"What is this?" Yan Jiu stared at with wide eyes, a look of curiosity, and reached out to snatch the black tower in Fang Yang's hand as he spoke.

She giggled and was full of fun.

Fang Yang's head became bigger and bigger, and his face turned a little blue.

I tried to pour the true qi into the black tower, trying to arouse the movement of this spiritual treasure, but half a minute passed, and it was still lifeless and black, completely missing the agility of the old immortal master when he held it in his hand.

Full of disappointment, I can only carry this thing in my arms.

At this moment, the little girl was on her tiptoes, reaching out to pull her hair, like an active urchin.

Fang Yang didn't bother in anger, he directly slapped her flesh palm away, ignored the girl's aggrieved gaze, leaned down, and bowed his back.

"Come up!"

The girl nodded obediently, realizing that she might have made "Daddy" angry, so she lowered her little head and didn't dare to say a word.

Carrying her, fortunately, it was not heavy, Fang Yang's actions were not greatly affected, and after blessing the true qi on his limbs, the whole person was still light.

On tiptoe, he jumped up and sprinted down the mountain again.

As time passed, the trail narrowed and the road became steeper.

The cold wind blew on the face like a sharp knife.

In the bumping, the girl was very quiet, her hands firmly wrapped around Fang Yang's neck, her face was already pale from the cold, and she could only bury it in his shoulders.

There were no timekeeping tools, no sun and moon to refer to, only darkness and crimson, relying on consciousness to identify foreign objects.

After a long journey, Fang Yang's perception was almost numb, and only the occasional clammy and cold air poured into his nasal cavity would make him briefly gain clarity and realize that he seemed to be alive.

It's an indescribable experience, like being left in a claustrophobic confinement room, and many people feel lost if they stay for a long time.

Along the way, sometimes through the dense forest, there is no shortage of encounters with ghosts, but most of them retreat after feeling the breath on his body, and occasionally encounter more powerful ones, which are also solved by him with the air of imperial qi.

Whew.

Heavy breathing, eyes focused.

Ahead, a tall waterfall appeared, and there was a stream.

Fang Yang slowly stopped, looked inward, and found that a quarter of the true qi in the sea of qi had been consumed.

At the same time, I was surprised and a little depressed.

This deer dwarf mountain is indeed tall and steep, and it can be listed as a place of pilgrimage in the classics, which shows that it is extraordinary.

From the time I walked out of the Taoist courtyard and hurried to the present, it may have been two or three days.

Standing on top of the open mountain bag, I looked up and saw that the top of the mountain was already hidden in the clouds.

"Probably not far from the foot of the mountain. ”

I exhaled a breath, and the tiredness dissipated a lot.

At this moment, he felt his neck tighten, and a pair of hands hung on his chest, wrapped very hard.

Fang Yang's expression was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted, he was still carrying someone on his back, and after a long time of hurrying, his mind was almost completely empty, and he almost forgot the existence of the other party at this time.

When he put the girl down, he found that her face was a little pale, apparently blown by the cold wind along the way, but now she came to the bottom of the cliff sheltered from the wind, and began to gradually regain her ruddyness.

After all, he is a monk, and although his memory is gone, his strength is still there.

Fang Yang didn't speak, she didn't dare to gnaw, she just pursed her lips, looking very unhappy, looking down at her toes, and sometimes raised her eyes to look at Fang Yang.

Walking to the side of the stream, Fang Yang took a look at his current image.

The original snow-white shirt has been dyed black all the way through, covered with mud and water, and many places have been cut by thorns.

"Sit down, here, don't run around!"

Pointing to a big rock by the stream, looking at the girl, Fang Yang said.

His tone involuntarily took on a bit of coldness and unquestionable taste.

Fang Yang didn't know what kind of mentality he had, maybe he felt that the other party was a drag oil bottle and was dissatisfied with her, or maybe it was what happened on the mountain, "Yan Jiuyue" used himself with a revenge mentality at this time.

"Daddy, Yan'er......"

The girl is still an acting school, and there was a splash in her eyes, and she immediately pulled out a crying voice, wanting to sell miserable sympathy, but as soon as the voice came out, she could only silence the fierce gaze of Yang above, snorted, and carefully walked to the boulder and sat down.

Fang Yang exhaled, then turned around and took off his shirt.

It can be seen that the wounds on his body that were originally dense have scabbed over at this time, and even the hole wounds on his chest and abdomen have been healing little by little, but the wounds have not been cleaned, and the black dead skin and flesh have begun to rot, and there are bursts of stinging pain, which is why he will stop and rest.

As soon as his mind moved, the true qi was externalized, and he directly rolled up the water curtain in the stream and pulled it in.

The cold water washed over his body, and Fang Yang suddenly felt a burst of clarity.

Quickly cleaned the wound, and after the shirt was clear, he dried it with true qi and put it back on, and then walked back to the girl.

I decided to hurry down the mountain and not delay for a moment.

After the limelight, he will first find a secluded place to hide, and then according to the old immortal master's wishes, he will send Yan Jiujiu to Yaoguo, and then he will be completely free.

Plug-in body, start into shape, plus face value, when the time comes, I won't accept a thousand harems and 10,000 servants, I'm sorry for this crossing.

"Let's go. ”

Not much polite, Fang Yang grabbed the girl's arm and wanted to take her up.

"Wow......"

Suddenly, tears flowed out of the little girl's eyes as if they had broken threads.

The cry was not small, startling the jackdaws in the treetops.

Like a lost child, the voice is helpless and pitiful, and the listener feels sorry for the listener.

"Silence!"

Fang Yang didn't eat this set, raised his index finger, and his tone implied warning.

For bear children, his consistent style is to use violence without hesitation.

It's useless to be cute!

Crying, beating and that's it.

"Daddy, you've changed...... You don't hurt Yan'er anymore, woo woo......" The little girl's voice choked, wiping her tears while crying.

"Silence!" Seeing that her voice was getting louder and louder, Fang Yang was a little weak-hearted, a little afraid of attracting ambushes.

"Wow. ”

The intimidation seemed useless, and her voice was amplified again, almost piercing the sky.

"Aren't you okay not crying?" Seeing this, Fang Yang hurriedly softened his tone.

"No!" the girl shook her head stiffly.

More than ten minutes later.

It was completely quiet.

Lying on Fang Yang's back, the girl was holding two golden wild fruits in her hands, one in her mouth, and her cheeks were bulging.

Fang Yang exhaled, instantly relieved.

Step out, directly cast a large instant, repeating four or five times.

Immediately after that, luck ran again.

About two or three hours passed.

As you walk along the river, the surroundings begin to open up gradually.

A faint blue moon in the sky slowly peeked out of the red clouds.

There was a strange silence between heaven and earth, standing at the foot of the mountain, Fang Yang raised his eyes and looked around.

In the darkness, all I could hear was the breathing of the girl on my back.

Squinting at the lens of the line of sight, he now had four or five clusters of points of light.

Slightly vigilant, he probed his consciousness towards the light source.

"Daddy, where are we going?" the girl rubbed her eyes, she had already woken up from sleep on Fang Yang's back.

"Shhhhhhh

In the perception, four or five miles away, five cloth-clothed men with oil lamps were found.