A group of rotating disciples sat around the campfires again, either closing their eyes or talking in low voices. The occasional sound of the pen, fun, and pavilion www.biquge.info campfire sets off the silence of the night sky.

At one of the corners of the station.

Looking at a bonfire from afar, Han Mengli leaned on the side of the tent and raised his neck to drink the bottle of potion.

The slightly astringent medicinal fragrance diffuses the air, which is the unique taste of the best condensation dew.

Han Mengli casually put the empty bottle aside, and did not ask about the origin of the potion. Just glanced at Su Jinge up and down, and said, "Is there anything I can do?" ”

"Huh?" Su Jinge didn't follow this girl's brain circuit for a while, and was stunned for a moment before he realized that the other party was asking himself what she could help with this strange situation.

Two shallow dimples appeared on Su Jinge's cheeks, "You're still the same." What about a few more words? ”

Han Mengli was silent, only looking at the cluster bonfires in the distance.

At the nearest campfire, several disciples were sharing a sand potato. It is said to be a potato, but it is actually the rhizome of a sandy plant, and it has only a slight sweetness. Food was scarce in the desert, and most of the supplies carried by the various factions were medicines. The food of these stationed disciples is Bigu Dan, which is like chewing wax.

This kind of sand potato does not fill the stomach and is not beneficial to spiritual practice. But that little bit of sweetness made several disciples smile from the bottom of their hearts. Maybe the sweetness doesn't matter, the important thing is the feeling of sharing a little luck with each other in this desert battlefield.

Han Mengli looked at it for a long time, and suddenly said, "Am I not very unlikable." ”

"You're not a spirit stone either."

This answer made Han Mengli choked.

Before the end of Su Jinge's previous sentence was finished, he suddenly sat up straight as if he had thought of something, and said with some hesitation: "You, is it someone who admires something?" ”

Thinking of the strange behavior of knowing that he was not a real person before, Su Jinge instantly felt bad. It's ....... The thought came to mind, and the cold hairs on his body stood up.

The Zhongyuan Continent is different from the world in her previous life, where master and apprentice love each other is equivalent to blood relatives, and it is not tolerated in the world.

Zhifei Zhenren is extremely talented, and his person is also chic and elegant, as bright as a jade tree. It is indeed a heart-warming capital. Could it be that Han Mengli, this girl, really gave birth to that forbidden mind, so she knew that she was not a real person and avoided it. Because she knew that she had been avoiding her, she suddenly asked this kind of question.

In a short period of time, Su Jinge quickly made up the cause and effect of the antecedents. And when Han Mengli said such a miraculous guess, the full melancholy in her heart flew away in an instant. Seeing her face changing rapidly, a long-lost sense of powerlessness rose from the bottom of her heart.

Feeling this once extremely familiar feeling, Han Mengli was stunned, and suddenly laughed.

Looking at her rare smile, Su Jinge's scalp was numb. Could this be a smile that reminds me of my sweetheart?!

Clearing his throat, Su Jinge said tentatively: "What kind of person is the other party?" ”

Han Mengli just glanced at her without saying a word, took out a cotton bag from the storage bag and handed it to Su Jinge.

The bag is full of spirit fruits, and the color is green and blue, and they are round and lovely.

Su Jinge reached out and took out two of them, put them to his lips and bit them gently. The slightly cool flesh turns into a sweet and sour fragrance between the teeth and cheeks and flows into the throat. Su Jinge narrowed his eyes slightly, "Where did you come from?" ”

Han Mengli also reached out and took one out, "I didn't finish eating it." ”

Some things are delicious because there are people to share them, otherwise no matter how delicious they are, they are not much different from Bigudan. Looking at the cheerful Su Jinge who was holding a spirit fruit in his left and right hands on the side, Han Mengli silently pushed the bag of fruit to her side.

Looking up, the stars above the dome were surprisingly bright. Separated by the barrier and the heavy tents, the wind and sand almost disappeared gently. The crackling of a campfire in the distance rang out occasionally, and the indistinct whispers of his fellow disciples came into his ears vaguely.

The corners of Han Mengli's lips curled slightly. It turned out that the night of the West Wilderness Station was like this.

Su Jinge finished gnawing the two fruits in his hand, and when he was about to continue to ask, he found that Han Mengli had fallen asleep at some point.

This kind of cultivation maniac would actually waste time sleeping?!

Su Jinge was stunned for a moment, and when she saw that she was sleeping soundly, she didn't make any more sounds. Knowing that the monk was in good health, he went into the tent and took a thin blanket and put it over her. He also leaned on the tent, pinching a fruit and nibbling it. The distant firelight stained their bodies a faint orange.

