in surprise, lowered his head to look at his chest, his hands were really slender and beautiful, this ghost actually didn't eat him, but chose to molest him.

With a flush on his face, the little Taoist secretly opened his arms a slit, and only then could he see the person in front of him clearly. Although the eyes turned into two bleeding holes, the delicate face was impressive.

Isn't this Young Master Feng Jin who can freely enter and leave the cave of the Lord Venerable?

For hundreds of years, Feng Jin has harmed Haoran Dao Sect, and he has done bad things in an upright manner. Many little Taoist priests have been bullied by him, so naturally he remembers this daring mermaid boy—Feng Jin!

"Master Feng Jin, you... what's wrong with you? Your eyes..." The little Taoist stood up in a panic, and carefully helped Feng Jin.

Isn't your lord doting on Young Master Feng Jin?How could he become like this?

Hearing this, Feng Jin gave a wry smile and didn't reply, she found the little Taoist's hand and stuffed the golden dragon ball into it.

Feng Jin smiled hoarsely and said: "Remember, I have to give this to your lord."

There was only such a simple sentence, after Feng Jin finished speaking, she turned around, staggered down the mountain with weak footsteps, not paying any attention to the little Taoist priest who was shouting behind her.

"Young Master Fengjin, you are so seriously injured, where are you going?"

"Young Master Feng Jin, Your Majesty asked, how should I answer?"

hehe?Your Majesty asked?That person wished that he would disappear from his eyes sooner, so how could he ask more questions?

He plucked out the dragon ball, and his cultivation base was greatly reduced, even worse than before. Holding his breath, Feng Jin used the last of his strength to fly crookedly into the mid-air, and flew towards a direction he didn't know. .

Farewell, Haoran Daozong, and also farewell, a beautiful dream that was once in the mirror!

He couldn't control his injury at all, the blood stayed all the way like this, dyeing the front of his clothes dark red.Before he knew it, Feng Jin actually returned to Mount Wutai, back to the spiritual pool where he was conceived.

At the moment when his consciousness dissipated, he only remembered that he fell headfirst into the overgrown spirit pool, but as for what happened later, he was already unconscious.

No matter what, he didn't care anymore, and he didn't know if he would feel a little bit sad if he died.

hehe?What a shame, at this moment, he is still wishful thinking.

Although Ganghualong is not long ago, he is also a dragon body. A lot of blood flowed from his eyes, staining the water of the spirit pool red, which alarmed the monks who were fighting at the foot of the mountain. Then, he was rescued by kind people and sent back to my little father. By his side, he saved his life, and then stayed in the Kuzhu Temple on Glacier Island.

He has to find something to do every day, either fetch some water, or pick some spiritual fruit. His eyes are gone, so it is inconvenient to do anything, and when he was in Haoran Daozong, he was spoiled by that person. They are all idlers, so naturally they can't do heavy work.

That person really has a trick, if he dies once, he will never forget him like this.

My father used great means to keep his legs from degenerating into fish tails, but his cultivation level cannot be recovered. In this situation, he is no better than an ordinary person.

With a layer of gauze covering her eyes, Feng Jin sat on the rocking chair specially made by her father for her father, weaving the spiritual grass vines in her hands with a blank expression.

He still remembered that father had told him that since he came, little father would no longer exchange precious relics for wine, either he made it himself with him, or he took a bundle of spiritual herbs Vine to change.

Hearing this, he just smiled lightly, but didn't say much. For some reason, his heart was bitter.

Taking advantage of the sunshine today, let's weave a few more, and this is the last one!

At the same time, Bai Yuqing had already found the Spirit Pond in Mount Wutai.

Sweeping around with his eyes, what caught his eyes was the spirit pond that was once again stained red with blood, which made his heart tighten suddenly. Is this... Xiaojin's blood?

Is there any hope of surviving after a pool has flowed?

Bai Yuqing bent down and stretched out his hand tremblingly, but the moment his fingers were about to touch the blood on the edge of the pool, he withdrew his hand like lightning.

No, no, he wants to see people when he is alive, and he wants to see corpses when he dies. He doesn't believe that his Xiaojin is just gone!

One jumped onto the back of the crane, and Bai Yuqing galloped towards the foot of Wutai Mountain. Where did his little brocade go? After all, someone will see it. The monks and monks living at the foot of the mountain asked him one by one. , someone must be able to answer him.

