There were dense patches of branches and vines, and the forest was quiet, with no birds chirping but specks of sunlight leaking through the leaves.

Everything was quiet and terrible, and the little animals that had been screaming sporadically like a groundhog before were all silent, shrunk back into the cave and shivered, this forest, like a bloodthirsty beast sneaking in.

Silence the entire forest.

With a choking sound, Shi Keqi stood up and drew his sword, and the cold sword intent spread out like a tide around him, like countless sharp wires, stretching wildly, trying to pierce everything that dared to block, and the leaves were windless.

Behind the shady and dense woods, there were a pair of green eyes looking at the human being, and the powerful sword intent invaded, and it hesitated.

Whoosh, through the extremely small gap, Zi Dinglin caught a trace and shot an arrow to strike first.

The arrow was as fast as lightning, and as soon as it rang out here, it had already reached a place dozens of meters away.

With a "whoosh", a cloud of colorful and bells and whistles beasts pounced out of the grass and landed about five meters away from the two of them, it stared closely at the bow and arrow in Zi Dinglin's hand, and let out a low roar.

The fur on the beast's head was red, and it turned orange around its neck, its body was white, its legs were yellow, its drooping black tail was almost touching the ground, and its white body was covered with two pure white wings.

It was a giant wolf about the size of an adult cheetah, and the arrows shot by Zi Dinglin were dodged by it.

"Hey, perverts, don't always stare at beautiful women, look at swords. Shi Keqi's hand shook, and countless silver lights flew over like wings, clearly visible even in daytime.

The giant wolf recognized it well, and without waiting for the sword move to be handed in front of him, he reflexively fled.

Zi Ding Lin shot another arrow, and with a buzz, a huge shock wave sucked up many old fallen leaves under her feet, and the fragmented fallen leaves danced around her like dead leaf butterflies.

The earth-shattering arrow still missed, and the giant wolf seemed to expect that Zi Ding Lin would definitely send an arrow, and it suddenly spread its white wings and flew into the sky.

"Look at the move" A fireball meteor hit the giant wolf's left white wing like a moon, Shi Keqi saw that there were pure white feathers on the wolf's back and suspected that it was a wing, as expected, he succeeded in mending the knife in time.

When fire meets hair, like dry wood meets fire, like a widow meets a strong man, the fire instantly grows bigger.

The giant wolf screamed, its wings flapping towards a small puddle below.

Rumble!

Like a boulder thrown into the water, the water droplets fly all over the sky, and the small waterhole explodes into a splash.

The fire on the wings was extinguished. The giant wolf jumped ashore like a dog, raising its burned bare left wing, like an oversized chicken wing with faded hair, and its skin was burned to a brown color, exuding a faint smell of meat.

It howled in pain, its voice spreading far away, as if calling its companions.

Scoch continued on his way, not bothering to pay attention to the pervert who had fallen a few miles away.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

A group of howls echoed from a dozen miles away, shaking the entire forest.

Dozens of giant wolves suddenly soared into the air, flew over the treetops, and flew towards the two of them, their mouths open and closed, their sharp teeth flashing with a metallic cold light.

The distance was shortened, and Zi Dinglin indifferently opened his bow.

It only took a very short time for the giant wolf pack to go from the size of a mung bean to the size of a pumpkin in their field of vision.

"The sword of benevolence and righteousness, the word righteousness is the first, and the word benevolence follows. "Shi Keqi wielded the sword of benevolence and righteousness, ready to attack.

A cloud of silver light burst out from the tip of the sword, like a starry sky full of cold light flowing, and there was a faint sound of breaking bamboo.

There was a beep in the air, like the sound of a grease torch burning completely.

Zi Dinglin's face was full of indifference, and he took three feather arrows like a cloud, took a deep breath, pulled the bowstring, exhaled slightly, and after a string sounded, he saw three feather arrows flying out like meteors, and the speed was so fast that it actually drummed out an astonishingly sharp sound of breaking the sky, and suppressed the howl of the wolf in the sky.

