Song Wanling walked forward, her eyes were quiet, and her picturesque eyebrows and eyes were stretched.

I'm bored with being in contact with a person, even if it's a sister of the same race and has an extraordinary affection, so why force myself.

It seems that fate is coming to an end.

She has a clear conscience.

Passing through the bustling market, the avenue is paved, and the road is passed by monks in different costumes.

Some are wounded, and some are smiling and seem to have gained a lot.

At the end of the avenue there is a large barrier, there are few monks, and the vast mountains are dark green, which is the outer edge of the vast forest.

The surrounding woods are dense and lush, with branches and foliage covering the sky and the sun.

Song Wanyue walked away defensively, she was only here for the second time, and she still set up a team last time, but she only went a little ahead.

Even if there were more than ten monks in the group, and there were six layers of qi cultivation to lead the way, they still didn't dare to go far, but what she gained was what she had added in the past half a month.

"There's a big bush in front of you, and there's a cave in front of you, and I've heard of a yellow-spotted tiger haunting there before."

Song Wanyue said in a deep voice.

Feeling the other party's nervousness and a little expectation, Song Wanling nodded, and at the same time, the fingers that were about to be raised were quietly withdrawn.

The two of them walked forward cautiously, the leaves covering the ground, and the light and shadow were faint.

Seeing that Song Wanling was wearing a long skirt, she didn't seem to come out to hunt, but a young lady raised in a deep boudoir.

Song Wanyue's eyes drooped slightly, watching her walk further and further, and her slender figure seemed to be grabbed by the sharp claws of the leaves that swayed in the wind and looked like a devil.

Her heart was beating faster and faster, and it seemed like it was about to pop out of her throat.

Just then, a voice rang out.

She was already highly focused, and her body jumped up violently, her hand grabbed her neck, the long sword in her hand, and her eyes were sharp.

And Song Wanling just supervised a little lightly, her white palm poked out, and her slender wrist twisted slightly.

With a spiritual strike, the large jungle was cut away like an invisible sickle, and then I saw that Fang Cai's abnormal movement came from a pheasant with colorful feathers.

"This pheasant's aura is gradually forming a cycle, does Sister Yue need it?"

Song Wanling's delicate embroidered shoes stepped on the potholed mountains, but they were like walking on the ground.

Song Wanyue's heartbeat gradually subsided, and she stepped forward in a few steps, her black boots stepped on the place where Song Wanling walked and left shoe prints, and nodded with a complicated face.

"This pheasant beast has a small body, but it is comparable to a beast that is several times larger than it, if there is another fate, it must be able to become a low-level demon beast."

"Eating it can make Sister Yue's cultivation progress, and it won't be in vain."

Song Wanling smiled lightly.

In this interlude, Song Wanyue wanted to try again if she could get the other party to give her the jade bracelet, and even she could make a promise.

But the idea passed by, or gave up, and then said,

Her eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly, and a fine light swept through, but don't affect it later!

Song Wanling's eyes wandered, she glanced at her lightly, and was about to say continue to walk forward, raising her eyebrows.

"Sister Yue, wait a minute."

Without waiting for the other party to respond, he stepped on tiptoe and flew over the jungle in front of him, turning his body and disappearing.

Seeing only a little skirt, Song Wanyue was a little anxious, but it was really just that Song Wanling came back after a while.

In her hand, she carried a delicate bamboo basket with a small half basket of mountain fruits.

"Where did you get the basket?" Song Wanyue said strangely.

Song Wanling looked at her even more puzzled, "Storage bag." ”

"Oooh... I've been so busy for the past two days that I've forgotten..."Song Wanyue laughed dryly.

"Ling'er, you broke through to the fifth layer of qi cultivation in your early tens, and the reward given to you by the family."

Song Wanyue patted her forehead and said.

Song Wanling didn't think much about it, "This mountain fruit contains spiritual energy, and it is much more abundant than that of wild beasts.

