Po had a dream.

In the dream, she is no longer a dumb girl who can't speak, but has a good voice as beautiful as Hibiscus crying.

She dreamed that she was standing on top of a mountain, with a vast sea of clouds at her feet, and a man standing opposite her on the cliff, and she could not see the man's face clearly, but only his frost-colored robe rolled in the wind like a cloud.

"Feng Wuya, this is your last chance." When she heard herself say this, her tone was calm, but a wave of sorrow swelled up in her heart.

Feng Wuya is the common name of Changshengjun, the head of Shangyao.

The origin of Changshengjun is unknown, but it is rumored that he was born as an immortal fetus, and he became an immortal without practice. Later, he accepted an apprentice, and he was also the only disciple in his life, named Yun Xingzhi, that is, the later head of Yun Waitian. That is, the woman in Bao's dream.

Her "last chance" was not only for Feng Wuya, but also for herself.

The person in front of her did not respond, she smiled sadly, and the long sword was horizontal, and her snow-white neck was cut by a sharp blade like silk. After a sharp pain that pierced the heart, blood gushed out, staining the white placket of his chest red.

As his consciousness blurred, his body lost its center of gravity and fell straight down the cliff like a broken puppet.

Twenty years ago, the head of Yunwaitian, the Ethereal Monarch, made an appointment to fight with the former mentor Changshengjun, the master of the Shangyao Sect, but was defeated, seriously injured and fell off the cliff, and his whereabouts are unknown.

Po dreamed of this past, but the feeling in this dream was too real, and she and the person in the dream had become one, so that it was impossible to distinguish whether it was Yun Xingzhi in the dream who fell off the cliff or herself in reality.

Po felt a warm liquid spill from the corner of his eye.

At first, she thought it was Yun Xingzhi's tears, but after the liquid lingered at the end of her eyes for a moment, it began to slowly spread around, smearing little by little, as if something was rubbing against her cheeks, warm, damp, soft, and there seemed to be tiny barbs on it, rubbing back and forth on the skin, making a slight rustling sound...... It seems to be the tongue of an animal.

She snapped open her eyes to see a big yellow dog-like crouch beside her, licking her tongue at her face.

Ah Bao was stunned for a few seconds, pushed the animal's big face away in a panic, and then hurriedly tried to get up from the ground, but the force was too strong, and he had just woken up after being in a coma for a long time, but his eyes were black and he fell back again, as if he was thrown into a whirlpool, and bursts of dizziness and nausea hit overwhelmingly, she gritted her teeth desperately, and barely held back so that she didn't vomit immediately.

The dream scene faded away, replaced by her own memories, little by little.

Po remembered that she had fallen into the deep valley after being kicked by Yun Yan, and although she used a spell to cushion her strength in time before falling to the ground, she unfortunately hit her head and fainted, so she had a dream.

After the dizziness gradually subsided, Po slowly opened his eyelids, and the scenery in front of him gradually became clear.

Overhead were lime trees, each with a trunk so thick that it would take three or four people to open their arms to hold it. Bursts of birdsong came from the depths of the forest, which was very pleasant. There was a murmuring sound of water not far away, which should be a stream in the valley. The soil beneath him is moist and soft, and countless colorful mushrooms and shade-loving herbs grow in clusters by the lush canopy of trees that shade the sun's shadows.

It turns out that this is what the bottom of the canyon of the mountain is like this.

On weekdays, the elders and some of the older seniors in the sect always warn those junior disciples that although the top of the main peak of Penglai Mountain, where Shangyao is located, and the southern slope of the mountain road leading to the gate of Shangyao, are picturesque, the valley behind them is very terrifying, full of poisonous miasma and all kinds of mountain spirits and wild monsters live, and it is a forbidden place that is absolutely forbidden to set foot at will.

For so many years, Ah Bao only cautiously glanced at the valley from the top of the cliff when he went to the back mountain to chop wood, collect medicine, and pick up stones, but all she could see was thick clouds, and she had never seen what it looked like underneath. Today's mistake was wrong, because of Yun Yan's kick, she became the first disciple of her generation to witness the appearance of this valley, and I don't know if it was lucky or unlucky.

At this time, Ah Bao remembered the animal that licked her face with her tongue, she looked to the side in horror, but saw that the animal was pushed aside by herself because she had just been pushed aggrieved, and she was lying on the ground at the moment, looking at her pitifully.

This animal looks very much like a dog named "Wangcai" that Gu Aweng once raised, but it looks more majestic than Wangcai.

The ears are erected backwards, long and pointed, with an inconspicuous flaming golden pattern on the forehead, and a handful of strangely shaped hairs at each of the ankles of each of the four feet.

Her instincts told her that this creature was no ordinary animal, perhaps one of the mountain spirits and wild monsters that the elders said lived in the canyon. It's just that the docile appearance in front of him really makes it impossible to associate it with words such as "vicious" and "dangerous", at least at this moment, it looks more obedient than Gu Aweng's prosperity.

Po swallowed, tentatively reached out his hand, and carefully touched its head, those thorn-like hairs felt surprisingly soft to the touch. She couldn't help but rub its head a few more times, as if it was being rubbed comfortably, it squinted, its throat made a "purring" sound, and even the tail that originally looked like a sword, very spirited, swayed from side to side.

…… Actually, it's a dog.

Po looked at the sky again, and estimated that it should be almost the time of unitary. After some consideration, she decided to find a nearby stream and follow it upstream to see if she could find her way back to the mountain. After all, with her status and importance in the sect, it is not realistic to save her from the same sect.

However, just as she was about to get up, there was a sharp pain in her ankle, and the pain made her sit back in an instant.

Fang Cai only cared about observing the environment, and forgot to check whether there were any injuries on his body, and took off his shoes and socks lightly, only to find that the ankle of his left foot was swollen with a bowl-sized bag, and when he touched it lightly, it hurt her and gasped. Now it's okay, I can't stand up, let alone climb back up the mountain.

In this way, even if it is unrealistic, she can only stay here and wait obediently for someone to save her.

After a long time, Ah Bao finally moved to a tree with his hands and feet, and finally moved under a tree, leaning his back against the thick trunk, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

It's the height of summer, the valley is impermeable, it's unusually hot, and he hasn't eaten a bite of food for almost a whole day, plus he is injured both inside and outside, Po feels that his physical strength is hovering on the verge of overdraft.

The unknown animal kept following Po, like her pet, and when she moved, it followed it, and she lay on the ground and did not move, and it learned to lie on the ground and remain motionless, until she sat down against the trunk of the tree, and it also sat down beside her, staring at her intently, and the tail behind it kept wagging behind her.

"Would you like to name it 'Rhubarb'?" Ah Bao gestured, and then remembered that it should not be able to understand sign language, so he opened his arms and hugged it in his arms, sniffed, and his heart was much better than Wangcai, at least there was no smell on his body.

She rested her head on its back, and at its temperature, she suddenly felt a sour nose.