"Get up! What are you still doing? Feng Jiu stepped forward, glanced at him, and saw that his forehead was oozing blood, so he couldn't help frowning, and helped him up: "I'll help you bandage it." So he led him to the stall.

The crowd around them dispersed as those people left, and some of the people who had thought that there would be excitement to see saw the brocade-clothed young man kowtow his head, and the other was like a beggar, so they didn't take the two of them to heart.

At the stall, Feng Jiu simply gave him medicine to bandage the wound, and then said: "If you can't beat it, just dodge, it's just a small wound, if it hits it deep, it will be troublesome." ”

"It's all their secret moves, otherwise how could I fall?" Zhu Yue said, a little angry: "I must tell my father about this when I go back." ”

Feng Jiu rolled her eyes, poured a cup of tea and drank it, watching the lady of the stall put the food on the table, her eyes couldn't help but light up: "I know that these snacks taste good." ”

As he spoke, he had already started eating with chopsticks.

In the restaurant over there, the shopkeeper hesitated, but still asked Xiao Er to send them a roast suckling pig, smelling the fragrant smell, the two couldn't help swallowing their saliva, clamped the chopsticks, and ate it in a big gulp.

After eating at the stall, the two found an inn to take a bath and rest. In the guest room, Feng Jiu crossed his knees and adjusted his qi, and after cultivating for a while, he took out the primordial spirit like a cotton flower from the space.

"Chirp!"

As soon as the little thing saw her, it was affectionately attached to her palm, and even though she was kneading it, it still blinked a pair of clear eyes and stared at her.

Soul refining?

She thought for a moment, withdrew the spirit into the space, and then lay down on the bed. Refining spirits, I have only heard of it in the mouth of that old woman, and I have never heard of it anywhere else, how is spirit refining refined?

Closed his eyes and pondered, when his divine sense touched the cyan lotus seed at the dantian, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned: I didn't pay attention to it at first, but at this time, I realized that it seemed that the breath of life was a lot weaker? Even the light has dimmed a little?

Just as she was thinking about it, she suddenly heard a movement on the roof, and she listened slightly. It was the sound of footsteps, although it was extremely light, but it could still be heard with her Yuan Ying's cultivation.

But when she saw the sound pass through her roof and go away, she didn't pay attention to it. In this world, it is strange to be peaceful, and as for things that are not her business, she still cares less.

Thinking so, she continued to fall asleep, but when an exclamation came out, she wrung her eyebrows and jumped up, and walked away.

"Ahh Little beggar save me! ”

It was Zhu Yue's voice, maybe it was because he had eaten and slept well, and this voice sounded louder, and he was a little more energetic. It's just that his current situation is not very good, and he is being carried out by two men in black, stepping on the roof and about to leave.

"Don't arrest me!"

"You've got a lot of trouble." Feng Jiu's voice appeared in the night, looking at Zhu Yue, who was supported by two black-clothed men, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Sure enough, you can't just be a good person, this is really troublesome!

And looking at these people in front of you, aren't they the same people in the evening? So, she asked, "Why are you here again?" Is it your son-in-law's order again? ”

"Humph! How dare you say it! Did you use a silver needle to plot against my son-in-law? One of the guards snorted coldly, glaring at Feng Jiu with an angry gaze: "It is because of you that my son-in-law is being detained now!" ”