Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

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Fang Yanchu was still in the process of adjusting his breath to heal his wounds, and he was in a state of being alone. How could he know that during the short time he closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, he was about to fight outside.

In terms of strength, Lu Jingqiao is slightly inferior, but he has his own advantages, that is, he has a human figure, he cultivates the way of vitality, and he is born to destroy demons, so one person and one leopard can't stand in a stalemate for a while.

What's more, Fang Yanchu didn't even wake up at this time, none of them wanted to make any noise to disturb Fang Yanchu's breath adjustment.The most behavior was that the two looked at each other and circled around Fang Yanchu.

Especially that leopard, relying on the pads under its paws, it walked lightly as if making no sound, shuttled back and forth on and off the table, as if it would die if Lu Jingqiao passed it.Naturally, Lu Jingqiao didn't dare to act rashly, just kidding, what if this black leopard who doesn't know where he came from went crazy and hurt his little uncle?

One person and one leopard remained in a stalemate until Fang Yanchu opened his eyes.

The soul Fang Yanchu left behind is the fourth of the three souls and seven souls, named Smelly Lung, which is in charge of breathing.In the human world, there are people who call death "the number of breaths has been exhausted". This is because the number of breaths in a person's life is fixed.The stinky lung is in charge of the respiratory function.

To put it bluntly, now Fang Yanchu is just a corpse that can breathe. Previously, he could be called Po Shang Fuliang because life and death are at stake. The stinky lungs that represent breathing function resonate with Fushi, which represents consciousness. Fushi is the soul of life, seven souls The master, naturally recognized Shang Fuliang.

But at this moment, Fang Yanchu didn't recognize anyone, he was just a breathing machine.Fang Yanchu, who knows how to recognize people, was taken away by Zhiqing a long time ago, and he is guiding Zhiqing and Ji Qianshan in the ice and snow.

The warm and white soul casting stone is like a firefly, floating about three feet above the ground, pointing far away.With Zhiqing on his back with one hand, Ji Qianshan walked forward dragging his injured leg.

Neither Ji Qianshan nor Zhiqing could have imagined that there would be an avalanche in the process of taking the saint's blood. By the time they found out, it was already too late. It sank more than ten feet, and the waves on the high mountains in the distance swept down the river, a line of huge waves rushed from the sky, and dropped a huge snow-white curtain between the sky and the earth.

"Run!" Ji Qianshan's first reaction was to grab Fang Yanchu's soul-casting stone and run away. He didn't want anything at hand, but he wanted to run out of this range.

But Zhiqing's reaction at this time was just the opposite. He looked at the monstrous white snow waves and suddenly smiled, and his whole body was fixed in place like a nail wedged into the ground.He quickly grabbed Ji Qianshan's hand with his backhand, his gorgeous eyebrows looked a little strange in the snow, the Buddhist beads in Zhiqing's hand were fiddled with twice quickly, and then wrapped around Ji Qianshan's body like a snake wrist.

At that moment, Ji Qianshan suddenly realized that this monk, he never gave up the idea of ​​killing himself.As long as he was in a place where Fang Yanchu couldn't see, he was always plotting to kill himself!

But this time Ji Qianshan will not let him succeed.

"Buddhist sacred objects." Ji Qianshan advanced instead of retreating, and suddenly approached Zhiqing, whispered four words in his ear, and immediately stopped like a sea needle.Isn't it more than patience?Ji Qianshan thought, I have endured thousands of 1000 years, and am I still afraid of this?

The moment he heard these four words, Zhiqing raised his head suddenly, his eyes were like knives, cutting Ji Qianshan's body.There was an earthquake-like shock in his heart. Only he knew about this matter, and he didn't even disclose the slightest to his most trusted disciple.

Buddhist sacred objects were stolen.

And it has been lost long ago, the one staying in Lanruo Temple is just a false holy object, and he has been unable to become a real Buddha for a long time because of the loss of the holy object.

Guess?Zhiqing carefully looked at Ji Qianshan's face, and cleared his mind between the ups and downs.It's not a guess, Ji Qianshan's expression is extremely determined, he must really know about it.

If you want to understand this point, Ji Qianshan can't die, this time it was Zhiqing who pulled Ji Qianshan away.

Zhiqing gritted her teeth and turned around, the wide monk robe turned into a huge wing in mid-air, as white as a beautiful snowflake.In the next second, the snowflake unfolded, riding the gust of wind that came from the snow mountain collapse, and went down the river, abruptly catching thousands of tons of snow and ice with its back.

Almost instantly, Zhiqing spat out a mouthful of blood, which only stayed on the ground for a moment before disappearing.He didn't dare to stay longer, because the avalanche was not formed naturally, but because the ground had no support after the saint's blood was taken away, and the whole ground would collapse after staying for a long time.Zhiqing grabbed Ji Qianshan and left. He used the secret method of Buddhism to cross the river with a reed, and he took the path of great ingenuity, lightness and agility. Inch, otherwise crossing the river with a reed is the fastest movement method.

