In the evening, it suddenly began to rain heavily.

Feng Ning and the two had no choice, so they had to find a cave to shelter from the rain.

The cave was halfway up a cliff, and despite the heavy rain outside, the cave was dry, with some clean straw in the corner.

If the cave is at the foot of the mountain, Feng Ning doesn't think it's strange, but it's halfway up the mountain.

Here, ordinary people can't get in, so why would the monk put a pile of grass here?

After scanning the cave a few times with his divine sense, and after making sure that there was no danger, he let the mist rest on the haystack, and Feng Ning meditated cross-legged on the spot.

I don't know when I fell asleep.

I vaguely heard a small ringing in her ears, someone put a dress on her, and as soon as her heart warmed, she fell into a dream.

Feng Ning found himself standing, a space where there was nothing, only a fog, he took a few steps forward, he didn't touch anything under his feet, he didn't feel the storage of the ground, he took a deep breath, but he didn't inhale anything.

I was shocked in my heart, and my spiritual power couldn't work, so I pinched myself hard, but I didn't feel any pain.

Where is this? Is it dreaming? Why do you have such strange dreams?

Feng Ning clenched the Broken Mind Sword and looked around quietly, when suddenly the space fluctuated violently, and he was about to pull out the Broken Mind Sword, but found that the Broken Mind Sword was missing.

Feng Ning looked at his hand blankly, on his slender fingers, the blood vessels spread, slowly becoming transparent, not only the hand, but also the body gradually disappeared, and it seemed that it would immediately merge with the surrounding white mist

"Master!" Feng Ning screamed.

The fluctuations in the space stopped instantly, and the white mist disappeared without a trace, revealing the sky and grass.

One qiē becomes normal.

A stone table appeared in front of him, and a person sat on a stone bench with his back to her, and Feng Ning walked directly towards the person.

Dressed in a plain white robe, his long hair was still tied up with a ribbon at will, draped over his shoulders, and there was a very familiar sense of oppression on his body, even if he didn't look at his face, Feng Ning knew who he was.

"Master." Feng Ning walked over and sat down on the stone bench next to him.

Maybe it's the relationship in the dream, or maybe it's the heart that can't hate this person, so she forgets the unhappiness she had a while ago.

Yu Changshu is still the most respected master in Feng Ning's heart.

Yu Changshu looked at her with a smile, a gentle smile, and a suffocating handsome face.

For some reason, the tears of Feng Ning, uncontrollably, flowed out.

"Don't cry." Yu Changshu doted on her and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Master is waiting for you at Yushan Peak, come back when you are tired." ”

Feng Ning's gaze stayed on him, motionless, silent for a moment, and suddenly hugged him, and cried out loud 'wow'.

Yu Changshu gently, patted her back, the smell of his body, the wind condensed and smelled very relieved, he was tired of crying, so he slept in his arms with peace of mind.

Yu Changshu bent down, laid the wind flat, and faced himself. Looking at her, there was still a tear-stained little face, lowered his head, and sucked the tears into his mouth, a little astringent, and a little bitter.

Frowning slightly, he put his chin on her face, rubbing back and forth gently, his eyes wandering, as if he was thinking about something

After a while, he stopped, raised Feng Ning's hand, looked at it carefully, flipped her arm over, put his lips on hers, and sucked gently.

Feng Ning snorted and moved, as if uncomfortable, and flicked his arm.

Yu Changshu's eyes were cold, and he suddenly bit down hard.

"Ahh Feng Ning sat up painfully.

Frightened to sweat, he calmed down, found that he was still in the cave, and breathed a sigh of relief, and saw the mist lying next to him, sleeping soundly.

The straw in the cave was gone, and he carefully used his divine sense to sweep the cave several times, but there was still nothing abnormal.

Feng Ning got up and walked to the entrance of the cave, the rain outside had stopped, the twilight had faded, and the day was almost dawn.

Thinking back to the dream just now, there was no irritability in my heart.

"Go back when you're tired."

Didn't he really know why he left the Lingshan Sect? Did he really think that she was just out to have fun?

Anyway, have you been dreaming more and more recently, are you really too tired?

"Ahh

The screams of the fog were heard.

Feng Ning quickly ran back to the cave and saw a snake spitting its poisonous tongue at the mist.

"Don't move." Feng Ning said to her softly.

Cautiously moving to her side, the snake moved and flew towards the mist.

Feng Ning drew out the Broken Mind Sword.

Before the fog could react, there was only half a snake left in front of him

The morning light shone on the figures of the two girls, and the air after the rain was particularly fresh.

"Wind Condensation." The mist suddenly grabbed Feng Ning's arm.

Because he was unprepared, the Broken Mind Sword trembled.

"What's the matter, we're still in heaven?" Feng Ning stabilized the Broken Mind Sword before turning back to speak to the Misty Breath.

Mist Breath pointed at Feng Ning's arm, very surprised, "Why is there a row of tooth marks on your arm?" ”

"Tooth marks?" Feng Ning turned his head and looked at his arm.

It's the place that was bitten by Yu Changshu in a dream, wasn't it a dream last night?

The Broken Mind Sword stumbled, and the two of them almost rolled off.

"Does it hurt? Was it in a cave to be bitten by a spirit animal? ”

"Hmm"

"What kind of spirit animal, like a human tooth print?"

"Probably a goo-goo." Feng Ning gritted his teeth and said.

The Gollum Beast, a spirit animal with a cute but ugly voice, has the only advantage of its appearance is that it has a beautiful mouthful of teeth

Lingshan Sect, Royal Mountain Peak.

A handsome figure walked slowly from the fog, the smile on his face was soft and warm, but it made people ignore the oppression around him.

How many years have passed, and the scenery here has hardly changed in any way.

The only change is that the male cultivator's face is no longer an indifferent expression, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, as if something pleasant has happened.

"The West?"

He stretched out his hand and drew an arc in the air, and the fog dispersed, and the sun shone down, and occasionally a few birds flew by, singing a beautiful tune

The closer you get to the west, the worse the environment becomes, the trees seem to be afraid of this place, and no longer grow here, and the few green sticks scattered except for the rocks are yellow sand.

There was less moisture in the air, and there was a smell of blood, and for a long time they hadn't seen the town.

When they saw a city and appeared, their eyes immediately lit up, and they found it at the first time.

"Feng Ning, there's a city ahead?" The mist breathed out happily, and if it wasn't for standing on the spirit sword, it was estimated that he would be able to jump.

They saw only a small dot in the distance, and when they got closer, they realized that this city was bigger than anything they had seen along the way.

The tower in the center of the city, towering into the sky, is a vast complex of buildings below, and the outermost is a high wall, which encloses the whole city.

Look, huge and weird.