The surroundings quieted down, the thick clouds on the horizon gradually dispersed, and the sun shone on the canyon that had not been clear for 10,000 years. Feng Jiu felt a warm current flowing around her body, flowing through every branch of her limbs, making her itch and a little weak when she collided. Donghua removed the immortal mist magic weapon, glanced at the people under his feet, and pulled her away after saying a casual word. She followed him without saying a word, and seemed to be still immersed in the scene. Donghua didn't speak, and took her to appear in a spacious and outrageous military tent. A faint scent of herbs made Feng Jiu can't help but sneeze.

"It's coming pretty fast."

The sound of this wandering...... Feng Jiu raised his head suddenly, and sure enough, he saw that the folded face god with his hands folded on his back turned out leisurely from behind a screen.

Standing in front of the huge medicine furnace in the tent, he looked the two people in front of him up and down, and sighed lightly with a warm face, "I just said that the nine girls are protected by someone, and there is no need to toss me all the way over." ”

Feng Jiu stepped forward with an arrow, tugged at his sleeve and said hurriedly: "Little uncle, you can show Donghua quickly, he blocked three heavenly thunders for me, and now it hurts, you quickly give him some solid original pain-relieving pills, quick!" ”

Zhen Yan raised his eyebrows and glanced at Feng Jiu, who was pulling his sleeve with an impatient face, and said inexplicably: "It's just three heavenly thunders, you treat him so unscrupulously?" ...... year"

"Ahem," Donghua stroked his chest and coughed lightly twice, Feng Jiu hurriedly helped him sit on the nearest pear wood chair, while helping him stroke his back and smoothing his breath, while urging Zhenyan, "Little uncle, come and take a look, this is not an ordinary thunder, you ......"

Zhen Yan had no choice but to interrupt her directly, "I know, I know," he slowly stepped forward to catch Donghua's pulse, and read to himself: "I was urged by your uncle first, and I was urged by you when I came, and you are very good at urging people." After probing for a while, he glanced at Donghua with disgust, flicked his sleeves and left his hand, and said to Feng Jiu: "The breath is a little messy, but it didn't hurt Xianyuan," he took out a brocade box from his arms and handed it to Feng Jiu, "Take it, take one pill every four hours, and raise it for a month, it's no big deal." ”

Feng Jiu stared at him with wide eyes, "Do you still need to raise a month?" Isn't that serious? ”

Zhen Yan glanced at Donghua with disdain and cleared his throat, "I inherited three heavenly thunders on your behalf, that is, if you meet me, you can let him be raised in a month." If you are someone else, you are afraid that you will have to serve him for a year! ”

Feng Jiu looked at Zhen Yan's face, and took the pill with his hands and feet. She knows the temper of this phoenix, she never cares about idle things, and she doesn't deal with Donghua very well, this time she can come to be a military doctor, presumably her uncle knows that she has to go through calamities before letting him help her, she must be grateful and can't mess with this old phoenix in heaven and earth except her uncle no one dares to mess with.

Seeing that Donghua had taken the pill, Feng Jiu turned around and wanted to thank Zhenyan, only to see him hand a golden pill in front of her, "Eat it." You can be more comfortable. ”

Feng Jiu thanked him again and again. Fang Cai only cared about Donghua, and forgot for a moment that he was also weak. However, the medicine that folds the face is indeed a good thing, and the entrance will melt into the blood of the square inch, and the qi and blood around the body will run smoothly in an instant, and the fluttering immortal that mortals say is probably like this. Feng Jiu sat quietly in the chair next to him, accompanying Donghua to breathe. Zheyan glanced at them, pursed his lips, and turned back to the screen leisurely.

Half an hour later, when Donghua opened his eyes from pranayama, Feng Jiu was already lying on the table to meet Zhou Gong. Xu is face-folding medicine has taken effect, her sleeping face is exceptionally sweet, and the Yuan Shen after soaring is so happy for the first time. A smile appeared in the corner of his eyes, and he took the immortal method and sat quietly and watched her for a moment, until he slowly turned out from behind the screen.

"Yehua's ......" Zhen Yan paused, saw the honey in the emperor's eyes, pursed his lips, and pointed his chin out of the tent: "What are you going to do?" ”

Donghua raised his eyebrows and looked at him, a little inexplicable: "When did you care about the war?" ”

Zhenyan said calmly and punn: "Anyway, he is also our Qingqiu's son-in-law, and it is natural to care." ”

Donghua glanced at him, with a hint of playfulness and a hint of coolness in his tone, "You Qingqiu? That's what Bai Zhi said? ”

Zhen Yan ignored Donghua's cool tone, and said calmly: "You didn't listen to how Fang Caijiu called me?" If you talk about seniority like this," he glanced at Donghua with some pride, and his back straightened, but when he saw Donghua's face of the ice cube that had not changed for 10,000 years, he put it away again, coughed twice, and then turned around: "Ahem...... Of course, you don't have to talk about this generation. He continued: "Just now I saw that Wu Hao's formation was quite unusual, and he didn't see the upper hand when he encountered the Qinglong Formation, what countermeasures do you have?" ”

Donghua naturally knew that what he cared about was not the war, but when he could go back. It was rare that he didn't say a word to choke him back, just sat quietly for a while, and just when he wanted to say something, Donghua slowly spoke: "Wake up Xiaobai." There's nothing to do with you here, so go back. ”

Donghua's little unpolite words made Zheyan very pleased, and for the first time, he felt that this ice cube face was so empathetic. He nodded, flicked his sleeves, and a faint fragrance of peach blossoms gently drifted away.

