After Geng Qiu said that, Yun Ji sent eight teams to act separately, and everyone was in the same direction, but they didn't act together, and their routes were also slightly adjusted, and the routes of each team were naturally different.

Although scattering actions can avoid the annihilation of the people of the Demon Gate in one fell swoop, but when they act separately, the forces will naturally become scattered, and it is inevitable that there will be some dangers, so the members of each team must be a hundred times more vigilant than before, and always be ready to deal with sudden dangers.

On the second day's trip, the atmosphere in the air was much more urgent than yesterday, Yuan Yang stepped on the flying sword, and flew forward with full attention, and several senior brothers and Dugu Zisi beside him were silent and had a rigorous attitude.

Edgeworth flew between the clouds, watching the fog lingering, the wind in his ears whistling and blowing, in this season of fire in July, Yuan Yang actually felt a little cold in his body, but in order to hurry, he had to endure it.

Crossing the Baiyu Mountains, and then arriving near the bank of the Chaohai River, the time at this moment is close to dark, and the day passes in such a hurry, but fortunately, there is no obstacle along the way.

Sometimes, however, some obstacles often appear in the dark.

Looking down, I can vaguely see a river below, with green trees on both sides of the riverbank, and clouds and mist in between, and the river at night is shining with a little light.

Geng Qiu frowned, as if he was thinking about something, he wanted to continue to fly, but seeing that it was almost nightfall at this moment, he said to the five disciples in the team: "Now let's go down and rest for a while, and then go on the road tomorrow, I think, in another day or so, if there is no accident, we can arrive at the ancient battlefield." ”

The five disciples nodded in agreement, then slowly lowered their flying swords and rested in the jungle by the river. On the banks of the Chaohai River, the sound of bubbling water at night, the birds chirping happily in the jungle, and the warm breeze continued, and Yuan Yang felt that everything here was so peaceful and serene.

There was a sharp crescent moon hanging in the sky, and the clouds dispersed, and the moonlight of the crescent moon was too weak, and the sky was full of black paint, and there were no stars.

Yuan Yang meditated against a big tree, opened her eyes and looked at the night in front of her, thinking to herself, how good it would be if this night had been quiet like this, and she hoped that there would be no more dangers.

Huo Yingque on the side held the scroll in his hand, carefully looked at the route to the ancient battlefield, was silent, didn't say anything, Yuan Yang looked at him carefully for a while, and really didn't understand why this male disciple didn't like to talk so much.

Geng Qiu stood against the big tree with his long sword, and from time to time he would raise his eyes to change the sweep, thinking that he didn't dare to relax his guard at all, everyone was vigilant at the moment. After all, sometimes, being too quiet is often the prelude to a storm.

Looking at the four teammates in front of him, Yuan Yang sighed desolate in his heart, "It would be great if they were the four senior brothers of my Aoki Garden, if they were here, it must be Senior Brother Qin and Third Senior Brother who are chattering non-stop, and the atmosphere will not be as dignified and cold as it is now." ”

Yuan Yang felt a little depressed, listening to the sound of gurgling water, Yuan Yang stood up and said to Geng Qiu: "Senior Brother Geng, I want to go to the river to wash my face. ”

Geng Qiu was stunned for a while, and after pondering for a long time, he nodded and agreed: "It's okay, don't go far, if you encounter any emergency, remember to set off fireworks and arrows, we will come over immediately when we see it." ”

Such familiar words, such a familiar scene, I once remembered that when Yuan Yang and Ji Ye left them and went to Yuze Forest last year, Yuan Yang thought of the creek, and Qin Tian also said these words to Yuan Yang.

The past is as if it happened yesterday. But why, time has passed silently, and a year has passed like this?

He snorted, then turned and walked towards the river. Dugu Zisi behind her couldn't help but glance at Yuan Yang, as if she also wanted to wash her face in Hebei, but seeing that Yuan Yang had already gone, she dispelled this idea for a while, closed her eyes and continued to meditate.

There was a very warm breeze blowing on the river, and Yuan Yang squatted down by the river, and then the faint moonlight, Yuan Yang looked at the reflection in the water, and at this moment the water Yuan Yang actually looked a little haggard.

