On the fate of admitting the wrong gender

Fang Yuan's back froze and he didn't dare to move anymore.

The riverside was suddenly so quiet that only the crackling of the fire could be heard, Xiao Qing raised her chin slightly, with a lazy expression, and suddenly said after a while: "Are you in pain?"

Not only is it painful, it is almost broken.Fang Yuan's face was pale, and the sweat rolled down his forehead like a broken thread. He wanted to touch a pill, but found that he had lost his storage bag. He immediately clutched the corner of his clothes in regret, his knuckles were turning blue.

At this time, a bottle of pills was thrown into his arms, and Xiao Qing's voice said: "Take three pills."

Fang Yuan shook the bottle, opened it anyway, and after confirming that there was no problem with the composition of the elixir, he poured out three pills and took it.

The medicine dissipated, and the spiritual power flowed through the limbs, and the broken pain was relieved a lot.Fang Yuan finally dared to move. He assumed a meditation posture and began to absorb spiritual energy.

While recuperating, he observed Xiao Qing.

At present, it seems that this person has no intention of killing him, and I don't know why he saved him.

Xiao Qing naturally noticed that the young man was sizing him up, and the corners of his lips raised, but there was no trace of warmth: "A gentleman takes precautions to prevent it, but a village woman knows that eggs should not be placed in the same basket, and a monk in the entry period, unexpectedly Putting everything in storage bags is stupid."

Fang Yuan's face was flushed red by his training, but he couldn't say anything to refute.

After he killed the ghost king in Funing City, he was a little proud. He even adopted Mo Xiaofan, arranged for him in an orderly manner, bought things for the protagonist like his master, and thought he was a mature monk.He also thought about the problem of the storage bag, but he felt that putting the medicine bottle in his arms made him flustered, so he only wrapped the storage bag three or four times, and did not release the elixir separately.

Who knew it would be like this.

Fang Yuan's eyes were a little fuzzy, and then he endured it and continued to absorb spiritual power.

He was too careless to be surrounded by red ring snakes at the beginning, and he didn't even notice that the snakes were driving him up the mountain. The two days of besieging blunted his senses and made him lose his composure.

Fang Yuan felt such a disparity for the first time. Compared with Hai Dongqing's suppression of him, Xiao Qing was teasing him at the beginning, and it was luck to kill the ghost king by stepping up. The gap between entering a teacher and entering the country , It cannot be supplemented by skills at all.

There is still work to be done.

Many people would become annoyed and angry when they were poked in the sore spot, but Fang Yuan would not, nor would he argue with Xiao Qing.After reflecting on himself, he calmed down, meditated with his head down, and repaired his body.

In any case, this little life must be saved first.

The night passed quickly, Fang Yuan's superficial wounds healed in sevens and eighties, and his dantian's spiritual power replenished by one-third, but the pecked flesh hadn't grown back yet, and an ugly scar formed.

Her waist and legs still hurt, and this kind of bone injury may not heal in a few months.

But Xiao Qing had already stood up, patted the dust on her body casually, and said lightly: "I won't wait for you, if you can't keep up, you can ask for blessings."

Suddenly, he bent his lips again: "Of course, you can also choose to stay here, but there are many monsters in the forest, and they must all like you, a monk with delicate skin and tender flesh."

Fang Yuan: "..."

He could barely support himself, and followed behind him step by step.Without the protection of Xiao Qing, a master-level monk, I'm afraid he would turn into a pile of bones in the near future.

After all, the probability of cannon fodder opening an SSR-level boss is not so high. The Red Ring Snake, Costin, and Xiao Qing are each more powerful than the other.

Fang Yuan leaned on a branch and looked around.He didn't know which dense forest he fell into. The atmosphere in the forest was obviously more eerie and gloomy than before. Even though it was early in the morning, it was still deep and deep, and even the treetops could not be seen clearly.

So no matter how uncomfortable it was, Fang Yuan didn't dare to slow down, and tried his best to follow Xiao Qing's position seven or eight steps behind.

He really wouldn't wait for him, his back was like a stroll in the garden, but it was surprisingly fast.