Fang Cai wondered why ordinary pheasants were actually breaking through quickly, if these mountain fruits were gathered in a small basket, they could be exchanged for a spirit stone, but it was not unusual to see. ”

As she spoke, she took a cherry-sized fruit from the basket and wiped it with a handkerchief, and bit it into her lip.

The delicate lips are moistened by the pale white juice, which makes it even more delicate.

Song Wanyue licked her lips, she also felt thirsty, and unceremoniously took the bamboo basket handed by Song Wanling.

Looking at the total two kinds of fruits inside, one is the cherry-like but pale white fruit that Song Wanling ate.

One is larger and has a red body.

She wiped her hand, threw it into her mouth, and took a bite of the sweet juice, which was full of fragrance.

Song Wanling glanced at it, turned around, the slender jade fingers in the cuffs provoked, and the wisps of spiritual power condensed into a faint butterfly-like shape, floating to the front in the blink of an eye.

Following that spiritual power, you can vaguely perceive some of the previous situations.

After probing the place where Song Wanyue looked at the place just now, she turned around clearly.

But his expression changed violently, and he shouted in surprise:

"How did you eat both?"

"The red fruit is bigger, there is only a small shell inside, the skin looks thick but breaks when you bite it, and the taste is very good."

Song Wanyue glanced at Song Wanling, finished eating the red fruit, and then picked up the small pale white fruit and bit it into her mouth.

"Don't be so stingy, I'll come to this periphery from time to time in the future, and I'll give it back to you if I meet it again."

It's rare, but if you found it the first time you came, I'll find it in the future. ”

Song Wanyue stepped back, waved her hand and said absently.

Apricot eyes widened, and it took a while for Song Wanling to find her voice back.

"The two fruits can't be eaten together, even a monk will have abdominal cramps if they eat them together, and it will be difficult for the spiritual power to run after a while, and it will take a full ten days to recover."

Song Wanyue's hand shook, the fruit and bamboo basket rolled to the ground, and she glared at Song Wanling angrily.

"You're going to hurt me!"

"This is a specialty of Qingyuan City, not very precious but rare.

After the spiritual root was measured at the age of five, it was taught by a gentleman, and occasionally the guards of the vast mountains and forests would bring some back.

What everyone knows, how could I use it to harm you. ”

Song Wanling said with difficulty.

"Then why did you give me both fruits?" Song Wanyue clutched her stomach, which began to cramp, and said angrily with a pale face.

"You can't eat two fruits together, but they grow on the same tree one day apart.

I want you to eat one, and the other is to take back and eat tomorrow, which can increase some spiritual power, but I don't want you to ......"

"No, who are you!"

Song Wanling's eyes were obscure, and she scolded.

At the same time, she waved her hand, and the aqua blue long sword was held in her hand, and the sharp blade of the sword pointed directly at Song Wanyue.

"How could Sister Yue not know this, who are you!"

Song Wanyue couldn't stand anymore, she sat down on the ground, suddenly crossed her legs, and her spiritual power was running, trying to induce vomiting out of what she had eaten.

Song Wanling was about to faint when she saw it.

"What are you doing? If you eat both together, you will suffer at best, and there will be no great damage.

But once the spiritual power is used during this period, it will really be life-threatening, how can you not know about this?! ”

"Where did you hide Sister Yue?"

Saying that, she stepped forward quickly, slapped her palm on Song Wanyue's shoulder, and shouted loudly, her eyes like a sword.

The coercion of the eighth layer of Qi cultivation swept all over the body.

Originally, there was a stabbing pain in the abdomen, and as soon as the spiritual power was running, the whole body was dull and painful.

The chest was dull, and after being pressed by coercion, Song Wanyue spurted out a mouthful of blood and looked at Song Wanling in fear.

"I am Song Wanyue! Sister Ling, save me! ”

Song Wanling shouted angrily: "You still want to lie to me!"

How could Sister Yue not know this, I had a basket not long ago to eat with Sister Yue! ”

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