The warm light of spring shines through the bamboo, scattered on the window lattice, and under this warm pillar of light, wisps of light smoke faintly appear, accompanied by a strong medicinal fragrance, filling the room.

"Whew"

"Whew"

There was a heavy wheezing sound behind him, and Xiao Shami helplessly turned his head to look at Xiu Yuan, who was leaning on the door frame, and reluctantly moved, which inevitably affected the wounds on his body, and was severely injured by the anger, and the mana in his body was like a dry well, and the current Xiu Yuan was a few points weaker than ordinary mortals.

Therefore, on Xiuyuan's pale face, although he tried his best to endure it, his body could not deceive people, and he saw that due to his lack of strength, bursts of cold sweat were oozing from his forehead.

"Donor, Song Shizhu is in this room, but she is still unconscious, why should the donor rush to come over to see her, she won't run away......"

As he spoke, Xiao Shami suddenly fell silent, pursed his lips, and scratched his head a little embarrassedly, because he saw Xiuyuan's expression change and looked at him with a slightly cold eyebrow......

It's just that this frosty gaze stayed on him for a very short time, so short that he thought he was wrong, and when he stared at the past, Xiuyuan's gaze had already passed over him and stopped on the couch behind him.

The eyes of the person on the couch are closed, the thick eyelashes are attached to the face, and the white skin is almost transparent under the sporadic sunlight, but under the coarse cloth quilt of blue cloth and white flowers, there are slight ups and downs, showing that the life breath of the person on the couch is still there.

Looking at those closed eyes, I don't know if it was caused by serious injuries or emotions in his heart, for a while, there was a feeling of emptiness in his heart, as if a big hole had been dug in his chest, and the cold wind was constantly pouring into it......

Suddenly, the white face on the couch became confused, Xiuyuan's eyelids trembled, and I saw that the person on the couch slowly opened his eyes, and when the four eyes met, Song Nanke's original smart eyes were completely gone, replaced by a long and silent place, as well as a deep reluctance and heartache hidden in that depth......

The bloodless lips became bright red, but when the red lips opened slightly, wisps of blood suddenly flowed from the corners of the mouth, but the person on the couch didn't seem to care, his lips moved, and an imperceptible voice slowly flowed out.

"Childe, I'm sorry......"

This sentence was like a thunderbolt under the blue sky and white sun, and it exploded in Xiuyuan's mind with a "boom", and he seemed to have fallen into nothingness in an instant, and his ears were so silent that only the sound of his heavy breathing remained. A surging emotion suddenly surged in the depths of his heart, and the surging emotions seemed to be like a sharp blade, cutting his heart bloody......

When the faint words faded, the eyes full of reluctance seemed to be unable to support it, and the eyelids gradually covered the distant gaze, and a crystal teardrop slipped from the corner of the eye......

Xiu Yuan's eyes looked at the closed eyes in distraction, like a heavy blow, instantly smashing his heart into powder. His pale face was very stiff, and his throat choked with despair.

Suddenly, a wisp of familiar and unfamiliar breath swam through the meridians in the body like a swimming dragon, and the overwhelming pain slowly subsided. The sounds of the real world gradually came into my ears, the murmuring of the water outside the house, the cry of the warbler on the branches, and the worried whispers beside me.

Seeing that Xiuyuan's eyes gradually swelled with vitality, Xiao Shami exhaled heavily, withdrew the little fat hand placed in Xiuyuan's heart, patted his chest, and said in shock: "The donor is really frightened of the little monk, why was he suddenly stunned by the demons in his heart?" Fortunately, the little monk is good at cultivation on weekdays, and his mana is enough to awaken the donor, otherwise, the soul of the donor will be devoured by the demon at this moment......"

As he spoke, the two eyebrows couldn't help frowning again, Xiao Shami sniffed, walked into the room and poured a glass of water with a bang, Fang shook his head and explained: "Donor, the heart is unobtainable in the past, the heart is unattainable now, the heart is unobtainable in the future, everything, why bother to be so persistent." ”

Xiao Shami was still talking to himself, but the listener had no intention, Xiuyuan's eyes never left the person on the couch, Xiuyuan's deep eyes, clearly reflected the figure of the person on the couch, only to see him lying quietly on the couch, just like a sleeping person, there was no scene at all......

After a long time, Xiuyuan's hoarse voice sounded: "You are not extraordinary!" ”

Xiao Shami's chattering voice stopped abruptly, blinking his eyes, and looking at Xiuyuan innocently. After all, listening to Xiuyuan's affirmative tone, there was no need for his answer.

Sure enough, Xiu Yuan continued: "No matter what your purpose is, depending on your strength, it is possible to rescue Miss Song from the spirit flag?" ”

Xiu Yuan looked at Xiao Shami coldly, the breath in his body was still there, there was no need to explore it carefully, he also felt the breath that was just like the breath in the spirit flag.

"It's just a spirit flag, I don't talk anymore, it's just ......" Listening to Xiuyuan's words, Xiao Shami's eyes widened, he pursed his lips, and immediately replied.

For Xiuyuan's suspicion, he was very dissatisfied in his heart, recalling the dangerous situation last night, if he hadn't come back the same way with Yang Ling's benefactor, Xiuyuan and Song Nanke would have already become a wisp of grievances beside the bridge......

……

Last night's bamboo forest on the southern slope

"Little monk, if you dare to tease Miss Ben, you know the consequences!"

Yang Ling leaned on the green bamboo, stopped, looked coldly at the small figure looking around in front of him, and was even more annoyed in his heart, they had been walking in this bamboo sea for an unknown number of hours, at this time it was already full of stars, and they were still in the depths of this bamboo sea I don't know what to do.