Holding a flute in his hand, he never looked back.

By the time the evening stopped, Fang Yuan's waist and legs were already in severe pain, and the pill could not be suppressed, so he could only meditate to relieve it.After all, the entry period is a mortal body, unlike entering a teacher where you can form a Yuandan, and your body and mana have reached a new level.

In the twilight of the next morning, Xiao Qing rose again and walked at the same speed.

Fang Yuan followed behind, his joints bleeding faintly.

And this afternoon, they met Snake Tide, also a red ring snake, and an old friend they were familiar with, and they came just after smelling it.But this time, the snake tide that once drove Fang Yuan to a desperate situation was vulnerable to Xiao Qing's hands.

With a flick of the slender knuckles, a chilling aura suddenly rose, and an incomparably chilling spiritual pressure burst out, cutting off the large snake tide in half. "court death."

He didn't even use any magic weapon, and with just a few simple fingerings, he exerted the power of his spiritual power to the extreme.Fang Yuan's pupils shrank, and he recognized this hand trick - it was Xiao Qing's own Hanjiang fingering technique!

The so-called "birds fly away in a thousand mountains, and people disappear in ten thousand paths. A man in a lone boat and hat, fishing in the cold river and snow alone", the original book specially uses several chapters to express the power of this fingering. There is a Dao realm, the Dao realm of this fingering method is like the frost and snow in northern Xinjiang, the ice field of thousands of miles, the heart is like dead ashes but the wildfire is rekindling.At first glance, the hand formula is ever-changing, but in reality it returns to the basics. After compressing the spiritual power, it bursts out precisely, hitting the weakness of the opponent's spiritual flow everywhere, and defeating Xie Qingshu's wind and thunder sword intent.

When most monks were pursuing high-level formulas, Xiao Qing was already so conceited that she didn't bother to be shadowed by her predecessors.

Or rather, he understood too well.

He is even an all-rounder in refining tools, refining medicine, and forming formations.

He is excellent.Fang Yuan pursed his lips, and quickly adjusted his mentality. Without a sword, he could still use formulas, and his control of spiritual power was also the best in the school. It can be seen that Xiao Qing's fingering skills are a little tricky.

He will also be an excellent Dharma cultivator in the future.

Fang Yuan watched carefully, and even imitated Xiao Qing's hand formula. When a red ring snake rushed towards him, he compressed his spiritual energy and punched it out. Two points are similar.

Xiao Qing couldn't help but look back at him.

He hooked his lips into a smile, and then his gestures changed more complicated. Fang Yuan was shocked by this morality, as if he had come to the vast ice field, and the wind and snow were blowing his face, and the snakes in front of him, like insects crawling on the ice, slowed down , Become stupid, every trace is very clear.

"boom--"

The Lingtai was clear, and by the time he realized it, he had already typed out another formula.This blow drained half of his spiritual power, and also exploded a large piece of snake tide.

The two of them only used half a stick of incense to clean up the snake tide, and ignored the escaped ones. As if Fang Yuan had realized something, he tore off a corner of his clothes, and picked up some inner alchemy and snake meat on the ground to pretend to be bag.

This is good for his recovery from meditation tonight, and the snake meat is delicious and nourishing when eaten roasted.

Just picking up half of the bag, it was a bit heavy, Fang Yuan lifted it, and the load on his waist became even heavier.

I can only pour it out again.

Xiao Qing watched for a while, not knowing what she was thinking.

Fang Yuan wiped his face, limped to his side, looked in front of him suspiciously, as if wondering why he didn't leave.

He didn't know how embarrassed he was, his clothes were frayed, his ponytail was crooked, his forehead was stained with dust, and his hands and feet were covered with blood.Only a pair of dark pupils are as bright as they were at Qingxia Peak, without fear or haze.

Xiao Qing suddenly laughed, the smile didn't mean anything, it just made Fang Yuan a little nervous.

But the next moment, the other party approached, and the cold fragrance hit him, and the wide sleeves wrapped him around.Xiao Qing hugged his waist with one hand, picked up his knees with the other, and hugged him up.

The boy's feet were off the ground and he was completely covered.