Under the thin snow cliff is a deep valley forest abyss, the ancient trees are towering to the sky, the tung shirt is hung with jade, between the silver wrapping, occasionally a few snow eagles cross by, the long wings are like the clouds hanging from the sky, the cry is melodious, the white tail and red feet fall on the ice floes on the lake, look at the two people who invade the water, and keep tilting their necks to watch.

The purple sun slowly fell, and when the snow shadow saw him, she spread her wings and flew away, leaving behind a pool of cold desolation and a few hasty footprints imprinted on the ice and snow.

Inside the ice lake, it was the unconscious little monk and Zhu Yifei, Ziyang sighed, stretched out his hand, and a golden light shot out from his fingertips, turning into a rope, wrapping around the bodies of the two and dragging them out of the ice cave.

Placing Huitong flat on the snow, I saw a little between his forehead, the golden seal of the word "swastika" Buddha was prosperous, and a strong breath burst out, enveloping the meridians of Huitong's body in an instant, slowly injecting energy and moisturizing the body.

Ziyang got up with Zhu Yifei in his arms, set up the clouds and flew away, when the little monk opened his eyes, he saw a rainbow light flashing into the sea of clouds, and he shook his head with a splitting headache, and it took a long time to wake up.

"Where's the witch?" Huitong searched left and right for a long time, and he didn't see a trace of hair, but he suddenly saw a fingertip-sized jade bead falling on the ice floe, and stepped forward to pick it up in two steps, and couldn't help but say angrily, "Okay, you Ziyang" After speaking, the body scattered the light of the Buddha of Sanding, and the clouds gathered under his feet, and he jumped on the spot, rose up, and flew towards the sky.

As the night deepened, a bonfire burned in a sunken cave, illuminating the dark walls, and the icicles on the roof of the cave were smoked by the heat, and the layer on the surface turned into water, dripping and falling on the hard, cold stone floor, splashing a little insignificant splash.

Ziyang picked up the flames, out of his mind, until there was a murmur beside him, he woke up, stretched out his hand, and a jade treasure bottle appeared in his palm, opened the lid, and dripped the fairy dew inside into his mouth.

"No, no, I don't want to die, I can't die, I want to go home, I want to go home" Zhu Yifei seemed to be like a dream, her limbs began to struggle, her hands and feet kept kicking, and she saw sweat in an instant.

"Fei'er, it's me, Master" Ziyang held her in her arms and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, until the corner of her eyes, only to find that she had shed tears.

"I can't die, I can't die, I can't die" She suddenly raised her voice, and blood marks like plum blossoms appeared on her forehead, and her body was hot, like a furnace, burning incomparably.

"Fei'er, quickly suppress yourself, you must not be controlled by the demons" Ziyang Jian's eyebrows furrowed, and he restrained his arms with one hand, so that one hand was against his lower abdomen, and slowly injected true spirit qi.

"If you want to kill me, hmph, it depends on whether you have the ability to do this" Zhu Yifei suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes were bloodshot, she waved her palms and slapped Ziyang's chest fiercely, her whole body suddenly flew up, her limbs were like apes, climbing on top of the uneven stone wall, turning her head to look at Ziyang, facing the fierce light of the building, sneering again and again.

"Fei'er" Ziyang didn't notice such a change in her, and this palm was unexpected, and a white lotus on his left shoulder fell to the ground, turning into a puff of white smoke and disappearing without a trace.

Raising his palm to wipe away a trace of blood from the corner of his lips, Ziyang stood up, stepped forward a few steps, the golden light on his fingertips flashed slightly, and a talisman was attached to the middle of Zhu Yifei's back, her limbs were weak, and she fell from the top of the cave with a sigh.

Ziyang took her into her arms, and saw that she closed her eyes again, her face was pale, the spiritual breath on her body was intermittent, as if there was nothing, and her heart seemed to be cut by a thousand knives, all kinds of tastes, I don't know what to do.

"I, no, can, die," she said forcefully word by word with her eyes closed.

"Fei'er, I'm here, you won't die" Ziyang spread out his palm, summoned the snow lotus, raised it to his lips, and sucked it slightly, and a jade-white spiritual breath drilled out of Ziyang's mouth from the lotus heart, slowly gathering in a ball, until it condensed into a jade-white lotus bead.

