The swordsman took a deep breath, no wonder he said that the Purple Bamboo Forest was mysterious and secretive, and it was really not something that ordinary people would dare to break into. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The smoke that rises without warning is enough to give a headache.

The swordsman didn't dare to take it lightly, and put his hands together around his mouth, "Where are you?"

"Swordsman?" Because everything came too suddenly, Xiaoyaosheng inadvertently separated from the swordsman. At this time, the swordsman's voice was loud, and it was difficult not to hear it.

"Swordsman, I'm here. In the fog, Xiaoyaosheng gave an affirmative answer. Anyway, you still have to let the swordsman make sure that he is okay first.

That's good. It's only a matter of time before they can't find each other. In the vast fog, the two reached a consensus with a clear mind.

"Ahh

"It's me, Carefree. Xiaoyaosheng was a little excited, and he actually happened to bump into each other in the fog.

The two groped forward with their backs to back, and the swordsman closed his eyes and listened to the movements around him, "We must be more careful. ”

I don't know how long I walked, and the fog around me was sometimes thick, sometimes thin, and it was hard to figure out. No one knows what is hidden in this burst of fog, and it is difficult to say whether it is a blessing or a curse.

"Whoosh!" a cold arrow struck through the air. Fortunately, the swordsman and the free life both have spiritual power to protect their bodies, and the two of them are afraid of any traps, so they have never let go of their defenses.

The swordsman turned sideways, the cold arrow almost brushing his face, and listening to the sound of the wind it brought, he knew that the person who shot the arrow was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"Hahaha......" The laughter is close and far, not mockery, but a feeling of recognition, and even an appreciation.

There was a sound of the sleeves rubbing the wind in the wind, followed by a sentence: "Since ancient times, heroes have come out of youth, you have passed the test!"

It turned out that everything just now was just a test to see if they were qualified to enter the deeper depths of the Purple Bamboo Forest.

The fog comes and goes as fast as it goes. After the mysterious man waved his sleeve, it disappeared in an instant.

What comes into view is no longer the strange forest when I first saw it, but the authentic purple bamboo.

"Thank you, senior!" Xiao Yaosheng didn't know which master was secretly helping, but he still bowed obediently to the Quartet.

"Can the seniors show up and show us a clear way!" The swordsman struck while the iron was hot, Xiao Yaosheng had just thanked him just now, presumably it would not be too difficult to invite him to come forward at this time. If you miss this opportunity. It won't be like this next time.

A white figure flashed in the bamboo forest, as if it had moved several miles in an instant, and after a while, an old man appeared in front of the swordsman and Xiaoyaosheng.

The old man, wearing a snow-white robe, stood in the forest, and held a long flute made of purple bamboo in his hand. It looks like a master of the world.

It's just that this old man is full of contradictions all over his body. Don't look at his clothes are washed white and clean, but the long hair on that end has completely destroyed his image.

The hair was messy, and in several places it was even knotted, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it was a bird's nest. Looking at the weather-beaten face again, it is estimated that it is because of the cultivation of spells, it does not look very old, on the contrary, the spirit is much better than that of some young people.

However, the spirit is full of spirit, and the old man's face is full of scum, which should not have been taken care of for a long time.

This, the swordsman scratched the back of his head, is there a hidden master like this? Could it be that this is the rumored informality?

Xiao Yaosheng didn't have so many doubts, and when he saw the old man appear, he hurriedly held the folding fan in the palm of his hand, and said in a proper manner: "The predecessor is a miracle doctor in the purple bamboo forest?"

"Hey!" the swordsman shouted, but it was too late.

Why is Xiaoyaosheng so sloppy, and he says everything, doesn't he say that the miracle doctor has a strange temper! If this is the one in front of him, wouldn't he miss the best opportunity again.

I thought so in my heart, but the swordsman's eyes still looked honestly on the old man.

The old man did not speak, neither nodded nor shook his head. The attitude is so flickering, eighty percent is really that strange miracle doctor!

The old man picked up the bamboo flute in his hand, slowly put it to his lips, and began to play.

The sound of the flute sounded, and there was silence in the bamboo forest. Even the sound of the wind blowing the bamboo leaves seemed to stop. In the whole bamboo forest, only the wisps of the sound of the flute are the world of their own, unwilling to compete with the world, unwilling to be entangled with the world, and free to be free.

When the swordsman heard this, all the irritable aura he had before was gone. Absolutely no idea where it went.

"Divine doctor, please save a friend of mine. The swordsman asked.

The old man's eyes sank, and the sound of the flute stopped abruptly. I saw that the fingers he was holding the flute pressed down hard, and the white was red.

A confident voice: "I know that if you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything, you two juniors must have something to ask me." ”

The corners of the swordsman's and Xiaoyaosheng's mouths rose slightly, he acquiesced in his identity.

The swordsman and Xiaoyaosheng hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you to the divine doctor......"

Before he finished speaking, the divine doctor waved his hand and interrupted the words of the two: "Don't be in a hurry to thank me first, I won't agree to say it again!"

Ahh

Xiaoyaosheng's etiquette became more and more thoughtful: "That companion is called a bone elf, and she often faints, especially recently, and she is directly unconscious, and only one breath remains. So, please ask the divine doctor to help save people!"

The swordsman pondered for a moment, thinking that the symptoms of the bone elf were more than these: "Also, she has been very sleepy for a while, and she has never had this kind of problem before. ”

The old man turned around and looked at the two people in front of him with sincere expressions, not like they were pretending, but really asking for him.

Moreover, he has been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, and he has never seen a patient with this kind of symptoms, and the more difficult and miscellaneous diseases that make everyone helpless, the more challenging it is for him.

The swordsman and the two are still worried about what if the divine doctor is unwilling to save people, then the bone elf is really only one death?

I didn't want to, but the miracle doctor readily agreed: "Where are the people?"

Xiaoyaosheng didn't react for a while, "Huh?"

The swordsman couldn't hide his joy, and directly slapped Xiaoyaosheng on his back with his hand, telling him to stop talking: "People are in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea." ”

But although the words are told the truth, this miracle doctor and Donghai can be regarded as having an old enmity, so shouldn't he really stop there!

The swordsman's worries were not superfluous, and sure enough, this divine doctor turned ugly after hearing the words "East China Sea Dragon Palace".

Otherwise, everyone says that if you talk too much, you will lose! The swordsman really regrets why he is so honest, if he hadn't said the East China Sea, maybe this miracle doctor would have been fooled into a thief ship.

However, after thinking about it, sooner or later he has to know, if he really doesn't want to go, he will still leave after all.