The macaque's big eyes turned around, and the black thing in his arms was thrown at Luo Xiyuan.

Luo Xiyuan reached out to pick it up, suddenly felt a shock in his arm, stood unsteadily, and took a few steps back.

When the macaque saw her embarrassment, she screamed happily.

Luo Xiyuan was annoyed, knowing that he would definitely not be able to beat the monkey at this time, so he ignored it, but looked at the object it had thrown over.

At this glance, I couldn't help but be overjoyed, it turned out that this black thing was actually a large piece of beef wrapped in oiled paper.

She laughed and shouted into the night sky, "Thank you for your food!" ”

The night sky is silent, and the moonlight is as cool as water.

Except for the bleak autumn wind, there was no other sound.

Luo Xiyuan picked up the beef, and it was a meal to gnaw.

The macaque jumped up and down in the trees around her, chirping and chirping, as if she was very happy.

After Luo Xiyuan put a piece of beef into her stomach, she suddenly felt a lot more stable in her belly, but her mouth was still dry and unbearable, so she beckoned to the macaque in the treetops with a warm gaze.

"Hey, little brother, do you know where the spring is?"

She gestured to the monkey drinking and asked the monkey brother who was hanging upside down above her head.

The macaque chirped and laughed for a while, and a few leaps rolled over behind Luo Xiyuan, stretched out his furry palm, and patted her on the shoulder.

As soon as Luo Xiyuan turned around, the macaque rushed out a long way with an arrow step.

Luo Xiyuan followed closely behind, and ran all the way with it, and suddenly heard the sound of the stream crashing against the rocks, crisp as strings. She was overjoyed, and took advantage of the moonlight to pounce on the spring.

This spring water is a mountain stream hanging on the cliff, and when it falls in this flat depression, it becomes a pool of crescent moon spring.

She lay down on the boulder by the spring and drank as much as she cooed.

When she had eaten and watered, she sat down on the stone and breathed for a moment.

When I opened my eyes again, there was no more cheerful figure of the macaque in the forest.

She said in her heart, this must be the spirit monkey raised by a mountain master, who rescued her but didn't want her to know her identity.

She bowed to the night sky, and said reverently: "Thank you for the grace of the master, and thank you for the younger Luoxi Garden!" ”

The forest is still silent, only the autumn wind is blowing.

Luo Xiyuan climbed an old pine tree, picked a thick branch, and as soon as he lay down comfortably, he closed his eyes.

Fatigue quickly attacked, and this night, there was no dream and a good night's sleep.

It wasn't until the next day, when it was dawn, that she woke up.

She sat firmly on the branch of the tree, looking at the mountains and mist, and remembered the last man in the green brocade dress who died in front of her last night.

She simulated and speculated several times according to the dynamics of the big man's lips, and finally believed that what the man wanted to say before he died, but in the end he couldn't make a sound, was the three words "Dead Leaf Hall".

The "withered leaf hall" in the south of the Yangtze River is said to be hidden in the ethereal peak of Taihu Lake. It is one of the few literati swordsmen in the world today who do not follow the inheritance of religious beliefs and do not gather as rangers, and all of them are literati swordsmen who have given up their fame.

The martial arts of this sect are very few in the world, and they are nothing more than the "Yue Nu Sword" and a set of Xuanmen cloth formations.

But this withered leaf hall has a few heroic deeds that move the world, so since the death of the Ming Dynasty, it has a very high status in the martial arts rivers and lakes, especially in the south, all sects respect it, as if it is a big sect.

Luo Xiyuan didn't know much about this withered leaf hall, but he remembered that Lin Dong, the founder of the founding faction, led the people to resist the Qing soldiers to the south, and was trapped in Xiaoshan for seven days and seven nights, swearing not to surrender, and the last fire burned himself, his wife and children to death in the mountains. At that time, although the Confucian literati were in charge, what they did was to protect the country and defend the enemy. Later, Lin Dong died in Xiaoshan, and the descendants were extinct, and there were literati and ink scholars who respected his integrity and mourned his misfortune, so he re-established the Withered Leaf Hall, but he no longer participated in political affairs, and was dedicated to being an idle knight, wandering outside the law, often presiding over the justice of the business bureau in the Taihu Lake area, and occasionally robbing the rich and helping the poor.

