The princess's carriage was still lit by candlelight, Huiyue was still meditating instead of sleeping, the snoring of the guards was rolled up by the mist, and the snorting of the horses was snorting, and the clattering sound of chewing came from their mouths, which was slight and distant. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

With two spars in his arms, Zhuo Zangfeng couldn't sleep.

A yang red crystal, a yin kyanite, respectively represent the yin and yang two qi, how this broken mirror will be the body of the yin and yang combined, symbiosis and mutual aid?

Huiyue is a child of Buddhism, cultivating the Buddha sword, Buddhism attaches importance to meditation and enlightenment, and does not believe in spar elixir, so her understanding of spar is extremely limited.

She knew that three people had snuck out of the place, and after a few moments, only the young man had sneaked back, and the other two had not appeared until dawn.

She couldn't imagine that these people were taking hedrons.

In the early morning of the next day, the news that Zhou and Liu secretly took the spar and escaped spread among everyone, which was naturally the credit of Zhuo Zangfeng. He spread the word everywhere, saying that he heard a dispute between the two last night, what hedron to get and fly away, etc., and some guards confirmed that they saw the two leave at the same time at night.

Duan Chen thought about the behavior of these two guys, but he had no doubts, and even regretted himself a little, patronizing to recover his vitality but neglecting to look for the spars.

Everyone was busy discussing how to climb the mountain, and no one cared about the life and death of the missing person anymore, Zhuo Zangfeng couldn't help but sigh that the popularity of these two guys was really bad.

At this time, it has gone deep into the barren mountains, and there is no road in front of it, the towering cliffs, the vines as thick as a child's arm, the lush thorns, and the snakes that emerge from the grass from time to time all indicate the hardships of the road ahead.

The guards were no longer able to clear the way, so they had to abandon the carriage and horses, leaving two guards to guard them, while the others protected the princess all the way up the mountain.

Zhuo Zangfeng took the "Immortal Jade Divine Box" off the horse's back and carried it behind him again.

Seeing that he treats a tattered wooden box as a treasure, inseparable, many people are incomprehensible.

Jiang Zhonghu walked at the front with the guards, followed by the people of the Liuyun Sect, Zhuo Zangfeng walked at the back, and in front of him were Huiyue and Her Royal Highness the Princess.

It's relatively safe to be in his position. The poisonous snake beast is also the first to bear the brunt, with the guards in front of him blocking it, as well as the people of the Liuyun Sect, there is an extremely slim chance that will be left for him to deal with.

Her Royal Highness the princess is still covered with her face, her skirt fluttering, dragging branches and leaves along the way, although she looks graceful, like flowers floating on the surface of the lake, but it invisibly affects the walking speed.

The princess rarely spoke, and if he hadn't heard her voice, Zhuo Zangfeng would have thought she was nothing more than a mute princess.

Along the way, he paid close attention to the observation that many places with very good scenery were not suitable for cultivation, especially for his Yang Body.

It is not a place of deep shade, or a place where the water veins of the world are soft, and cultivation is just a drop in the bucket.

Originally, the messenger who dealt with it haphazardly was thinking about mixing a few meals, and then finding a place to practice, but he didn't expect to gain a lot along the way, first earning two hundred taels of silver, then killing the enemy, and then getting two red and blue crystals.

He knew the refining method of the spar, but it was quite time-consuming, and he couldn't let others know about it, so he still needed to look for opportunities.

Hui Yue said that he knew how to take advantage of opportunities, but in fact he had to know how to look for opportunities.

Opportunities are more often a matter of searching than waiting.

There are decaying Taoist priests who have never waited for the opportunity to enter the world of immortality in their entire lives, and there are monks with white temples who are about to grow old, and they have not fully understood the great light realm that they have been waiting for.

Originally, he could have left, he was not a soldier, and he didn't want to win his wife and son with his military exploits, he just wanted to take the opportunity to leave Chang'an, so as not to worry about eating and drinking, but at this time, he was full of harvest, and he intuitively felt that there was good luck waiting for him ahead.

Of course, what haunted him the most was that he couldn't see the face of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

If someone protects the princess along the way, and does not know anything about her appearance, then in the future, he will not even have to blow the cowhide, if he meets Tuiji, according to the character of the monk, he will definitely laugh at himself: "Afraid of women like tigers!"

Zhuo Zangfeng was a little puzzled, the master said that he was leaving, could it be that he left the curiosity in his body to himself, and he had to want to get a glimpse of Her Royal Highness the princess.

But the gauze was so tight that I couldn't even blow the wind, so I could only look at the graceful posture, the cloud-like sideburns, the long and smooth neck, and even the fine fluff and blue veins on it.

"Whew!"

While he was thinking wildly, a dazzling pillar of light flew out of the dense forest and fell directly into the cliff in the distance.

There was a slight fluctuation of vitality in the air, and a long sound of wooden fish came slowly, like a clear white mist slowly spreading all over the mountains, gradually becoming ubiquitous, and even that sound had seeped into the stone wall of Qingfeng.

Huiyue suddenly opened her eyes, shook her arms, and quickly crossed over to a green pine, and said to Zhuo Zangfeng at the same time: "Protect the princess, don't move at will!"

Zhuo Zangfeng followed the sound and looked over, only to see a bald monk sitting in the middle of the cliff opposite, because it was too far away, he couldn't see the monk's appearance clearly, only saw him sitting cross-legged on the helpless mountain wall, and within two zhang of his body, a mass of overflowing vitality was circulating.

