Chapter Twenty-Three: Goodbye to the Old Friend
Climbing the cliff, it is still the same environment as below, but there is no road at all, and the three of them can only ride the blue wolf in the dense forest.
Without a road, their march naturally slowed down, and they didn't have to hurry anymore, because this place was already close to the depths of the mountain range, and they could already start to concentrate on finding treasures.
Yan Lun picked a fruit and threw it to Wang Dong.
"Hey, did you bring the books you brought?"
Wang Dong was aware of the wild fruit before it hit him, tilted his head, and reached out to grab the wild fruit.
"Of course we brought it, without this thing we would be a bunch of blind people."
The books they speak of are books for appreciating treasures, with colorful reference maps on which all kinds of rare treasures, ores, plants, wild beasts, etc. are recorded.
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That night, they rested on the spot, lit a bonfire, and set up tents.
Yan Lun didn't sleep in the tent, he was in charge of keeping vigil, Wang Dong and Jin Guang both knew that Yan Lun's spiritual sense was very keen, some beyond ordinary people, and Yan Lun's way was born to him.
Fortunately, the branches of the cedar tree are also very thick, and he dropped something similar to a sleeping bag on it, and he slept more comfortably.
They were very tired from traveling during the day, and they didn't have a dream for the past few nights, and they all slept until dawn.
But that night, in the dead of night, the occasional sound of the chirping of wild beasts in the distance was heard, and suddenly, the sound of rain falling on the leaves.
The weather on the plateau is changeable, often one moment the sun is still blazing, and the next moment is a thunderstorm.
Their tents are waterproof, and with their own strength and cold, this light rain only makes them sleep more deeply.
But Yan Lun on the tree was different, his sleeping bag was uncovered, and the rain fell on his face, and he woke up at once.
Feeling the tranquility around him, Yan Lun simply jumped out of his sleeping bag and lay down on the trunk of the tree, no longer sleeping.
Now, his eyesight and hearing have improved a lot, but the bigger gain this year is that Yan Lun can control them and let them focus on what he wants to see and hear.
Just like now, if he can't control it, then within a kilometer, the sound of wind, rain, birds and beasts, including the sound of snakes and insects crawling, and the sound of Wang Dong and Jinguang snoring in the tent, will all pour into Yan Lun's ears...
Not to mention sleeping, it is estimated that a normal person will go crazy.
But relatively speaking, it was still very quiet at this time, and soon, the rain gradually stopped, and Yan Lun suddenly heard something! Far away.
He concentrated, and soon heard that it was someone talking, and the distance should be three miles away.
The voice was somewhat familiar, but Yan Lun couldn't remember who it was.
At this distance, he would have been able to see the speaker's face if it was daytime, but it was dark now, there was no light source around, and even the campfire under the trees had been extinguished by the rain that had just passed.
"Senior Sister Xihuang, the treasure found this time may not be saved, and it is the most important thing for you to heal your injuries right now..."
Hearing this, Yan Lun's heart was shocked.
Sister Xihuang?
Without saying a word, he jumped down from the twenty-meter-high treetops and landed silently! Then he strode in the direction from which the voice came.
Soon, the two people who spoke were already in front of them, and they were two slender figures, two female cultivators.
Yan Lun was only a hundred meters away from the other party at the moment, but the other party did not notice him, and at this distance, with the help of the faint starlight, Yan Lun could already see the complete appearance of the other party.
Sure enough, it was her! Fan Xihuang!
actually met the old man here, or the figure that once made him in a trance.
I haven't seen him for a year, Fan Xihuang is no longer masked, her beautiful face is exposed, but she is slightly pale at the moment.
She was injured.
Yan Lun no longer hidden, and took a few steps forward.
"Senior Sister Xihuang!"
Hearing someone speak, the two of them suddenly became alert!
"What people! The disciples of the Nine Yin Sect are here! ”
The female cultivator beside Fan Xihuang said sharply.
"Senior Sister Xihuang, it's me, Yan Lun."