She thought about it for a long time, and finally made up her mind, sneaking back to the imperial capital first, sending Dongting and Chunya back to the Luoyang beggar gang, and then going to the withered leaf hall to inquire.

As for the glazed palace, since she didn't know the origin at all, she was not in a hurry to find it, thinking that after this battle, they must hide it so that they could recuperate. When they make another move, it's not too late to wait for an opportunity to ask what happened.

She took a deep breath and jumped off the old pine tree and ran down the mountain.

After resting for one night, sure enough, the foot was several times faster. In a short time, it was close to the foot of the mountain.

In the gap between the forest leaves, she suddenly saw a group of people and horses forming a circle, gradually moving towards the mountain.

Fortunately, she was alert and hid behind the big tree in time, avoiding the attention of the nearest people.

After slowly retreating some distance, Luoxi Garden jumped up the tree and quietly observed the branches and leaves for a while.

This team of people and horses is the Tianshan Goshawk faction who watched the battle in the north at the foot of the blind mountain pass last night, and it was the goshawk himself who pressed the formation.

A group of people, while searching closely, kept shouting: "Young master! I'm here to pick you up! ”

Go home? Luo Xiyuan sneered, it has been strange in recent days, and he has to admit himself one by one.

The father-in-law saved her from nine deaths, and she worked so hard to raise her so big, could it be that whoever moved his mouth could be led home, wouldn't it be a big joke in the world!

Besides, there are many people who use her back to block the knife.

She tried her internal strength, but she had not fully recovered, and at this time, if she wanted to break through the encirclement of these people, even if she fought to the death, it was almost impossible.

The blind mountain is so big, and there is more than one way down the mountain, and it is unknown if you change the direction, you may be able to avoid the pursuit.

After thinking about it, Luo Xiyuan turned around and ran to the intersection in the other direction of the Blind Mountain.

This time she was much more vigilant, and before she reached the foot of the mountain, she found a tall old pine tree, and climbed to the top of the tree to take a look.

This visit was terrible, and he was so frightened that he fell off a tree and almost fell to his death.

She covered her aching ass and cried: "This damn emperor, why is he always relying on me!" ”

As soon as she climbed up to the treetops, she saw the emperor, sitting in a soft sedan chair carried by eight people, leading hundreds of people to surround the foot of the blind mountain.

The emperor arranged for a group of men to go up the mountain.

Nalan Rong on the side was puzzled and asked, "The emperor sent someone to block it here, why did he personally lead people to search the mountain?" ”

The Emperor sighed: "Yesterday in Whitewater Town, I and she were both burned and scattered, it was a poison that could not be tested by a silver needle, and I was worried that she would escape, so I did not detoxify her." ”

Nalan's hands trembled slightly, his face sank, but he tried his best to maintain his composure, and said, "What's the harm of this poison, if it's too late, you can worry about your life?" ”

The emperor looked at the green mountains, and his eyes were obscure: "The burning spirit is colorless and tasteless, if it is not solved for twelve hours, the internal strength of the martial artist will gradually dissipate, and the abdominal pain will be unbearable, until the seven orifices bleed to death." ”

When Nalan heard this, Junxiu's eyebrows were suddenly stained with a layer of thick frost.

He stretched out a hand and said in a deep voice: "The minister and the emperor go up the mountain separately, and there is a greater chance of finding his sister." ”

The emperor bowed slightly, took out the brocade box from his arms, and divided half of the white pills in it and placed it in Nalan's palm.

Nalan roared, and the red horse heard the sound, and one man and one horse took the lead to go up the mountain.

After the figure of Nalan disappeared, he suddenly covered his mouth with his fist, coughed a few times, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

The guards on his side showed concern in their eyes, and they stopped talking.

The emperor turned his head and said to the guard, "Dongting, I must bring her back!" When you go back, your ancestors will come to you, you know what to say, right? ”