At the dawn of the morning, the campfires in the station burned out the last of their heat, leaving wisps of white smoke to disperse in the ashes. The disciples who were guarding the campfire gathered one after another, preparing to enter the battlefield to replace the same sect that went up last night.

In a tent on the east side of the station, the wind left and the blanket curtain came out, raising his hand and throwing the newly placed ritual weapon into the air.

The brand-new white jade boat rose into the air leisurely, glowing with a warm luster in the morning light.

Feng Li fell in the air a few times, and saw Qingwei Zhenjun also flying in the air with an inkstone-shaped magic weapon, standing westward and looking at the battlefield as if thinking.

The wind drove Yuzhou to lean towards Qingwei Zhenjun, "Disciple Wuwei, I have seen Uncle Qingwei." ”

"Wuwei is a nephew." Qingwei Zhenjun only looked at the wind and left, then turned around and continued to look in the direction of the battlefield.

Feng Liluo followed Qingwei Zhenjun's gaze, and did not find any difference between the Western Wilderness Battlefield and the past.

"Does Master Wuwei feel that there is no difference from before you left?"

Feng Liluo looked at the Western Wilderness battlefield again, and said, "There is indeed no difference. This situation has been maintained for more than three years. ”

Qingwei Zhenjun nodded and said, "It's too calm." ”

Compared with the fierce advances and retreats of the two sides in the past few decades, the stable situation in the past three years has indeed been too calm. There is a calming smell of wind and rain.

The two of them stood in the air, both thoughtful.

In the station below, a group of foundation building disciples were pouring a large number of supplies on the ground to count, and after repeated confirmation, they put them into storage bags.

Feng Liluo looked at it for a while, as if he remembered something, and turned to Qingwei Zhenjun and said, "The disciple suddenly remembered something and retired first. ”

Qingwei Zhenjun stroked his beard, looked at the disciples who were counting the supplies, and said with a smile: "But go and ask Senior Sister Mingxin if she went to the Baihuamen station with them?" ”

Feng Liluo said: "Exactly." ”

What is the big move of banishing the stream, the current situation is unclear, the sooner the seal in Su Jinge's body and the karmic fire red lotus are resolved, the better.

Qingwei Zhenjun said: "This matter has sent Songfeng to convey Senior Sister Mingxin. You can go over there with Benjun. ”

The place that Qingwei Zhenjun's gaze showed was the place where he was exiled from the Jian Realm Gate. The wind left and fell, and together with Qingwei Zhenjun, he opened the enchantment and flew towards the gate of the realm.

In the corner of the station, a child with a bun walked through the heavy tents and found Su Jinge in the early morning light.

"Disciple Songfeng has seen Mingxin Zhenren."

Xu saw that Han Mengli on the side was still asleep, and Songfeng's voice was very soft.

"Uncle Xu will lead a team to the Baihuamen station to exchange supplies this afternoon, I wonder if it is convenient for real people to go with Uncle Xu?"

Songfeng is Qingwei Zhenjun's Taoist child, and Su Jinge knows that this is the fact that Qingwei Zhenjun is hanging the seal in his body. smiled and said: "I have to tell you, I have nothing to do here." ”

Song Feng said: "Then the disciple will go to find Uncle Xu." The camp of the real man is placed in the east of the camp of the true king, and the camp of the real man is not in the west. Wuwei real people hung a blue tassel on the door of the real person's tent, and the real person knew it at first sight. ”

Matsukaze said and saluted again, turned around and walked back to the heavy tent.

Su Jinge turned his head again and saw that Han Mengli behind him had woken up and was looking at her with a pair of emotionless eyes. The morning breeze gently stirred her robe, and for some reason it suddenly gave rise to a sense of loneliness.

Su Jinge leaned over to her, "When will you go to the battlefield again?" ”

"The next shift will be two days away."

Su Jinge took out the two pieces of jade slips given by Tianying Zhenjun from his satchel and said, "If you have nothing to do in the past two days, can you help me transcribe some things?" ”

Han Mengli said, "Okay." He took the jade and stood up and walked back to the depths of the station, "I'll go look for pen and paper." ”

"Hey." Su Jinge stiffened his outstretched arm in vain and muttered, "I'm not done." ”

The tents in the station are scattered and layered, and it is really like a maze in it. When Su Jinge flew up, Han Mengli didn't know which tent he had entered.

Remembering the abnormality of Han Mengli's words last night, Su Jinge muttered all the way to find his tent.

The turquoise tassel hung on the white tent was particularly conspicuous, and sure enough, Su Jinge could see it very easily.

Only then did he fall from the sky, and he saw a somewhat familiar figure running towards him.

Su Jinge stopped in front of the felt curtain for a moment, and when the figure got closer, he finally recognized that it was Qi Shenyan with two beards.