Feng Jiu, who was sleeping on the table, shook his head and raised his head, looking like he had just woken up from a sweet dream. She looked at the emperor staring at her in a daze, and suddenly a smirk, the corners of her mouth were a little moist. Donghua raised his hand and stroked the corners and cheeks of her mouth without a trace, patted her slightly ignorant head, and said softly: "Feel okay?" Feng Jiu slowed down for a while before he remembered what had happened before.

Two red peach blossoms flew up her cheeks, she nodded obediently, and smiled sweetly at him, the corners of Donghua's mouth moved, and she whispered "Let's go", and pulled her towards the outside of the tent. Feng Jiu suddenly remembered that Zheyan was still here, and turned his head to say goodbye to him, but before he finished speaking, he was illusioned with Donghua. Zhen Yan looked at the white mist they were leaving, the corners of his mouth twitched, and when he turned around, he disappeared into a daze with people and tents.

When Donghua and Feng Jiu returned to the battlefield again, this place could already be described as tragic.

Although the combined formation of the two demon clans was powerful, the vitality consumed was even greater, and at this moment, several armorers had already turned into spirits and dissipated. The Celestial Clan didn't get much benefit, and the dragon qi was no longer as strong as before.

Feng Jiu and Donghua stood behind an auspicious cloud, and looked at it for a while, a little anxious. She pulled the corner of Donghua's clothes, "You're just looking at it?" ”

Donghua glanced down lightly and said lightly: "Well, don't look at it, let's go." With that, he picked up Feng Jiu and left.

Feng Jiu was a little confused, "No...... No...... Walk? Where to? ”

Donghua replied to her succinctly: "Moon Ningtan." ”

Yuening Pond, in ancient times, was a sacred place of immortals. Although the name has a pond word, in fact it is more similar to the lake, every night, the clear moonlight is sprinkled on the surface of the pond, rippling out the blue waves thousands of miles and vast, the sparkling water light flows out of the Buddha sound that seems to be absent in the wind, as if the heavenly sounds that come from ancient times. On the edge of the pond stands the green Luo Xiao pine, towering and straight, the pine foot is a continuous purple Pu Ling grass, the moon shadow will shine faintly in the quiet night.

I don't know how many immortal scholars who are good at dancing and writing have attracted such a scene of spiritual sainthood, leaving behind a scroll of ancient books that future generations will treasure for future generations. It's just that thousands of years of vicissitudes of life, the scenery around the moon condensation pond is changing silently, I don't know when, once the sky and the moon were covered by a side of the blue pool actually sank into the bottom of a line of sky, thousands of miles of smoke and waves really turned into a side of the pool, and it is difficult to see the light of day. Although it is located at the bottom of the valley, the Moon Ning Pond still absorbs the essence of the moon over the years, making the already quiet pool more and more tranquil and gloomy, together with the rare flowers and trees around it have also turned from yang to yin, and today it has become a place of extreme yin.

Fortunately, this place has always been under the jurisdiction of the Celestial Clan, and the plants that sprout are not demonic, if they are coveted by the demons and reconciled and refined, it will not be long before they become a paradise for monsters.

Feng Jiu's knowledge of Yuening Pond, the previous ones came from books, as for why she went to the landscape travelogue that she was not very interested in, the reason was that one day in order to hide the words that her aunt secretly showed her, she inadvertently overturned her father's calligraphy and painting jar that was cool and good at writing and ink. One of the scrolls is scattered, depicting the magnificent scene before the moon condensation pool sinks to the bottom of the gorge.

Although Feng Jiu is not very good at calligraphy and painting, she can also see that this is a rare masterpiece of landscape, and she does not recognize the author of the inscription, probably a certain ink painting master who has long been feathered. Feng Jiu has always felt that the scenery of Qingqiu is unique in the world, but after seeing this painting, he can't help but admire the vast pool of water that contains tenderness.

When she took this painting to express some of her insightful insights to her father, her old-fashioned father felt for the first time that she had looked away from her eyes, and did not find that the red fox cub who only followed the gag of the fourth uncle and sister-in-law every day gave him a headache and even regretted giving birth to such a keen appreciation talent, not only greatly appreciated her once, but also gave her two more chopsticks and glutinous rice chicken during dinner.

This experience made Feng Jiu pay more attention to Yueningtan by a point or two, especially after she met Donghua and fell in love with Donghua, the large purple Pu Lingcao also reminded her of Donghua unconsciously, and she looked at that painting more often than the painting next to her. Her father, Bai Yishang, simply gave her this painting, and she decided that one day she would go to see for herself what the Moon Ning Pond in the painting looked like now. It's just that she didn't know that Donghua had sealed the magic weapon here.

Today, three thousand years later, when she really came to the Moon Ning Pond, the scene in front of her taught her to open her eyes wide.