After the words, the little novice in front of him paused, touched his nose, his voice was as subtle as a mosquito, and said, "If the monks don't speak, the little monk doesn't dare to deceive the donor." ”

"In that case, why have you and I been wandering around in this bamboo forest for so long!" Yang Ling was furious and yelled at the small gray figure.

After the roar, a burst of grievances surged in her heart, she is a dignified prime minister's daughter, no matter what she does on weekdays, she is a group of people saddle up and follow behind, how can it be like now, the hunger in her belly and the exhaustion of her body have made her very embarrassed.

Xiao Shami pulled out a smile at the corner of his mouth, turned his head and said: "Don't worry, don't worry, this bamboo forest on the southern slope is in the south of Jincheng, as long as we go north, the footsteps are faster, and we will quickly get out of this bamboo sea." ”

"But now, we are walking to the south......" Yang Ling looked at the little novice with a somewhat frozen smile on his face, and the anger in his heart could not be vented, so he laughed angrily and sneered:

"Little monk, did your master teach you Amitabha Buddha and forgot to teach you to know the way! It seems that it is really a ...... Incompetent Master"

"Incompetent...... Maybe the donor is right, Master, you are really incompetent......" Xiao Shami smiled undiminishedly, raised his eyes to look at the starry sky, and a few wisps of loneliness flashed in his clear eyes that were very inconsistent with his age.

As if he was shocked by his gaffe, Yang Ling subconsciously raised his hand to cover his mouth, raised his eyes to follow the sight of the little novice, and said as if extremely unintentionally: "Hehe, I also saw that your master let you let a child come out alone to practice, and Fang was quick to talk for a while." ”

Hearing this, the little novice's eyes flashed a few times as if he had sucked into the starry sky, and he said in a milky voice: "Master, I have passed away, if I continue to stay in the Zenlin Temple, it will be in vain......

For a moment, Yang Ling was a little speechless, and the anger in her heart had been extinguished for some time, and she sat down leaning on the bamboo in some frustration, completely ignoring the neatness of her dress.

The evening breeze blew, and there was only a rustling of fallen leaves left in the forest, Yang Ling seemed to be unable to bear such silence, and asked casually: "Little monk, why did you become a monk at such a young age?" What about your loved ones? ”

Xiao Shami, like Yang Ling, sat opposite Yang Ling with his little fat legs, pouted, and said: "Ji Hua said that the little monk's father and mother are no longer alive, and the little monk was raised by Ji Hua, but later, even Ji Hua suddenly disappeared, and the little monk was taken in by Yunyou's master......"

Yang Ling looked at the child sitting cross-legged in front of him, his chubby body was almost together, like a gray pink ball, no different from an ordinary childhood child. It's just that, talking about such a bleak life experience, the smile on his face has never fallen, and those eyes are clear, transparent, and full of hope, without any complaint......

Suddenly, Yang Ling's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but after a moment, the look of surprise fell silent in the darkness.

"Puff"

Yang Ling couldn't help but smile, the big eyes like mountain grapes were shining with stars for a while, and he felt ridiculous about the idea that he had just suddenly born, looking at the little novice's puzzled fat face, and said with a smile: "Little monk, do you know that you look very similar to a person, if I don't know this person well, otherwise I think it's ......."

"Bang"

A flash of fire swept across the sky, and a loud bang rang out in the bamboo forest to the north, interrupting Yang Ling's words and smiling the little novice's face.

Yang Ling stood up suddenly, looked at the little novice with a very frightened face, and asked tremblingly, "This, what's going on?" ”

"Hell demons invade the human world, and there will be great things." Xiao Shami's expression was a little serious, looking at the movement in the north, and said calmly.

"Donor, the little monk is a monk, and he must not allow the demons of hell to plague the human world. As for the donor, the front is full of danger, and the donor still stays here and waits, waiting for the little monk to come back. ”

As he spoke, the little gray figure rushed forward, but Yang Ling grabbed the collar......

"No, I have to go too!" Looking in that direction, Yang Ling had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Donor ......"

Xiao Shami grabbed the collar that was being pulled, turned his head and replied, but when he saw Yang Ling's eyes full of pleading, the words in his mouth instantly swallowed back to his stomach, he was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Okay, it's just that the donor should remember, don't be impulsive!" ”

Without waiting for Yang Ling to respond, the little novice recited a spell from his mouth, and a string of beads on his wrist emitted a soft white light, and in an instant, a wave of heat in front of him gushed out with a foul smell......

Yang Ling looked at the hellish scene in front of him, and was a little stunned, only to see a circle of silver light shrouded in front of the stream before, but this enchantment-like circle of light was like a fishing net exposed by the wind and sun, with countless holes. These holes were shrouded in black mist, and there was also a putrid stench.

Although her heart couldn't stop trembling, Yang Ling still managed to calm down, and searched for the silver-white figure with her eyes, and suddenly, her eyes lit up, and a silver corner of her clothes appeared behind the monster like a ball of fire.

It's just that when she saw the man's whole body, she was breathing a little fast, and there was a burst of blood on her lips that had been bitten. I saw that the silver-white figure was already dyed with blood, and Song Nanke, who was unconscious, was still tightly protected in his arms.

Seeing that the axe was about to fall, the pupils of Yang Ling's eyes contracted violently, and he didn't know how to react for a while. Suddenly, there was a warm light behind him, and a clear Sanskrit voice came.

Yang Ling turned his head suddenly, only to see that the gray figure had given birth to a cluster of golden light, and the golden light was like the newborn sun, and it gradually swallowed up the darkness......

After a while, the monster's reaction was not heard, and only wisps of golden light were left around him, and the figure covered in blood......