In front of him, a green dragon sword stood suspended in the air, the hilt of the sword was downward, the tip of the sword was facing upward, the sword body was shining brightly, and the sword qi rushed straight into the sky.

What kind of person is this? Volleying in the air, the sword intent is myriad!

Jiang Zhonghu took off his bow and arrows, and without saying a word, shot an arrow at the strange monk.

The monk didn't move at all, still gently tapping the wooden fish in his hand.

The meteor-like feather arrow flew to his side with a crisp sound, and the feather arrow fell, and the sword seemed to be infused with strength, and suddenly turned into a bolt of lightning, which circled Jiang Zhonghu's neck extremely quickly.

Jiang Zhonghu didn't feel anything, but his head suddenly left his body, and with a bang, the iron helmet smashed on the ground, and the head rolled far away, and the blood on his neck rushed out.

At the same time, the sound of the wooden fish sounded softly, like a slight wave on the calm water.

The green dragon sword flew out again, like a fish gently jumping out of the water.

The dozen or so guards all had a little blood red between their eyebrows, as if they had been given rouge. The vigorous sword qi carried on the sword penetrated from between the eyebrows, directly shattering their internal organs.

The corpses fell one after another, and no one even shouted, and their faces were serene, as if they were asleep.

"Don't be ugly about the kung fu of the Liuyun Sect's three-legged cats!"

The sound came from the cliff face, with a buzzing echo.

Duan Chen's long sword had already been unsheathed, his hands trembled slightly, and cold sweat broke out, but he was not afraid, he still stood tall with his sword, waiting for the opponent's flying sword to hit at any time.

His cultivation was too shallow, and his sword qi couldn't travel that far at all, so he could only wait for the opponent's attack with a fighting spirit.

"Not bad! Not afraid of life and death, being able to die in the hands of the old man is also a blessing in the previous life. ”

The monk Kankan didn't take anyone into account at all.

"Where are you a demon monk? I don't know if the poor nun is like this again, Hugh is rampant!"

Hui Yue finally adjusted the vitality in the sea of qi, and that divine sense was extremely clear.

The vitality in the heaven and earth exists in the mind, the sword intent on the opponent's sword is in the eyes, the bloody murderous aura on the sword body remains in the nasal cavity, the sword qi drawn by the sound of the wooden fish echoes in the ears, and the faint fragrance of the sandalwood wooden fish suppressed by the sword qi remains on the tip of the tongue.

Fortunately, both the senses of smell, taste, and hearing can distinguish the material of the wooden fish, which is sandalwood rather than mahogany. This is important.

She could distinguish the high voice of the sandalwood wooden fish and the soft voice of the wooden fish made of mahogany.

The divine consciousness was quietly running, and she finally determined that this monk's cultivation was between the realm of "entering the gods" and "channeling the gods".

The other party turned out to be a great sword master!

These subtleties show that they can still fight, if they can't even tell these apart, then there is no suspense at all about victory or defeat.

Hui Yue kept her mind calmly, and slowly slipped out of her wide sleeves with two short swords.

The princess leaned against the pine tree, Zhuo Zangfeng was guarding with a long sword in his hand, and when he saw the double swords flying out of Huiyue's sleeves, the two of them didn't dare to take a mouthful.

It's not that they're afraid of being discovered by the monks, but they're worried that the noise will disturb Huiyue.

Now that the princess needs protection, Huiyue will inevitably be separated, and in the face of a strong enemy, she is already at a disadvantage, and she has lost the opportunity, and she can't add any trouble to her at this moment.

"Your monk, you are so ruthless, it really violates the purpose of Buddhism, why do you wear monk's clothes to walk the world?"

Before making a move, Huiyue also wanted to find out what the other party was taught by.

"What kind of faction are you?"

"The monks only believe in the Buddha, so they are naturally a sect of Buddhism, you stinky nun, you don't even understand this truth!"

The answer was not leaky, and he also took the opportunity to sarcastically abuse, the monk's purpose was nothing more than to disturb Huiyue's qi.

"You demon monk, swordsmanship is grotesque and ruthless, where is you worthy of mentioning the word Buddhism?"

When Huiyue and the monk were answering, Duan Chen and the other four quickly retreated to the princess, and the four of them and four swords guarded the four directions of east, west, south and north, encircling Zhuo Zangfeng and the princess in the middle.

The cultivation realm of the people of the Liuyun Sect is low, and the sword qi cannot penetrate the air and attack the enemy from afar, just hoping that with strict swordsmanship, when Huiyue fights with the monks, he can slightly resist the sword qi that occasionally attacks Her Royal Highness the princess.

At the moment of the strong enemy, Her Royal Highness the princess did not panic in the slightest, her back was against the big tree, her deep and clear beautiful eyes were quiet, she glanced at the young man standing with the sword in front of her, and the people of the Liuyun Sect with strong swords, and moved her gaze to the monk between the cliffs.

Zhuo Zangfeng and the princess's gaze bet are on the same footing.

He had been carefully observing for a long time, and in the faint mist in the mountains, he noticed that the circulating vitality around the monk's body was the thinner when it flowed through the two ribs, and he frowned, thinking that maybe that was the easiest place for the monk to attack.

In the worldly metaphor, grasping someone's weakness can control someone, could it be said that this swordsmanship is unpredictable, weird and even evil Four Gods Realm Great Swordsman, his weakness is under his own ribs?