"Let me rescue Zhao Yingying?"

Tasting swayed and drove the boat: "I'm rowing the boat, that guy is driving the flying sword, how can I catch up with him?"

Rowing with both hands, how fast can you get there?

Harness the flying sword, no matter how slow it is, it can disappear in front of you in an instant. Zhao Yingying drove the flying sword and left, and it was not even clear which direction Zhao Yingying had gone in such a short period of time.

This is not the direct reason why Pinjian resisted to rescue Zhao Yingying, Pinjian rowed slowly and frowned: "Although I used to be a gangster, I also understood the morality of the rivers and lakes. This Zhao Yingying has already worshipped the Wind and Dust Master Bozu as his teacher, but he always wants to leave here without the slightest nostalgia. Shangdu said that he is a teacher for one day and a father for life, and this Zhao Yingying's character may not be good. ”

"Why did the ancestor ask me to rescue Zhao Yingying, instead of Zhao Yingying's master, Fengchen Shibozu?" Tasting was full of doubts, stopped the boat, and picked up the general diagram of the formation given by Zhang Daoran: "It is said that the disciple is suffering, it should be the master of the Fengchen Master Bozu who can also enhance the relationship between the master and the apprentice, and it should not be me who came to the rescue." ”

"Whatever, as long as I see Zhao Yingying and see him suffering, I won't rescue him first, let him suffer first. ”

Having made up his mind, the speed of tasting and rowing became even slower: "Anyway, no one can die, so I won't see Zhao Yingying so soon." ”

The speed of the boat was very fast, and it still slowly entered the formation. Within the formation, the tasting has a general diagram of the formation in his hand, and he can change the trajectory of the formation at will, and the tasting itself, like the creator, can do whatever he wants: "This is the method of controlling the operation of the formation taught to me by the master, do you know what I am thinking now?"

Appreciating the wisdom of the soul, there was a bold idea in his mind for a moment: "The original intention of the ancestor is to teach Zhao Yingying a lesson through my hand, let him regret it, and turn the wind and dust around?"

There was a hint of inexplicable excitement on his face: "It should be like this, the master has great powers, I'm afraid I already knew what I would do before I came." ”

The dissatisfaction in his heart disappeared without a trace at this moment, and there was a hint of pride on his face: "Zhao Yingying, Zhao Yingying... Well, it should be Uncle Zhao, if you fall into my hands, you will definitely make you regret leaving Fengchen Island, regret having the impatience you have now... You will obediently turn back to Dust Island and admit your mistakes. ”

......

Within the formation, Zhao Yingying galloped all the way, crossed the famous mountains and rivers, and crossed the endless sea.

Zhao Yingying didn't know why he was controlling the flying sword so fast, it was faster than the speed at which the Hengkong Dao Leader flew with them at the beginning. In just half an hour, I arrived in the northeast.

"Maybe I'm just a cultivator genius, and in a short period of practice, I'm even more powerful than the Constant Sky Dao Master!"

Thinking about the beginning, the first time he saw the Hengkong Dao Master controlling the flying sword, and the first time he saw the demons, Zhao Yingying felt that his worldview had been subverted. Zhao Yingying is a very realistic person, in his youth, in college, many classmates liked it, and Zhao Yingying always thought that it was an illusory world, and it was better to do a part-time job to earn extra money.

Zhao Yingying lives in this society, but he does not have the impetuosity of his peers, and he does not have the illusions of his peers. I haven't been exposed to it, and I rarely watch TV series. So much so that when he saw the Demon Clan and the Hengkong Dao Master transform into a cultivator again, it was difficult for Zhao Yingying to accept it.

"It's almost my home......"

When he didn't come to the island in the middle of the lake, Zhao Yingying was in the formation and saw his hometown being razed to the ground. Zhao Yingying also knew that that was the formation world.

"My parents, and Duoduo, those folks must be fine. Zhao Yingying's eyes were faintly excited: "It must be my cultivation talent, valued by the old man in the dust, Zhang Daoran deliberately guided me to the island in the middle of the lake, and wanted me to worship those formations that would only be available on the island in the middle of the lake." ”

"You want me to apprentice, but I don't. What if I can live forever? What about the life I yearn for the most is decades of hard work, that kind of vigor. ”

The closer Zhao Yingying got to his hometown, the more excited he became.

Just like the stars are moving, the distance of the world is thousands of miles away in an instant under the terrifying speed of the flying sword, and the hometown gradually appears in front of you.

"That's... Phoenix Mountain, I often went to the mountain to play when I was a child!" The scenery in front of me is very familiar, familiar to the bones: "I don't know if the small waterfall is still there, and whether the waterhole is still there." When I go back this time, I must go to find the dog's leftover stones to go fishing!"

"It was the mountain pass into the village, and my home was finally coming. ”

Zhao Yingying's heart was pounding: "Old man in the dust, trapped me on the island, and I am not allowed to leave a single step." Now I'm finally free and can go back home. There are no demons in this world, and the chaser who appeared that time must have been arranged by the old man, it was really painstaking, but unfortunately I have seen through it. ”

"My home... It's here!"

Zhao Yingying crossed several mountain peaks and crossed the mountain pass into the village.

"This ......"

Zhao Yingying almost didn't control the flying sword, and fell headlong from the air: "My home, why has it become a ruin?"

In Zhao Yingying's memory, the existence of his home is very dense with forest-like trees. My hometown, well-organized, my hometown, everyone is very welcoming, in this season, it is not dark yet, and the village will be very lively.

Now, as far as the eye can see, more than 90 percent of the houses have collapsed, and only a few are still standing. It was in ruins, covered in weeds. There was not a single figure here, and there was not a sound here.

The village in memory has become a ruin that has been abandoned for decades.

"How so, how so?"

Everything in front of him, Zhao Yingying couldn't accept it: "Could it be that the demon clan is real, and it is also true that the Hengkong Dao Master took us to escape for our lives at the beginning?"

Controlling the flying sword to land, stepping on the ground with both feet, Zhao Yingying cautiously walked to the ruins where his home was located: "Where are my parents?

"Woo Woo ......"

Suddenly, the sound of a milk dog barking was heard. Zhao Yingying turned around numbly and saw a small black dog the size of a cat, slowly approaching him from the ruins: "Diandian?"

This is his own pet dog, which has been fed for less than a month before encountering the demons. This is the pet that he and his fiancée Duoduo fed together: "No, Diandian shouldn't be in the city? How can I be here now? I've been on the island in the middle of the lake for a long time, my hometown has become a ruin, it's already overgrown with weeds, Diandian should grow up... And there is no one to take care of it, so it should be very thin and dirty......"

"Could it be that someone else has helped me feed a little bit?"

Zhao Yingying was puzzled in his heart, and he slowly stood up with his squatting body, and wanted to pick up his pet dog, but now he was a little suspicious and retreated. His arms sank, and he was pondering and wandering, and he jumped up little by little and fell into his arms.

Instinctively wanted to reach out and stroke a little bit of his little head, Zhao Yingying's whole person was completely stupid inexplicably. I saw a little black dog the size of a cat in his arms, and suddenly opened his mouth wide. However, when he put down his fist-sized mouth, it became the size of a house, and the sharp fangs, emitting bursts of foul odor, bit at Zhao Yingying.