The snow lotus withered and fell to the ground, Ziyang bowed his head, attached the cherry lips that he thought about in the morning, and slowly pushed the lotus bead in his mouth into it with the help of his own Xuanqing Halal Qi, and helped it to transform into the eight veins of the Qi Sutra and flow into the dantian.

When the little monk came in from outside the cave, he saw this scene, he was stunned, stretched out his hand and pointed at Ziyang, and was speechless.

"You're chasing me very fast" Ziyang raised his head expressionlessly, hugged the woman in his arms tightly, as if he was his natal magic weapon, set up the immortal magic light, protected his body, and said lightly.

"Aren't you in retreat in the Immortal Realm? How did you come down to the mortal world? "The 'swastika' charm between the forehead of Huitong flickered and flickered, the golden light around the body, the Buddha's breath was rich, and the place where he stepped on it was like a spring breeze, the snow melted away, the fresh grass was overgrown, and all things were full of vitality.

"I calculated that Fei'er was in trouble, so I couldn't rest assured" Ziyang lowered his eyebrows, and for some reason, he suddenly felt that the letter hidden by him in his arms became more and more hot.

"Don't worry, I'm here" The little monk sighed, not knowing what to say.

"Well, I'll go back to the fairy realm, you take care of her for me, and don't tell her that I've been here" Ziyang closed his eyes, stood up, put down the woman in his arms carefully, and gently brushed her clothes and long hair.

"You go quickly, now that the rush is imminent, if you are not careful, I am afraid that the cultivation will be ruined, and also, you have to hide from the love calamity, how long can you hide" Huitong looked at Ziyang, saw him looking down at a strand of hair wrapped around his fingertips, and softly comforted.

"How long can you hide? If you can......... A sigh overflowed, and Ziyang's figure gradually faded, and in a moment, the golden light flashed, and then disappeared.

Huitong's fingertips were a little between his eyebrows, the golden "swastika" charm disappeared, and he sat silently beside Zhu Yifei, and began to look at the bonfire in a daze.

When Zhu Yifei woke up, he saw the icicles dripping above his head, he was a little shaken, and moved his wrist slightly, only to feel as if he was seriously ill, weak, and his mouth was dry.

The little monk opened his eyes, saw her wake up, and smiled slightly: "But there is still discomfort?" Let's drink this first," he said, opening the jade porcelain bottle left by Ziyang, helping her up again, and carefully feeding the fairy dew.

"It feels so much better, how did you end up here? Also, where is this? Zhu Yifei stood up, the leader was a little dizzy, and after adjusting his true qi a little, he eased up, and suddenly felt that his mana was a little weak, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

"This is the bottom of the thin snow cliff, your body has been partially refined, the Yuan Shen is too seriously injured and needs to recuperate, and I still use less spells recently" The little monk stood up, slapped the white clothes, grabbed her waist with one hand and said, "I'll take you up first"

After speaking, without waiting for Zhu Yifei's reaction, he jumped up, the Buddha's breath burst out, protected the two of them, and the clouds gathered under his feet, and flew into the air in an instant.

Falling on the thin snow cliff again, and seeing the marks of thunder on the solid stone cliff, he remembered what happened before, and said to Hui Dao: "What about the White Lotus Immortal?" ”

Huitong licked his lips, it was hard to say that he was fed to you by Ziyang, so he smiled: "I ate it"

Zhu Yifei was a little speechless, she also knew the problem of this little monk, so she said: "We have to go back to Qingzhou sooner, and now I don't know how long it has been, what is going on over there."

The little monk nodded, looked at a piece of mulberry not far away, and said, "It's March now, presumably they shouldn't be in Qingzhou."

"What? March? Zhu Yifei found out that when she came to Kunlun Peak, her eyes were all pink and jade, but now, she saw the green and green, especially under the Kunlun Mountains, a large area of lush and thin green is covered with each other, and it has been a lot of time.

"We have to go back quickly" twisted his fingers, put his thumb on top of his index finger, and felt a tingling pain in his eyes, knowing that he couldn't even perform divination, shook his head, and said hurriedly.

The little monk bowed his head, grabbed his waist, soared into the air, and between sunrise and sunset, he came to the back garden of the Han Wangfu in Qingzhou City.

Han Zhe is no longer in Qingzhou City, but led the army to surround the city of Kyoto, it has been more than half a month of marching, and now only Zhou He is guarding Qingzhou City, this box has just received the news, that is, King Han was defeated, and King Wei was captured by good soldiers, and he was hanging on the wall of Kyoto to expose himself to humiliation.