Fan Xihuang heard Yan Lun's reply, paused, and quickly remembered the name, the genius boy introduced by Senior Brother Yi that day.
"It's you, why are you here?"
As she spoke, Fan Xihuang put down the sword in her hand, and another female cultivator next to her also let go of her vigilance, she could see that Fan Xihuang was defenseless against the young man in front of her.
Yan Lun arrived in front of the second daughter at this time, and when he saw that the person who came was a teenager younger than them, the female cultivator was even more relaxed.
In her opinion, it is almost impossible to meet a martial artist outside who is smaller than herself but whose realm is higher than herself.
Yan Lun saw Fan Xihuang's injuries and didn't say anything else.
"Two senior sisters, this is not a place to catch up, come with me first."
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In the Valley of War Mountain Range, the night was already dark at this time, and even the insects and beasts were silent.
Five young men, three men and two women, were sitting around a campfire.
"It turns out that you joined the Valley of the God of War, and too, with your talent, you must join the Overlord Sect."
Fan Xihuang heard that Yan Lun briefly talked about his situation, and only replied with a word and then stopped speaking.
But Yan Lun sensitively heard that there was something wrong with his senior sister Xihuang's tone, it was inconvenient to ask each other just now, and he couldn't hold back after chatting for a while at this time, he said with a straight face:
"Senior Sister Xihuang, as a member of the Nine Yin Sect, what did you get injured here for?"
After asking, Fan Xihuang and another female cultivator glanced at each other, but neither of them spoke immediately.
Wang Dong on the side naturally saw that Yan Lun was very concerned about his senior sister, and he also hugged his fists and said:
"The two of you, we both belong to the overlord sect, and the Valley of the God of War and the Nine Yin Sect also have good friends on weekdays, if you encounter trouble here, please tell us, and the Valley of the God of War will definitely help."
Wang Dong's words are more official, unlike Yan Lun, who stands on the position of old knowledge, but he shows the position of the friendship of the sect, and wants to help Yan Lun ask about the situation.
Fan Xihuang and the others still didn't speak, and their eyes looked at each other as if they were hesitant.
The female cultivator turned her head to Fan Xihuang and said in a very small voice:
"Senior sister, is this person trustworthy?"
Fan Xihuang nodded, and said in the same light voice:
"Since you can't get it anymore, it doesn't hurt to tell me Senior Brother Yan Lun."
They used the secret technique of the Nine Yin Sect, and the voice of the communication was very small, and they couldn't see the movement of their lips.
However, these words clearly reached Yan Lun's ears, and sitting so close, no movement could escape his hearing.
Fan Xihuang's sentence "I'm Senior Brother Yan Lun" also made his heart move.
At this time, the blanching light of the bonfire flashed on Fan Xihuang's delicate face, making the three teenagers in the Valley of the God of War a little in a trance...
"I entered the Nine Yin Gate, partly because of my own talent, and partly... It's because my father is Fan Zhongyun, the general of Kuncheng Zhencheng. ”
Yan Lun had always known about this matter and didn't feel anything, but Wang Dong and Jin Guang were from ordinary backgrounds, and they were a little shocked when they heard that the woman opposite was actually the daughter of a general of Zhencheng.
Fan Xihuang continued:
"But the Nine Yin Sect is the Overlord Sect, and all the people who come are Tianjiao, although my talent is far beyond ordinary people, but in the Overlord Sect, it seems to be ordinary..."
Speaking of this, several people also understood, and Yan Lun answered:
"So, Senior Sister came here to obtain the Heavenly Treasure to improve the martial arts?"
Fan Xihuang nodded.
"I'm past the sixteen-year-old martial arts foundation building period, and the only way to improve my martial arts foundation is to take treasure medicine."
Yan Lun said again:
"That... It seems that the two senior sisters have found it? ”
As soon as these words came out, the second daughter looked at him with a somewhat surprised expression, and Wang Dong and Jin Guang also looked at Yan Lun a little strangely, and said in their hearts, what kind of random speculation is this?
"How do you know?"