Comforting himself like this, Bai Yuqing really did this, even without time to change his face, this is the first time in so many years that he has shown himself in public so openly!

Fortunately, Emperor Tian paid off, after persisting for seven days, he finally got the news he wanted from a female nun.Was it rescued by two juniors?Far North?But according to the female cultivator's description, when she went to fetch water from the pool, she was so frightened by the blood in the pool that she screamed and ran away in a panic, but the two outstanding male cultivators behind him chose to In the opposite direction to her, she galloped towards the source of the mountain, and when she came to her senses, she followed carefully, only to see the seriously injured man with the two monks curling up a fishtail and bleeding from the eye sockets He took the flying magic weapon and left quickly, but looking at the direction, it was vaguely the direction of the extreme north.

According to the female cultivator's description, Xiaojin's injuries are very serious, and it is already unknown whether he is alive or dead. With only two juniors, is it possible to save him?

Yes, yes, it will be fine, his little Jin will be fine.

Thinking of this, Bai Yuqing could no longer maintain his composure, so he jumped onto the crane and galloped towards the extreme north.

During this period, Bai Yuqing continued to bless the silver crane with spiritual power as if he was dying, shortening the two-month itinerary to half a month!

This glacier island in the extreme north can only be regarded as a remote small place compared to the Zhongzhou mainland.

After Bai Yuqing collected the silver-feathered crane, he searched for the familiar figure eagerly while inquiring about the surrounding terrain.

Until the name of a temple came to his ears, his heart suddenly trembled.

Bitter Bamboo Temple?Bitter bamboo?Could it be that that person actually lived in seclusion in this unknown little place after he betrayed the Buddha and became a demon?

If it was really Bitter Bamboo, was it possible that Jin'er was brought to him?That person has the same attributes as Jin'er. In this world, I am afraid that this person is the only one who can save Xiao Jin. If this is the case, it will be a blessing in misfortune.

Bai Yuqing didn't dare to confirm the guess in his heart, but couldn't hold back the urgency in his heart, so he simply turned around and galloped in the direction of Kuzhu Temple. No matter what, even if it was only disappointment and bad news, he still wanted to Make sure.

After weaving the grass and vines, she rested on the rocking chair for a while, Feng Jin stood up, walked to the courtyard, picked up a wine jar, and walked up the mountain.

He can't be idle, and when he is idle, he likes to think wildly. All that flashes in his mind is the face of that person. He really regrets that he plucked out his eyes so that he can no longer see anything.

I can't see anything new, so what remains in my mind are all the unforgettable memories of the past, but in every picture, there will be that person's cold face.

Today's sunshine is just right, presumably the snow water on the snow mountain should melt again, go get some, the wine brewed with gas will be more mellow, that is my favorite taste.

Walking on the narrow path to the top of the snow-capped mountain with one deep foot and one shallow foot, Feng Jin caressed one side of the rock wall while carefully placing her feet.

Little dad once said that he was not allowed to walk this road, it was too steep and rugged, his eyes could not see it, and accidents would easily happen.

But he likes this road the most. The cold wind is blowing on his face. While freezing his body, his heart will also be chilled.

Just when Feng Jin was about to step from one rock to another, a long cry of a crane suddenly came out of the air, and he pricked up his ears in doubt. For some reason, he always felt that long cry was somewhat familiar.

But all the attention was focused on the ears, so naturally the feet were ignored. The rock was already extremely smooth, and Feng Jin was absent-minded, so her feet slipped, her ankles twisted, and her body suddenly lost her balance. Fall off a cliff.

Shocked, she quickly stretched out her hand, Feng Jin tried to grab an ice pick to stabilize her figure, but what she got between her hands was a piece of empty air.

The howling cold wind echoed in his ears, Feng Jin's whole body accelerated and fell in a straight line.

Xiao Dae said that he would not let him go this way, but he refused to listen. Now that he fell off the cliff, he didn't know if he would be lucky enough to save his life.

A mocking and relieved smile suddenly appeared on his face, Feng Jin actually opened his arms, and his expression was not panic or fear, but only serene.

Perhaps another reason why he likes this road is that accidents are easy to happen here, and he can find an excuse for not being voluntary for his death!