Zhu Yifei took the little monk to Kyoto overnight, came to the barracks position, and saw that it was in chaos, and Han Zhe, who had a depressed face, was helpless with a group of dejected lieutenant generals, and suddenly heard that the little soldiers came to report, saying that a monk and a woman came from outside the camp, and he was immediately stunned in place.

When he heard about the good deeds, he was overjoyed, and hurriedly greeted him, seeing that Zhu Yifei and the little monk, who had really disappeared for more than five months, were filled with joy and sorrow for a while, and almost shed tears.

Zhu Yifei walked into the military tent, and saw that the bodies of Hazelnut Child and others were still well preserved, his wrists shook slightly, and several people were subsumed into the body, and after a few long sighs and short sighs, they all stood up and moved their muscles and bones.

Wang Shi, Hazelnut Child and Lu Qian, seeing Zhu Yifei's ugly face, felt a little clear in his heart, thinking that when she was a fairy sacrifice to the demon flag, the three Yuan Shen were also trapped in it, if it weren't for her six Yuan Shen desperately fighting each other, there would not be any intact three people now, this box, all kneeling on the ground, kowtowing.

"You don't have to wait for the three of you, I'm now out of mana, I need to recuperate, you must do your best to assist the crown prince Han Wang to capture Kyoto and rescue Chilian, if there is a way that can't be broken, don't worry, after I get out of the customs, I will solve it"

"Obey the fairy's order" Hazelnut Child Zhang Yao, Wang Shi, and Lu Qian kowtowed several times, and got up to leave.

Han Zhe was overjoyed, and he wanted to say a thousand words, seeing that her face was really haggard, he also wanted to ask more, but he could only follow the confusion in his heart, and ordered the servants to take care of him, and vacated his tent, and arranged for the soldiers on guard not to disturb, so he reluctantly left.

The little monk also lives alone in a tent, in addition to eating and drinking every day, he walks around, sometimes looks at the light of a few wisps of gold dust floating on Zhu Yifei's tent, sighs, and continues to eat, drink and have fun, as if he is completely idle and moth-eaten.

Seven or eight days after this set, the spiritual breath in the dantian is gradually abundant, the seven Dan recovers, and the Yuan Shen is becoming more and more clear, suddenly one day, the ears sound of whining and sorrow, like a dragon and snake singing, Luan Feng cries, the heart moves slightly, a Yuan Shen out of the body, flew out of the tent, followed the cry to chase, all the way to the Kunlun vein between a mountain forest.

"Where is this?" Zhu Yifei looked up at the tung tree shirt forest within a radius of ten miles, which seemed to be quite inconsistent with the snow, and the cry came from the depths of the forest.

Passing through the jungle, the mourning gradually became clear, and a circle of gravel piles appeared in front of me, and from a distance, this scene was a little familiar.

"Millennial Snow Pool?" Zhu Yifei exclaimed, only then did he remember that his life-saving benefactor was still there, and he must have missed himself, so he spread the sound for thousands of miles.

I was overjoyed in my heart, and flew to the edge of the pool in an instant, but I saw a ray of sunlight through the jungle and fell into the clear pool water, a snow-white beast head stood upright on its back, it closed its eyes, motionless, only when she stepped on the thin snow that fell into the pool startled the way, and then it shook slowly.

"What's wrong with you?" Sensing that something was wrong with it, Zhu Yifei was about to reach out to touch its head, when her fingertips just touched the cold pool water, and suddenly she was hit by a fairy light, and the original spirit instantly returned to her body.

"Ah" A woman's sorrow suddenly sounded in the tent, and the dry food in the hands of the startled little monk fell to the ground, and before he had time to pick it up, he got up and walked through the tent, and went directly into Zhu Yifei's tent, but saw her sitting cross-legged on the soft couch, her lips were stained with blood, her shoulders trembled, and she couldn't stop crying, and she was grief-stricken.

"Demon girl, what's wrong with you, are you going crazy, sober up" The little monk hurriedly stepped forward and was about to help, but saw his sandalwood mouth slightly open, spit out three mouthfuls of blood one after another, dyed his white clothes red, and then, hatefully said to the void: "It's all my fault, wait for me to avenge you"