But even the fastest movement can't stop the rolling ice and snow, the ice and snow keep falling under the action of gravity, there is almost no friction on the snow, and a large number of snowflakes gather into pieces faster and faster, Zhiqing and Ji Qianshan and the two were buried under the snow.

pain.

As if there were countless knives sawing back and forth on his calf, Ji Qianshan slowly struggled out of the dark dream, opened his heavy eyelids, and it took a long time before he really realized himself and woke up from the heavy limbs.

The snow was not thick enough, he shook his limbs and shook off the snow all over his body, his first reaction was to grope around him: "Master...Master..."

Fortunately, he didn't lose consciousness for a long time, and his hands were still tightly grasping something.Ji Qianshan raised his hand and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the soul casting stone was still in his hand, he held the soul casting stone in his heart and gasped heavily: "It's okay...it's okay... "

The soul-casting stone broke free from his hand and slowly floated in the air. The stone flickered twice, then floated a few steps away and stopped on a lump of raised snow.

Standing up from the ground in embarrassment, he dragged his injured leg and crawled to the side of the small snowdrift. Ji Qianshan looked at the snowdrift beside him, and knew without looking at him that the person buried here must be Zhiqing.They ran too late, and Zhiqing suffered most of the injuries caused by the avalanche by himself, and the injuries were much more serious than Ji Qianshan at this moment.

"Master, he just wanted to kill me." Ji Qianshan put his hands on the snowdrift, looked up at the soul casting stone, "Are you sure you still want to save him?"

The soul-casting stone flickered twice, left the snow pile and stuck it on Ji Qianshan's face, trying to radiate a little heat from the stone.There is not much heat in the stone, but the comfort that can be brought in this world of ice and snow is more than that heat.

Clutching his side face, Ji Qianshan felt a trace of heat brought by the stone, completely slumped on the spot.He was a little tired, breathing hard: "Master, I know, I know he is still useful, and he can't die now. But he just wanted to kill me, so he should be punished, right?"

The stone couldn't speak, and let him clasp and stroke it, silently emitting more heat.

"I understand, I understand everything. I'm just a little tired. I'll dig him out after I take a rest. I can also take a rest, right?" Ji Qianshan put the soul-casting stone in his hand, and he If your face is just frozen, don't cover it too hot, or you will easily get chilblains.Relying on the lack of hands and feet of the soul-casting stone, he found himself in a clean place to lie down in the snow and mud, resting his feet while talking, "Master, you don't know, this monk Zhiqing is really bad, he killed I've done it many times."

"Every time I recast my soul from the sea of ​​blood and climbed out to find you, I don't mention other hardships and tiredness. What I am most afraid of is that if I miss a step, the result will be a thousand miles away, especially this monk. He saw you before he even had time to see you. As long as you are not by my side, he wants to kill me when he sees me. At first I didn't know how to avoid him, but then I understood..." His voice became lower and lower, In the end, it directly turned into a whisper, "This monk is really bad, very bad..."

He was lying down, and he was so tired after running away, it was almost a matter of course that he fell asleep while talking.He was in a daze, when suddenly a chill came from his palm, and Ji Qianshan nearly jumped up.

Looking down at the soul-casting stone in his hand, the soul-casting stone is no longer hot, but exudes a bone-chilling chill.Ji Qianshan's heart almost went cold, if it wasn't for the Soul Casting Stone to wake him up in time, and let him fall asleep, I don't know what the consequences would be.

This is a snowy land, and it is a place where no one comes here for ten thousand years. Unless some human being suddenly has nothing to do and wants to cross the no man's land, otherwise no one will find him dead here.

Hastily picked up the soul-casting stone and stuffed it into his bosom, while Ji Qianshan rushed to Zhiqing to dig Zhiqing, he muttered in a low voice with lingering fear: "The timeline is almost going to restart again, because freezing to death and restarting is too embarrassing .”

Digging out Zhiqing and putting it on his shoulder, he took out the soul-casting stone and put it in front of him, letting the soul-casting stone float in mid-air.Ji Qianshan pleaded: "Master, it's all up to you to lead the way."

The soul-casting stone floated in a circle knowingly, and the stone body flashed twice in the north. Ji Qianshan followed and turned, dragging the delirious Zhiqing to the north.

The place where they are is already very close to the north, and if they go further north, they will probably reach the end of the sky.But Ji Qianshan followed the direction pointed by the soul casting stone all the way north without hesitation, sometimes stopped to correct the direction when the stone flickered, and remained silent the rest of the time.

After all, the soul casting stone is where Fang Yanchu's three souls and six souls are located, and it will never point the wrong way.I don't know how long Ji Qianshan walked with the soul-casting stone. The collapse of the leylines caused by the lack of saint's blood gradually disappeared under his feet. The rough road finally became smooth, but there was still a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him.

But I don't know if it's Ji Qianshan's illusion, there seems to be a small black spot on the white skyline, like a small charcoal grain under the snow line.

The charcoal particles gradually approached, and a familiar voice suddenly sounded, so crisp and noisy: "Master Zhiqing!"