When it was too late, the wolf who hit the head saw the ferocity of the arrow, flapped his left wing, slapped the wolf's claws, and shot down two arrows, but the third arrow could no longer be avoided, and flew over his forehead, bringing out a bloody mark.

It howled in pain, and the wolves sped up and swooped down, trying to pulp the two men below.

"The sword of benevolence and righteousness sweeps the world!" a shrouded arc of light several meters wide rose from the tip of the sword, pounced on the wolves with lightning speed, and firmly protected the top of the two heads.

The light mask turned around, showing an indescribable color under the sunlight, like a giant jellyfish spraying into the air, with the aura of death.

Bang!

Six or seven wolves were hit head-on by the light mask more than three meters above the ground, and all rolled and retreated irregularly, like sandbags that had been vigorously kicked away by warriors.

Immediately after that, four fireballs swept through the low air, burning the air into a wonderful red and white, and with the divine power of Zhu Rong, they hit the four flying wolves.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the head wolf howled a few times and took the lead in rushing into the air.

The wolf on fire screamed and threw himself into the ditch on the ground, and the giant wolf that was sent flying turned more than a dozen times in the air before he could barely hold his body, dark red blood spilled from his mouth and nose, and the expression on his face was both angry and frightened.

The giant wolf pack circled more than a dozen times at an altitude of hundreds of meters, and saw four dazzling fireballs floating in Shi Keqi's hand, like the magma rushing in the underground world, which can burn stones and melt steel into water.

The wolf's eyes seemed to be about to erupt fire, but he was extremely afraid of the fireball in the human hand, and let out an unwilling roar, and flew away with the wolves.

Zi Dinglin secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Brother Shi, I am fortunate to have you this time, otherwise so many giant wolves don't know how to deal with it." ”

Shi Keqi straightened his chest, looked up at the sky, and strode forward and said: "That's, don't look at who I am, I'm returning from the prairie, hey." He didn't notice the road and stepped into the mud.

Zi Dinglin smiled and leaned back together, laughing and saying, "You are the yellow eel returning from the little quagmire." ”

......

In the evening, after a simple dinner, the two sat by the campfire and chatted, and Xiaolan lay on the side with half-open and half-squinted eyes.

The firelight was reflected on Zi Dinglin's face, and there was a faint halo circulating, and there was an indescribable hazy beauty.

She said: "I want to tell a story related to the gods, about a demon monkey who was suppressed by the gods under a mountain and could not escape for five hundred years, have you heard this story?" ”

"No, let's talk about it. ”

"I'm just going to talk about the idea of it, because when you do one thing, you don't deviate from the direction if you think it right. ”

The demon monkey began to think like this: it has been crushed in the mountain for five hundred years, and has always hoped that someone will come to save it, and if it is saved in the first hundred years, it will pass on a set of kung fu, and as a result, nothing else will come close except for a piece of bird feces smashed on its mouth. ”

"In the second hundred years, he will pass on a set of magic, but unfortunately only a woodcutter came, and before he could open his mouth, he shouted that the monster disappeared. ”

"Three hundred years will kill the man who saved it, and no one will come. ”

The demon monkey continued to think: In the fourth hundred years, it will kill the person who saved it twice, to be precise, kill the whip corpse once, who let it save it so late, or no one. ”

"In the five hundred years, a monk came, do you say that the monk will be killed?" Zi Dinglin asked Shi Keqi.

"Even if you don't kill the monk, you will be stripped off your neck or something, it's almost the same. Skech rolled his eyes.

"Of course the monk didn't die, he rescued the demon monkey and accepted him as an apprentice, this story is quite widespread in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, haven't you heard of it?"

"I don't have time to listen to stories, I am very busy as a farmer, I have to work in spring and autumn, rain and frost. Shi Keqi said.

