The eyes in the cave were as dark as they were blind.

The darkness seemed to be cut off from the sound. Jiang Xiaogu's footsteps were muffled, as if the soles of her shoes were covered with a layer of cloth.

Although Jiang Zhongying walked without footsteps, the sound of breathing was very heavy, and he was far away from her.

When he touched her, he stepped back a little, and soon posted it again, his mood oscillating between timidity and wanting to save face.

Jiang Xiaogu didn't think there was anything here.

Who says men can't be afraid of the dark?

Zhong Ying was born in the heavenly realm. There is no night in the heavenly realm, and it is normal to be afraid of the dark.

"What the hell does this smell like? ”

Jiang Xiaogu opened his mouth and raised his voice intentionally.

"It's like a ghost gnawing at carrion in a thatched hut. ”

The jar answered.

was described by him like this, Jiang Xiaogu felt even more stinky.

Jiang Zhongying's hand suddenly put on her shoulder, "There is movement ahead." ”

Jiang Xiaogu's senses were not as good as his, so he stopped.

After standing for a while, as soon as she heard the sound of Suosuo, she was pushed away by Zhong Ying, and her body flew up and hit the wall of the cave.

Zhong Ying was fighting with something.

Jiang Zhongying is very panicked now, he took out a few swords, but he didn't hit the target, but he was hit by the other party several times, and his waist and legs were already injured, and there were bursts of stinging pain.

A few drops of water suddenly fell on his face, and also on his opponent.

Jiang Zhongying listened to the sound and identified the position, and the blade of the sword pointed downward, aiming at his right side and stabbing down.

"Pss

The sound of a sword stabbing into the flesh.

At the same time, there was a hissing sound, and the fishy wind blew so that he could not open his eyes.

The other party slammed him into the waist, causing him to fall back five feet away, and half of his body was numb. The hilt of the sword was also taken off.

But the cry of the ghost gradually faded away.

Jiang Zhongying leaned against the cave wall to slow down, touched the water on his face, put it under his nose and smelled it.

Sure enough, it was Xiao Gu's blood.

"What's that?"

Xiao Gu touched it as he heard the sound of panting.

"It's like a monster. ”

Certainly not people.

There was a muffled thud that shook the ground, followed by the sound of stones tumbling. There was a faint glimmer of light ahead.

Through the light, you can see that a corner of the tunnel has appeared here.

The demon beast was stabbed by Zhong Ying, and in a panic, it crashed into the cave wall, knocking the stucco in the middle of the stone down, revealing a slit that was only the thickness of a finger.

Light shone in through the cracks in the stone. Because the cave is very dark, and it is very bright.

"It's a tree outside. We can get out from here. ”

The stone wall was knocked out of a circular groove, and the surface of the stone was shattered into a fist-sized stone, and neither of them wanted to fight the demon beast now.

Zhong Ying's waist and legs were pierced with four holes, two by two symmetrical, which should have been injured by the fangs of the demon beast.

His body was covered with foul-smelling slime, mixed with his own and Xiao Gu's blood, and he looked colorful and embarrassed.

Jiang Xiaogu used a hunting knife to tinker for a long time, only widening the stone crack to two finger widths, and it was still very early to get out.

"Jar, condensation venom!"

With the Gu stored in the Gu Realm, the jar can condense all kinds of venom. The more Gu you store, the more varied the venom becomes.

"The stone walls here are different from those in the cultivation room. ”

Jiang Zhongying walked over, put his finger on the stone and said:

"These stone walls are much older. And there are no traces of a chisel, as if it was cut by a sword. ”

It is not difficult for a high-ranking monk to cut a stone into a stone of the same size.

But Fang Zheng does not have such a high level of cultivation, and there is no one in the entire Jinghe City at present.

It should be that Fang Zheng occasionally discovered this ruin, and only then built an annex on it. His death had nothing to do with the monster.

A moment later, the venom in the Gu Cultivation Jar condensed. Jiang Xiaogu poured the venom on the stone, stabbed it with a hunting knife, and made a hole that could pass through people, and when he looked out, he was dumbfounded.

Outside are cliffs.

From the top and bottom of the mountain, it is about ten zhang high.

The master and apprentice glanced at each other. Jiang Zhongying hated himself for not building a foundation, he could fly and couldn't fly, the experience was too different.

Jiang Xiaogu comforted him and said, "It's okay, Zhong Ying." At such a height, I can't be killed. I can get you out. ”

"It's going to hurt if you just jump off. ”

"Don't worry about me, I don't feel pain. ”

Jiang Zhongying, who was carried by her, was silent for a while.

"Then wouldn't it be safer for you to put me down, jump off by yourself, and then find someone to save me?"

"It's a waste of time, and it's not good to miss the time to run for the head of the family. ”

Jiang Xiaogu's voice fell, and he jumped off the cliff.

The jar didn't hear the screams he was expecting. It's just that when he got to the bottom of the cliff, he found that Zhong Ying's lips were full of tooth marks.

He carried Jiang Xiaogu, who had fallen like a broken doll, on his back and walked towards the Fangjia Mountain Range.

......

All the ethnic groups of the Fang family gathered in the main house meeting hall.

The eldest lady, as the head of the house, sits in the right position. The rest of the collateral elders are listed below.

The disciples led by Fang Yijing who had already worshiped the sect sat on the back left side. They do not participate in the election of the head of the family, but they are the future backers of the Fang family. The rise and fall of the Fang family was also closely related to their development in the sect.

The candidates all stood on the right back, and there were only three or four of them.

Fang Zheng Immortal has been falling for many years, if it was in the past, the side lines would also fight, but now in this situation, whoever takes over as the head of the family will have a pot of charcoal in his hand, and he will be burned so that the skin and flesh are light, and he may get into trouble.

In fact, many people already have candidates in their hearts.

I sat here for an hour, I ate dim sum, I also watched the sword dance, and even the tea was changed, but no one mentioned the business, just like today I didn't choose the head of the house, but participated in the tea party.

The eldest lady frequently looked out the door. Lu Shoulian has been looking for Zhen'er a long time ago, and he hasn't returned yet.

The rest of the elders also turned their heads from time to time to look outside.

When one of them came from outside, everyone froze.

Seeing the person coming clearly, the eldest lady puffed her nose, don't overdo it.

"Yilian, come and sit here. ”

Jiang Zhongying bowed slightly and stood on the candidate's side. The elders of the side clan buzzed and discussed, twisting their beards and nodding their heads.

Fang Yijing looked at him distractedly.

He grew up.

The little child who was sucked out of the spiritual root and fell to the ground screaming and crying bitterly survived, although his body was still a little thin, but his eyes were sharp and his spirit was bright, revealing a majesty and nobility that people could not despise.

Fang Yijing lowered his head, and a familiar inferiority complex rolled in his heart, like a spike, making him restless.

How good it would be if he died!

I won't constantly remind myself of the source of this Supreme Heavenly Spirit Root.

But if he dies, won't his sin be even greater?

I heard that there is a powerful medicine master who is helping him repair his spiritual root, will he fully recover?

Fang Yijing couldn't help but look at Fang Yilian again, and the hand on his knee clenched into a fist.

Can't let his spiritual root recover, can't let this matter out of the Fang family!

Are you going to kill him?

Fang Yijing struggled again.