Slowly reaching out to make a splash, Yuan Yang was a little stunned, although the determination to go to the ancient battlefield was still firm, but if he met someone he shouldn't meet on the ancient battlefield, what would it be like?

It's been so long, and the scene of Zi Yiya's lonely teaching of the sword art of Yuan Yang that day is still deeply in Yuan Yang's mind, and she can't forget it, but how much she wants to forget.

If they meet Feng Lonely again, they should no longer be as harmonious as on the Ziyi Cliff, but the good and the devil are not opposed, draw their swords and face each other, and fight to the death.

Once he thinks about it, Yuan Yang's heart is like a five-flavor bottle, which is not a taste. With a dejected sigh, Yuan Yang raised his eyes to look at the night in the distance, and suddenly felt a faint cool breeze behind him.

Wind? Once upon a time, Yuan Yang had already remembered that there was such a person, once he was about to appear, he would have a clear breeze.

Yuan Yang couldn't help but get nervous, her heart was beating faster, and her ears were a little hot, she seemed to be expecting something, but she was a little afraid, afraid that the person who was about to appear was him.

Such repeated contradictory moods made Yuan Yang annoyed.

Looking at his own reflection in the water, in a trance, there was a flower in his eyes, the reflection in the water turned into a lonely touch, Yuan Yang's body shook, his heart beat faster, and he hurriedly waved his fist to disrupt the calm river.

"Yoh?"

There was a playful laugh behind him, and the laughter could be heard by Yuan Yang as a man.

Yuan Yang petrified again, and he didn't dare to look behind him for a while, and sure enough, a man came, but it shouldn't be the one Yuan Yang thought in his heart. Because, Yuan Yang knows, it is difficult for that person to smile.

Seeing that Yuan Yang did not turn around, the man who came here sighed helplessly, and then slowly came to the Yuan Central Bank. With the warm breeze, Yuan Yang felt the man getting closer and closer to him, and immediately stood up, took out the flying sword in his hand, and turned around.

"Who are you?" As soon as the words came out, a man in black came into view, his face became slightly pale, his brows were twisted, how could the person in front of him be a little familiar?

The person who came raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a flirtatious look, the corners of his mouth were filled with endless smiles, a pair of bright eyes stared at Yuan Yang, and said with a smile: "Little lady, I haven't seen you for a year, how can you forget that I am a husband?" ”

Ink Flame!

Yuan Yang chuckled in his heart, and really couldn't look forward to Feng Lonely, but he actually looked forward to this inexplicable ink flame! Yuan Yang secretly screamed that it was not good, and immediately pulled out the fireworks arrow from his sleeve and prepared to light it.

Seeing this, Mo Yan quickly waved his hand, only to see the fireworks arrow in Yuan Yang's hand disappear and disappear again.

Yuan Yang was shocked, raised his head, was extremely angry, puffed up his cheeks and scolded: "You are so strange, didn't you want my life in front of the black bear demon that day?" Now it's so appealing again! ”

After Mo Yan heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then a smile reappeared on a beautiful handsome face, and he smiled: "Little lady, don't be angry, I didn't want to kill you that day, but I just wanted to test your strength." If you hurt the lady for your husband, I hope the little lady doesn't have to worry about it. ”

Yuan Yang listened to Mo Yan's voice of "little lady, little lady", and his heart was even more angry, gritting his teeth, and scolding: "I say it again, I'm not your lady, don't scream!" ”

Mo Yan saw that Yuan Yang was so angry, but he was a little excited, and when he walked towards Yuan Yang, Yuan Yang was so frightened that he took a few steps back, and when he saw Yuan Yang like this, Mo Yan stopped and said: "I haven't seen you for a year, the little lady has become more and more beautiful, and even the angry appearance is so cute, how can you call it a husband who doesn't like it?" After speaking, he laughed a few more times.

In her eyes at the moment, Mo Yan was like a scoundrel in the market, where there was the temperament of the right protector of the Abyss Pavilion all over her body, she was simply invincible in the world.