Zi Dinglin glanced at him helplessly, and continued: "From a lawless demon monkey to a god of gratitude and retribution, what made it complete the transformation? What do you say changed him in the end?"

"It's a god or a nervous being. ”

"It's not God, it's time that makes it civilized, and over the long years, wisdom grows over time, and temper grows with time. ”

"You don't have a complete story, there is no beginning and no end, anyway, who dares to press me for five hundred years for no reason, uh, I can't live that long. Even if it's five years, it's bound to be turned upside down and a good one. ”

Zi Dinglin pondered for a moment and said: "The idea is right, but sometimes the power to suppress you is too great, and resistance is probably a dead end, will you stick to your original intention?"

"There are thirty-seven ways to write a dead character, including bamboo and golden scripts, and there are one hundred and eight ways to die, but after seeing you, I only thought of one way to die, and that is to die beautifully. Scoch said ambiguously.

“...... I slept, and I ran the carriage again. Zi Dinglin got up and went into the small tent on the right.

He stuck out his tongue, then yawned, and added a dozen sticks of wood to the campfire, leaving the ashes untied, and the fire became much darker, providing a little heat until dawn.

He thought about it for a while, picked up Xiaolan, who was already asleep, and slipped into the tent on the left to sleep.

In the middle of the night, the slight sound of the wind with wings folded outside the tent sounded.

With a snort, the tent was gently torn apart, and a monster the size of a rhinoceros barely squeezed through the tent that was too small for it, its eyes lit up with red light, and it slammed into the arched bed, tearing the nest to shreds along with the people inside.

No, there is no smell of blood, and the flying tiger who is tearing up is stunned suddenly.

"Come out, White Tiger, what kind of grudge do I have with you, come to visit in the middle of the night. A faint voice came from outside the tent.

In fact, what the white tiger wants to kill the most is Xiaolan, the ancestors were once bullied too hard by the Xiaolan clan, the blood flowing between the two clans is not pleasing to the eye, and what grows in the bones is rejection, which can be described as a feud.

It was flying in the air, and when it saw Xiaolan inadvertently, it suddenly had a killing intent. But after watching Shi Keqi's battle against the giant wolf, he didn't dare to make his claws for a long time. I waited until the evening to touch it, but I didn't want its owner to be on guard.

Flying Tiger knew that he had bitten the dummy, and in a fit of rage, he tore the tent to pieces, and his minions showed a fierce appearance, roaring and pounced on Xiaolan at Shi Keqi's feet.

With a "hum" sound, the fast sword was unsheathed, and the silver light was particularly eye-catching in the night, as if exuding the coercion of a thousand mountains.

The flying tiger flew diagonally more than ten meters, dodging a sword technique that made its heart tremble.

Xiao Lan showed two rows of neat little teeth, eager to jump out and compete with the white tiger, and was reprimanded by Shi Keqi: "I suspect that the giant python on the grassland is afraid of some of your bloodline and surrendered, not strength, you can't beat this white tiger, I have no chance of winning, let me stay obediently." ”

The long sword in Shi Keqi's hand slashed forward, and a sword light slashed in all directions, causing a boundless wind.

Then he pointed forward with his left hand, and four fist-sized fireballs suddenly appeared, flying towards the white tiger in a square.

The white tiger knew so well that he didn't dare to resist and fly dozens of meters with its wings to dodge these two attacks.

But with a whooshing sound, a feathered arrow pierced the space and caught up with the flying tiger's flapping wings with a strong whistling sound.

Ding, sparks shot out, and the sharp arrows that rotated rapidly could not penetrate its wings, it was really iron-winged steel feathers.

The smug side of the flying tiger was just about to draw a graceful arc, and boom, a palm-sized stone smashed on its head.

"Human beings are too insidious, and the martial arts dual cultivators actually use hidden weapons. A feeling of dizziness came, and it lost its balance and fell to the ground.